#(That's a lie I never tell anyone I do that)

[enhani-ki]

fuckboy!ni-ki x reader ᡣ𐭩｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

warnings: smut, nsfw, cursing, etc.

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki likes to lie and waste time.

a game player, smooth talker, and a liar when it suited him.

ni-ki knew exactly what to say to get what he wanted. he'd tell a girl she was the only one, that she was special, that he couldn't stop thinking about her, only to turn around and send the same message to someone else.

when he got what he wanted? he gets bored.

it was always the same: a few weeks, maybe a month if they were lucky, then he'd just start pulling away. no more sweet words, no more playful texts, it's dry responses and distance until they finally took the hint.

girls will cry, get angry, some even tried to plot revenge... but ni-ki? he never felt guilty.

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki doesn't believe in love.

he won't date and won't do relationships. he wasn't interested doing those late-night calls or good-morning texts, and the thought of commitment made him want to laugh.

he just likes a little flirting, a little fun, love songs, fucking then moving on before things got too serious.

they liked the chase, thinking they could be the one to change him, and the idea of being the exception.

but there are no exceptions. he'd rather catch a body than catch feelings for somebody he barely knows.

ni-ki was always clear about what he wanted, even if they refused to believe him.

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki was impatient.

he's leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and tight jaw. his fuck buddy is late and he hates waiting. it's not his style to sit around for anyone.

he sighed, running a hand through his hair. then, he spotted a familiar silhouette approaching.

finally.

and without hesitation, he reached out, grabbed your wrist, and pulled you into the shadows.

"you took your sweet time." he muttered, his lips brushing against your ear, whispering. "i should make you pay for making me wait, don't you think?" then ni-ki started talking dirty.

and your body in his grasp stiffened.

ni-ki smirked. he loves it when someone gets shy because of him but something was off.

there's no giggle or eager hands slipping on his body.

only silence.

ni-ki pulled back, his eyes locked on your wide, terrified eyes.

you're a face he had never seen before.

"who the fuck are you?!" he blurted out.

"i- i'm sorry!" you stammered, breathing heavily in shock.

ni-ki's mouth opened to say something but before he could, you ran away, you ran so fast that your belongings spilled onto the floor in your rush to escape.

ni-ki cursed under his breath, running a hand down his face.

fuck.

not only he's not gonna have sex but he also accidentally just harassed a complete stranger.

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki got mad, completely ghosting and blocked his fuck buddy's number.

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki wasn't the type to dwell on things. if he ever made a mistake, he moved on. simple.

what happened with you? that bothered him.

maybe it was the way your eyes looked at him, it was pure fear, like he was some kind of monster... or maybe it was because he had never been the kind of guy to force himself onto someone.

he's cocky, sure. shameless, absolutely.

but he never needed to resort to shit like that and now, he just left a random girl traumatized.

great.

ni-ki took your abandoned things from his bag, staring at them in irritation. he could've just tossed this somewhere and let you deal with it, but it's the least he could do, right?

he looked for you everywhere and when he finally spotted you walking down the hall, he didn't hesitate.

"hey."

your body stiffened instantly when you saw him, you gulped and turned to leave.

ni-ki rolled his eyes and reached out, catching your wrist before you could escape. "relax," he sighed. "i'm just here to give you these…"

you hesitated but quickly grabbed your things and muttered, "thanks."

he let go but he's also expecting you to run again though he's not letting you off easily.

his fingers wrapped around your wrist again, "i'm not done..." he said. "why are you in such a hurry?"

"i gotta go…"

"oh, really?" ni-ki scoffed but released his grip. "fine. look, i'm sorry about earlier. i thought you were someone else."

"your girlfriend?"

ni-ki chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "no, i don't do girlfriends." he teased but it wasn't meant to joke or seduce. "you forgive me?"

you smiled slightly before nodding but then you tilted your head, curious. "...but why would you say something like that to someone who isn't your girlfriend?"

he smirked and leaned in again, so close you could smell his cologne.

"mind your own business, won't you?" he said and walked away.

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki found you at his playground.

parties were all the same. loud music, flashing lights, people pressed up against each other like they forgot what personal space was.

ni-ki was used to it, it's his playground.

he's sitting with his friends, a smirk on his face while some girl clung to his arm, twirling her hair and giggling at everything he said, even though he wasn't even trying to be funny.

"so, ni-ki..." she purred, leaning in close, "when are we getting out of here?"

ni-ki exhaled through his nose, he's not in the mood yet and ready to give a half-assed answer until his eyes flickered to the entrance where you walked in.

huh.

you walked in, looking... insanely good wearing a dress that hugged all the right places. it made ni-ki's fuck boy brain short-circuit for a second.

the girl beside him was still talking, but he wasn't listening. his smirk twitched and his interest became completely derailed.

"wait here..." ni-ki muttered, removing the girl's arms off of him without another word.

she sputtered in protest but ni-ki was already gone, slipping through the crowd, with eyes locked on you.

he "accidentally" bumped into you, almost knocking you off balance. his hands instinctively gripped your waist to steady you.

"wow… you're-"

you covered yourself quickly, your arms crossing over your chest, and sent him a glare before he could even think about finishing that sentence

"what do you want?" you asked, unimpressed.

he blinked, momentarily thrown off.

"nothing." he recovered quickly, slipping his hands back into his pockets.

you sighed. "have you seen my friend, f/n?"

ni-ki shook his head. "i have no idea who that is," he admitted, then quickly added, "i'll help you look."

his hand landed on your shoulder but you instantly shrugged it. ni-ki scoffed at your unfriendly action, "seriously?" he asked, rolling his eyes but followed anyway, trailing beside you like he's trying to find his friend too.

he was enjoying himself, honestly.

his eyes kept drifting to you. the way your hips swayed slightly as you walked, the way your hair swung when you turned your head... it was so distracting and ni-ki found himself grinning.

he wasn't even gonna try to flirt anymore, he was just thrilled to be by your side.

you stopped in a less crowded part of the house, scanning the room, then you were pulling at your dress subtly, adjusting the hem like you're clearly uncomfortable.

ni-ki clicked his tongue "w- why are you wearing that if you're uncomfortable?"

you turned to him sharply, eyes narrowing. "why do you care?!"

"why are you so mad at me?"

"'cause i don't know what you're trying to do."

"i'm not trying do do anything to you!"

you glared at him again, adjusting your dress.

"tch." ni-ki removed his jacket and threw it at your face.

"what the hell-"

ni-ki rolled his eyes, already regretting being nice. "wear that, idiot."

you hesitated.

he sighed and turned away, "do whatever you want."

you slipped the jacket over your shoulders then ni-ki peeked at you from the corner of his eyes where he saw you practically drowning in his jacket. you looked so tiny in it, he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from smiling.

you finally spotted your friend near the drinks table, "f/n!" you called out, relieved.

your friend turned with a smile then her eyes immediately widened when she saw who was standing beside you.

"oh. my. God." she gasped, barely even acknowledging you because she's looking at ni-ki.

ni-ki smirked at her reaction, clearly used to it. "hi. what's up?"

you friend actually looked starstruck for a second before shaking herself out of it.

"why are you with him?" she whisper-yelled at you, leaning in like you just brought home a stray cat but the dangerous kind.

"he just helped me find you." you replied, and without another word, you grabbed her arm and practically dragged her toward the exit.

"bye, ni-ki!" your friend waved at him.

ni-ki chuckled, grinning while watching the two of you rush off.

as soon as you and your friend stepped outside, she immediately started her interrogation, eyes gleaming.

"okay," she breathed, grabbing your shoulders. "do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position?!"

you groaned. "it's not what you think!"

she gasped, dramatically covering her mouth. "wait… did you do it?"

you blinked. "what do you mean by it?"

she wiggled her eyebrows and giggled, playfully slapping your arm. "you know what I mean~"

you eyes widened in disgust. "i would never do it with anyone!"

she laughed as you pushed her lightly, still giggling like a schoolgirl.

"okay, okay, i believe you..." she teased. "but still, damn. ni-ki even gave you his jacket?"

she said, snatching the sleeve of the jacket and sniffed it.

you grabbed it back.

she gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to her chest. "it smells expensive… sexy, actually."

you gave her a disgusted look again and tightened the jacket around you, trying to ignore the fact that, yeah, it did smell good.

"don't get so weird about this." you warned.

she only laughed, linking her arm through yours. "now tell me more about you and ni-ki."

"there is no me and ni-ki!"

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki suddenly wants to prove that he wasn't actually the asshole you thought he was but ended messing it up.

he told himself it was over. he gave back your stuff, apologized (which, honestly, he never did for anyone), even gave you his jacket, and that should've been the end of it.

he tried not to be pushy 'cause he knew better now, but he still found ways to be around you. if he saw you at school, he'd just give a casual nod. if you were in the cafeteria, he'd sit nearby, pretending it was a coincidence. and if you caught him looking, you'd glare and he would quickly look away.

he was used to people chasing him, used to girls who always wants something from him, not someone who wanted nothing to do with him. and when you made it clear, he said "you really think the worst of me, huh?"

you crossed your arms. "can you blame me?"

ni-ki huffed a laugh. "i don't even do shit to you."

but then, you might just be playing hard to get, right?

he smirked, grabbing your phone and held it high.

"ni-ki, i swear- give it back!"

you jumped, reaching for it, but he was way taller. he tilted his head, watching you struggle, and then...

fuck it.

because he's ni-ki, he's reckless, stupid and didn't think things through... he kissed you.

it was quick, barely even a brush of lips.

he pulled back, expecting a reaction, but not the one he got.

your face twisted in disbelief before you hit him.

you smacked his chest repeatedly, pushing him, "what is wrong with you?! that was my first kiss, stupid!"

ni-ki's eyes widened. "wait- what? seriously?"

you fought back your tears, shoving him one last time before storming off. "don't talk to me ever again!"

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki is doing something completely out of character.

he didn't plan to kiss you. it just happened like some dumb, impulsive thought he acted on before his brain could catch up.

he wanted to reach out but what the hell was he even supposed to say?

"hey, my bad for stealing your first kiss lol?"

"i didn't think it'd be that big of a deal."

"wait, you really never kissed anyone before?"

shit, no. that was all dumb as hell.

for the next few days, ni-ki is not being himself.

he forgot his usual girls, he hadn't even been with anyone ever since he met you.

"dude, what's up with you?" one of his friends asked.

ni-ki just shrugged, flipping his phone in his hands. "nothing."

you were avoiding him like he was some virus. you look the other way when he walked past or really refusing to even glance in his direction.

so, fine. he swallowed his pride and showed up at your house.

you opened the door, immediately frowning when you saw him. "what do you want?"

ni-ki exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck.

"i'm sorry, alright?" he said quickly. "i was being an idiot, i didn't think, and..."

"you're apologizing?"

ni-ki groaned, shoving his hands in his pockets. "yeah..."

you crossed your arms, unimpressed. "took you long enough."

he sighed, stepping closer. "i didn't know it was your first kiss, alright?"

you rolled your eyes, "whatever."

then ni-ki hugged you.

you gasped, trying to make him let go. "what- what are you doing?!"

ni-ki just chuckled, resting his chin on your shoulder. "saying sorry?"

"by hugging me?!"

"would you rather i kiss you again?"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!"

he laughed again, pulling back slightly to look at your flustered expression.

you scowled. "you're such a pervert."

his smirk returned, teasing. "you liked being hugged though."

you smacked his chest hard. "GO HOME, NI-KI."

he grinned, backing away "but we're good now, right?"

you didn't answer, just slammed the door in his face.

ni-ki chuckled to himself, breathing in relief as he walked away.

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki is trying his best to please you... and hold himself back from being a fuck boy.

ni-ki has a serious problem. these days, he found himself doing things that were completely out of character.

like waiting outside your classroom when he swore he was just going to pass by, remembering your usual order at the café near school and handing it to you in front of everyone like it was no big deal, and making sure you got home safe after study sessions.

he wasn't even trying to get anything out of it because for once in his life, he actually wanted to do things the right way. he wanted to get a girlfr- girl friend. a friend that's a girl. that's all.

totally normal. nothing weird.

but it's so frustrating because you weren't even making it easy for him.

you still roll your eyes at him when he tried to be nice. you still gave him unimpressed looks when he offered to carry your things. and the other day, when he casually said you looked cute, you hit him with a deadpan, "what do you want?"

like, damn. he was actually trying here.

then… you'll also do things that completely messed him up.

your cheeks puff out whenever you concentrate, making him desperately want to bite them.

or how we would notice your tits slightly jiggle and move whenever you're running or simply writing. suddenly, he would have to leave the room for fresh air.

when you got mad at him, all fiery and stubborn, he had the worst urge to just shut you up, not in a way that was appropriate for a friend.

ni-ki groaned, running a hand down his face.

his first thought?

"God, i wanna touch."

his second thought?

"i need help."

you left something at school. suddenly, he showed up at your door, handing your things back along with a bottle of your favorite drink.

you looked at him confused, ni-ki rolled his eyes, pushing the bag into your hands.

