#AND IF YOU DONT DO IT LAUNDRY JUST PILES UP!!!! AND THEN IT'S SO MUCH LAUNDRY!!!!!!!!!

[earlgreylatte]

Hi can you do yanderes with a hypersexual darling? Like they dont like their partner but still need it, its okay if you dont want to love your work (its up to you about yanderes)

Friends with Benefits

Hal Jordan: Your next door neighbour was annoying, incorrigible really, in how much he seemed to relish in being a bother. Loud and arrogant, flirting with you at every interaction, but infuriatingly attractive, you don’t like him, at all. Especially since he seems to wait until all he has left is a pair of sweatpants to actually head down to the basement to do his laundry, proudly showing off his slim waist and defined abs. Okay, maybe you want him in a purely sexual way. And he feels the same way, so you find yourself falling into a purely transactional arrangement with him; you’re both clean and neither of you expect a follow up call, so it works. And he’s gone half the time, leaving no room for awkwardness as he’s more concerned with jumping you. And he knows how to put that annoying mouth to use. But during one of his longer stints of absence, you find yourself calling an old hookup over instead. Before you can even take your clothes off, Green Lantern of all people is bursting into your bedroom and throwing the other man off you with a brutal punch, daring him to show his face near you again before throwing him out. And, oh god, Hal is Green Lantern. That explains the constant leaving he does. But you’re more concerned about his audacity. It’s not like he’s your boyfriend and he no right to interfere in your affairs. When his face goes blank, you’re almost thankful his eyes are covered. But he only smiles before yanking you towards him by the wrist, “Looks like I’ll have to change that then.”, and you don’t think you can say no.

Booster Gold/Ted Kord: It’s not that you disliked them or anything, you even found their antics humorous at times. But, that’s as far as you would go. The whole hero community wasn’t one you wanted to involve yourself in, preferring to just do your work and return home without having to go to any of their holiday parties. But the one time you are roped into going one, and after a certain beetle starts flirting with you, you find yourself in supply closet and being joined by Booster Gold who walked in on you two. And, it’s easy being with them, not having to explain your bruises and being able to take what you want, what you need. Ted even offers to create toys that could better fit your desires. And they both seemed to understand your arrangement well enough. But soon they goad you into playing Smash Ultimate after you shower, then they’re making you food and even bringing you pastries if you’re working together. But it’s still casual, even as they refuse to let you leave their cuddle pile and start wrapping their arms around your waist after you finally agree to platonically hangout. But when a villain gets the upper hand on you, and you find yourself whisked away in the Bug as Ted cradles you and Booster nearly beats a man to death, you realize you’re totally dating them, or at least they think so. Fuck.

Kyle Rayner: Kyle’s never had the greatest luck with romance, so at some point, he just says fuck it and gives up on the whole true love thing. He just pours himself into the whole Green Lantern thing, remaining in space, exploring and tending to his duties, rather than try to cultivate a relationship back home. You enter the picture as a fellow lantern, assigned on a diplomatic mission with him, and those always take a while to complete. So when you two are bored out of your minds in your shared room, one things leads to another, and you two begin a series of flings with each other. By the time your mission is over, Kyle has already told the Guardians you need more training and that he’s more than willing to help you for the foreseeable future. He knows he said he was done with love, but he couldn’t help himself. He needs to stay with you just a little longer, just to make you feel the same way as him. And you can’t really say much, seeing as how he’s your superior and saviour of the Corps.

Johnny Storm: Everyone and their mother knew about the Human Torch, former teen idol now a general nuisance. It’s a bit hard not to be envious of him, with the glitz and glam of his hero/explorer life, surrounded by models and fast rides. So, when he asks you out after saving you, obviously you reject him. But you keep running into him afterwards, much to your annoyance, and eventually he’s grating on your nerves enough that you say fuck it, and skip the date and fuck him instead (and maybe the look of shock on his face was worth it). And that was your first mistake because god was he disgustingly good in bed, leaving you utterly satiated and covered in bite marks, so of course you proposed to keep things casual, seeing how he probably wanted sex too rather than something more intimate, playboy that he is. Until he starts referring to you as his future wife to others before insisting he’s joking when you confront him. And showing up at your work while suited up, causing everyone in your vincity to start recording. After appearing on TMZ, you decide to distance yourself from him, but kidnappings and villain encounters push you back into his arms, while his nephew starts to call you ‘auntie’ and his niece stares at you menacingly. Well, if the world is going to see you as the Human Torch’s lover, the least he can do is put his powers to some use in the bedroom…

Peter Parker: You can’t really escape him, or at least that’s how it feels like. You and Peter have attended school together since kindergarten, but that hasn’t necessarily forged a friendship. No, he’s just kid you’ll have in your class some years or see around. You thought you’d never see him again once you reached adulthood, but he’s a student of Empire State University too. You don’t have anything against him, really, but you’d rather have one of your friends show up as much as he does. But you can’t deny he’s attractive, muscle hidden beneath those baggy shirts he wears, toned stomach revealed when he stretches just so. So when you see him hanging around at a party, awkwardly nursing his solo cup, you approach and one thing leads to another, and you’re back at his place. He’s stronger than you expected, able to manhandle you into any position he likes with a near punishing force, so you stay a bit longer. You thought he knew things weren’t serious between you two until, he’s confessing he loves you, that he has for a while, as he’s climaxing in you. You wait until he falls asleep to sneak out, but you knock a box off his desk. One filled with pictures of you. And when you feel someone hovering above you while you were inspecting a particularly risqué photo of you, you don’t turn around in fear of the expression on his face. God, you’re fucked, in more than one way.

Matt Murdock: He doesn’t have the time or capacity for a relationship, but he has his urges, ones that he isn’t able to control, if his body count or meetups with the Avengers aren’t evidence enough. He knows that you’re like him too, and that you won’t get attached, so you two come to an arrangement. But the more time he spends with you and the more accustomed he becomes with your body, the harder it is for him to keep his feelings down. He knows you don’t feel the same way, from the reactions and chemicals he can feel and smell from you. But even then, he can’t bring himself to push you away. So he listens to your heartbeat from outside your home, makes sure no one even thinks of approaching you when you walk home, and continues to pine. And when he overhears a coworker plan to make a move on you, he pays them a visit as the Devil. Even if he wants more, he would rather die than have things change with you.

Thanks for the ask! Changed the request just a bit—

Also 2025 is the year of Johnny Storm, whose comic version has no fics here!! Hopefully marvel rivals creates some hype!!

Masterlist

[st4rgiirll]

secret admirer

s2!rafe cameron x perv!stalker!pogue!reader

creds to: roseraris for dividers!

warnings: underwear stealing, piv, unprotected sex, watching rafe jerk off (mention), fingering, face slapping, pussy slapping (hand and dick), teasing, blowjob, cum eating.

𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦 𝟭𝟴+ 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧, 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗟𝗬! 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

you sat in a tree, hidden by the leaves and branches, peering into rafe's bedroom. it was like clockwork; every night at 9:00 pm, rafe would undress for his shower after working out, seemingly oblivious to the world around him.

your heart raced as you watched rafe peel off his shirt, revealing a taut set of abs that practically glistened in the low light. they were so close they could almost taste the salt on his skin.

this had become an addiction for you.

you couldn't help yourself; ever since you'd laid eyes on rafe cameron knew you had to have him. you watched him day after day, heat pooling in your panties as you did, sometimes when he was gone you’d steal a pair of his boxers. for safe keeping.

sometimes, on the off chance, you’d end up staying long enough to watch as he jerked off. you couldnt hear him through the window, but god you wished you could. his faces were just picturesque, it made your clit throb.

when he headed into the bathroom, thats when you striked. you opened his window, crawling in and immediately heading to his dirty laundry. your found them, his boxers. you took them from his pile and undone your backpack.

the bathroom door swung open, and you were mortified. half his boxers already in your bag, you looked up at him.

his eyes caught yours, and you were now bright red

“what the fuck?” rafe questioned, a bit creeped out but he couldnt help the way his shorts tightened.

“i- uh- i can explain-!” you stammer.

“what? that you were being a little perv? stealing my fucking underwear?” he huffs.

you looked down and your eyes didnt leave the floor when you stood up from your kneeling position, you couldnt bare to face him.

“so, why the fuck are you stealing my underwear, pogue? like a little perv.”

“w-well… i-i just- uhm..” you were so embarrassed.

“i-i-i,” he pouted mockingly. “god, you’re pathetic.”

you stayed silent, what were you supposed to say? ‘oh yeah i find you hot and want to get bent over and fucked brutally by you but i know i cant have you’ absolutely not.

“what? you cant find a guy to fuck you good so you gotta resort to stealin’ my boxers now?” he rolled his eyes at your lack of response.

“what about your little pogue boyfriends? huh? jj, john b? they not like you anymore? hm, probably not. too much of a whore for them, right?”

”i-im sorry, i-im so s-sorry rafe..” you apologize profusely, your eyes brimming with tears. “p-please, it was a mistake! i-i’ll return them all, i promise, just dont tell anyone!”

“i should,” he hums. “i really should. but i wont.”

“really?” you ask, hope blooming in your chest.

“yeah, i guess… for a price, of course.” he smirks, the smirk that tells you he’s up to no good.

there it was, the kicker. you knew you’d regret this but you couldnt have anyone know about this, especially the other pogues.

and that’s how you found yourself on his bed, his fingers plunging in and out of your cunt. you were a moaning mess, the force behind his fingers was brutal, bordering painful.

“f-fuck rafe!” you moan.

“yeah? you like that? ‘course you do, dirty whore.” he degrades, pulling his fingers from your dripping cunt.

he sucks on his fingers, humming at the sweet taste before grabbing ahold of your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed. he raises his hand and leaves a sharp slap on your pussy, making you squeak from pleasure, pain, and surprise.

“that’s what you get for being a dirty whore, for stealin’ my underwear.” he grunts, landing another smack to your pussy.

you writhe under the force, legs instinctively closing. his hands forcefully push your legs back open.

“don’t make me tie these pretty legs open.” he growls, his tone aggressive. “what do you do with my boxers, hm? wear ‘em? sniff ‘em? wouldnt put it past you.”

another smack.

“i asked you a fucking question, pogue.” he spat.

“i-i wear them…” you whine. “t-to bed, sometimes i’ll wear them… while i rub my pussy…”

“oh, baby…” he groans, his head lolling back as if he got pleasure from your words.

“get up.” he snaps, pulling you up.

“on your knees.” he sits on his bed, you kneel between his legs.

you open your mouth wide, eager for his cock. you’d dreamed about this so much, it made you so wet.

“you really want this huh?” he chuckles, tapping his cock on your tongue.

you wrap your lips around his length, practically salivating at the feel and weight. you hum, taking him deep in your throat before gagging and pulling off.

he growls, grabbing your hair and pistoning his hips forward. his tip bullys the back of your throat, making you gag each time it hit. you were gagging, but you loved it, being used by him. saliva seeped from the corners of your mouth, dripping onto your tits.

“oh f-fuuuck… just like that baby, oh fuck… im cumming…” he moans, his thrusts becoming sloppy.

it wasnt long before his hips stuttered and you felt his warm cum paint your oesophagus before he pulled out, you swallowed it and opened your mouth wide, showing him proof that you swallowed.

“good girl.” he hums, slapping your face a couple times before lifting you up onto the bed once more.

he strokes his cock a couple times to harden it again, before he’s guiding it down to your pussy. he rubs it up and down your slit, swirling the tip around your clit as you moaned pathetically.

he slaps his cock onto your clit a couple times, watching as your body jerked, before he slipped his cock in. he didnt let you adjust before he was pounding the soul out of you.

“o-oh yeah, fuck baby… pussy so tight…” he grunts, pounding your poor cunt into oblivion.

“rafe! oh god, t-thank you, thank you rafe.” you babble. “so good, so so so good.”

“yeah? so good? of course it is baby, you got rafe’s cock in you. pounding your little cunt, you hear her?” he hums, letting you hear the crude squelching of your arousal.

“yeah, she loves this cock, doesnt she?” all you could do was nod pathetically.

the bed repeatedly hit the wall, in time with his thrusts, he didnt seem to care. muttering something like ‘let everyone hear how good rafe treats you’ and god it made your pussy clench around him.

“fuuuck, do that again..” he moans, his hand pulling your legs up to rest on his shoulders as he drilled into you.

you were so fucking close, your pussy was spasming around his cock. “ray.. fuck ray, i-im gonna…”

“use your words, pretty.” he says softly, kissing from your ankle down to your mid calf and back again.

“‘m gonna cum…” you moan, the sound high-pitched.

“oh yeah? my pussy’s gonna cum all over my cock, is she? yeah, she is baby.” he smirks, reaching between you as he thrusts into your pussy and he rubs your clit.

that’s all it took for your release to engulf you, letting out a loud, scream-like moan as you came. his own hips stuttered and he released his seed deep in your cunt, you swear you felt it hit your cervix.

without wasting any time, he picks your panties from the floor and puts them back on you to let you sit in a pool of your shared cum.

“let this be a lesson, dont perv over me princess. i wont be as kind next time.” he smirks.

he slaps your panty-covered pussy, hearing the lewd squelch of your mixed release. he then walks into his bathroom to have his shower, like originally planned.

[writingwisterias]

The different eras of Leon and how you would be able to get him to relax with affection?

Hi Anon!

Of course, we have to make sure our touched-starved man feels loved! I hope you like it! Requests are still open for Eras Leon <3

Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff, drinking, GN!Reader

RE2, RE4R, Infinite Darkness, Damnation, RE6, Vendetta, Death Island

RE2:

We all know this is the softest version of Leon, so I think he would regularly accept it.

Before he joined the force he was still working his way through college. He would come and knock on your dorm room or drive to your house after a particularly hard exam.

Falling onto your bed as soon as your room's warmth enveloped you.

I think he would be more likely to hold you instead of wanting to be held in this situation. Sitting against the headboard watching over your shoulder as you continued to do whatever you were doing.

Studying at this time is a no-no, he's already used enough brain power he just wants to forget about all that for just a second.

After Raccoon City I think would be a different case:

He's older now so you both moved into a flat close to the area whilst he looked for one in the city itself.

He would return from that night covered in who knows what looking like a lost puppy with a young girl next to him.

You would help them both, letting him sit in the kitchen as you tended to Sherry first - he would rather you go straight to him but he's patient.

Once he's showered and freshly dressed he returns to the living room seeing you set up the sofa bed. You don't even get to sit down until he's in your arms.

Squashing you as he holds you close.

You can feel him cry, his tears wetting your shoulder so you just hold him. Stroke the wet strands of your hair until he calms down.

The next few days he's like a shadow, following you around the apartment holding you close whilst you cook/wash up. Showering with you. Doing the Laundry.

When they both get taken away you miss it, miss his form in the corner of your eye. Knowing that when he does eventually return he's going to be 10x worse.

RE4R:

So I would say Leon thrives off acts of service at this time frame of his life.

He just loves feeling needed and doing things for people.

So it would actually relax him when he's home and he does simple things around the house like tackle the huge pile of laundry ( most of it is his work clothes anyway, he doesn't need you touching them)

If he's home he would take you out for lunch on your breaks. Don't expect to pay for a thing because he won't let you.

I think the simpleness of doing chores would relax him. Just being able to solely focus on folding the laundry like you like it. Getting lost in the sound of the hoover. Even just chopping food for dinner.

He would do much larger things, making sure to keep busy - you have a leak in a tap. Don't worry he's got it. You wanted to repaint your wall, also done.

Even doing things just as simple as taking you to and from work, taking you out to work parties or going out with your friends.

He's already got a stable job, not the one he wanted sure. I think he would have had a fear of losing the idea of being able to have a stable home life so now he has you he works hard to maintain it.

I do think he would enjoy you sleeping on top of him like a weight blanket. Or sitting in his legs if you are watching Tv.

Infinite Darkness:

The most touchy feely man with you and only you. You walk past he's slapped your ass, Holds your hand in public, Hands on your lower back as he guides you around.

When it comes to his affection he's like putty in your hands.

I say he rarely gets nervous, or you rarely see any signs of it. So when you do it's bad. Something must be really bothering him.

In these times I dont think he's actually searching for a touch comfort instead actually a conversation, something to cling onto and focus instead of whatever is in his mind.

If you were his partner in a mission, I think he would be talking to you non stop about literally anything other than what you were doing.

When they saw his performance increase you were paired all the time, little do they know it's because he's telling you about some random advert he watched, the latest recipe he tried from a cooking channel

When it does come to intimacy, I think he would be at his most vulnerable, lots of kisses, hugs and just melts into your arms.

Damnation:

We all know he drinks to relax.

So I'm thinking he would like you sat on his lap, cuddled in close with a glass in his hand. You would prefer without the drink but knowing he's not going to give up that habit any time soon you accept it.

I think he would want to just have you there, that's more than enough for him at this current moment. Nothing fancy.

His hands would run through your hair, kissing the top of your head. Even as the drink starts to make his brain fuzzy and his co ordination begins to lack.

His hand misses your head every time he goes to stroke it again but the thought is there.

He's always off somewhere being called when he's on holiday or just taking a break so I think any time with you is where he just relaxed and smothers you in love.

He's a dick sometimes when the drink gets too much and he'll return to bed like a puppy holding you close to him.

RE6:

Leon just loved your house, it was always so much more welcoming than his place was.

Loads of soft furnishings, blankets, throw pillows. Candles making the place smell nice. Fairy lights everywhere.

Never understood the no big light rule until he came into your house.

There was one spot that you would always be dragged to for at least an hour. Your bed.

It was always filled with throw pillows, stuffies you had collected. Creating the perfect cosy corner.

He would always drag you there,practically throwing you in the mountains of soft furnishings before climbing into your arms himself.

Almost instantly falling asleep in your arms as you again light scrape his scalp as you work through his hair.

He's also the type of person where when you think he's asleep you move your hand away or stop the movements and he just picks it up and puts it back.

Vendetta:

The slightest touch would make this man cave, especially yours.

Even better just words of affirmation. Hearing that you love him and that you are there for him. That you will always be there for him will make this man instantly relax and cave

He could be having the worst day and you mention to him that you love him and the stress Is gone, almost forgotten about.

Holding his hand is a big comfort, just knowing that you are there and he is still here is big for him.

He's obviously drunk a lot but it doesn't make him careless, instead I think he would feel guilty for being like that and use it as fuel to comfort you until he relaxes or gives up on the bottle completely.

Huge cuddler but I think more in terms of spooning, like he just needs you as close as you can possibly get.

Shielding you from the world.

Like you are pressed into the back of the sofa and he's hanging off the edge holding onto you, back to the world because he'd rather go first than you.

Death Island:

I think he's at peace so it doesn't really get stressed or dealing with PTSD as much

He has more free time so acts of service, small things like re4r

I think he's changed from having to take care of the world to just you. You are his world after all.

I think just making sure you are happy and safe is his way of relaxing

You want to go to the mall for retail therapy. He's given you his card and coming with.

Want to go out for dinner? Booked you the fanciest place he can.

He's been so obsessed with the world that I think changing his mindset to just you was enough to relax.

His favourite cuddle position though is you laying on him, just the closest it gives. The weight of you is just as comforting.

It's his prime nap position

[goodiegoddesselle]

my favorite pair | L. DH

pairing: enemy roommate!haechan x reader

genre: smut, sir/daddy dom, unprotected sex, degradation, pervert haechan lol, enemies to lovers, uses doll/toy as a nickname

summary: you see one day that your annoying roommate, haechan, hasn't done his laundry and just left his basket by the washing machine. sure, this is irritating, but it reminded you to do your own. when you finally start getting your own clothing, you notice that your favorite pair of underwear is missing. on top of noticing that, you notice that your roommate, who moves around the apartment a lot normally, hasn't left his room at all that day either.

wc: 3k

minors dni. dont like, dont read.

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You were tired of him. Tired of the dishes constantly sitting in the sink. Tired of his friends constantly being piled up on the couch, like you didn’t live there too. Tired of all the noise from his gaming—finally, it truly occurred to you just how tired you were of your roommate Lee Haechan.

For the most part, he didn’t do much but sit around and annoy you, whether or not he actually did his chores. It was almost like he messed with you on purpose. Despite all of this, however, you couldn’t help yourself from still having a partially hidden crush on him.

Yes, sadly, you did have a crush on him. You did, but there’s only so much you can do about having a crush on someone that doesn’t really get along with you the way you truly would’ve liked. It was almost impossible not to, nonetheless, seeing as Haechan was one of the most gorgeous men out there. His hair was long, golden and wavy, his eyes glowed a glistening honey color, and his voice was sultry with the perfect tenor tone. And with the amount of talents this man had, there really wasn’t anything you couldn’t like him for.

Did Haechan know about this crush, though? Never in a million years. You figured you would die before he even came close to knowing about it, let alone actually knowing. Especially since he was so irritating to you, even at that moment.

“Ugh, can you actually do your damn chores Haechan? I would like to take a break too, y’know!” you called out. You were in your room, digging through your clothes after seeing his laundry basket lying next to the washing machine. You figured you might as well do the laundry anyway, since he wasn’t getting around to it and your clothing was beginning to pile up inside your room.

A deep sigh left you as you dug through your underwear and recognized that something was wrong. It was gone—your favorite pair of panties was missing, and oddly enough, this was the first time that has ever happened to you. Your eyebrows scrunched in complete confusion. Where the hell could they have possibly gone?

You searched a little further, peeking under your pillows and through the rest of the drawers until Haechan’s lack of movement started making you curious. Sure, he was annoying, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t another human, and he typically moved around the apartment a lot more than he was that day.

Immediately you turned around, walked out of your room, and headed to the bedroom next to yours. It wouldn’t take much to get in his room anyway, seeing as he was either playing a game or sleeping with all the grunting he was letting out.

At least, you thought so.

You simply knocked on his door twice before letting yourself in, ready to talk about his laundry until your eyes landed on your roommate, who rushed to pull his blanket over his completely nude body. The squat you would have to do to pick up your jaw would probably give you the strongest legs on Earth.

“Woah!” he yelled, his eyes wide as he scrambled to hide his hands under the blanket as well. “I, um—I was just, uh, I-I…”

“There’s no need to explain, Haechan,” you interrupted, a smirk slowly spreading across your face, “I already saw them. Really? That’s what you’ve been doing?” The laugh that left you made his face turn the hottest shade of red.

It wasn’t hard to see Haechan holding your favorite panties in his hand. For once, you weren’t angry about it either. It was, however, a teeny bit shocking instead. You didn’t know that he was like this at all, seeing as every time one of your pairs would go missing, you would find it somewhere in your room the day after. The whole time you just figured it was you making them disappear. At least, until now.

You walked a little closer to him, closing the door behind you and giggling lowly. “Lee Haechan, when were you ever going to tell me that you are the world's most hidden pervert?” you asked. It was like he was frozen in place, internally freaking out as you leaned in and ran your thumb across his chin, his breath completely silent. “Well? What are you going to say about all this?”

“You know what, I was going to find an excuse, but since you want the truth so bad…” Haechan sat up, suddenly grabbing your wrist and pulling it away from his chin while pulling you closer. Your eyes widened as he held up your underwear again. His lips rose into a cocky grin as he waved them back and forth, watching the annoyance cover your face all over again. “It’s one thing to want you this badly, y’know, but you make it really easy to come and get these. And if you want them back, babe, this time you’re going to have to work for it.”

You scoffed. “Work for it? When it belongs to me? Guess you’re always like this, huh?”

“Like what, Y/N?”

“So goddamn infuriating!” you answered, rolling your eyes. Haechan laughed and leaned closer and closer to you, all the way to the point where your lips were almost touching, but not quite yet.

“Do you know you only get hotter and hotter the angrier you get?” Haechan replied. “If you didn’t want me to be so ‘goddamn infuriating’, then stop being so goddamn hot.”