"you… bought this for me?"

"don't be weird!" he grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck. "just take it."

you stared at him for a long moment before stepping aside. "you wanna come in?"

ni-ki shook his head, he knew himself. he knew that the second he got too comfortable, his usual instincts would kick in... he would start flirting, the way he always found a way to get what he wanted.

instead of smirking and stepping inside like he usually would, he just shoved his hands in his pockets, exhaling.

"nah," he said. "i'll just see you tomorrow, okay?"

a small smile formed at your lips. "thanks, ni-ki."

he turned away quickly, waving a hand over his shoulder while his heart raced so fast. "welcome."

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki who can't figure out if you're just a damsel in distress or actually bossing him around

ni-ki likes to think he's a pretty capable guy. he's used to girls needing him for things... carrying their bags, opening their drinks, giving them rides home. he didn't mind. it boosted his ego.

but every time you asked for his help, he couldn't tell if you were actually helpless or if you're just treating him like some personal assistant.

you handed him your backpack without a word while texting on your phone.

ni-ki blinked. "uh… am i supposed to carry this?"

"yeah." you replied without even looking at him.

"…please?"

you gave him a look. "i could say please, but you're already holding it."

then later you stared at a vending machine like it had personally offended you.

"what, it didn't give you your snack?"

"no..." you huffed, crossing your arms. "it won't take my bill."

ni-ki sighed, pulling out his own money and sliding in a new bill. the machine beeped, and he pressed your selection.

the the snack dropped, you grabbed it, turned on your heel, and walked away.

the way you pouted when you struggled with something, how your brows furrowed in concentration, the tiny pleased smile you gave when things worked out in your favor... it pleased him too.

so when you showed up next to him one day, shaking your phone with an exaggerated sigh, ni-ki already knew what was coming.

"my phone is dead," you said.

he smiled "finally."

you glared, "give me your charger."

ni-ki scoffed in disbelief. "you don't even pretend to be polite anymore!"

you pouted. "please?"

his eye twitched. you're so annoying. cute but mostly annoying.

ni-ki pulled out his charger and handed it to you. "i swear, don't lose it."

"i never lose things." you said, already plugging it in.

"liar." he shook his head. "you lost your AirPods case last week."

you laughed and waved him off. "that was one time."

ni-ki smiled, he felt that stupid warmth creep up his neck again when he heard your laugh.

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki asked you to work out with him.

you regret this.

you had never worked out before but when ni-ki said, "come on, i'll go easy on you." you refused to back down.

big mistake.

now, here you are, struggling to breathe properly while ni-ki, just finished another set of weights, stood there looking like some Greek god.

sweat clung to his skin, his black shirt sticking slightly to his toned torso. his hair was pushed back from his forehead and sharp jawline got even more defined.

you gulped.

then he caught you staring. his lips curled into a grin. "like what you see?"

you quickly looked away. "shut up."

he only laughed.

later, back in your room, you are dying.

your muscles ached in places you didn't even know existed. you lay on your bed, groaning while ni-ki sat next to you, arms crossed.

"you're overreacting." he said.

"you tricked me," you accused. "you said you'd go easy."

"i did!" he defended, snickering.

you groaned again, moving slightly only to wince at the soreness in your legs.

ni-ki smiled. "want a massage?"

you looked at him. "you give massages?"

he smirked. "i'm really good with my hands."

you squinted and he laughed. ni-ki began to straddle your back, hands pressing into your tense shoulders.

the moment he started kneading your muscles, your body melted.

"oh… that's so good…" you whispered, voice airy.

ni-ki chuckled. "i am good, huh?"

"ye- yeah, it feels so good." you mumbled, already slipping into a relaxed haze.

ni-ki's hands stilled for a second.

your voice sounded… weirdly suggestive.

he bit back a laugh. he knew you were just tired, but hearing you say that in such a soft, breathy tone? hmm.

he kept massaging, feeling the tension slowly leave your body. it wasn't long before your breathing evened out.

"…did you just fall asleep?" he muttered.

silence.

ni-ki shook his head, you looked so peaceful, face slightly turned to the side, lips parted slightly.

his eyes trailed to your exposed neck, ni-ki's heart pounded while reaching out, gently brushing your hair aside.

and before he could stop himself, he leaned in, pressing soft, featherlight kisses along the curve of your nape up to your neck.

your body reacted on instinct, tilting slightly, giving him more access.

a soft, sleepy moan escaped your lips.

ni-ki's eyes widened, heart slamming against his ribs.

"…a- are you awake?" he asked.

silence.

panic surged through him. he quickly grabbed the blanket and draped it over you, standing up so fast he nearly tripped.

ni-ki ran home and the second his front door swung open, he stumbled inside, slamming it shut behind him. his fingers went straight to the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging at it while his mind still clouded with you.

the soft moan you let out, the way your body naturally tilted into his touch, the warmth of your skin beneath his lips.

his jaw clenched as he glanced down at cock, his sweatpants doing a poor job at hiding the evidence of just how badly he was losing control.

ni-ki groaned, balling his fists, fighting the instinct to just take care of it.

he grabbed his phone, scrolling through his contacts.

the phone barely rang before a familiar, flirty voice answered.

"hey, ni-"

"how fast can you get here?"

the girl on the other end giggled. "mhm, about 30, 40 minutes-"

click. that's too late.

ni-ki exhaled sharply, tossing his phone onto his bed. his hand ran through his hair, feeling the frustration throughout his body. he pulled his sweatpants back up, shaking off the temptation.

and even though he had just worked out, he grabbed a set of weights and dropped to the floor, blasting music at full volume.

push-ups. sit-ups. anything to burn the tension off.

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki looked like shit the next day

you burst out laughing the moment you saw ni-ki.

he looked rough. dark circles under his eyes, hair a mess, slouched in his chair like he barely made it out of bed.

"what happened to you?" you grinned, poking his arm.

ni-ki groaned, brushing you off. "it's your fault."

"wha- my fault? what did i do?"

he turned his head away, eyes shutting like he couldn't even look at you right now. "just… drop it."

you leaned in, pushing him playfully. "come on, tell meee." you pouted. "fine, then at least let me make it up to you! what can I do?"

ni-ki scoffed, tilting his head back against the chair. "there's nothing you can do."

when class ended and you followed him towards the gym storage room.

"ni-ki!" you called, slipping inside right behind him.

he turned around just as the door slammed shut. the click of the lock echoed through the small space.

"…are you kidding me?" ni-ki muttered.

you tried the handle. locked.

ni-ki groaned, he sat and started rubbing his face. "i really don't have the energy for this right now."

you stepped in front of him, with hands on your hips. "you seriously won't tell me what's wrong?"

and instead of answering, ni-ki suddenly reached out, gripping your waist and pulling you close.

you froze as he rested his head against your stomach, arms wrapped around you.

"just shut up, will you?" he murmured, voice muffled against your shirt.

you brought your hand to his hair, your fingers brushing the strands. you began to comb through them slowly, your touch gentle and rhythmic.

his body relaxed against you, the tension in his grip softening. ni-ki hummed.

you began to smile while playing with his hair, twirling a few strands between your fingers before smoothing them out.

it's sweet... but your legs were starting to ache.

"okay... maybe just a little longer." you thought, shifting your weight slightly to ease the pressure on your feet.

ni-ki didn't move. if anything, his grip on your hips tightened, like a sleepy child clutching a favorite pillow.

your legs began to tremble faintly, you hoped ni-ki would notice.

but nothing, he was like a cat curled up in the perfect sunbeam.

you sighed quietly, glancing down at him. your hands still in his hair as you debated your options. "maybe if i lean a little, he'll..."

ni-ki let out a low hum, his grip loosening just slightly as he shifted his head. for a split second, you thought your prayer had been answered, until he wrapped his arms fully around your waist, pulling you down to his lap.

"ni-ki!" you hissed, barely catching yourself with your hands as you stumble forward.

his eyes cracked open, a sleepy smirk tugging at his lips. "why are you so tense?"

"because you're treating me like a body pillow!"

"you're comfy."

you groaned, glaring at the top of his head. ni-ki added "you should've leave me alone." the smirk of his returned as his arms tightened around you once more.

"you know..." he began, "let's just skip class, you wanna sleep with me?"

your eyes widened, your brain short-circuiting at his words. "wha-what do you mean sleep with you?" you stuttered, leaning back instinctively.

ni-ki flicked your forehead lightly, his smirk growing. "not like that, you idiot." he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "i meant just sleeping. me, you, sleeping here. eyes closed. that's it."

you laughed awkwardly. "right..."

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki realized that he doesn't want to be your friend.

ni-ki got annoyed the second you started talking about jungwon. he had just introduced him but he noticed the way your eyes stared at his friend.

ni-ki subtly stepped in front of your view, blocking jungwon from your sight.

"hey! move!" you hissed, trying to peer around him.

and instead of budging, ni-ki covered your eyes with his hands.

"what the?!" you immediately grabbed at his wrists, struggling.

he kept his hands firmly in place, waiting until his jungwon hyung was completely out of sight.

and when he finally let go, you blinked, looking around. "where is he?"

ni-ki smirked. "i killed him."

you smacked his arm.

later, he was sitting on his bed while you lounged across from him, "he was really nice," you said, kicking your feet. "and kinda cute too, like a cat don't you think?"

"who do you like better, me or him?"

you blinked, confused. "what kind of question is that?"

"just answer."

"i like you," you said casually. "as my friend."

ni-ki scoffed. maybe he did want to be your friend before but that isn't the case anymore.

"i'm not your friend."

"yes, you are."

ni-ki grabbed your face with both hands, tilting your head up before slamming his lips onto yours, aggressively like he was trying to erase every thought you had of jungwon. "friends don't do this."

rough and desperate, his fingers pressed into your cheeks as he devoured your mouth, refusing to let you breathe while angling your head exactly how he wanted..

you gripped his shoulders, a muffled gasp escaping your lips as he deepened the kiss.

but ni-ki wasn't just kissing you, he was already claiming you.

he groaned against your lips, hands sliding to the back of your neck. holding you in place like he didn't want you slipping away and the second your lips parted slightly, he will deepen the kiss even more, biting at your bottom lip like he wanted to ruin you.

and when ni-ki finally pulled away, his lips were already swollen.

"you were saying?" ni-ki muttered, still holding your face.

you stared at him, breathless, lips tingling.

"…huh?"

he smirked, wiping his thumb over your lower lip before leaning in again.

"that's what i thought."

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki can't keep his hands off you.

you used to slap his hands away.

his arm over your shoulder? gone.

sneaking his hands around your waist? not happening.

grabbing your wrist to pull you closer? absolutely not.

but after the kiss, you started letting him and ni-ki noticed... of course, he did.

the first time you didn't push him away when he rested an arm around your shoulders, he almost did a double take.

you also didn't immediately escape when he pulled you onto his lap and when he linked his fingers with yours? he was expecting you to smack his hands, but you didn't.

"you're getting too comfortable," you muttered, feeling the warmth of his palm against yours.

ni-ki only smirked, giving your hand a squeeze.

"you're spoiling me, you know." he murmured against your ear, his breath sending a shiver down your spine. "if you keep this up, i'll start thinking you actually like me."

you scoffed, pushing his face half-heartedly.

ni-ki chuckled, leaning in like he was about to kiss you again. you froze, expecting the warmth of his lips- but he only brushed his nose against yours.

he pulled back, satisfied at the way you reacted. "see?"

your cheeks burned, frustration bubbling in your chest. you freed yourself from his grip and walked away, annoyed.

ni-ki watched you go with amusement. "where are you going?"

"far away from you."

✶ fuckboy!ni-ki ready to be yours.

"go put on a nice dress." ni-ki said over the phone.

you raised a brow. "why?"

he grinned. "because we're going to a restaurant."

you narrowed your eyes. "we are?"

"yeah." replied. "i made a reservation."

you got ready anyway. and when you stepped out in your dress, ni-ki scanned you up and down, "pretty." he murmured, before grabbing your hand and leading you outside.

before you both enter the restaurant, he suddenly intertwined his fingers with yours, "this is a date, okay?" he said, watching your reaction.

you blinked, caught off guard. "a what?"

ni-ki just grinned and dragged you inside.

your eyes widened as you looked around the table. all your favorite foods were there, plated beautifully under the dim, warm lights.

you turned to him, speechless.

ni-ki simply pulled out a chair for you, nodding at the seat.

the dinner was nice. way more than nice. he talked, he listened, and laughed with you.

"is this real? are you actually asking me out?"