He closed the distance between you two, tilting his head and pressing his lips to yours. It took no time at all for you to respond to it. You kissed him back fervently and climbed further onto his lap, sliding your hands onto his shoulders and taking his words and actions as an invitation to fight back. It was hard to reject him, after all, especially after feeling his teeth graze against your bottom lip several times.

The feeling of Haechan’s arms wrapping around your hips brought you into a high you didn’t even know you could reach, only getting higher and higher as he leaned down to your neck, slowly leaving kisses and sucking marks onto your warm skin. Crowds of moans left your lips, making him bite even harder. Out of nowhere, he flipped the two of you over and shoved you onto his mattress.

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks or how much I infuriate you, babe,” Haechan whispered into your ear, licking the shell of it, “you’re mine whether you like it or not.” He tossed the panties away from the bed and went back to leaving hot kisses on your lips and neck. But this time, you could feel his fingers sliding down your torso, all the way until he reached your pajama shorts and pushed under them. Another chuckle left him, and you could feel your face scorching from embarrassment, knowing damn well that he was laughing because you weren’t wearing anything under them. Your lips separated for a moment, but shut shortly after, shyness killing your effort to say something before he did. Haechan, however, already knew where you were headed with that.

“Oh? What, do you only wear your favorite ones?” Despite knowing it was a genuine question on his end, you really couldn’t find it in you to answer him. You even looked away, but that had no point, especially since he grabbed your jawline and immediately pulled your head back into facing him.

“Look at me when I speak to you, and don’t make me tell you again,” Haechan ordered. “You can use your words, doll. In fact, I’d like it better if you did.”

“Um, n-no, I don’t,” you stuttered back. Haechan’s gaze alone was intimidating you, which only made the situation ten times better than when it began. In fact, it got even better than that, right when his fingers started lazily rubbing at your cunt, slipping between your lips and toying with your clit. A loud groan filled the room the moment he began.

Haechan slid two of his fingers into you while keeping his eyes on yours. “For someone that loves talking about how annoying I am, you’re pretty wet right now. Soaked, even,” he teased, fingers massaging at your sweet spot gently. “It’s real cute.”

A frown crossed your face. You wanted so badly to say something back to that, but there wasn’t much to say back to the truth, really. However, as he picked up the speed of his fingers, the frown died within a few seconds, followed by his name being pulled out of you. Each second after, you could feel yourself getting closer to finishing, and you were completely ready for it—until he ripped his hand out of you. At first you were upset about it, but then you saw him licking your essense off of his fingers with an evil grin on his face, and that settled right away, being replaced with the need for him to put something much bigger back where his hand was.

Haechan pulled his fingers out of his mouth and chuckled, saying, “don’t think I can’t tell when you’re almost there; you made that face like you were ready to explode.”

Another pout crossed your face. “Then why didn’t you let me get there?” you asked. His face straightened out as he looked at you like you truly didn’t understand the situation you put yourself in at the moment. Again, he grabbed your chin and made you face him, his eyes flaring now instead of swirling with honey like usual.

“Did you really think I was just going to let you cum and we’d be done here? When you haven’t even thought about what you need to do for me too? Get up.” His hand slipped away as he climbed off of you, gesturing for you to rise up as well and take your shorts off. Despite being ordered to, another thought came to your mind and you figured things would definitely get different if you followed it. This time, a smirk crossed your face instead, and you crossed your arms.

“If you want me to get up, make me, then,” you baited, watching a look of surprise spread across his face before disappearing quickly. Before you could even see what he was planning to do, his hand shot across the bed like lightning and grasped your wrist again, startling you. Somehow you knew where this was headed for you.

“Last I checked, doll, I told you not to make me have to tell you again,” Haechan growled, ripping you off of the bed and in front of him, “but if you’re going to make me, you’re going to find out why I warned you to begin with. Shorts, off. Now.”

Completely filled with intimidation, you wasted no time in pulling your pajama shorts off this time, being completely nude from the waist down. Haechan’s gaze swept over you before he lifted your shirt up and leaned in, lips heading for your chest, right below your neck this time. He began leaving spots all over it, suckling onto your skin and heading lower and lower each time. You couldn’t help yourself from whining as he did it, grabbing at his shoulders again as your legs shook.

“H-Hae…” you mumbled, grip tightening around him. Haechan’s teeth grazed across your right breast before his head lifted. “Is there something my little toy wants?” he interrupted. With a tight throat, you simply nodded, hoping you could find it in you to answer him with words this time, but it didn’t take long for you to find out that those words wouldn’t matter either way. He lowered his head again and bit on your nipple, making you cry out into the room.

“Remember what I said earlier? Disrespectful playthings like you don’t get what they want either way,” Haechan said, sliding his hands under your thighs and lifting you up. “Learn how to act right next time and maybe I’ll reconsider.”

“Yes…” you moaned.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir…”

Haechan hummed in response and turned around, pinning you against the wall next to the door. “Now it’s my turn to play with my little toy,” he muttered. It didn’t take much time at all for you to feel it—the feeling of Haechan stretching you out with his size alone, making you wonder if you could even take someone as big as that. Your face froze with your mouth open, facing the ceiling in complete shock, your soul escaping your body more and more the deeper he got into you. Haechan himself let out a long, smooth moan as he pressed into you.

“God, I never knew you’d be this tight, Y/N,” he said, pulling out a little before thrusting himself back in roughly. “So, so good…” The two of you stayed still for a moment as he let you get used to his size. After a few moments, Haechan began again, pushing and pulling himself in and out of you at a slow pace at first.

“Sir,” you finally spoke, “can you speed up a little bit?”

“I will if you ask me nicely,” he responded, still moving slowly just to mess with you.

“Sir, please speed up,” you pleaded. Haechan leaned down and left a quick kiss on your neck before speeding up to a pace more hasty, more rough and harder to handle. Part of you regretted asking him to get faster, but most of you couldn’t even focus on that. You were enjoying the sensation of his cock hitting your sweet spot full force each time he slammed into you, your back pressing against the wall as he fucked you.

“Look at my pretty little doll, taking it like she should be,” Haechan teased, going harder and harder into you. At this point, you could barely handle what he was giving you, but every part of you wanted it. Needed it, even. You could even feel your orgasm coming toward you full speed, like a car on the highway at night. With how loud you were moaning, too, everything in you knew that he could tell as well.

“I’m so close,” you breathed, your arms tightening around his neck as your cunt tightened around him.

“Really? Is my doll already so close? How bad do you want it?” Haechan asked mockingly.

“So bad,” you replied, “really, really bad…”

“Yeah? Then beg for it.”

“Please, sir, please let me cum; I need this so badly…”

Haechan reached his hand down and began stroking at your clit. “Keep going, babe.”

“I’m so close, please let me cum, I’m begging! I-I’ve been doing good, please, I’ve been a good girl,” you continued pleading as a shock of what felt like lightning passed through you. If he didn’t decide now, you were going to release either way, and you didn’t want to disobey him all over again just to get another punishment.

“Hmm,” Haechan hummed decisively, almost jokingly. “You have been doing pretty well so far… I think you’ve earned it. You know what to do; cum for me, now.”

Immediately you released, his order cutting the tie for you. You were squeezing his cock as your juices leaked out, spreading all over him as he continued to thrust into you. It was amazing, but the overstimulation was starting to hit you not too long after.

“S-Sir, I can’t take this anymore,” you cried, legs weakening around his waist as he continued.

“Yes you can, doll,” Haechan responded, grunting lowly, “because good girls take what they’re given. And I’ve got something for you to take.”

Your nails were clawing into his skin at this point. Tears rolled down your cheeks as the intensity increased. You could feel another orgasm coming for you, and your whole body was ready to implode all over again. Haechan pressed his face into your neck again, taking a deep breath in before moaning at full volume, picking up speed as he pounded into you.

Not too long after, Haechan’s teeth sunk into your collarbone again as he moaned, “now take everything Daddy gives you.” Instantly, you were filled with more and more of his cum as he came, pushing you harder against the wall and leaning up to kiss you on your lips instead. The two of you made out even after he finished, even after both of you noticed that his release was starting to drip out of you, and even after you noticed you had also came while he was getting off. After a while, the two of you finally pulled away from each other, Haechan still carrying you but just not against the wall anymore.

Soon after, the high started fading away, replacing itself with a different level of nervousness. The reality that you just slept with your crush-slash-enemy hit you like a full-force train. At some point, you decided that since you already did all of this, you might as well just let him know anyway. “I just wanted to say, Haechan,” you began nervously, “that I do actually like you… I just didn’t really have a way to let you know, I guess…”

The nervousness began peaking when all Haechan did was watch you in silence while blinking. Then, out of nowhere, another gentle laugh escaped him. “You think I didn’t know that, Y/N? What did you think I bothered you so damn much for?”

“You what?” you gasped. “You fucking knew that already and didn’t ask me out or something like that instead?” He shrugged.

“Just wanted to play with my toy first. You should already know that you’re mine. I’m just glad everyone else gets to know now, too,” he said. 

You sighed. “You’re so freaking annoying.” Haechan leaned in right by your face again.

“Doesn’t matter; either way you’re mine. Aren’t you, doll?”

[cosmousee]

𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓢𝓹𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽 😇💌

Hey everybody! I am back from yet another hiatus (I will stop doing that I swear).

Hope you all are doing well~

Today’s reading is on gentle whispers from spirit. Now it can be anyone, the universe, the spirits, the Gods, your ancestors, whatever you believe in. Just call upon them while choosing your pile and yeah~

Lets get on with the reading, and remember whatever doesn’t resonate, pass it on<3

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Dang, pile 1, it feels like you’ve been going through so much and for a while now. Like it feels like a never ending cycle of some shit which is always going on and you can’t catch a break.

You might feel you got a breather for one day and you feel that nice, we had a good day today and then your day ends up with something or the other happening and then you’re in that cycle all over again.

Feels so much like my past month, so, bestie, I really get you.

There’s so much, you might have been in constant fight or flight mode, having to put so much effort and time and your mind in order to do a task. And ofcourse life doesn’t let you do one task at a time, its constant multitasking and its not easy.

Having to source your own energy to sustain yourself every. Single. Day. oh my god. Even as I type this I can feel the tiredness, but still the zeal to get the work done, the fire in your hearts, that whatever happens you want to do the things you love. This might be a clash between many of your own passion projects, or you know just even life, that you find time to work on your art, your story, your side business and then also find time to do laundry.

Its been constant juggling, constant heartache, headache, you name it, for a while now.

The very first image spirit showed me was a fireplace. You know those ones you sit in front of during winters, sipping a cup of hot chocolate, or coffee or whatever.

Spirit wants you to realise that you’ve done enough, you’ve spent enough. Its time for you to take rest, take a breather. And chill for like a good few days. Of course hard work has its own place, but that does not mean that you’ll burn yourself out.

And if you feel that you know, you HAVE to toil away at the thing only then you’ll achieve things in life, my dear, please take a seat, and a blanket and your choice of drink (its fine if its alcohol because I totally get it–but responsible consumption).

This past week, spirit got real with me and went, “You’re not supposed to struggle so much, you’re not supposed to be uncomfortable so much.” They were teaching me that when things get difficult, sometimes it’s best to just remove yourself from that situation and go to a better place. Its as simple as saying ‘I deserve better’ and then just yeet yourself from there. I know its easier said than done, and I've fought with spirit alot on this, and I still do. Because even I feel that you gotta go past the uncomfortable to grow.

But sometimes the discomfort is there just to teach you that there is comfort if you just ask for it, if you just look for it. If you just say that you deserve to live comfortably it’ll be there. You’ll just have to take that decision, make that call, ask for help and you shall receive it. And you’ll receive it in such intensity and you'll be so dumbfounded that why were you suffering so much.

I yap alot and I dont stop here you might have to read so many things and just–yeah. On the ending note I just want to say that spirit really wants you to take care of yourself, pushing yourself to achieve things is one thing, but spirit doesn’t want you to live in extremely uncomfortable situations. You’re their literal baby and I know they can be difficult sometimes, to teach you things, but they always look out for you too. (I can feel my guides being like ‘told you so’, doesn’t change the fact that y’all get on my nerves so much)

Wish you well pile 1 <3

That’s all I have for you today! Thank you so much for reading🎀🌻Please let me know what resonated I love hearing from y'all<3

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Pile 2

Pile 2, spirit is so so so proud of you, your journey, how far you’ve come.