"yes," ni-ki said, nodding. "i'm serious."

your chest tightened. you wanted to believe him but a part of you was scared.

what if he change his mind? what if you let yourself fall, only for him to break your heart once you bit into it?

ni-ki noticed your hesitation. he hated that you had to doubt him but he can't also blame why, though he wasn't just playing around.

he reached for your hand, bringing it to his lips. "just a bit more of your trust, okay?" he whispered against your skin.

you stared at him for a moment before finally leaning in to hug him.

he held you close, his lips curving against your shoulder. "you were mine the first time i kissed you."

you pulled back and laughed, playfully slapping his arm as you remembered how he stole your first kiss.

at his house, ni-ki captured your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. his mouth moved against yours, savoring every moment. he then pressed soft kisses along your jaw and down the column of your neck.

he found that sensitive spot that made you moan, he latched on and sucked harder, relishing the sound of your pleasure.

ni-ki started guiding you towards his bedroom, never breaking the kiss. once inside, he gently laid you down the bed, his body still pressed against yours.

he looked up at you with intense desire in his eyes, he asked breathlessly, "can i?" his eyes flicked down to your heaving chest.

you nodded, granting him permission. ni-ki didn't hesitate, slipping his hands under your shirt to fondle and tease your sensitive nipples through the thin fabric of your bra.

you arched into his touch, panting softly. he swallowed down your needy moans as he devoured your lips again, his tongue delving deep to clash against yours.

"friends won't do this, right?" ni-ki gasped between heated kisses. he tugged your shirt up and over your head, tossing it aside. his mouth moved, licking and sucking at your bare breasts.

your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him against you as he lavished all attention on your tits.

then ni-ki trailed kisses down to your stomach. hooking his fingers in your panties, he groaned at feeling soaked folds. "fuck, you're so wet for me already," he murmured, tracing his finger along your slit.

he buried his face between your thighs and began eating you out with your panties on. the fabric added delicious friction when his mouth sucked the sensitive bud, lapping at your clit.

you cried out, ni-ki removed your panties. the first swipe of his tongue directly on your pussy made you both moan. you taste even better than he imagined.

ni-ki growled. diving in for more like a starving man. his talented mouth had you writhing and gasping within moments.

he couldn't help but picture how tightly your virgin pussy would squeeze his cock when he finally got to slide inside you. he just know he wouldn't last long once he felt your walls gripping him.

his tongue darted in and out of your slick folds, making you to tug on his hair harshly.

ni-ki's fingers dug into the soft flesh of your thighs as he licked and sucked your clit with sloppy, desperate motions. sounds of your moans and gasps only served to fuel his own growing arousal with every passing second.

but he promised himself he could wait, for now, he was content to focus solely on pleasuring you, determined to make you feel as good as possible.

he sealed his lips around your clit and suckled hard, pressing two fingers inside as listened to the squelching sounds of your tight cunt.

you cried out, your back arching off the bed as he pumped them in and out. "ni-ki, i...i think I'm going to...ahhh!" your words dissolved into a wordless moan as he curled his fingers just right.

soon, your thighs clamped around his head as you came, your pussy clenching down on his fingers in rhythm.

ni-ki crawled up your trembling body to capture your lips in a deep kiss. "you taste so good," he murmured against your mouth. "i can't wait to be inside you." he said as he positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the thick head of his cock at your wet folds "i'll be gentle, baby."

"tell me if it hurts too much." he added, slowly pushing forward when he felt your walls relaxed slightly.

you let out whimpers and sharp gasps, the sting of pain clouded your eyes with tears. ni-ki paused, giving you a moment to adjust to the new feeling of being filled inside completely.

the sensation of your pussy squeezing him was unlike anything else. he wanted to fuck the shit out of you, claim you so thoroughly that you'd never forget your first time but he loves you so he has to be patient and gentle with your innocent body.

your whimpers and moans filled the room, ni-ki's heart swelled seeing you like this, breathless, desperate... he can't believe that your body is his for the taking.

your cunt began to welcome him inch by inch.

"fuck, you feel amazing." he groaned, fighting the urge to hammer into you wildly.

starting with shallow thrusts, he gradually increased his pace, still mindful of your pain. and as ni-ki doing it deeper, he leaned down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. "you're taking my cock so well..." he praised. "so fucking sexy."

your eyes fluttered shut and you tilted your head back in bliss, lost to the new pleasure and pressure building inside you. ni-ki felt your walls fluttering around him erratically. "ni-ki, i think- i'm- again..."

he knew you were close.

he increased his pace, deep strokes hitting that special spot inside you with every thrust. his hands gripped your hips enough to bruise as he fucked his dick into you, grunting with the effort of holding himself back from his own release.

and with a strangled cry, you came undone beneath him. ni-ki followed soon after with a moan of your name, pulling out before spilling his cum all over your thighs.

after cleaning up, ni-ki crawled back into bed and pulled you to his chest, kissing your face and neck but you moved and positioned yourself in his hips, where his hardening cock already poking on your sensitive, beaten entrance. "ready again?" he chuckled, wrapping his arms on your waist, his face nuzzling on your neck.

you giggled and sank down on him with a gasp. ni-ki groaned at the slick heat enveloping him again, making love with more confidence this time around.

rounds later, you're all sweaty and tired. ni-ki wondered dazedly if he'd turned his sweet, innocent girl into a sex addict. "you're so good, ni-ki..." you said, kissing him. to ni-ki, you looked like a sex god, your lips kiss-swollen, chest full of hickeys, your hair is a mess...

completely wrecked by him.

he wrapped his arms around your limp form and rolled to the side, careful not to dislodge from where he was still buried inside you.

and you're there thinking about worshipping ni-ki's body for the rest of your life.

"i'm going to fuck you all over again in the shower." he declared with a wicked grin. you answered with a moan that tells him it sounds like the perfect plan.

never knew sex could hit this different when it was out of love.

a/n: this is too long lol! enjoy <3

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[rafesangelita]

i said i wasn’t going to address drama and silly little disputes anymore on this blog but accusing someone of being a predator and supporting rape is not just ‘drama’ it’s a serious offense. it doesn’t surprise me that this person is on an alt account spewing lies. my account is and always has been mdni. this person has no proof of me being a predator simply because there isn’t anything to ‘expose’. i’ve never interacted with this person or even know who this person is. every single person on this blog can say that i have never supported those things, and i mean that wholeheartedly. it’s pretty clear that this person doesn’t have a life outside of harrassing others.

don’t interact with content that you don’t want to consume. as a full grown adult you are in charge of the media you take in. i’m not the tumblr police. i’m not anyone to go around and tell other adults what they should and shouldn’t post. i simply don’t have the time to do that. as i’ve stated on here a million times before; i’m just here to share what i love doing most and that’s writing. the very least this person can do is come through with some valid proof instead of going on designated dark themed blogs and grabbing onto whatever threads they could and twist it to make it seem like it fits this sick narrative they’re attempting to create.

i have blocked and cut off all contact with people who actually have included minors in their works and what’s mind boggling to me is that they are no where to be found on that ridiculous list that person has made up. there is also proof of some writers actually being minors and creating dark content and smut when they claim to be 18+

anyways, i hope at least some people do their homework and look into the users mentioned before actually believing this harmful lie. a lot of the users mentioned on that list i’ve interacted with before and they were nothing short of sweet and kind in every way possible. this sad anon doesn’t even know any of us, so that speaks volumes within itself.

your future is bright anon, i genuinely hope that you get the help that you need so you could live a successful, productive, and happy life ♡ @alt0000987

[xoxorealitygalore]

Plan B 3

Jey Uso x Afro-Brazilian OC

Summary: In her thirties and single after a breakup, Hamisa decides she wants to become a mother, despite her friends' and family's objections. Unable to wait any longer, she chooses to have a baby on her own. However, she unknowingly ends up using her ex-boyfriend sperm after he drunkenly swapped her donor’s sample for his own. As Hamisa raises her child, she starts noticing striking similarities between her ex-boyfriend and her baby, leading to questions about the true origins of her child's conception.

Plan B Masterlist

Taglist: @xbriexx @christinabae @blackchickinthedesert @princess-saki1 @skyesthebomb @raya-hunter01 @theusotwinzcom @yana3sworld

Previous

Hamisa sat on the couch, her hands tightly clutching the sides of her mug of tea, the warm liquid barely registering against the coldness that had settled inside her. Her mind felt like a hurricane, everything swirling, crashing, and threatening to overwhelm her. She had barely spoken to anyone since her confrontation with Joshua. The raw emotions from that conversation still lingered, a constant reminder of the betrayal she had felt, the shock she had experienced, and the anger that kept bubbling to the surface.

But now, she had to talk to someone. She needed to tell Pamela, the one person who had always been her sounding board, her friend, her anchor. Pamela had always been there for her, even when things weren’t easy. Hamisa needed that now more than ever.

It wasn’t just about Joshua’s confession. It was everything from the confusion, the pain, the uncertainty of how to move forward. There was a part of Hamisa that felt violated by Joshua’s actions, and another part of her that was clinging to the possibility that maybe, just maybe, there was a way to navigate this mess.

When Pamela arrived at her house, Hamisa was already waiting by the door. Pamela, sensing the gravity in the air, didn’t waste any time.

“Hamisa, what’s going on?” Pamela asked, her voice a mix of concern and curiosity. “You look like you’ve been carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

Hamisa didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she stepped aside, motioning for Pamela to enter. Once they were settled, Hamisa’s hands were trembling as she finally spoke.

“Pamela, I don’t even know where to begin,” Hamisa started, her voice strained. “I had to go see Joshua. I wanted him to take the DNA test… and I found out something I never expected.”

Pamela raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “What do you mean? What happened?”

Hamisa took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside her. “I found out that Jhream... she’s his daughter. Not the donor’s. He swapped the sample, Pamela. He swapped it, and now I know that the little girl I’ve been raising for the last eight months is biologically his.”

Pamela’s eyes widened in shock. Her mouth parted slightly, but no words came out at first. She had known that things between Hamisa and Joshua had been complicated, but this—this was something entirely different.

“Wait, hold on a second,” Pamela finally said, shaking her head as if she needed to process what Hamisa had just told her. “You’re telling me that Joshua… took the sperm sample and replaced it with his own? That’s... that’s insane.”

“I know,” Hamisa replied, her voice trembling with the emotion she could barely contain. “I feel like I’ve been living a lie. How could he do that to me? How could he mess with something so important?”

Pamela sat back in her chair, her hands folded in her lap as she stared at her friend, deep in thought. For a long moment, she said nothing, her gaze distant, as if she was carefully weighing the situation. Hamisa was too exhausted to fill the silence, her eyes focused on the floor as she fought the urge to cry.

Then, finally, Pamela spoke, her voice thoughtful but surprisingly calm.

“You know, Hamisa, I can’t say that what Joshua did was okay. I can’t excuse what he did to you. But...” Pamela paused, her gaze softening as she looked at her friend. “But maybe it’s not all bad.”

Hamisa’s head snapped up, confusion washing over her. “What do you mean, not all bad? Pamela, he lied to me. He stole something that wasn’t his. How is that not bad?”

Pamela exhaled slowly, leaning forward with a quiet intensity. “Look, I’m not saying what Joshua did was right, but think about it, Hamisa. At least Jhream isn’t some stranger’s child. At least it’s someone you know, someone who loves you, even if it’s messy and complicated right now.”

Hamisa blinked, taken aback by Pamela’s perspective. “So, you’re saying... this is some kind of a blessing in disguise? That I should be grateful my daughter is his?”

Pamela nodded slowly, her expression serious but compassionate. “I’m not saying you should ignore the fact that he violated your trust. That’s unforgivable. But at least your daughter is biologically connected to someone you know, someone who’s already in both of your lives. That’s more than what most people can say about the children they raise with sperm donors. Think about it, Hamisa. If you’d used a stranger’s sperm, you wouldn’t even have this connection. You wouldn’t know who she was biologically. At least with Joshua, there’s a relationship. There’s a history there.”

Hamisa felt a flicker of something inside her. A thought, a question, something she hadn’t considered before. She had been so focused on the betrayal, the shock of finding out that Joshua had played a part in her daughter’s conception, that she hadn’t allowed herself to think about the other side of the equation.

“Are you saying... this is a good thing?” Hamisa asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to believe it. Could this truly be a blessing? Could Joshua’s actions, however wrong they were, have somehow led to a situation that was, in some twisted way, better than what she had feared?

Pamela smiled softly, though her eyes were filled with understanding. “I’m not saying it’s ideal. It’s not perfect, and I’m not saying you should forgive Joshua just because of it. But you don’t have to face the rest of your life wondering who Jhream’s real father is. You already know him. You already know that Joshua loves you and he’s growing attached to Jhream—he might have messed up, but he loves you, and you know who he is. That’s something.”

Hamisa felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over her—relief, confusion, anger, and even a hint of understanding. She had been so consumed with anger at Joshua, so focused on the betrayal, that she hadn’t given herself the space to see the potential good in the situation. It didn’t excuse his actions, it didn’t make it right, but... maybe it wasn’t all as bleak as it seemed.

“I just... I don’t know if I can ever forgive him,” Hamisa admitted, her voice small as she wiped away a tear that had slipped down her cheek. “What he did feels like something I can never get past.”