They are so happy and so proud of the things you’ve done. And it feels like its literally everything, it can literally just be the way you’ve done your hair and they’re like “You’re doing amazing sweetie!” and they have their camera on and they’re recording you.

I mean in my head it feels like, you woke up, you are so tired, but you still made your bed before you leave for the day, and SPIRIT IS LIKE HOLY SHIT MY BABY MADE THEIR BED with literal tears in their eyes.

They see you, they acknowledge you and they are just in awe of you and what ever you are doing. It’s literally like you don’t have to be Alexander The Great or you know, do some out of the universe type of shit to get them to be proud of you.

Its just unconditional love and support. You defended yourself against someone who was being mean to you, and you felt a little bad about it?

I can literally see spirit, with their arms crossed, and they are nodding like “Exactly my child! This is exactly what you should do!”.

So spirit is with you, every, single, step of the way, remember that.

Also, they mean to tell you that there is greater happiness, greater contentment waiting for you if you open your heart to it.

You might as well just be happy where you are, and spirit has no problem with it. They’re just letting you know, that if you want and you need, just open your heart and there’s gonna be a whole new world for you.

(see I asked for gentle whispers and this might be the gentle part, and in reality they might be pushing the fuck out of you to go follow that path and drop signs left, right and centre. So I thought of putting this out there)

Im saying this because I had this imagery of a person just putting their hand on their heart and closing their eyes and just beams of strings emerge out of their heart. Your heart will tell you where to go if you listen to it and if you want it.

Spirit is being real as well, once you open your heart and many opportunities pour in and it’ll be hectic, it’ll be draining, it can feel as if you’ve been working the whole day and you just come back and you just sleep. Like you lay on the bed and in a second you’re out cold and this repeats every day. Because when you do things your heart desires it takes SO MUCH of your energy.

Okay so this can be sort of a confirmation for some of y’all as well who have listened to their heart and are on the path. Because you’re getting so tired you might feel that you’ve done something wrong.

You haven’t.

This will go on for a while till it settles. You might feel a bit sad that you don’t have much energy to put elsewhere or whatever. But it isn’t for long. Your spiritual team is always there cheering you on and being so very proud of you. Keep going and do well~ I am also so very proud of you cuties<3

Wish you well pile 2 <3

That’s all I have for you today! Thank you so much for reading🎀🌻Please let me know what resonated I love hearing from y'all<3

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Pile 3

Dear pile 3, how long has it been since you’ve taken a slow, refreshing walk? When was the last time you’ve actually felt your thoughts were slow, when you could actually think instead of your thoughts going a hundred miles per hour?

Hold your horses guys.

Spirit is telling you to be gentle with yourselves, to “chill” as they just said. They’re telling you that life is not going anywhere, you may feel that just because. You may feel that because you’re trying to see where you are in reference to others.

But look at yourself, just at yourself, and your life. You’re at the right place my sweetheart, be in no hurry. There’s no rush. If you stop and you feel, you’ll get the cool breeze on your face, gently passing through the strands of your hair. You’ll smell the fresh grass, you’ll feel the cool air, the sun and you’ll be very content.

Give yourself a break. At least a short one.

I know realistically and practically you might have a proper job and you’ll be like “I HAVE A SPREADSHEET DUE TONIGHT AND YOU’RE TELLING ME TO CHILL?!”

And honestly, I get you, because even I have so many things due tomorrow…and I haven’t even started and its like 11:51pm at my place right now.

Its okay. Its fine even if you take a break for 5 minutes. But let it be a break. Let your brain rest. Treat it as your leisure time. And if you can take a longer break then even better.

Chill out, bake some cookies man, listen to music. Just doom scroll. Hustle is a joke, its a prank and its better to stay the fuck away from it. False urgency is NOT REAL.

Honestly, take a break and not just because of that. You’ll realise how much more productive you are after that. When I was doing my undergraduate in psychology, we had this concept of insight learning. Its basically that when you cannot figure out a solution, just let it be. Go do something else and your subconscious will have an answer ready in an instant.

So taking a break doesn’t mean you aren’t still working. Your brain will, in its subconscious. That is literally its job. So even though you are doom scrolling, your brain is working at it backend. You just have to convince your conscious brain that yeah this break is essential and anyways the backend is at its job right wink wink

Don’t be afraid to take your time, things will work out well for you. Don’t burn yourself out okay? It takes so much to get back on your feet once you get burnout. (been there done that way too many times).

Even if you feel this was unrealistic of them to ask you to take breaks, I hope you just try. Maybe start for like 3 minutes with a timer on and then if you feel it worked, then you can always increase it!

Wish you well pile 3 <3

That’s all I have for you today! Thank you so much for reading🎀🌻Please let me know what resonated I love hearing from y'all<3

[cheolhub]

birthday bash ask!!~

let’s eat (🤤)- sarrrr this is dangerous!! i’m going to have to request mr kim mingyu (you know!!) and i’ll let you decide on a prompt(s) to use! (trust you with my all! gimme a dm if u want me to choose hehe)

5:13 p.m. — kim mingyu

prompt. “you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me. “

wc. 955

warning. mingyu fucks reader in a dryer (very unrealistic), needy!gyu, baby fever + marriage kink (my fav combo), use of mommy [x1], unprotected sex, creampie, manhandling, SO much dirty talk, pet names [baby, angel] — MINORS DNI 18+

note. thank u for sending in an ask lu,, i’m so sorry if you dont like the piece or the prompt i used !!! i know it’s a lil intense and lacks a lot of detail 😭 i was in the mood to write needy gyu with baby fever without thinking abt logistics so,,, here it is (also im sorry it’s so short </3) [not proofread if u see a typo, i literally didn’t write this]

mingyu is a sucker. you’re not sure there’s a diagnosis for what he has other than a severe case of baby fever. it's not when he sees babies that sets him off, no, it’s you. you doing anything remotely domestic like chores around the house for that matter. when you’re cooking him dinner, loading the dishwasher, dusting and sweeping in your cute little house slippers, and his personal favorite, unloading the dryer.

to put it simply, he just can’t wait to give you a baby so he can come home and spoil his gorgeous little family. the mere mention of even wanting a future with him has him weak in the knees. 

it’s why your his shirt is flipped over your ass and your panties are pushed halfway down your legs the second he finds you in the laundry room. “gyu, what the fuck are you– ah!” you cry out feeling his spit-slicked cock slip inside of you. you fall into the pile of warm clothes, the smell of clean linen filling your nose. “baby!”

mingyu groans, cock twitching at the word that’s had his head spinning for weeks, “that’s right, ‘m gonna give you a baby, angel,” he says, hands gripping your hips for dear life, the flesh of your skin nearly interlaced between his fingers. 

you moan loudly, but it’s muffled by the wild white sheets in the machine. your skin burns up as if it weren’t already on fire thanks to the fresh heat of the dryer. you knew mingyu was ruthless and needy when it came to getting his dick wet, but never would you have thought you’d be in this position as he pounds into you.

“fuck, i love you so much. love you and this fucking pussy so so much. ‘m gonna fill you up ‘n ‘m gonna marry you,” he mutters, eyes watching the way you swallow his dick whole, disappearing as it goes in and out. “gonna make you a pretty little mommy, make you my fuckin’ wife.” 

you’re partially convinced that your boyfriend has gone crazy, but the words head straight to your core, the increase in your arousal solidifying everything mingyu had said. 

his breathing becomes labored, soft moans growing louder as they morph into deep groans. your ears pick all of it up even with the walls of the dryer attempting to drown him out. “tell me you wan’ it, angel, t-tell me you wan’na baby, a pretty ring… tell me you want me forever.” 

you just can’t say no, the offer is too good. you want everything and more with this man, so you tell him exactly what he wants to hear. “i do, i wan’ it, gyu, w-wanna make you a d-dad! w-wanna marry you!”

a guttural groan erupts in his chest and his thrusts pick up, the tip of his cock ramming into your cervix eliciting a loud, muffled cry as you scream into the cloth. “baby, you're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me.” he babbles, overstimulated tears pricking at his eyes. “i’m so close, angel. gonna fill this cunt with all my cum ‘n get you pregnant. it’s gonna take. s-swear to fucking god, it’s gonna take.”

your hands mercilessly fist at the cotton, wrinkling it in your tight grasp. you think the heat from the freshly dried sheets melts your brain because now you’re sobbing, incoherently babbling out pleas, but the only thing that can be heard in the mess of your words is the chant of his nickname, “gyu, gyu, gyu!” you clench tightly around his cock, gummy walls molding to the shape of him as they’re made to.

and, fuck, mingyu’s abdomen tightens at the euphoric feeling. his balls draw up, thrusts turning sloppy and inconsistent as he fucks into you. “shit, baby,” he mewls, his grip on your hips near bruising. “i’m gonna cum.” 

all it takes is another tight hug from your cunt and he’s a mess. his cock throbs inside the heat of your stretched cunt before he slams into you and stills, his tip pressed right against your cervix as he empties his load. 

 it’s the ripple effect that triggers your own orgasm. you moan and whine as you feel his heavy seed filling you to the brim and painting your used walls white. all the while, the knot that’s been steadily forming in the pit of your tummy completely unravels and you’re left a shaking, crying mess inside a dryer full of wrinkled, tear soaked cotton. 

it takes him longer than usual to come down from his orgasm, but he eventually eases his grip on your waist as he finds his mind again. he pulls your near-limp body out of the dryer and you let out a broken whine as you feel his cock slip out, creating a mess of cum on the ground. he doesn’t really mind seeing his load go to waste knowing he’ll pump you full the second you’ve recovered.

you slump in his arms while he wordlessly presses kisses into your hair. when you whine again, he murmurs apologetically. “sorry i was so rough, are you okay?”

you nod, still trying to catch your breath and regain stability. “it’s okay. i’m okay. just need a sec,”

he doesn’t say anything for a minute or so, holding you in his arms till you’re able to stand on your own but then he whispers. “can we go again? are you up for it?”

you laugh softly at his need. “we can, but can we try the bed this time? do you think you’ll make it to our room without fucking me against one of the walls?”

he shrugs, grinning to himself. “we’ll see.”

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[ericsprincess]

checkmate

You catch your brother's annoying best friend doing something in your room.

~~~

“....oh, and by the way, Sunwoo is coming over tonight to watch a movie,” 

You stop mid-folding a t-shirt and look at your brother in disbelief. He can’t be for real, you think. This is like the third time just this week. 

“This is like the third time just this week,” you frown at your brother that’s standing in the doorway to your bedroom. “Doesn’t he have his own place and his own roommates to annoy?” 

“Yeah, but his roommates are working on some school project, so he doesn’t want to distract and annoy them much, until they finish it,” your brother shrugs. 

“So, he’s just coming here all the time to annoy us?” you groan and throw the semi-folded t-shirt on the pile. 

“Well, he’s not annoying me. Come on, sis, he’s not that bad. He really likes you actually, you’re just so mean to him all the time,” pleads your brother. 

“Are we talking about the same Sunwoo?” you ask. “He literally just asks me the most dumb questions all the time and does things to spite me.” 

“Yeah but that’s how Sunwoo shows his affection,” your brother laughs. 

“By the greasiest overacted flirting?”

“Basically. If you saw beyond his overdone fuckboy persona you would see he’s actually really nice. He’s just playing it up in front of you, because he wants your reaction and attention,” smiles your brother. He seems to find this whole situation amusing, and this annoys you even more. 

“I find it really hard to believe it,” you frown. “But okay, he can come, but it’s your responsibility to keep him on the leash, understood?” 

“Sure thing, sis,” he shoots you finger guns. “Gotta run to school, see ya!”

“Bye..” you sigh. You really, really love your brother, but when you agreed for him to move into your spare bedroom to save up on his university costs, this is not how you imagined it. You did not expect to sign up for a 2 in 1 package, that is your brother and his annoying raccoon of a best friend, that is now the bane of your existence. The worst thing is, that Sunwoo is not even doing anything actually bad, he’s just being annoying and you never know how to react to his teasing. 

You hold up one last sock, and it’s without the pair. Seems like a deja vu, that something is missing. Great, lately it seems that the laundry machine is taking way too many sacrifices.