Pamela reached across the table, placing a hand on her friend’s. “You don’t have to forgive him right now, or ever, if you don’t want to. That’s your choice. But don’t let the pain blind you to the good things in your life. You’ve got a beautiful daughter who loves you, and now you know that her father, whether he made a mistake or not, loves you and her too. That’s something worth holding on to, even if everything else feels broken.”

Hamisa’s heart ached as she absorbed Pamela’s words. There was so much hurt and so much confusion, but Pamela was right. There was a part of her that didn’t want to give up on the good things that still existed in her life, even in the face of everything that had happened.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do, Pam,” Hamisa whispered. “But I think you’re right. Maybe it’s not as bad as I thought.”

Pamela smiled, giving her friend’s hand a gentle squeeze. “You’ll figure it out, Hamisa. You always do. But remember, you’re not alone in this. I’m here for you. Always.”

Hamisa nodded, grateful for Pamela’s unwavering support. As the two women sat together, Hamisa felt the first inkling of hope flicker in her chest. The road ahead was still uncertain, but maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t all downhill.

Maybe there was a way through this, one step at a time, with the love of her daughter, the support of her family and friends, and the possibility of healing, however slow it might be.

Joshua sat at the kitchen table, the phone still pressed to his ear as the words he had just spoken hung in the air. The silence that followed was deafening, each second dragging on longer than the last. It was as though everything in his world had suddenly gone still, frozen by the weight of what he had just confessed.

He had just told his family about what had happened with Hamisa. It felt surreal even as the words left his mouth, and now, as he waited for their response, the gravity of the situation seemed to deepen.

His father, Solofa, was the first to break the silence. “Joshua,” Solofa said slowly, his voice thick with disbelief, “what were you thinking? How could you do something like that?”

Joshua swallowed hard, trying to steady his nerves. His father’s voice, usually so reassuring, now felt distant and cold.

“I didn’t mean for it to happen, Pops,” he replied, his words stumbling out. “I was drunk. I made a mistake. A huge mistake. I didn’t realize the consequences until it was too late.”

His father sighed deeply. “You’ve got to take responsibility for this. This is not just some minor mistake, Joshua. This is a life-altering decision.”

Joshua closed his eyes, running a hand through his hair in frustration. He knew his father was right, but he still couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt weighing on him, pulling him under.

“I know, Dad. I know. I just… I didn’t know what to do when I realized what had happened. I didn’t want to hurt Hamisa. I didn’t want to hurt anyone, but now everything’s ruined.”

There was a long pause on the other end of the line, and when his father spoke again, it was clear that the disappointment was real.

“We’ll talk more about this when you come over,” his father said, his voice stiff. “But for now, you need to think long and hard about your actions.”

Before Joshua could respond, his mother, Talisua, who had been quietly listening in the background, spoke up. Her voice was soft, almost maternal, but there was an underlying concern that Joshua couldn’t ignore.

“Joshua, this isn’t just about you and Hamisa,” Talisua said gently. “It’s about your daughter now. You’ve got to think about her future. What are you going to do for her? What kind of father are you going to be?”

Joshua felt his heart constrict at the mention of his daughter. He had already betrayed Hamisa’s trust, but now, realizing the enormity of his actions, he understood the full weight of what he had done. His daughter was the one who would be affected the most. What kind of example had he set for her? What kind of family was he building for her?

“I’ll figure it out, Mom,” he said quietly. “I just need to make things right.”

The call ended shortly after, leaving Joshua alone in the kitchen, the weight of his family’s disappointment hanging in the air. But it wasn’t just his parents who needed to know. His twin brother, Jonathan, who had always been his closest confidant, was the one Joshua needed to speak to next.

Jonathan, who had always been there for him in both good times and bad, arrived at Joshua’s house an hour later. Joshua had already anticipated the storm that was about to hit, but he couldn’t avoid it. Jonathan was family, and Jonathan would want to hear the truth from him.

When Jonathan entered the house, his eyes immediately fell on his twin brother, sitting at the kitchen table, his face drawn with exhaustion. Jonathan didn’t waste any time.

“You’ve got some explaining to do,” he said, his tone sharp, but there was concern there too, buried beneath the surface.

Joshua didn’t try to sugarcoat things. He told Jonathan everything, about the night he had visited Hamisa while drunk, about the sample cup, and about the impulsive decision that had changed everything. He told him about the guilt he had carried ever since, the revelation that Jhream was his biological daughter and the complicated mess that had ensued after.

Jonathan didn’t say a word at first, his face unreadable as he processed the information. Joshua waited for him to speak, feeling the tension build in the air.

“You’re kidding, right?” Jonathan finally muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. “This can’t be real.”

Joshua’s stomach twisted as he met his brother’s gaze. “It’s real, Jonathan. I’m not joking. It’s my fault, and I don’t know what to do. I just… I just wanted things to be right again.”

Jonathan paced back and forth across the room, his mind working through everything Joshua had said. His footsteps were heavy, his frustration evident in the way he moved. Joshua could practically feel the anger radiating from him, but he also knew his brother was hurt, confused, and unsure of how to process the situation.

“You’re telling me you swapped the sperm?” Jonathan asked, his voice sharp. “You thought it was a good idea at the time? You didn’t think about the consequences?”

Joshua’s shoulders slumped, the weight of his brother’s words hitting him hard. “I didn’t think. I was drunk, I wasn’t thinking straight. It was a stupid mistake. But now that I know what’s happened, I can’t undo it. And Hamisa… she’s angry. She’s hurt, and I don’t blame her.”

Jonathan’s face hardened, his expression turning into something unreadable. “You’ve completely messed things up, man. You can’t just throw yourself back into Hamisa’s life like nothing happened. You broke up with her because you didn't want a serious relationship. You broke her heart. You pushed her to do this and now she has to raise your child. The one you didn't want to give her. That's not fair, Josh. You are wrong as hell for this.”

Joshua felt the sting of his brother’s words, but he knew Jonathan was right. He had been so caught up in his guilt and confusion that he hadn’t stopped to think about the reality of the situation. He couldn’t just expect things to magically go back to normal.

“I know. I know, Jonathan,” Joshua said quietly. “But I love her. I never stopped loving her. And now… now I’m a father to Jhream. I just don’t know how to make everything right.”

Jonathan stopped pacing and turned to face him, his eyes filled with a mixture of disbelief and frustration. “I get that you’re trying to make things right. But you’ve got to think about this more carefully. This isn’t just about you, it’s about Hamisa, it’s about Jhream. You don’t get to waltz in and think everything will fall into place because you’re the father of her child. You’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Joshua sighed deeply, the weight of his brother’s words settling heavily in his chest. “I know,” he whispered. “I know I’ve messed up, but I’ll do whatever it takes to fix this.”

Jonathan’s expression softened slightly as he met his brother’s gaze. “I’m not saying you can’t fix it, Josh. But you’ve got to be prepared for how much this is going to hurt. Not just Hamisa, but everyone involved. This is a mess.”

Joshua nodded, knowing his brother was right. There was no quick fix for what had happened. No easy way out of the tangled web he had woven. But one thing was clear: he wasn’t going to give up. He owed it to Hamisa, to Jhream, and to himself to try. To make things right, even if it meant facing the hardest battle of his life.

The room fell silent again, and for a long moment, neither twin spoke. Finally, Jonathan broke the stillness.

“I’ll be here for you, man. But don’t expect me to stand by and watch you screw this up even further,” he said, his voice quieter now, more subdued.

Joshua looked at him, grateful for his brother’s support, even if it came with tough love. “I won’t screw it up again, I swear.”

With that, Jonathan turned and left, leaving Joshua alone in the kitchen, still processing the weight of the secrets that had just come to light. There was a long road ahead, one filled with apologies, explanations, and a lot of work. But Joshua knew that if he was going to fix this, he had to face the consequences head-on.

No more running.

hamisawoo 12h

Hamisa sat nervously on the edge of her parents's bed, her palms pressed against her lap as she felt her heart beat steadily but rapidly within her chest. The room felt smaller than it had in years as if the walls were closing in around her. Her parents's bedroom was familiar, filled with the soft scents of their shared life, the musk of her father's cologne lingering in the air, the faint trace of lavender from her mother's favorite candles. The once comforting space now seemed to hold the weight of all the unspoken truths and unsaid words that hung between them.

She had come here seeking comfort, guidance, and perhaps some reassurance, but now, at this moment, Hamisa felt the delicate thread of her resolve beginning to fray. She had spent time wrestling with the truth about her daughter, Jhream, and now that it had finally slipped from her lips, she could scarcely believe it was real. Joshua, the man she had once dreamed of building a life with—was Jhream's father. It was a truth she hadn't expected to face again, but it was here now, sitting in the air between them like an uninvited guest.

Her parents, however, did not react the way she had expected. There was no outburst, no dramatic exchange of words or reproach. No angry confrontations. Instead, her father, Atonio, continued flipping through the pages of his morning newspaper, his gaze flicking over the words absentmindedly as if they were discussing the weather. Her mother, Daiane, sat beside her, her posture composed, her face serene and thoughtful, as though this revelation had already been anticipated.

"We knew," her father said after a moment, his voice low and matter-of-fact as if the answer had always been evident. He finally set the paper down, glancing at her briefly before his eyes flickered away, back to the familiar black and white print.

"You knew?" Hamisa asked, the words coming out almost in disbelief. "How?"

Daiane's gentle voice answered her before her father could. "We had a feeling. The moment Jhream was born, something about her... her eyes, her smile, it reminded us of Joshua. But we didn’t want to interfere, not after everything you’d been through. You were so set on using a sperm donor, and we didn't want you to think we were trying to control your choices, especially after we told you so many times that we didn’t agree with it." She sighed softly, the weight of her words hanging heavily in the room. "We just wanted you to be happy."

Hamisa stared at her parents in shock, a deep pang of hurt and confusion clawing at her chest. "You could have told me. You could have warned me."

Atonio gave a small shrug, his fingers absentmindedly tapping the paper. "Yeah, like you would have believed us," he said, his voice tinged with a faint trace of humor, though there was a quiet sadness underneath. "You were so determined to do things your way. We didn't think you'd listen, not then."

Daiane nodded, her eyes softening with understanding. "We knew you had your reasons. We wanted you to make your own decisions, even if we didn’t agree with them. It was your life, Hamisa."

The words hit her harder than she had anticipated. They had known. They had seen what she hadn’t been able to see, but they had chosen to let her walk this difficult path on her own. It wasn’t that they had been unsupportive, they had just been quiet observers, trusting that she would find her way. And maybe, in their eyes, she had. But now, with the truth revealed, it felt like a long, complicated road had just stretched before her, one she hadn’t prepared herself for.

She shifted uncomfortably, trying to make sense of it all. "So, what do I do now?" she asked, her voice small, unsure. "Should I let him be in her life? I mean, I’m so angry with him, but... if he’s her father, I don’t have to raise her alone anymore."

Daiane exchanged a long glance with Atonio, a wordless conversation passing between them. For a moment, Hamisa almost felt like an outsider watching two people communicate in a language only they could understand. It was strange, but comforting at the same time.

"Do what’s best for Jhream," her mother finally said, her voice soft yet resolute. "This isn’t about you or Joshua. It’s about what’s best for her."

Hamisa's chest tightened as she absorbed the weight of her mother’s words. She wasn’t sure if she was ready for that kind of responsibility to make a decision that would shape not only her life but also her daughter’s future. How could she possibly know what was best for Jhream when she couldn’t even figure out what was best for herself?

Atonio didn’t offer further advice but sat back, folding his arms, his gaze heavy but patient. It wasn’t that he didn’t care. It was just that Hamisa had grown up in a home where choices were hers to make, even if those choices were difficult and filled with uncertainties. His calmness was a reflection of the trust he had in her, something that made Hamisa feel even more alone in that moment. But she knew, deep down, that he was right. It was her decision, and it was about her daughter now.

She sighed a deep, exhausted sound that seemed to echo throughout the room. She had wanted so much for her life, for her daughter’s life. Growing up in a family where love had seemed so steadfast, so unshakable, had made Hamisa believe that she, too, would find that perfect kind of love. It wasn’t that she expected perfection, no one could have that but she had thought she would have a partner. Someone who would walk beside her, helping her navigate the challenges that life threw at them. Someone who would be there for their daughter.

But that wasn’t Joshua. Not anymore.

Hamisa closed her eyes for a brief moment, the memory of her parents’ love flashing before her. Forty-two years together. Forty-two years of companionship, loyalty, and a love that had withstood the test of time. Her mother, Daiane, had been Rainha da Bateria at Carnaval do Brasil the year she met her father, Atonio, he was a professional footballer for Brazil at the time. It had been a whirlwind romance, five days together, and they had known. From that moment on, they had been inseparable. Their love was a story that Hamisa had always admired, a love that seemed to defy the odds.

Atonio had supported Daiane through everything, even as her fame grew, as she became a household name in Brazil. And Daiane had supported Atonio through his career, their bond only strengthening when they decided to move to Miami, Florida, where they would raise their seven children. The way her parents had made it look so effortless, so simple, made Hamisa believe that one day she would have the same.

But now, sitting on the edge of their bed, she realized that love wasn’t easy, and it wasn’t always as magical as it had seemed from the outside. Sometimes, love was messy. Sometimes, it meant walking away. Sometimes, it meant dealing with the consequences of decisions that had been made without fully understanding their weight.

She thought of Joshua, of how everything had seemed perfect at the start. They had shared a dream, a vision of what their future together would look like. He had been everything she had ever wanted, a kind, attentive partner who made her feel cherished. But when the reality of their differing desires came to light, his unwillingness to settle down, his refusal to commit to marriage and children, shattered the dream she had built around him.

Joshua had been married before, and he had two sons from that marriage. His previous life had shaped his reluctance to settle into another serious commitment. He wanted an easygoing relationship, one without the pressures of marriage or the responsibilities of raising a child. When Hamisa’s vision for their future clashed with his, they broke up. It had been painful, and Hamisa had spent months healing, telling herself that she would move on.

But now, sitting in front of her parents, Hamisa realized that the reality she had created, the life she had chosen for herself was no longer something she could ignore. Her daughter’s future was now tied to Joshua in a way she hadn’t anticipated. And it left her with a choice: to let him into Jhream’s life, to allow him to be the father, or to keep him at arm’s length, leaving her to continue this journey on her own.

Hamisa sighed again, the weight of the decision pressing down on her. There was no easy answer, no quick solution. And yet, as her parents sat quietly beside her, watching with patience and understanding, Hamisa felt a small flicker of hope. Maybe she didn’t have all the answers, but she was learning to trust herself, just as her parents had trusted her all along.

Meanwhile, Joshua sat in the dimly lit living room of his cousin Joe’s house, the atmosphere heavy with tension. The conversation that had brought him here, to this moment, was one he’d never thought he’d be having. His mind replayed the events over and over, but every time he tried to make sense of it, he only felt more lost. The weight of the situation pressed down on him, and the faces of his relatives stared at him, awaiting answers. His internal turmoil was mirrored in the eyes of those around him, as they tried to understand how he had ended up here.

Joe sat across from him, his brow furrowed in concern, while Zilla leaned back on the sofa with his arms crossed, his eyes sharp, observing the scene like a hawk. Almia, Sefa's wife, stood by the kitchen counter, shaking her head in disbelief. Her shock was evident, her body language rigid with the weight of the revelation Joshua had just shared.

Galina, Joe’s wife, stood in the doorway, her arms crossed in front of her, her expression one of incredulity. "You’re telling me," she began, her voice tinged with disbelief, "that you—Joshua, of all people—were upset when you found out Hamisa planned to use a sperm donor?" She shook her head slowly, her eyes narrowing. "You didn’t want her to do it. You tried to talk her out of it, but instead of respecting her decision, you decided to play a ridiculous game. And now... now you’re telling us that the child she had—might be yours?"

Joshua winced. His cousin’s words stung, but they were not without merit. He had been upset, angry even, when he found out that Hamisa had decided to go through with the sperm donor procedure. The truth was, he had spent so many sleepless nights trying to convince her not to. But she had made her choice. And now, looking at the reality of the situation, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of guilt, a pang of regret. His life was spiraling, and this mess was one he had created.

"Yeah," Joshua muttered, his voice low, "I tried. I did everything I could to talk her out of it. But Hamisa had already made up her mind." His hands rested in his lap, his fingers tapping an erratic rhythm on his jeans. "I was drunk that night. I showed up at her place hoping to tell her how I still felt, hoping we could try again. But... she wasn’t there."

Joe sat forward, his expression serious. "So, you just let yourself in?" He shook his head, a sigh escaping his lips. "You were out of your mind, Joshua."

Joshua ran a hand through his hair, his eyes momentarily distant. "I wasn’t thinking clearly. I thought... maybe if I could just tell her how I felt, things would be different. But when I went in to use the bathroom, I saw the cup. The sperm sample." He paused, biting his lip as he recollected the details of that night, his fingers curling into tight fists. "I was drunk. Stupid. I didn’t know what I was doing. I started messing around with it, and... well, I spilled it. I panicked, thinking that if I didn’t replace it, she’d find out and she’d never forgive me. So I did the dumbest thing possible." He swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his own words as he confessed, "I replaced it with my own."

Zilla let out a low whistle from across the room, his face a mixture of disbelief and judgment. "Are you serious? You—" he began, but her words trailed off as he shook his head, incredulous. "You did that? Joshua, that’s insane. That’s not just an accident. You consciously made that choice."

"I didn’t remember any of it the next day," Joshua said, his voice strained. "I woke up hungover, confused, with no recollection of what had happened the night before. It wasn’t until I saw Jhream for the first time that I realized... something was off. She looked so much like me. I couldn’t ignore it. It was like looking in a mirror."

The room fell silent for a moment as everyone processed what Joshua had said. His cousins exchanged glances and seemed at a loss for words. His mind raced as he tried to piece together the events. The insemination had been successful. Hamisa had gotten pregnant. And now, fifteen months later, he was faced with the reality of his actions.

Trinity, still standing by the counter, shook her head in disbelief. "Joshua, do you realize what you’ve done? You’re talking about a child, a person’s life! You didn’t just mess up your relationship with Hamisa, you messed with her future, with Jhream’s future." She turned toward her husband, Jonathan, who had been listening in silence. "When Jonathan told me what had happened, I thought he was joking, but now I can’t even—" She stopped herself, her eyes wide, trying to grasp the full scope of her brother-in-law’s actions.

Joshua let out a breath, the weight of her words landing on him. "I know. I know it was a mistake, but I thought... I thought I was just making things right. I didn’t think about the consequences. I didn’t think it would go this far."

His ex-wife who had been quiet until now, raised an eyebrow. "You thought you were making things right? By tampering with her fertility? That’s not ‘making things right.’ That’s manipulation, plain and simple." She sighed deeply, rubbing her forehead. "And now you’re telling me that you didn’t even think about telling Hamisa until she found out on her own?"

Joshua’s stomach twisted with guilt. "I... I didn’t know how to tell her. I thought she’d hate me, and maybe she would have. But I didn’t think it would come to this. I didn’t think it would be so complicated."

"Let me ask you something," Trinity said, her voice cool but sharp, cutting through the tension in the room. "If she had never figured out that there was a chance you were the father, would you have ever told her the truth?"

Joshua flinched at the question, his gaze dropping to the floor. He didn’t answer immediately. Would he have told her the truth? The answer wasn’t clear, even to him. It was a question he had been avoiding, a question that gnawed at him every time he thought about it. The guilt pressed in on him from all sides. "I... I don’t know," he muttered.

Trinity’s expression hardened. "You don’t know?" she repeated, her voice tight with frustration. "You’ve spent all this time thinking about yourself, about what you wanted, about what you didn’t want and now you’re telling me you don’t know if you’d ever have told her the truth? That’s not just selfish, Joshua. It’s cowardly."

His ex-wife chimed in, her voice more measured but no less sharp. "I still think you should take the damn DNA test, just like Hamisa wants you to do. It’s the right thing to do. You owe it to her, and you owe it to yourself, to know for sure."

Joshua’s stomach churned again, and he felt a knot in his throat. "I know it’s my child," he said firmly, though there was a slight quiver in his voice. "I don’t need a DNA test to tell me that."

"Just do it," Joe said from his seat across the room, his voice calm but insistent. "You don’t get to dictate what happens next without knowing the facts. You owe it to her, you owe it to yourself, and you owe it to that child."

Joshua sighed, closing his eyes for a moment as the weight of their words settled on him. He didn’t want to do it. He didn’t want to acknowledge the possibility that he had made a colossal mistake, that the consequences of his actions were more than he had bargained for. But deep down, he knew they were right. He had to face the truth, even if it meant confronting the mess he had created. He had to make things right, even if it meant admitting just how far he had gone to avoid responsibility.

"Fine," he said, his voice low, a resignation in his tone. "I’ll do it."

The room remained still, the silence heavy with the weight of the decision. Joshua wasn’t sure if he was relieved or terrified. But at that moment, he knew one thing for certain: whatever happened next, he had to face it, head-on.

Joshua had never been one to doubt himself, but as he stood outside the DNA Diagnostics Center (DDC), a quiet unease settled in his chest. His palms were slightly damp as he paced the parking lot, eyes flicking toward the entrance every few seconds. He had no reason to doubt that Jhream was his daughter.

In his heart, in that unexplainable space between a man’s soul and the child he’s bound to, he knew. From the first moment he laid eyes on her, his heart had screamed that she was his, that their bond ran deeper than blood.

But that wasn’t the problem. The problem lay in the questions that surrounded him, in the things Hamisa needed to feel secure in. His own family needed confirmation too, and even though it pained him to have to jump through these hoops, he couldn’t deny that this test, this formality, was necessary to give everyone peace of mind. He couldn’t just walk away from it, not when it meant everything to Hamisa and his own family.

Still, pacing the lot didn’t make the minutes move faster. The appointment was in five minutes, yet there was no sign of Hamisa or the baby. Joshua glanced at his watch for the third time in the last minute, a sigh escaping his lips. He had promised Hamisa he’d be there, but the tension between them had made the promise harder to keep than he would have liked to admit.

Just when he thought he might go mad with worry, the sleek rumble of an engine interrupted his thoughts. The unmistakable sound of a Mercedes-Benz G63 AMG approached, pulling in next to Joshua’s parked Cadillac Escalade.

Hamisa’s face appeared in the window, a small smirk playing at the corners of her lips.

“Why are you pacing the parking lot?” she asked, an eyebrow raised as she examined him.

Joshua let out another sigh, his frustration finally breaking through. “I thought you weren’t going to show up or something,” he replied, his voice tinged with both relief and annoyance.

“Why would I not show up?” Hamisa answered with a roll of her eyes, her voice sharp with a hint of sarcasm. “I need this done more than you do.”

Joshua gave her a dry look, not knowing whether to laugh or groan. Instead, he simply opened the back door of the car and carefully lifted little Jhream from her car seat. The baby’s large, dark brown eyes locked onto his, and she let out a string of happy babbles. As Joshua carried her, her small arms reached out, instinctively wrapping around his neck. It was moments like this that made Joshua’s resolve solidify. It didn’t matter what the test said. He was her father. His soul already knew.

Hamisa followed behind, adjusting the weight of the baby bag slung over her shoulder, and after locking her car, they made their way into the center. Joshua held the door open for Hamisa, something that still felt right even though their relationship had become so complicated. Inside, the sterile atmosphere of the DNA Diagnostics Center felt like a world apart from the warmth of the life they had started together, a world he was no longer sure how to navigate.

At the reception desk, they checked in for their appointment. Joshua felt the uncomfortable weight of waiting press down on him as they took their seats in the sterile waiting area. The silence between him and Hamisa was thick, a layer of unresolved tension hanging between them. It wasn’t the kind of silence that felt comfortable or familiar; it was the kind that spoke volumes of the complicated history they shared.

“What do you want the outcome to be?” Joshua asked, breaking the quiet. The question wasn’t meant to be confrontational, but it felt heavy all the same. He was genuinely curious, though he already had a suspicion about the answer.

Hamisa’s expression shifted, her eyes darkening as she looked at him. “I would like it to be that you’re not the father,” she replied, her voice a little quieter than usual. “But we both know she’s yours.”

Joshua nodded solemnly. That answer was expected. He understood it, even though it stung. He had broken up with Hamisa because he wasn’t ready for a serious relationship. But that hadn’t stopped him from turning her life upside down when he did what he did.

And now, here they were. She had every right to want to push him away, to hope that the DNA test would give her the space to breathe again, to co-parent without the complications of a past that was far from easy.

Before Joshua could say anything further, their names were called.

Little Jhream squirmed in Joshua’s arms as the technician, a woman dressed in a white lab coat, beckoned them toward the back. Joshua’s heart tightened at the sight of the woman in the lab coat. He didn’t want her to take his daughter away, to treat her like just another test subject. He was already feeling the weight of this sterile process, and he was fighting to stay grounded, to remember that this was just a formality. He was her father. This would only confirm what he already knew.

As they approached, Jhream’s little face contorted with uncertainty. Her tiny hands gripped Joshua’s shirt tighter, and she looked up at him with wide eyes filled with unease. She didn’t like strangers, didn’t like the unfamiliar. As if sensing her fear, Joshua pulled her closer, murmuring gentle words of comfort. But when the technician leaned forward to speak to her, the baby’s lip quivered, and she buried her face into Joshua’s chest.

“Dada,” Jhream murmured, her voice small but clear, as if she needed to reaffirm to herself, and to Joshua, who she trusted.

Hamisa and Joshua both froze at the sound. For a moment, there was no noise except for the soft rhythm of their breathing. The word hung in the air, suspended between them like a secret that only the two of them understood. Hamisa’s heart gave a little lurch, and Joshua felt something warm rush through him. His eyes met Hamisa’s, a mixture of surprise and tenderness passing between them.