~~~

This is already a long day and it seems that it will never end. You left for work and now you’re sitting there, mindlessly typing on your computer and pretending to work. You want to go home so badly, but you’re not even looking forward to that much now, that you’ll have a visitor. 

I’ll just get food and stay in my bedroom, you think. But usually, that doesn’t deter Sunwoo from going to bother you under the pretense of “saying hi”. He’d just knock once and open the door without waiting for a reply, as if everything belonged to him. Maybe I should just lock the door.

DING! Your thoughts get interrupted by your phone announcing you just got a message. DING DING!

bro

>hey sis

>btw

>i need to stay late in school because something came up

>so i just told sunwoo the door code and he’ll let himself in

>just so that you’re not surprised he’s already there

>gotta go, love you byeee

>also dont kill him pls lol

you

>oh for fuck’s sake

You groan. This can’t be real. 

~~~

Ugh, finally home. You angrily punch the door code and wait for the door to unlock. Immediately you kick off your shoes, fling a laptop bag away and mentally brace for greeting the awaited intruder that should be already there. 

You march into the living room, already pre-pissed off but - there is no one there. No one laying on the couch in sneakers, spilling crumbs of your snacks between the seats. No one playing the console, yelling at the game. No one drinking a beer, putting it on the table without a coaster and loudly burping. Suspicious.

Maybe he bailed, you think and your mood is already getting brighter. So you just decide to go to your room to chill. You open the door and - 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” you shriek. You’re standing in the doorway, stunned, looking at Sunwoo, who’s frozen like a deer in the headlights. As he should be, since he’s absolutely not supposed to be in your room, the one single place in your apartment he’s banished from. 

And what he’s totally absolutely not supposed to be, is standing over your opened laundry hamper, with half of its content thrown outside of it. 

“N-nothing,” he stutters and awkwardly steps away from the little mess of clothes. Interesting. This is the first time you’ve seen Sunwoo without his confidence and cockiness. His face is getting red and he’s looking genuinely nervous. 

“Nothing my ass. What are you doing in my room?” you push. 

“Nothing, really, I was not doing anything,” he anxiously shakes his head and takes a step back. You suddenly catch a glimpse of something familiar. 

“What’s in your hand?” you ask, but before he can even try denying having anything, you step forward and snatch the item he’s squeezing in his sweaty palm. You immediately recognize it. 

“Kim Sunwoo.” you growl threateningly. 

“Y-yes?” 

“Kim Sunwoo. So not only you impose all the time, not only you steal my food and make a mess. You even dare to go to my room? And steal my fucking panties?? AND THEN LIE ABOUT IT?” you’re furious. 

“I-i am really sorry, Y/N, please don’t kill me! Or-, or, please don’t tell Y/B/N about it,” he pleads, with big eyes and face red from embarrassment. This is not how you usually see him and you’re finding out that you’re quite liking it. He’s actually kinda cute when he looks all helpless and caught off guard. Your anger is quickly getting replaced by mischief and you decide in a split second that you’re going to have fun with it. 

“Why shouldn’t I?” you raise your eyebrow. “Why shouldn’t I tell my brother that I caught his best friend stealing my panties? What are you even stealing them for?” You have a hunch, but it will be more fun to pry this out of him. 

“I…I just…I just wanted them..” he takes a step back. You take one step forward. 

“Why?” 

“Because…” Sunwoo looks like all he wants is for the ground to open and to swallow him whole so he doesn't have to be confronted. “...because they smell of you..” he whispers. He has nowhere to step back to, his back is touching your dresser.  

You’re so close to him your chest is barely touching him. You can feel his fast breathing and heart pounding. He’s much taller than you, but you are the one in charge in this situation and you’re almost drunk off the feeling. Especially, since it’s Kim Sunwoo, the bane of your existence, for the past few months. 

“So you’re really a pervert, aren’t you?” 

“N-no I swear I’m not!” he rushes to deny, but you can just somehow tell it’s not quite like that.

“I can feel your boner. Kim Sunwoo, you even like this, don’t you? Do you find it hot that you’ve been busted?” you accuse him. “Oh geez, my brother will be really devastated to hear that his best friend not only is a pervert, but also gets off on it.”

“Y/N, please, don’t tell him, I- I will do whatever you want! I will behave from now on, I swear!” he pleads. “I’ll return all of the other ones too, I promise!” 

“Other ones?” you’re in disbelief. You probably shouldn’t feel this way, but you’re finding it really hot that this pest which kept annoying you for a long time, is secretly so attracted to you that he resolved to steal your panties to sniff and masturbate to. It’s so disgusting and yet you’re getting wet at the mere mental image of Sunwoo holding your used panties to his face while jerking off frantically. 

“So here’s the deal,” you start. “In the exchange for my silence, you’ll do whatever I want for three months, okay?” 

“Okay, okay, deal, thank you,” he nods desperately. He’s looking all pathetic, with a red face, almost watering eyes and with a boner tenting his pants. You’re so wet and it gives you the worst idea.

“We can start now,” you step away from him and lie down on your bed, bending your legs at the knees, feet at the edge of the bed, your skirt falling back, exposing your legs and underwear. 

Sunwoo looks frozen.

“Come here,” you scoff and he snaps out of it and rushes to you. He kneels on the ground in front of your bed and hesitantly reaches out, but it’s like he’s not actually sure if he can touch you. 

You roll your eyes and pull off your panties yourself. “What are you waiting for? A written invitation?” 

“Sorry, sorry,” he hurries with an apology and puts his face between your legs immediately. He starts eating you out eagerly, whispering “Thank you, thank you”. 

He’s surprisingly not bad at it. He doesn’t seem to be too experienced, but what he lacks in experience, makes up for in enthusiasm. It’s almost like he’s making out with your pussy. 

He’s slowly licking over your folds, gently sucking on your clit, his tongue is hot, wet and feels so good. He’s slowly building up the intensity and it feels so good, you can’t help but moan a little, even though you’re really trying not to. 

Sunwoo looks like he’s enjoying himself too, with one of his hands rubbing over his clothed cock, and you have half a mind to mock him for it, if only making a coherent sentence wouldn't be so difficult right now. 

You’re getting close, with his tongue flicking over your clit, but you decide you don’t want to come like that. You grab him by his hair and tear his head away from your pussy. He whines about it and makes an attempt to get back to licking you, but you’re holding him too firmly. He must be in pain, but he doesn’t seem to care about that. 

“Come up and fuck me, before I kick you out,” you let his hair go. He seems surprised, but not wanting to anger you further, he quickly takes off his pants and underwear, while you move up higher on the bed. He joins you on the bed and you’re not wasting time, grabbing his hard cock and pulling him close to you. He whimpers in pain, but complies immediately and pushes inside your pussy. He’s hovering on top of you and it seems like he’s not daring to move yet. Actually, his face is getting closer and all of the alarms in your head start ringing. 

Oh shit, you wonder, he wants to kiss me. Your hand quickly flies up and you grab him by his jaw to stop him. You blindly pat with your other hand on the bed quickly, until you find what you’re looking for - your discarded panties. You ball them up and stuff them into his mouth. 

“Don’t get stupid ideas, Sunwoo,” you say. “If you want more of the taste, this is the only thing you’re going to get now.” you warn him and to get him to move you slightly kick him with your heel. 

He gets the hint and starts fucking you immediately, already with a fast tempo. It’s clear neither of you is going to last long. But you have to admit he feels really good. It’s just a passing thought, as you are staring at his blushed face, with your panties stuffed into his mouth and his eyes glossy, but you already know you’re going to make the most out of this “deal”. The thought of having Sunwoo as your plaything for three months is so arousing, that it’s what gets you to come, while he’s fucking into you.

Your squirming and moaning is so strong, you almost throw him off yourself, but he has enough presence of mind to hold you tightly, while he fucks into you fast and hard. Not before long he’s cumming into you, eyes close and whimpering. You can feel his cock pulsate in you and you squeeze him closer to you with your legs, so you can feel it even better. 

He spits out the panties and snuggles a little into your neck as he’s catching his breath and you graciously give him a few seconds of this before you’re kicking him off you. 

You’re both a mess - half-undressed, sweaty and disheveled. You throw him his clothes. “Put it back on.” He does and just awkwardly stands, obviously not sure what to do now. 

“We’re done here…for now. You should go to the living room to wait for my brother and I really hope I won’t see or hear you anymore tonight, so you better behave. And if I catch you in my room again, the deal is off and I’m telling everything, understood?” you threaten. 

He nods and hesitantly goes to leave. He’s actually really cute, when he’s all obedient, you wonder. It melts your heart a tiny bit. You probably shouldn’t like it so much. 

“Hey Sunwoo?” you call after him. He turns back. 

“Y-Yes?” 

“You forgot something,” you smirk and throw your panties at him. He catches them and looks at you, confused. 

“Put them into good use, until I see you next time, would you?” 

He looks completely embarrassed, but nonetheless he stuffs the panties into his pocket and literally runs out of your room, while you laugh at him. 

Best deal of my life, you think and head to the shower. 

[bbyquokka]

my soul mate is my cat

pairing: lee minho x gender-neutral reader

genre: angst with a comfort ending – MDNI

synopsis: you adopt a cat to help ease the pain realising he is similar to someone you once held close to you

warnings: animal adoption, mental health, loneliness, unable to care for oneself, soft ending, soul mates, reincarnation

words: 1.7k ~ (1,704)

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“why don't you adopt a cat!” you look up at your best friend and laugh.

“a cat?” you scoff. “seriously?”

your best friend nods and grins before taking a sip of their spirit. you're both out on a best friend date, eating at a local café whilst catching up on life.

“why not? cats are easy to take care off!” 

“i can hardly look after myself let alone an animal.” you chuckle softly.

“oh c'mon yn! are you not lonely since.. well, y'know..” you swallow as your best friend trails off. you let out a sad sigh as you look down at your pastry, suddenly feeling nauseous and the pastry looking unappetizing.

you have noticed that the days are long but the nights are even longer. since being alone, your apartment has felt twice the size of what it usually is. you haven't become lazy per say but the appeal of washing dishes and doing laundry just drains you the more you think about it, causing a pile to build and build until it becomes unmanageable. everything just reminded you of him, of minho. you hated being in the same four walls for that exact reason but you feared that if you left, you’d forget so you willingly trapped yourself.

you'd worry you'd forget about his smell. how he sounded. how he dressed. you still have all his belongings, scared and refusing to throw them out or give them away. every item of clothing still holds his scent, that scent that brings you so much comfort yet such sadness. everything of his still sits on your dressing table. photos, trinkets, dried up flowers, expired amusement park tickets–they're all memories.

nothing has quite been or felt the same. you went from being incredibly loved and being in love by an amazing and wonderful human to feeling nothing. just an empty shell walking and breathing. the only reason you are out right now is because your friend practically barged into your home unwelcomed, forced you to get dressed and dragged you out.

you can't deny that it feels nice to be outside again. the wind on your skin, the chirps of the birds and the buzz of pedestrians however, that part of you just wants to go home and bury yourself under heaps of blankets.

“c'mon yn. i think it'd be good for you. if not, at least think about it.” 

and think about it you do. as you wander around your apartment, all you can think about is a cat wandering around your home. maybe having a fluffy companion would do you some good. maybe it would bring you back and light that spark that's been extinguished.

the more the think about it, the more you want it. a sudden burst of energy rips through your body as you clean up your home. putting laundry in the machine, cleaning up dishes and throwing away trash. you bleach and disinfect every surface in your home, scrubbing until you can see your reflection in the counter tops. 

once that was done, you venture off to the pet store to grab the necessities. cat tree, scratching post, food and water bowls, litter box and litter alongside some food, treats and toys. maybe you overspent and the cat wouldn't use half of what you bought but it's better to be safe than sorry.

you made sure you home is cat friendly, feeling like you're baby proofing the apartment. you tuck away any loose cables, hide anything that could be potentially swallowed and cause harm. you haven't even decided if you want a cat or a kitten but either way, you will know once you come face to face with the animals.

“hi. i'm looking to adopt a cat.” you say to the shelter worker. you walked to your local shelter knowing it's better to adopt than to shop. they smile at you before asking you some questions and filling out some paperwork before leading you to the kennels.

there, you see a whole array of animals. puppies, kittens, dogs, cats. some old, some new. some frightened and some jumping all over the place with excitement. your heart melts but at the same time drops. seeing all these animals in kennels that have been abandoned and are waiting for their forever home, makes you wish you could just scoop them all up and take them home.

but for now, you can only pick one.

as you walk along the kennels, cooing and sighing at the adorable faces of the many breeds of dogs and cats, do you stop at one in particular.

you squat down as the cat stands from its resting place, uncurling itself and stretching out its stale limbs. it's a black, long coat cat with white around it's paws making it look like it's wearing socks. a little white moustache and white chest with long whiskers and pointy ears with tuffs of fur at the tips.

“hi.” you whisper as you put your hand up close to the metal. the cat sniffs your fingers, its pink nose twitching with each sniff before headbutting and rubbing its head on the bars. you stroke the back of its neck gently, heart melting as it starts to purr loudly.

“i want this one.” 

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it's been a few weeks since you adopted the cat, who's name is lee. lee was wary at first, hiding in the bathroom and nervous of its new surroundings and new noises. you spent time sitting outside the bathroom door trying to gently coax him out of the bathroom and let him know that he is safe.

soon enough, he gingerly stepped out off the bathroom, rubbing his head and body on your legs and hands as he would beg for attention. once lee knew he was safe did he show you his true side.

you learnt that he is a very playful yet stubborn cat. you'd catch him on the counter top (or even on top of the fridge) every time you tell him down, he would look at you and groom himself. you can't do anything about it though; he's a cute cat!

as you both slowly get accustomed to one another do you start to notice traits; traits that are all to familiar to you.

the slow blinks, the stubbornness, the playfulness. how he would meow at you when asking specific questions. the head tilts and the sudden swat of his paw on your hand; it's hard to explain to others but to you, you just know

it's a feeling you're all too familiar with. it's habits and traits you know far too well. you didn't want to believe it at first but now you're forced to. you even went as far as showing him a picture to which he nudged at and purred–like he is trying to tell you something.

you watch as he slowly sits up and stretches from your lap. your eyes widen at a distance mark on his fur in the same place as someone who was once close to you. lee looks at you and gives you slow blinks and purrs loudly as your eyes slowly full with tears.

“you're just like him, yknow.” you whisper. lee continues to give you soft blinks before gently placing his white paw on your cheek, his toes beans feeling soft yet firm against your skin. his fur soaking up your tears before he leans in and gently licks your cheek. his scratchy tongue swiping along your cheek as he gives you kisses to which you giggle at and hold him close to your chest.

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“i'm not crazy.” you protest to your friend over the phone. “i swear, they're just like him!” 

“yn.. i know you miss him but that's impossible.”

“is it? i mean, don't you believe in the whole afterlife thing? y'know, being reborn and whatnot.”

“not particularly, no. it's just bizarre how you think that. are you ok, yn? like, really really ok?” you sigh deeply, rubbing your face with your hand.

“peachy. look, i know i sound crazy but it's true. it's just everything lee does is so alike to him. since adopting him, i feel more alive! like i have a purpose.”

“and that's great yn! but to say he is exactly like him is a little bizarre don't you think?” 

“well, yeah but– ah, never mind. look, i have to go. talk to you soon.” you hang up with a defeated sigh. of course they wouldn't believe you. you wouldn't if someone told you what you told your friend. they would have to see it to believe it; but even then, would they?

you drag your feet to your bedroom, smiling as you see lee curled up on his side of the bed. you flop down on your stomach, disturbing lee from his nap. his head shoots up, a tired and disapproved meow causing you to laugh softly.

“sorry darling. i didn't mean to wake you.” lee puts his head back down before letting out a big yawn. his ears twitching and soft purrs emitting as you gently pat his soft and silky fur.

“maybe i am a little crazy.” you say with a soft chuckle. “could you not give me a sign or something? i'll take anything at this point.” 

lee looks at you before getting up off the bed and walking out. you watch with a sad smile feeling defeated and your heart weighing you down.

moments later, lee walks back into the bedroom. he jumps up on the bed and drops a piece of clothing by your face. it's a sock but not just any sock–it's his favourite sock.

you sit up, holding the sock close to your chest as tears stream down your cheeks. you let out broken sobs as lee stands on his hind legs, front paws on your arms as he reaches up. you laugh softly, leaning down to allow him to lick your cheek slowly and gently to soothe you.

you scoop him up and nuzzle into his soft furr, getting it wet with your tears. lee endures it, purring softly and rubbing his face against your cheek.

“it's really you.” you whisper. “welcome back, my love.” 

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[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝓜𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 : Dont be scared

Sometimes, death is a beginning and not an end.

Tags/Warnings: Angst, hurt & Comfort, Idol!Jungkook, Hybrid!Reader, Cat Hybrid!Reader, mentions of depression and depressive thoughts, heartbreak, homelessness, it's a bit heavy sorry, mentions of mental abuse and manipulation, betrayal, slow burn, eventual smut, dead dove do not eat

Dead Dove do not eat: warning for potentially triggering content that can't be tagged without spoiling the story.

Length: 2.2k Words.

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"I didn't think.. it would, you know, cause something like this." Hanako says quietly, her voice all raspy from crying so much. Jungkook is standing at the end of the hallway, looking out the window. He's not said anything these past few hours since the last nurses had left your room- and Hanako herself had been consoled by her boyfriend as she'd cried to herself.

Jungkook wasn't crying. Not anymore. There was no reason to.

"They didn't tell me- You know, I told you didn't I? I didn't know-" She continues to try and justify her actions of failing to meet the deadline of your heat implant. She'd just left it there for almost an entire year, when it's supposed to be checked and changed every three months, didn't bring you to any of your medical appointments any longer, and Jungkook himself snaps as he hears the young man next to her try and tell her it wasn't her fault.

"You could've asked." He growls, not turning around- but Hanako can see his reflection in the window, rain outside in the nightsky pattering against the glass with just as much force as it takes him to hold his emotions in check it seems like. "She had regularly scheduled appointments that you did not take her to- for nine months." He continues stabbing at her, uncaring of hurting her emotionally. "If anyone is at fault here, it is indeed you." He finishes, and the young man next to her gets up to argue. "Sit down, and shut up. You don't even have the right to be here in the first place." Jungkook turns around and points at the seat, eyebrows lowered and eyes sharp as he clenches his jaw.

"Jungkook, I didn't mean for this to happen-" Hanako cries, trying to regain his sympathy in any way she can. But he doesn't budge.

"Save it." He simply says, staring at the closed hospital room with a heavy heart. "It's not like it matters anymore anyways."

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"What're you doing?" Namjoon wonders, carefully peeking into the room he remembers the singer being so protective about. Today, it's brightly lit by the opened windows, curtains blowing in the slight breeze while Jungkook is busying himself folding freshly washed laundry.

Clothes that clearly aren't his- but yours.

"Moving on." Jungkook calmly states, taking in a deep breath as he continues to fold another shirt of yours, your bed clearly made, shelves dusted off, carpet vacuumed. The time capsule has been opened, revealed, and now- time has begun to tick away again, the frozen state of the entire room shattered. "Just like you told me to." He nods to himself, continuing his task.

"Jungkook.." He tries, but he knows there's nothing he can say that would help. There's still a long road ahead of the young man, no matter how much he wants to say that he's fine. Things happened, and with everything going down, it's no wonder that there will probably be some lasting effects of those things happening to him. No one should have to go through this- and unless the industry changes at least some way to protect their artist's private life or puts up boundaries for fans to stay behind, it'll happen again and again and again.

And not everyone is as strong as Jungkook. Not everyone can just accept things like this.

"Are you okay?" He asks softly, unsure how to approach his friend.

"I am." He agrees, putting everything in a neat pile, before he puts them into a black traveling bag. "Or.. I will be." He shrugs, walking back to the window, closing it.

"Are you sure that.. this is a good idea?" The bandleader asks. "Your career is at an all-time high. A hiatus right now-"

"Is just what I need." Jungkook finishes, sighing. "It's just a couple of weeks. I just.. need time. I can't just pretend like nothing happened." He explains with a somber tone, pulling the pale pink curtains shut. "The company has already painted out a convincing story as to why I'm going to be taking time off. Hyung- just.. let me have this. I need some time to think." He simply sighs out, before zipping the black travel bag close.

Like a silent request for his bandleader to leave.

And so he does- because maybe Jungkook really does need some time for just himself.

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It's raining.

The sun is shining, but it's raining.

You don't remember it raining that day, back when Jungkook still loved you. You don't remember ever going to a place like this with him- but maybe you did, and this dream is simply calling back those buried memories you've somehow forgotten. "The forecast didn't mention rain.." He mumbles with a slight pout in his voice, scrolling through his phone behind you, hand on your shoulder. The warmth of it seeps through your fluffy cardigan- he has always been warm, no matter the situation. Whether it was his body, or his smile, or the color of his eyes- all of it was always warm. And it made you feel warm, too.

You watch as the leaves of the potted plants dip in rhythm of the thick drops of rain hitting the leaves. It's like they're dancing to the faint music playing in a cafe close by. Can plants feel warm too?

"It should stop soon, though. See?" Jungkook points at the sky, his inked hand coming into view for you- and you can't help but focus more on the veins over the back of his hand, ink slightly blurred out from the time it's been there- purple heard a bit splotchy, but present. Maybe your mind can't really remember it well enough to paint it out properly. Have you ever looked at his tattoos in detail?

Maybe you should've.

"Silly cat, up there." He chuckles, taps your chin with his other hand to move your gaze towards the sky. He's right.

The thick dark clouds have broken up, sun finally able to peek through the cracks, warming your face up almost instantly. You have to close your eyes a little as to not get blinded. But you also don't want to- cause if you do, the dream will end, and you don't want that to happen. Not yet.

You want to dream a bit longer.

Taking a look around yourself, you realize that you don't remember this place. Nothing seems to recall any memories for you- and the writing on the signs close by, you can't read. Looking down at yourself, you're dressed in white. Your dress is a little wet on top of your chest from the rain, some other drops sparkling in the fluff of your cardigan. Even your shoes are white- shiny white mary janes you don't remember owning at all.

You look like a ghost.

There's a small snail in front of one of your feet. You can spot Jungkook's larger shoes behind yours- black combat boots with a thick and broad sole, making him even taller than he used to be next to you. You bend down to pick the little insect up by it's colorful swirled housing, and you notice your fingers are all red. Maybe you're cold.

But you don't feel cold?

You walk to the plants who are still dancing in the rain, placing the snail in the soil underneath the large leaves so it won't get crushed, won't get wet. It's a dream, isn't it? But even in a dream, you'd hate to accidentally hurt the little thing.

"Hey- baby you'll get wet, come here." Jungkook softly says, pulling you back underneath the small roof of the cafe you're standing in front of. The music is coming from there, inside, you notice. It's unfamiliar. Instrumental. A nice, calm tune, for a cozy feeling. Do they sell cakes and coffee in there? Can you even enjoy these things as a ghost any longer?

Maybe if you just try and remember the taste of it, it'll be the same.

"What's gotten you so deep in thought, hm?" Jungkook asks, hands wiping your cat ears dry with his sleeve, and it feels nice. You've not looked at him. In a way, you're scared of what you'll see.

You remember that all your dreams always end with him mad at you, as soon as you look at his face. You don't want that right now. This dream is too pretty as it is.

So you just shrug, unable to give an answer. What answer could a ghost give anyways?