Joshua didn’t need the test to know. He already knew.

But the tension in the air wasn’t gone yet. Hamisa’s eyes flickered with something unreadable, and Joshua could sense that she was thinking, weighing the moments before them. With a deep breath, she gave him a gentle push, urging him toward the technician.

They reached one of the private areas, where the DNA analyst explained the procedure. It would take up to three to five business days for the results to come back, but sometimes they were able to provide results sooner. As Hamisa filled out the paperwork, Joshua stood by, the weight of his daughter’s small form in his arms. He could feel her warmth, her trusting little body relaxing against his chest.

The technician took the samples. Simple cheek swabs, a process Joshua had gone through himself in the past, but never under these circumstances. He didn’t want to see it. He didn’t want to experience his daughter’s resistance to the unknown, but it was part of the process. She squirmed, not understanding what was happening, but Joshua whispered soothing words to her, holding her close, letting her know she was safe. As the technician finished, Jhream calmed down a little, her face still scrunched with confusion, but she was settling.

“Dada,” Jhream said again, her voice clear as she pulled herself up, trying to stand on his lap.

Joshua’s heart melted. He held her up carefully, her tiny hands gripping his fingers as she tried to balance. Her eyes locked onto his, and for a moment, the entire room faded away. His bond with her was already formed. It was unbreakable. He was her father.

Hamisa stood by, watching them. She couldn’t deny it, either. She had to admit that no matter the outcome of the test, this little girl needed both of them. And as much as she had tried to push Joshua away, to protect herself, she knew deep down that the bond between him and Jhream was real. It was something that couldn’t be ignored.

When the results came, Hamisa would know what she had to do. She would find a way to accept Joshua back into her life for Jhream’s sake, and maybe they could figure out how to raise their daughter together, even if it wasn’t the picture-perfect family she had once imagined.

Next

[kendrysaneela]

I think Helena genuinely does feel bad about everything her family has done. And she feels bad about what she’s done. And what’s been done in her name. Her father says “Now everyone is going to get one. Because of you” Her name. I don’t think she fully understands the scope of everything her family has done (like she doesn’t really understand the Innies much as she’s seemingly trying to in episode 4) but she doesn’t really know what to do about it? I doubt she’s able to like walk away from being an Eagan they probably wouldn’t let her. She’d probably end up permanently severed or at the very least smeared severely.

Like look at this. She feels badly about what she says to Irving.

She makes him a snow seal! I think this was her trying to make up for being mean to him before.

She looks like she feels badly about what about lying to Irving about who she is! She looks like her eyes are tearing up

before she steels herself back up.

When she’s alone with Mark (A man who I think she thinks actually likes her. She doesn’t realize he only likes Helly at this point) she says she’s ashamed of who she is on the outside

Like she straight up says she’s ashamed! And then when Mark asks who she was. She stares at him so wistfully. I think she genuinely wants to tell him. But she’s afraid. So she just stays quiet. Because she also doesn’t wanna lie to him anymore.

Then when she realizes she’s been found out. She drops her clueless act. And she apologizes to Irving. (I think this is a genuine apology)

So she tried to live as Helly for a bit. And she tried to sort of apologize. Be nice to them. Bask in the love they have for Helly. I think she thought it’s hers too. Because it’s her body her brain. That’s why she calls out for Mark when Irving is trying to drown her. She thinks he’ll come save her. She thinks he loves her too. But he doesn’t. They don’t. They love Helly. And unless she actually learns to earn their love on her own somehow. Escape her family somehow. Become a good person somehow. They never will. But I do think she wants to be good. But she just doesn’t know how. And she doesn’t know to escape her family’s cage.

You know that quote from The Good Place? “People improve when they get external love and support. How can we hold it against them when they don’t” Helena doesn’t have that. She doesn’t have anyone. And she doesn’t know how to find people. So she tried to steal Helly’s. And it didn’t work. I wonder where she’s gonna go from here.

[kasagia]

Tell me it's you...

Pairing: young!Aleksander "Eric" Morozova/Darkling x fem!heartrender! reader Summary: The legendary Darkling saves your life from the Drüskells. You tell your friend Eric about this, but he advises you against seeking the Shadow Summoner. You don't listen to him. And you find him closer than you dared to think he was. Now you beg him to stay with you. Aleksander Morozova's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~Main Masterlist Oneshot inspired by: "Tell me it's you" from Mufasa... yeah, I just couldn't leave that song. I never thought The Lion King would inspire me to write a oneshot for Darkling... Hope you enjoy it! Taglist: @aoi-targaryen @chelseyyouraverageluigi @watersquirtpewpewboomm @summersummoner-pat

"It was... like something out of an adventure novel. I'm telling you, Eric, I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes. Suddenly, shadows appeared; I couldn't see practically anything, and then they cut Drüskells in half. I... I've never seen such power. In anyone. Ever." You tell your friend in shock, half-sitting, half-lying on his bed as he bustles around you, tending to your wounds.

"You may have imagined it. No one has seen the Darkling or any of his ancestors in centuries. Shadow Summoners are freaks of nature. The fact that they are virtually nonexistent shows that they shouldn't exist." The dark-haired man replies dismissively.

You grab his hand as he's about to apply gauze soaked in the medicinal plant dimension to your cut brow and give him an offended look.

"No, Eric, I know what I saw. Maybe not exactly; maybe I didn't really see him, but it was definitely a Shadow Summoner. As when the king's men were pursuing us and we were hidden from their view by a cloud of shadow. The fact that there are few of them proves how powerful they are. Not everyone is meant to wield such responsibility on their arms. To be a saviour." You say and let go of his hand.

"You speak too highly of him. He's probably a power-hungry maniac, a heretic, not some Grisha saviour."

"I know it's him. I'm sure of it. Just as I know it's him and only the Shadow Summoner who can stop this hunt for us. We have to find him. Maybe you don't feel it, but I do. Without him... without him we have no reason to even try to fight the Tsar, Fjerda, Shu Han, and Ravka for our freedom."

Eric sighs and shakes his head in disbelief at your stubbornness. But he doesn't have time to respond to you, because suddenly his mother enters their one-room, small cottage.

He pulls away from you and gives his mother a warning look. You only stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him because the older woman walks straight to you, ignoring her son.

"The whole village is gossiping that they saw my son bring you unconscious and bloody to our hut. What happened to you, little heartreder? Did you use your powers on yourself?"

She nods at the young healer in the doorway while examining you. And if you didn't know her better, you'd almost believe the older woman was actually worried about you. Luda steps to your side and uses her powers to heal you. You clench your teeth and look at your teacher, slightly offended.

"I was taking Marika home. We took a shorter path through the forest, and the Drüskells attacked us. She ran away and alarmed Eric, and I... somehow managed to scare them away." You lie to her about the last part, feeling your friend's burning gaze on you.

Earlier, you promised him that your... unusual encounter with the Shadow Summoner would stay between you. It wasn't safe to talk about them. Besides, you doubt the old woman would believe your story, however true it is.

You nod in thanks to Luda and try to ignore the burning feeling of jealousy as she sends one of her longing glances towards Eric. You quickly regain control, reminded of the watchful gaze of the older woman who was still present.

"I don't understand why that girl called my son, since he controls his powers like a baby controls urine." You're very proud of how you manage to keep from snorting in amusement at her ridiculous remark. Eric, on the other hand, seems to not appreciate at all his mother's teasing.

"I'm here, mother."

"And you should be in the village and working. I don't know what you want to feed yourself with, but now that winter is coming, it will be harder and harder. Stop hovering over that poor girl like a dog over a hedgehog and go find yourself some useful occupation. I'll look after her."

"But, mother..."

"Go, Eric. I'll see you later." You assure him with a warm, gentle smile.

He sighs and gives his mother one last, warning look and approaches the bed. He presses a kiss to your forehead, and after making sure your wounds have healed nicely, he leaves.

"What?" You ask her, blushing slightly with embarrassment as she stares at you.

"One day, he'll put me in my grave, and he'll regret it." She sighs and stands, her black hair interwoven with more frequent streaks of grey, and you see her hands shaking slightly as she hands you a cup of herbal tea.

Lately, you've started to notice that she... stopped looking so young. Before, you couldn't believe that Eric was her son, but now, it seems, time has started to catch up with her. And she's become impossibly more grumpy and stubborn.

"Will he?" You ask, raising an eyebrow teasingly and taking a sip.

"Don't let yourself get carried away, little brat. Just because you make him more bearable doesn't give you the right to mock me. You know perfectly well that this halfwit is head over heels in love with you. So for the sake of all of us, kill it before you break your hearts."

"I... we are just friends." You persist in refusing to admit your feelings to her. She looks at you for a long moment and sighs, nodding at you reproachfully.

"Believe the words of an old woman, Y/N. You... you deserve something more. Don't destroy your peace and life because of one pair of pretty eyes."

"We are not together." You repeat yourself, not even trying to explain to her how beautiful Eric's dark irises were. Worth any pain he could bring you—something you doubt would ever happen anyway.

He was too good to hurt you. Ever. However. He was... Eric. You could always count on his help and support; he always somehow managed to be there for you when you needed him the most. So how could you fight your growing feelings for him?

"I know. But I also know him and you. So trust me when I say, he is not good enough for you."

"Aren't you confusing your roles? Shouldn't you be saying this to Eric?" The woman frowns the moment you say her son's name.

She sighs and gets out of bed, arms folded, when she was staring at you—as if her cold, disapproving gaze would change the way your stupid heart sped up whenever he was around.

"Usually the voice of reason does not break through the deafening scream of foolish love. And this boy... he is a lost cause."

"Maybe I like lost causes?"

"Y/N... you are a smart girl. So for your own good, leave before it's too late." She gathers your things and offers you a hand to help you up.

You accept her unusual, gentle help and take your bundle from her. You absentmindedly stroke the charm on your bracelet—a small stone of your favourite gemstone that Eric gave you for your birthday—as you think about how to respond to her.

"I... I am not going anywhere. I promised him I won't leave him. He is my friend."

"Ehhh... stupid child." The woman shakes her head, irritated by our stubbornness, and leads you to the exit.

You are already on your way to the village when Baghra notices a familiar figure lurking in the recesses of the hut. Her mood darkens even further when she realises an extra, unwanted pair of ears has heard your conversation.

"Happy, Aleksander? Or should I call you Eric?" The woman huffs in exasperation and grabs her old journal from the table.

"You yourself said I should hold my real name away from anyone." Aleksander answers her with the same cold, emotionless tone she gives him and steps out of his shadows.

Only now does Baghra take a moment to look at him. He snorts when he sees the streak of blood carefully hidden beneath his cloak from your view. But not from hers.

"I should also mention your stupid heart then. She will die before you, you know that, right? No matter how much you love her or how hard you will try to protect her, she will grow old, and you will remain in the same shape as today."

"Unless I stop summoning."

"As if you could. I bet you've already done it today, right?" Aleksander turns his gaze away from her. He watches your retreating figure from the window, his heart clenching at the thought that one day he will no longer be able to be by your side or watch you from his shadows. "Let her live her life. She may be a powerful heartrender, but she is still not us, Aleksander. She won't live forever; she is not equal to us. Can you watch her slipping away from your fingers each day? Watch her die in your arms?"

He clenches his fists. Unconsciously, he lets his shadows break free and spread throughout the hut. Baghra sighs and approaches him. She places her hand hesitantly on his shoulder, forcing him to look her in the eyes.

"We overstayed here, Aleksander. I leave in a week. And if you really care about her, you will leave with me." Baghra looks at him for a long moment, then lets go of him. She heads for the exit and puts her hand on the doorknob but stops when she hears his voice.

"And what if I don't?"

Cold silence cuts through the air between them. Baghra looks at her son over her shoulder, and for a moment in his eyes, she sees the glow of her old self. A naive version that didn't yet know the true realities of this world, the curse hidden behind her powers. And since Aleksander wouldn't listen to her, to draw from her experience, all she could do was leave him to realise alone, in pain, that there were no others like them, that they were condemned to a life of solitude.

"Then prepare yourself for losing her anyway."

Aleksander clenches his fists as he is left alone in the hut. He lets his wonders flow out of him as he sinks into total darkness. And even the memory of your smile, something that always managed to fight his darkness, only makes the shadows grow thicker around him. Because as much as he hated his mother, he knew there was some truth in her words. You would eventually leave. And he would be all alone. Again. And even if he told you who he really was... it wasn't at all sure that you wouldn't turn away from him like everyone else before you did.

The truth was that you would cast him out. So he has to leave first... before you break his heart, that you didn't even know that belonged to you the moment he met you and got to know you.

He screams, letting his shadows in him exit through his mouth, swallowing the tears that roll down his cheeks.

"I've asked everywhere, and no one has noticed anyone new coming to the village. So it must be one of the locals or someone who arrived recently. But no one comes to mind, with... well, him. My investigation is at a standstill."