"Your hands are all cold-" Jungkook notices, holding them in his own, and you look at them for a moment. This hand doesn't have tattoos. It's bare, but the veins underneath are still present. His nails are short and round, but his knuckles seem like he's hurt them some time ago. Like the scabs have just about fallen off, skin underneath still pink and new, standing out against his otherwise familiar complexion.

Warm, just like the palms of his hands.

You look at your own, one of your hands slipping out of his featherlight grasp, as it notices something underneath your cardigan. A bump of some sorts, and it makes you a little anxious. Your dream is shifting it seems, thunder scaring you for a moment, making you shrink in on yourself for a split second, before you pull up your sleeve despite the small scare.

Your hand is so cold, and the thick bandage feels weird. You want it off.

You pull on the edges of it, fiddling around, when his inked hand pulls your fingers away with gentle motions. "No no no angel, you gotta leave that." He tells you, other hand adjusting your sleeve again to hide your arm.

You whine in complaint. You don't want it, and it's a dream anyways. It'll turn on you no matter what you do, so you try and do it again. It makes him chuckle, of all things. He should get mad instead. This dream is so confusing- and why is he holding onto you like that anyways?

Suddenly, the cars all seem to pass by way too fast, way too loud. There's people, and you're scared to look at their faces, because what it they're monsters waiting to shake you awake? Your head whips from side to side, unsure where to look. Someone yells something in the distance, but it's in a language you don't speak, and can't remember ever hearing.

This isn't a dream anymore- it's a nightmare.

The sky won't clear up like Jungkook had told you it would. In fact, the thunder seems to roar so loud it rattles your bones, and the music behind you appears to be more so loud than soothing as it was before. There's so much going on, way more than your ears can follow, and your breath quickens as you begin to feel light-headed, nauseous.

This isn't right.

None of this is right.

Jungkook had tried to save you, no? You remember him holding you, back when you were hiding, when the world of ghosts had called you. You remember his scent, and the way he cried- is he sad now that you're gone? And if he's still alive, then who's the Jungkook that's holding onto you right now? Is he just a figment of your imagination, never to have a soul and heart like the real one did?

You're scared. You don't want jungkook to be alone.

He's always been an introvert, had told you that he doesn't mind being by himself. He loves performing, loves his idol life, but he also hates everything that comes with it. He'd once told you that it annoys him that while he has the money to do whatever he'd dreamt of as a kid, he now can't do it because he's got to make sure no one will ever see him. You remember how heartbroken he'd been for his brother Jin when his fiance had been attacked by obsessive stalkers, the poor young woman's identity revealed against her will-

And that's when everything changed, it seems like.

Maybe he'd realized how unrealistic a future with you would be if his brother and Bandmate couldn't even date a regular human woman. If he was to ever say out loud that he was in love with a hybrid of all things, his life would just shatter into pieces, wouldn't it?

Maybe that's the real reason he got rid of you. So he could keep on living his dream.

Jungkooks arms are pulling you now, somewhere dark, behind the store, and you can't see all of a sudden, as if something is blocking your eyes. It's dark, your sight gone, and you're sure you're trying to scream- But in a dream, no one hears you. Your ears are useless, ringing with the chime of a thousand bells, the blood rushing in your head drowning out anything else you could her. You want to yell, but even when alive, you'd never been able to scream either.

And as a ghost, could anyone even hear you at all?

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Away From The Devil pt. X

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Please dont hate me if this is short

Pt. XI

Warning: Minors Go Away I Will Kick You In The Forehead. I just don’t want kiddos here. Reader is around 24, Joel is 56. Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Cursing. Joel being lowkey a meanie. Ellie calling Joel an asshole. Reader is a little depresso. Tommy calling Joel a dumbass. Horny old ladies thirsting after Joel. A couple uses of y/n. Readers a little agro

Yes hello I have returned thank you for sticking around I'm sorry this took so long, I hope you enjoy🥹

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The next week went like that, one of you going to the bedroom but the other ending up there with them. You’d lay there together, sometimes just looking at eachother, sometimes talking about whatever had bothered the other enough they had to come to the bedroom. Usually it was nightmares, and Joel would mutter something about his back bothering him, but his eyes would glance around, glossing over as he avoided looking at you. You wouldn’t push, he never wanted to talk about it.

Every morning, regardless of who’d ventured into the room the night before, Joel’s side of the bed would be cold and empty by the time you woke up, Joel would be in the kitchen drinking coffee or talking to Ellie. The last couple days, though, Joel hadn’t been in the house when you got up, the bed would be cold and Ellie would usually be alone in the living room or kitchen until you pulled yourself out of bed.

You never asked him why he kept leaving, why he was distant during the day, but not at night when you were alone. To call it up upsetting would be… a gross understatement. You couldn’t describe the dejected feeling you got every morning when you woke up to an empty bed, despite knowing when you went to sleep that he wouldn’t be there when you woke up.

And Maria, Maria still wasn’t letting you go out of Jackson, Joel was going on patrols with Tommy, Ellie was making friends her own age even if she was trying to spend time with you still, and you were stuck inside, catering to whatever Maria wanted. Whenever you asked her why, she’d say something about needing you more inside than she needed you outside but it felt like she was hiding something.

You’d considered cornering her, or cornering Joel, getting answers as to what the hell was going on, why Maria wouldn’t let you go out or why Joel had started acting the way he was acting. But as soon as you’d start to say something you’d chicken out and say something else.

Joel was off with Tommy, you guessed patrol but couldn’t really find a part of you that cared, just as long as you didn’t have to be around him, moved around and talked around like a ghost. It was like when you’d first joined them all over again, but with less puns or no Ellie at all if she was hanging out with Dina. You were happy she was making friends, even if your own loneliness made it difficult.

You were helping do laundry, which was a group chore for some reason, why people couldn’t do their own laundry you couldn’t understand, though you did make sure to have yours, Joel’s, and Ellie’s clothes in your pile. While scrubbing one of Joel’s flannels on the tiny little washboard you’d been offered, you heard some of the older women talking. About Joel, specifically.

“Have you seen him on that horse?” Helen, you think her name was, her voice traveled, it was shrill and sharp and made you want to stab yourself in the fucking ears just so you wouldn’t have to listen to it anymore.

“Oh I bet that horse isn’t the only thing he’s rode hard.” Candance, younger than the other two but still much closer to Joel’s age than you were, a more likely pair. She wasn’t too bad you guessed, which made you hate her more. Her voice was soft and velvety, combatting your own slightly deep, sometimes scratchy voice, her words never got hung up in her throat like yours did. Her features were soft and she didn’t carry that haunted, broken look in her eyes that you knew resided in your own. Her hair was long and soft and properly taken care of, it didn’t frizz when it got hot out and it always seemed to be the perfect amount of wavy. You wondered briefly if Joel ever noticed the differences in the two of you, if he would take Candance up on any offers she might throw his way.

“God with the way he’s built there’s no way he does anything soft and easy.” Helen was rubbing her clavicle now, making you twist your face up in disgust. “Those broad shoulders and big hands?”

“If Robert had a body like that I wouldn’t need to remember what an orgasm was.” Elizabeth was the oldest of the three, at a striking 56, same as Joel, only with a husband that didn’t seem to be good for much other than eating or yelling at community meetings. You weren’t worried about her too much, she was absolutely gorgeous, with long tight curls that reached her waist, dusted with gray hairs and full lips she always painted pink. But she was married, perhaps if it wasn’t for that, if that weren’t a problem for Joel, you’d be worried.

The women laughed amongst themselves as you scrubbed harder at the shirt, until your hand slipped and you cut yourself on a stray piece of metal that apparently no one had noticed. “Fuck!” You snatched your hand from the soapy water and groaned as you held it close, causing them to look over.

Helen and Elizabeth whispered amongst themselves as Candace made her way over to you. Fucking of course it had to be the pretty one that actually stood a fucking chance. “Are you alright, y/n?” You nodded quickly as you stood up, almost knocking over the bucket. “I’m fine. I’m gonna go get this looked at.” You stepped away from her quickly as she frowned.

As you walked out you heard them talking. About you this time.

“Poor thing. Stuck in that house with such a fine piece of meat and she doesn’t stand a chance.” Elizabeth tsked as Candace and Helen giggled. Tears stung as you made your way to the infirmary, not because their words and laughter hurt, which it did, but they only hurt because you knew it was true, you’d never have a shot with Joel, not with these women around.

Later you had three stitches in your hand, frowning deeply as you stepped out of the infirmary to look at the bandage on your palm. That’s when you heard it. Candance’s stupid fucking voice.

“Oh, Joel!” You looked up and saw her running over to where Joel was standing talking to Tommy, holding a laundry basket. The now blood free flannel of Joel’s folded neatly on top. “Here, doll. Silly y/n cut herself before she could finish your laundry.” It wasn’t nearly as fucking heavy as she was making it out to be, shifting it in her hands and propping it up with her knee.

You hid in one of the little alleys between the buildings when Joel looked towards the infirmary, hearing him let out that stupid chuckle. “Right, yeah, kid can be a little clumsy. Thank you. Here. Let me..” he took the laundry basket and held it effortlessly. You could practically smell Candace from the alley, feeling your chest squeeze as the word kid echoed in your head. Tommy looked ecstatic, grin wide like he was about to laugh his ass off as Candace continued.

“Oh, my. You’re so strong~” you started to feel nauseous, shaking your head rapidly as you bolted around the corner, practically sprinting back to the home you shared with Ellie and Joel.

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“Uh.. thanks.” Joel cleared his throat and adjusted the laundry in his hands, glancing at Tommy to save him before glaring when he saw the look on his face. He turned back to Candace, polite as ever. “You said she cut herself, right?" "Gosh, yes, so odd I've used that board hundreds of times, poor girl uses it once and practically slices- oh." Joel was walking away from her now, stepping into the infirmary after setting the basket of laundry down to look for you.

When they told him you left he'd groaned and walked out, almost forgetting the laundry before turning around to get it before going home, you had to be home by now. There weren't very many one handed chores around Jackson so at this point there wasn't anything for you to do.

We he got to the house, though, you weren't there and Ellie looked at him like he'd interrupted something- which was just the joke book Joel had found for her the last time he'd gone scavenging. "What did the donkey-" "Where's y/n?" Ellie pouted as her joke was interrupted and shrugged a little. "i don't know. She was on laundry- oh." She pursed her lips when Joel held up the basket of laundry.

"That uh... what's her name? Cadence?" "Candace?" Ellie frowned and Joel snapped at her and nodded his head. "Yes. Candace said she cut her hand or something and I can't find her." "Did you-" "Ask me if I checked the infirmary and I swear you'll be eating through a straw." Ellie made a face. "Jeez, grumpy. What crawled up your ass and died?" Joel set the laundry basket down. "Nothing." He said sharply, turning to go out the door and continue to look for you.

"Ohhhhh i know what it is." Ellie smirked and hopped up off the couch, dropping her joke book on the coffee table you'd begged Joel to fix. "You wanna go check on her hand cause you liiiiiiiiiike her." "I do not- I'm not talking about this. I'm a grown man and you're a child." Ellie rolled her eyes. "Dude- Helen Keller could see you like her." "Do you even know who Helen Keller was?" "The QZ had books, Joel!" Ellie threw her hands up in the air. "She was right, y'know. You do like to dumbify the Crodyceps generation." Joel grunted and glared at her.

"Fine. Fine, I'll drop it." "Thank you." "After I say one more thing." "Oh my- fine. Fine." "If you don't.. tell her, eventually she's gonna give up and throw herself at the first guy that isn't you. And I don't know if you've noticed, but pretty much every guy here wants to date her." Joel scoffed lightly. "Yeah. Date her." Ellie raised a brow but didn't say anything as she watched Joel turn around and stomp out of the house.

She shook her head and sighed, scratching the back of her head before grabbing her joke book and going up to her room, dropping down onto her bed and opening her book. "He's gone."