You grumble as you walk beside Eric through the forest path. Snow falls around you, causing a few small flakes to cling to his dark coat and hair. He looked adorable. Even with his red nose and the grimace that appeared on his face whenever you mentioned the Shadow Summoner in his presence.

"Maybe that's a good thing? Maybe he doesn't want to be found? Maybe he prefers to stay in his shadows, where he belongs."

"No, Eric, you... you didn't see what I saw, the power that flowed from him. He killed them all with a wave of his hand; it... it was incredible. If only he hadn't hidden, if only he had gathered us all and led us... maybe we would never have had to hide again, never have to make new homes, never have to worry about being discovered, about having to run away and start our lives over for fear of being tracked down and killed for who we are. You must feel the same way I do. Haven't you had enough? That every time you find a home, someone comes and takes it away just because we can do more than them? That we have power that they fear? Eric... I can't live like this. I'll find him. Even if it's the last thing I do, I have to convince him... there's no other way for us."

"That's a pipe dream, Y/N. Even if he gathers us all... forms an army... even among our own kind, there will be those who would seek to destroy him." He replies sceptically and stops to look at the frozen river. You sigh and shove your hands in your pockets, trying to warm yourself up a little.

"There will always be some. Is that why we have to keep hiding in our holes like rats? The Tsar will never change his mind about us if we don't act. We can't bury our heads in the sand, Eric. I'm not going to... I'm not going to let my children, if I have them, live in a world like that... to go through what we went through."

"Y/N..." He sighs and looks at you for the first time since you brought up the topic of the mysterious Shadow Summoner.

You frown as you see a glimpse of pain and concern in his eyes, wondering what could have caused him such a negative agitation. Before you can say anything back, suddenly an arrow flies near you and embeds itself in the ground not far away from you.

"Come with me." Eric takes your hand, not waiting for your reaction as he starts to drag you away.

He runs, pulling you in the opposite direction of where he heard the barking of dogs and the shouting of men. As you pass the arrow, you see the distinctive Fjerdan finish on it. You curse under your breath and speed up, running with Eric to one of the safe havens you and the other Grisha had set up in case the Drüskells 'witch hunt' resumes.

Unfortunately, you're running too slowly, or there are too many Fjerdans (you can't tell because Eric is pulling you along and setting your pace so fast that you can barely move your legs, let alone look back) to lose them. Your lungs are burning, and your heart is beating fast as you wade through the folds of snow.

You doubt that you'll be able to defend both yourself and Eric because you certainly won't leave him alone to these bloodthirsty men. Or that was the plan, before he pushed you into some Saint-knows-where hole big enough for one of you to hide.

"Stay here."

"No, Eric..." You hiss in desperation and grab his sleeve, realising he'll die if he goes alone.

"Stay here, Y/N. I will be fine. I promise. Just stay right here and wait for me." He cups your cheek in his hand and presses his lips to your forehead as you sob quietly into your hand, holding him tight by his sleeve, not wanting to let go. "Hush. I'll be back. I promise. Just stay here and be quiet."

Despite your efforts, he somehow manages to wiggle out of your grip. As he asked, you press your hand to your mouth and stop all the cries and sounds from escaping your throat. You close your eyes and focus on your surroundings, trying to feel the beating of hearts around you.

You shiver as the ground above you shakes with the force of the Drüskells that are chasing Eric. You try to help him in any way you can, slowing some of their heartbeats, tiring them out more, even managing to stop a few of them altogether—something you could never do in your lessons with Baghra. But it's still not enough; you still feel like there are so many more of them than Eric can handle alone.

So you do probably the stupidest thing, but the only right thing you can do in this situation. You come out of your hiding place and run in the direction Eric ran.

When you reach the clearing, the first thing you notice is him, standing surrounded by Fjerdarns. You see his eyes widen when he sees you, too surprised and frightened to notice one of the Drüskells sneaking up on him.

"Eric!" You scream and lunge at him, your hands moving in a practiced motion, manipulating the blood flow of the Fjerdan who wanted to attack him.

But you walk into the trap yourself, and before you can blink, one of them shoots you with an arrow. You scream in bewilderment and grab your arm, trying to staunch the blood while controlling as many of the Fjerdan soldiers as you can, trying to keep yourself and Eric alive for as long as you can.

And then, shadows spread across the clearing. You close your eyes and sigh with relief as their familiar coldness takes hold of you. Men scream in terror, hunting dogs growl around, but after a moment, everything falls silent. All you hear are two heartbeats: yours, calm and sluggish after losing blood from the wound you inflicted with the shot, and Eric's, quick and sudden.

Before you know it, you begin to sink to your knees, both physically exhausted from running and using your power and emotionally exhausted from almost seeing your deaths.

"It's okay. It's okay. You are safe. I got you." Eric whispers, stroking your hair tenderly as he catches you at the last second. And then something inside you suddenly snaps.

Suddenly, you remember the exact moment your mysterious Shadow Summoner saved you all those weeks ago, and as it turns out, he did it again. Eric could summon shadows. He used them to save you for a second time. He... he was the Shadow Summoner. And with that revelation, you faint in his arms.

When you wake up, it's not by Eric's side like in all those romantic novels you like to read before going to bed—your passion that Eric laughs at you for. No. You wake all alone in some makeshift bed. Or rather, you wish you would wake up alone, because the first person you see is…

"Baghra? Am I in hell?"

"You were close enough." The woman grumbles, pressing a cloth to your shoulder. You hiss as you feel the herbs burn your healer-sealed skin. "My stupid son got it into his empty head because of your little accident that the Drüskelle came here for him. So he left. To give himself to them."

"What?! And you let him?!" I ask angrily and throw the blanket off me. I reach for my coat and quickly button it, searching the small room for my shoes.

"You know him. What was I supposed to do? Only two things can stop this stubborn moose: you and his death."

You sigh angrily at her and quickly tie your shoes. You hiss when your haste and carelessness slightly strain your injured arm. But the pain you feel is only an annoying distraction in the face of fear for Eric's life.

"He left a few hours ago. To the north. If you concentrate hard, you'll be able to feel his heartbeat." Baghra advises you as you take a pair of daggers from her. "Y/N." The woman grabs your elbow and forces you to look at her before you leave in a hurry. "Bring him back in one piece. And yourself too. Saints knows what that imbecile will do if anything happens to you again."

All you can do is nod at her as you leave one of the rooms in your hideout. You push your way through other Grisha, trying to get out of the abandoned tomb you all have turned into a base and back to the surface as quickly as possible.

Your blood boils; everything boils as you think about what will happen if you don't get to him in time. You wonder where he even got that stupid idea of ​​turning himself in to the Fjerdans. It won't solve your problem. They'll still be after you, even more when they realise that they killed... that they killed HIM.

You run through the snow, following Eric's footsteps and praying to every known saint that you'll make it in time. You had so many things to tell him... so many important confessions that you were afraid of. You still are. You realise that... Eric didn't tell the whole truth about himself, but on the other hand, you know that in his situation you would proceed just as carefully and maybe even more.

He was the Shadow Summoner. He created something, creatures that could kill people with a wave of his hand. He was something completely different from you and the rest of the Grisha, something much more powerful. And you know perfectly well that they will only listen to him and follow him. If ever there is anything good for you, it will only be with his rule over you.

Luckily, Eric doesn't run far from you. A few hours later, you're able to feel his heartbeat in the distance, or at least you assume it's his. It's strange to admit to yourself that you know that delicate rhythm perfectly, that you've been listening to that song of his heart unconsciously all those nights you spent together by the fire, snuggled up together, supposedly seeking extra warmth, but in reality subconsciously craving the closeness of the other.

You loved him. Even before the Shadow Summoner thing came to light. And you know he cared about you, too. And you would do anything to keep him with you…to make him what you and the other Grisha needed.

You almost fall to your knees with relief when you finally find him. He stands by the frozen river, staring at it with a blank expression, his fists clenched, completely oblivious to his surroundings. In any other situation, you would have snuck up to him, thrown your arms around his shoulders, and berated him for his lack of attention, but now, all you can do is stare at him silently.

Seeing him makes you realise who he is, what he's capable of, and honestly, all those scary stories about the powerful Shadow Summoner don't fit the Eric you know at all.

But you knew that no matter who he really was… you would be there for him. With him.

"Tell me it's you." You say, pulling him out of his own thoughts. He turns to you slowly, staring at you as if he's seen a ghost, as if he can't believe his eyes that he's seeing you.

"Y/N, you should be resting in the hideout..."

"Tell me it's you. I... I know it's you." You interrupt him and take a few steps closer to him.

He frowns at you, pretending not to know what you're on about, but from the way his eyes widen for a second and his heart skips a beat, you know he knows exactly what you are up to.

"I am afraid that I have no idea what you are talking about. Did you hurt yourself in the head? Let me see."

"Don't make me look crazy, Eric. I know, it's you. I may be stupid enough to not realise it earlier, but I am not that stupid to not see it now. You were always there at every major disaster, saving the day, like you knew exactly where to be; you saw more than any of us... For God's sake, you never even summoned a single damn wind. Baghra lied that you had no control over your powers, that you practically had none, but you hid from all of us that you are... please don't hide from me anymore. Tell me it's you. The one we've been waiting for so damn long."

"I... you have no idea what you are talking about."

"Eric, please..." You reach out to take his hand in yours, but he moves away from you before your skin can touch for even the slightest moment. He breathes heavily, quickly, shocked to find that his best attempts to keep who he is a secret from everyone have been in vain.

"You don't know anything, Y/N! I am not even Eric; I... I don't know what I am. What you think I am... I am not. I am surely not anyone's saviour. Whatever you saw... you don't know what you have seen. I... forget about it." He mumbles, his eyes wandering on your figure as he decides what to do, what to say to make you change your mind, to make you doubt what you have seen.

You can see the internal struggle in him, as he wants to reach out for you, but at the same time, he is also keeping his distance from you. So seeing his conflict, the panic state he found himself in, all you want to do is soothe him.

"I see you." You interrupt him and cup his cheek in your hand, grounding him for a moment, making him forget everything else as he looks at you. The lump in his throat eases; he feels the tension in his body leave as you stroke his bearded cheek tenderly with your thumb. "I may not know your real name, or the amount of power and responsibility or pain you carry within you... but I know your soul. I know the man you are trying to hide behind your shadows... but I won't allow you. Not anymore."

He instinctively nuzzles his face into your hand. He closes his eyes, unable to bear your sympathetic gaze any longer. He knows he should do to you what he did to all those who came before you: push you away, make you believe he'll disappear forever, go along with his mother's plan, and let you think he died at the hands of the Fjerdans, but... he couldn't. Not with you. Not when you've become involuntarily an important part of his sour heart that's sought your light like grass hidden for months under snow.

He's been alone in the darkness of his shadows for too long. And if letting you in meant breaking him completely... then he thought a few years with you were worth every pain that resulted from the subsequent loneliness.

"Ever since you appeared, I've been running from something deep inside. And it's worse than I feared, because I look in your eyes, and I can't hide. I tried to push you away..."

"Don't push me away." You interrupt him and take a step closer to him.

"But the feelings come back, just twice as strong." He finishes his thought and wraps his hand around the wrist of your hand that’s still caressing his cheek, tangling his other hand in your hair and pulling you closer to him so he can press a kiss to the top of your head. "And I... I don't know what to say." He whispers shakily, closing his eyes and burying his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent like calming salts.

"You know just what to say." You respond in an equally uncertain, tearful tone, holding him tightly against you, not letting him move an inch away from you, not when you finally have him where you need him—pressed against you.

"I do not belong here. I do not belong anywhere. I never did. Every time I find a home, something happens to take that home away. You do not want such a stray like me."

"You are exactly where you should be. The way you feel when you're with me... Beside me... This is the most right… this feels the most right. Please, don't hide from me anymore." You say, slightly pulling away from him to look into his dark eyes.

He tightens his grip on your hair, his gaze on you burning, almost electric as he stares into your eyes as if they were the answer to all his questions and doubts.

You don't know what he finds in them, but they're convincing enough for him to lean slightly toward you, tightening his grip on your wrist and holding your hand against his cheek as if you'd even dared to think for a moment about letting go of him.

He brushes his nose against yours, a hot shiver running through you as you feel his breath on your lips, the beating of his heart speeding up madly, slowly becoming the only thing you can hear. You close your eyes, allowing yourself one quick breath before you lean down and connect your lips in a shy kiss.

He doesn't allow that insult. In an instant he's all over you, wrapping his hand around your waist and pressing you against him. He deepens the kiss, his full lips caressing yours with incredible gentleness and passion as you both moan softly, finally doing what your hearts have longed for for so long.

You start to lose your breath, but that's nothing when you finally feel his hands on you, the warmth of his body so close to you, the taste of his lips that turns out to be so much better than the best candy you sometimes bought at the market. It was addictive, magnetic, the most intoxicating first kiss you've ever experienced. And not because he was the Shadow Summoner, but simply because he was himself—your Eric.

Eventually, you have to pull away. Your lungs are burning, demanding your stolen heart, but they can't find their voice. Your heart is screaming with joy, pure excitement that quickly dies when you open your eyes and meet his worried gaze, the familiar frown of contemplation you've grown to hate over the past few weeks.

Whatever he wants to say dies on his lips as you silence him with another quick, needed kiss. You desperately think about what to say to him, how to convince him to stay with you, and you realise that you have only one good bargaining chip he could be truly interested in—yourself.

"Don't run away anymore. Don't run away from us... from me." You ask him, placing your hand on the side of his neck, moving away just a few millimetres—just so you can look at him properly, begging him not to leave.

"If you knew what I've been doing all these years… what crimes I've committed, what I've been a passive witness to… what I'm capable of… you'd curse me like they all before you did."

"You don't know that. You can't know. We've been waiting for you for so long, Eric…"

"Aleksander." He interrupts you, looking at you thoughtfully. His hand moves to gently cup your cheek as he traces the line of your lower lip with his thumb. "My name is Aleksander." He repeats in a whisper, causing a faint blush to form on your cheeks.

"Aleksander." You test his name on your tongue, and you know from the way his eyes soften and tears well up in them how deeply he is touched by the tenderness with which you say the name he has protected so much. His real name. "That suits you more. Please, Aleksander... Sasha... don't run away this time."

"I..." He’s speechless at the endearing nickname you gave him. All he can do is bury his nose in your hair and pull you closer to him, engulfing you in a desperate embrace as if you’re the one who’s about to run away.

And from the way he strokes your back, the way he breathes in your scent, you know he won't leave you. You've found the Shadow Summoner. Now all you had to do was stay by his side and help him unite Grisha. And while you were at it… you could take advantage of the special care he'd bestowed upon you. For as long as fate would allow.

Thanks for reading this! I hope you enjoyed it. I really appreciate any comments and kudos/hearts if you want to take your time to share your thoughts about this one. Have a nice day/night!! 😊🖤🖤🩵🖤🖤

[rocketbirdie]

thought dump about the mh wilds beta below the cut. I am playing in japanese with english subtitles on PS5; I play solo; I am, to nobody's surprise, maining the lance. Thought and opinions are in no particular order and kind of not fully coherent:

Settings stuff:

Even the largest HUD and text sizes are too small. Not everybody has a huge honkin screen. That being said, the accessibility settings that DO exist, I am very happy with. I was pleasantly surprised to see an option for dark background behind captions, which goes to show just how goddamn low the bar is LMAO

Slightly related: Sunbreak spoiled me rotten by letting me have total control over which HUD elements are on the screen at all.

PLEASE for the love of all that is good in this world, PLEASE LET US GET RID OF THE RADIAL MENU in the full game. I am the #1 radial menu hater of all time and I do NOT want it hijacking my camera movement.

Thank you capcom for letting me use O=confirm in a world where playstation stubbornly adheres to its pretentious little X button <3

General gameplay stuff:

Where are the ridiculous hairstyles. These people all look too Normal. TEETH OPTIONS????

NO MORE GENDER LOCKED BULL SHITT YEEEEHAAAAW

The story and characters are boring as dirt which is par for the course for MH, but man is it a teensy bit embarrassing how hard they're trying to push it.

THE WORLD FEELS SO ALIVE!! I love seeing packs of both small AND large monsters living in their environments. Everything is so detailed and the map is immense, but not so huge that it's completely overwhelming.

Giving the hunter and palicos voice lines is an affront to gog.

Slinger. eeeugh. It's fine I guess, I just would rather not have it at all. I am a cultured hunter who prefers to fling hot dung with my bare hands

Oh Sweet Lord They're Making Me Pick Dialogue Options In A Monster Hunter Game

WHYYYYY with the always online thing? what is the obsession with this from triple-a devs???? "Online single player" should not be a thing, let alone the last option on the list. What happened to just single player. NO I DO NOT WANT TO USE AN SOS FLARE. Hello can anyone hear me

They did confirm that there will be a pause button in the full game. Right? God I hope so

HOOO BOY I hope they do some major adjustments to the Seikret movement in the full release. Even with the discrete analog stick movement setting on, it's so uncooperative at times. HATE how hard the game tries to make automatic movement happen. I want manual control at all times, and auto-running is not the convenience they think it is. Frustrating enough that I found myself avoiding riding the Seikret on some hunts.

I understand wanting to have a seamless open world experience but man... the lack of any strong distinction between hub and quest, and the fact that you don't just automatically return to the hub after the hunt, is really screwing with my head. It feels wrong and not in a "just give it some time you'll get used to it" kind of way.

LANCE:

Lance feels pretty good in this game!! The shield is very reliable even without any relevant armor skills. I love the finishers they added to the end of the classic 3-poke combos. Gives it just the right amount of extra zest without going overboard.

i won't lie though. i miss sunbreak lance's stupid overpowered shield hop -> leaping thrust combo. even if it's probably for the best that it's gone :(

Counterattacking feels off?? Like it's hard to tell when an attack just connected with my shield, there isn't a strong enough punch to it. Is this the "floatiness" that people were complaining about in the last beta test? Because I totally get it.

Also I have never had any trouble in any prior MH game with cancelling out of the dash attack. Why is it suddenly SO difficult to stop dashing. Petty whiny add-on: let me do the shield dash instead pleeeease pretty please

Combat in general feels kind of weird... I think it's because of the emphasis on realism? I'm perfectly fine with sluggishness in my monhun weapons, but this just feels bogged down. Thought I was going crazy until I tried the hunting horn (another main of mine from GU and Sunbreak) and sheathe->normal running was significantly faster than self-improvement's running speed, which is.... yikes............

side note: gypceros is just as obnoxious as he has always been! A+

[crowsofdarkness]

Time: Chapter Five

-gif not mine. credit to owner.-

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Content Warnings: fluff, angst, language, violence, and mentions of death.

Summary: Your relationship with Bucky could withstand anything, even time itself.

Authors Note: This series will have twenty one chapters, some of which will be short and quick, and takes place throughout the forties. I did my best to line up the days along with Captain America: The First Avenger. Tags are open if anyone is interested!

Tags: @that-blonde-girl @bookofriverr @starfly-nicole @ell0ra-br3kk3r @baw1066

Time Masterlist

January 12, 1942

“James Buchanan Barnes!” 

Laughter bounced off the walls of the small apartment as I ran around the couch, trying to escape Bucky’s wrath. With a quick jump over the couch, Bucky had tackled me to the floor, all but gently, and his fingers attacked my sides. A horrendous laugh escaped my throat while he non stop tickled me. 

“Say it!” He yelled. 

“Never!” I breathed during giggles. 

Bucky lifted me from the ground onto the couch, pinning our hips together and locking my hands above my head. 

“Say it,” he repeated. 

My chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath but still wouldn’t say the words. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. 

“You’ll never hear me utter those words,” I sliced my eyes into his. 

Bucky smirked. “I know what will make you talk.” 

His fingers gripped my thigh and I tensed under his touch, knowing exactly what he was talking about. 

“Don’t you do it,” I threatened. 

Suddenly, his fingers squeezed my thigh over and over again causing me to yelp out in laughter. I felt my tough exterior fall away as Bucky continued to tickle my thigh. 

“OKAY! FINE YOU WIN!” I bellowed, giving up. 

“SAY. IT!” Bucky said. 

“YOU’RE THE BEST KISSER I HAD EVER KISSED. EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE THE ONLY MAN I’VE EVER KISSED!” 

Silence fell around us and while Bucky smirked down at me in victory, I pushed my bottom lip out in a giant pout. 

“I hate you.” 

He leaned down and kissed my pouted lip. “Love you too, doll.” 

We kissed once more, this time longer and more passionate than the last one. Bucky let my hands go and I ran them through his hair and down his back, nails digging into his skin through his shirt. 

“Aw, come on guys. Really? I’m still here!” 

Bucky rolled off my hips while helping me to a sitting position and I gave an apologetic smile to Steve. He was walking back into the living room, bowl full of chips in one hand and beers in the other. 

“Sorry, Stevie.” 

It was Saturday night and we all met at Steve’s apartment for our usual movie night. Except we hadn't seen Steve in almost two weeks because Bucky and I had been so busy with each other that we didn’t stop to think of our other best friend that we almost ditched completely. 

Steve said he didn’t mind, liking the time alone, but we both knew that he was hurt that we hadn’t made the time for him. 

There was also a massive thing that we had to talk to Steve about; something we weren’t happy about. 

“So, do you want to tell us where you were this morning?” I asked with a raised brow. 

Steve gave me a confused look so I continued. “Bucky said he saw you coming out of the enlisting office again.” 

He sighed while giving us an apologetic look. I would have believed it if he actually was sorry. This wasn’t the first time we caught him trying to enlist for the war. They denied him so many times now he started to lie on the forms, saying he’s from somewhere else; a different city and even sometimes a different state. 

“They’re going to accept me soon.” 

“Are you asking for a death wish?” Bucky semi-snapped. 

“I can’t sit by and watch other men lay down their lives. I have to do something,” Steve stated. 

A soft sigh fell from my lips and with a sad stare, I placed my hand on his knee so Steve could look into my eyes. 

“We’re worried about you, Steve. That’s all.” 

He nodded and placed his hand over my own. “I know but you have to understand that I’m not going to stop until they take me.” 

I hesitated to speak but Bucky’s voice stopped me. 

“Doll, come here.” 

He nodded towards the spot next to him and without a second thought, I snuggled closer into his chest, breathing in his scent. No matter how bad I was feeling or sour in a mood I was, Bucky’s scent always relaxed me instantly. 

“It’s not worth it, sweetheart. You can’t change his mind,” Bucky muttered into the mess of my hair. 

I nodded while my arms snaked around his body, letting the warmth spread from his body to my own. 

The three of us sat quietly, letting the noise from the television be the only thing we bothered to listen to. My mind wandered to the smaller man sitting next to us, wondering what was going through his own mind. 

I knew he wanted nothing more than to enlist in the current war because he wanted to stand up to the bad guys. That’s what we loved about Steve, always willing to stand up against the bully’s, not letting any of them knock him down. 

Truthfully, I knew that they wouldn’t take him because of his list of medical issues but I couldn't help the lingering fear that I would be left all alone sooner than I thought.  

[bluewolfangel01]

Mc: *approaches Beel, looking dejected*

Mc: "Beel... Can I ask you for a favor?"

Beel: "Of course."

Lucifer: "Why is Beel holding Mc like that?"

Beel: *holding Mc super tight, with slight crazed eyes*

Belphie: "Mc asked Beel to hold them tight as if he just found them almost dead."

Lucifer: "I see.... Are they're alright?"

Belphie: "Yeah, especially now because of Beel."

Lucifer: "Very well then, as long as they're fine."

Mc: "thanks Beel."

Mc: *hugs Beel tighter and buries their head more into his chest*

Beel: *buries his face into Mc's hair*

Beel: "anytime Mc"

[s1ck-pupp3t]

I love, Ms Paint. CHEERS!

OK real art dump over. Click MORE for Real dumb stuff

something something They faces killing me why nobody gaf. Its a Transparent .PNg! You can put them any where to Not Care About.

[gender-critical-analytical]

the way some of you clearly think bisexuals don't experience actual attraction and feelings for people, but rather decide ahead of time if they want a man or a woman this time and then just go and pick whoever comes into their line of sight next is so obvious and definitely makes me think you all don't need to speak on things you don't know about

[lunarharp]

"Found out" set in kind of a made-up chapter where the girls are in trouble, or something.

[theokusgallery]

I hate that I have reoccurring themes in everything I make. YES this guy has a complex over the fact that everyone prefers his sibling AGAIN. YES he was ostracized by his peers since he was in primary school and never knew why until years later. URGH

[tlgtw]

Man that DLC's final boss has got me feeling kinda fucked. I'm kinda depressed about it now that I'm done. Everything else is, was, so good. But I do not like that plot development. I honestly think it is bad. Why did they choose not to foreshadow this in literally any way? Why did Miquella attempt to resurrect Godwyn at all in the first place, then? Practice? Was this really what was originally planned? There's no actual evidence to the contrary so you gotta assume it must've been.

So yeowch...

[freakinator]

bacon told zam he wasnt gonna lie to him and. well, he definitely didnt!

[xamaxenta]

Feeling absolutely horrible gut wrenching imposter syndrome in regards to being trans like

The fact i haven’t bothered to do anything about my dysphoria or anxiety about dealing with it means i dont want to transition when i do and idk what to do and its so hard in this country where its very conservativr snd gblsjfbf

Basically trans experience sucking rn i feel like a huge loser and really gross in my own skin

But idk im terrified of having to speak to a fucking doctor about this because i always feel like theyre not gonna believe me.

[seafoam-taide]

Absurd that dreams can just play pretend at being memories. Me when I have to actually take a moment to go 'no, that's insane, there was no point in the real world where several small spiders made homes in the gaps between your fingers. Why did you think that was real and why did we have to think about it this long.'