You emerged from her closet with a sigh. "Thanks, Ellie." You headed for her door. "You know none of those old ladies have a chance with him, right? I mean.. one of thems married, another one sounds like you dropped a fork in a woodchipper, and he doesn't even know Candace's name." "At least he doesn't call her a kid." You scoffed.

Ellie looked at you over her book and rolled her eyes before sighing and looking back down at it. "I'm just saying... if you guys are gonna share a bed at night you could at least talk about your feelings." You snapped your head over to her as she shrugged. "Heard you screaming that first night." She mumbled. "Saw you and Joel go to the bedroom." "You know we-" "What you do in there is none of my business and I'd like to keep it that way." "We didn't do anything, Ellie." You rolled your eyes. "And we aren't going to." You added quickly when she opened her mouth to speak.

She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Whatever.” She looked back down at her book and hummed quietly as you shook your head and walked out of her room. You didn’t know why you hid from Joel, you felt like a kid. Maybe he was right to call you kid all the time. You basically were.

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You were sitting in the bar when he finally found you, he sat down next to you, watching you fiddle with the cloth wrapped around your hand. “Been lookin’ all over for you.” You’d looked at him and smiled a little. “You found me.” He frowned a little. “You alright?” He asked softly.

You sighed and nodded. “Of course, Joel. Why wouldn’t I be?” Joel raised a brow. “Well.. for one it feels like you’ve been avoiding me. Two you cut your hand apparently bad enough to bleed all over my shirt.” You scoffed. “It was two fucking drops.” “I’m just telling you what Candace said.”

Your jaw tightened. Fucking Candace. “Candace wouldn’t know bled all over if I stabbed her in the fucking throat.” Joel’s eyes widened. “Jesus-“ he looked around a little. “You can’t just say shit like that.” “Oh god forbid someone say something about precious Candace and her gaggle of sluts.”

Joel made a face. “Okay- are you drunk right now?” “So what if I am? I’m an adult, not a kid.” He rubbed his face and heaved a sigh. “Okay- come on let’s get you to the house.” He grabbed your arm and you jerked away before sliding off your stool. “I can walk on my own.”

He sighed heavily but didn’t say anything and let you walk out on your own, walking close enough behind you that he could catch you if you happened to fall. Of course you weren’t really that drunk, your words weren’t slurred and you didn’t wobble so he wasn’t too worried about it. But he didn’t know what alcohol did to you in the long run so he was keeping a close eye on you.

When you walked into the house you immediately dropped down on the couch and sighed happily. “Why do you keep leaving?” You asked him. Okay, so, that’s not really how you wanted to bring it up, you wanted to ease into it a little but regardless the words were tumbling out before you could stop them.

Joel sighed and sat down slowly. “I have chores around here like you.” You scoffed. “I’m not asleep every time you leave, Joel. You walk out the first chance you get.” “No, I don’t.” “God then Im either really fucking stupid, have a shitty internal clock, or you’re a liar.”

Joel sighed heavily and rubbed his face. “Listen, kid-“ he glanced at you when you scoffed at the nickname but shook his head and didn’t acknowledge it. “I can’t… this can’t…” he motioned between the two of you before shaking his head again and looking at the fireplace with a frown. “We just can’t, alright?”

“Why not?” You mumbled softly. “You know why.” Your jaw tightened as you looked down at your bandage, playing with the frayed edges, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as his words from earlier echoed in your head kid can be a little clumsy.

Kid.

That’s all you were to him a dumb, clumsy little girl he had to keep an eye on.

“So… so I was just.. tricking myself… this entire time.” You mumbled, looking down and wiping your eye quickly when one of the tears tried to slip. “There wasn’t.. you don’t.. want me.”

Joel felt his chest tighten as he looked over at you, frowning deeply. He felt horrible. He knew it would upset you, telling you that nothing could come out of what both of you were feeling, no matter how much he wanted to he couldn’t.

He couldn’t be good for you, couldn’t be what you needed. He wasn’t a good person, how you could even want him after what happened in the hospital he didn’t understand. He figured the best option was to agree, tell you that you were right, he hadn’t felt anything for you and move on from it. But that felt just as wrong as falling into bed with you.

“We just… can’t, darlin’.” He whispered softly. “I’m too old for you. You should be with someone your own age, someone who can keep up, keep you happy.” You scoffed lowly and he frowned, raising a brow at you expectantly. “What?”

“Up until recently I was.” You looked down. “Until we got here.” You scoffed lowly. “Before I was locked in this stupid fucking place with those overeager bitches doing fucking laundry.” You spit the word like it burned your mouth, clenching your jaw tightly.

“What’s wrong with doing laundry?” You looked at Joel and scoffed. “Like you haven’t noticed every desperate horny woman here fawning over you.” You looked down, clenching your jaw tightly. Joel was quiet for a minute and then he chuckled. “You’re jealous?”

You snapped your head towards him and glared. “Fuck you.” You scoffed. “I’m not fucking jealous. Can’t be jealous over something that isn’t mine.” You stood up. “Maybe I don’t wanna sit there and act all sweet while they talk- in graphic detail- how bad they wanna fuck you.” Joel laughed at you- again. “They do not- they’re classy women.” “HAH! Classy- they wouldn’t know fucking classy if they were born with the definition engraved into their skin. And I swear to god, Joel. If you fucking laugh at me again I’ll break your nose.” You growled.

Joel clenched his jaw and the two of you stared at eachother for a moment before he rubbed his face and stood up. “Look- if Maria and Tommy want you to stay inside then you’re staying inside theres nothing I can do about that. Taking it out on innocent people and me is childish.”

“I’m not a fucking child, Joel.” “I really couldn’t tell- I guess your tantrum is blinding me from seeing it.” You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth and curled your fist- except it was the hand you’d cut and you’d dug your fingers into the stitches.

“Ow- shit-“ you lifted your hand quickly, blood flooding the stitches a bit. “Fuck..” you groaned lowly. “Let me see-“ you stepped back and glared at him. “Fuck off.” Joel rolled his eyes and forced you to sit back down before yanking your wrist close to him lightly and unwrapping it. “You didn’t pop any stitches. How the hell did you manage to do this?” He asked, making a face at the gnarly gash in your hand.

“Not sure you’ll believe me. Apparently I’m throwing a tantrum.” “You still are. Just tell me what the hell happened without the damn attitude.” He reached under the couch for the first aid kit you kept there. You sighed heavily and looked down at the stitches, shrugging. “They wouldn’t shut up and it just- distracted me. If it’s not music I like silence when I work and I guess their voices just got to me.”

“They distracted you?” Joel looked at you and raised a brow. You looked at him and blinked a little, shifting. “Yeah, so what?” “What were they talking about that you couldn’t drown out?” “It’s impossible to drown out Helen’s voice.” You mumbled and he chuckled. It made you feel better, but not really. “It is kinda shrill.”

“She talks like an infected screams.” Joel laughed again, cleaning up the blood and wrapping your hand. “Seriously- what were they saying that bothered you?” You sighed. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” You muttered. “Well too bad cause I want you to tell me.” You scoffed. “Unless you plan to torture me to get it out then no luck there.”

Joel was quiet for a minute before he sighed heavily and reached out, turning your head to look at him. You looked up at him hesitantly and furrowed your brows as you shifted. “What?” “Tell me what they were talking about. That’s all you gotta do, kid.” You huffed and jerked your chin from his grasp.

“I’m used to them horning over you. It’s not a fucking surprise anymore. I just.. wish they wouldn’t be so fucking obvious about it. Okay? Just leave me alone, Joel. Let me throw my tantrum in fucking peace.” You glared at the table in front of you, bouncing your leg rapidly. “I’m going to bed.” You stood up quickly. “If your back bothers you then just fucking deal with it on your own.” You told him harshly.

“So you’re gonna run away from the problem?” God why was he fucking following you? Why can’t he just leave you alone. He said his piece. “There is no problem anymore, Joel. You said what you needed to say.” “You’re stomping away from me like-” you spun around and glared at him. “Like what?” You growled lowly. “Like a child?” You remembered to curl your good hand this time.

“Are you that fucking surprised? Isn’t that your favorite nickname for me? Hm? Kid this, kid that. Kid, kid, kid, fuc-king kid.” You swallowing the lump in your throat, choking on your words and that only pissed you off more. “God damnit!” You brought your hands to your face, pressing your nails into your forehead.

“Y/n-“ you flinched away when Joel laid a hand on your shoulder. “Just- leave me alone, Joel. Please. I can’t… do this anymore. If you wanna ignore me then fine. Ignore me. But don’t… crawl into bed with me and disappear as soon as you think I’m asleep. It’s worse than just ignoring me.” It was too much, all of it. Your hand was throbbing and your chest hurt and your stomach felt like it was going to come up out of your throat.

Joel didn’t say anything, he couldn’t disagree with you, beckoning you into bed, crawling in next to you, holding you, making you feel better, making eachother feel better and then leaving before you woke up. It was wrong. He was hurting you. Even if nothing happened between you physically, he was fucking with your head and he knew it, and up until this point he hadn’t even considered how much it was actually hurting you, how little it was benefiting you.

“Okay.” Your eyes filled up again as you turned away from him and muttered a weak goodnight before going into the room and closing the door quickly. He stood there for a second, leaning his forehead against the wall, fist curled and pushing into it but not punching it before he heard a door open. Ellie’s.

“Well… that was fucked.” Joel clenched his jaw and looked at her. “Look- I love you Joel. Like a lot. But I love her too. And you’re being a fucking asshole. I didn’t even know you were leaving like that. Why the hell would-“ “stop it.” Joel mumbled softly. “What?” “Stop it, Ellie. You don’t… know everything. You don’t understand what this is about and for your sake I hope you don’t.”

Ellie scoffed. “I’m old enough to be able to tell when two people love eachother. But if you wanna keep acting this way then fine. Go ahead.“ she went to close her door but stopped and hesitated before saying the next thing. “Maybe you’re right- I mean- if you’re just gonna keep leaving her like that then you might as well tell her to move on.” She shrugged. “Maybe she’ll find a guy with a heart.” She added before closing the door.

She didn’t really mean it. Joel had a huge heart, she knew that, she’d be an idiot if she didn’t. But he was being an asshole to her best friend. And for absolutely no fucking reason. She couldn’t understand what could be so wrong about the two of you getting together, so what if you were younger than him? Who gives a shit? It’s not like you were underage. You were like 24 years old.

Joel stood on the other side of the door for a moment and rubbed his face, glancing between the two doors before going to the couch and laying back on it, staring up at the ceiling as he took a heavy breath in.

He could handle seeing you with someone, right? It’s not like you belonged to him or anything. Hell most of the people here thought you were his fucking daughter and that made him so sick to his stomach he almost threw up in front of everyone while you awkwardly explained you weren’t in fact his daughter.

As long as it wasn’t any of those assholes from the patrol he would be fine, right? He had to be. You were so much younger than him, had so much time to figure out what you wanted, to figure out that he wasn’t what you wanted. Him and his baggage. He’d do more damage than he’d already done.

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It's been a week since your fight with Joel, you hadn't talked to him much, opting instead to just ignore him or try to slip out of the house before he was awake. As you opened your eyes, though, the sun shining in and blinding you a bit, you could hear Joel and Ellie's voices in the dining room accompanied by Tommy's.

You wondered for a second if you could just stay in bed, at least wait for Joel to leave, but the blinking 7:30 on the clock told you that you had no choice but to get out of bed and face them. You groaned and closed your eyes before pulling yourself out of bed.

Once you were ready you headed out of the room and into the kitchen to make yourself a cup of coffee and a piece of toast. "Morning, Ellie." You bumped her with your hip as you walked past her and smiled at her and then Tommy. "Morning, Tommy." The two of them said goodmorning before looking awkwardly between you and Joel.

You heard Joel clear his throat and closed your eyes down at your coffee. "Mornin', y/n." Your skin still tingled and your ears still got warm when he said your name and it only stressed you out more. You didn't respond, though, and instead walked straight passed him with your coffee and toast. "I'll see you later, Ellie." You told her, body-checking Joel's shoulder on your way past him.

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Tommy raised a brow when you body-checked Joel and watched his brother grunt and clench his jaw before he was looking down at Ellie. "So... what was that about?" "Joel's an asshole." "Ellie." Joel mumbled in warning. "I mean that much is obvious." "Tommy-"

"They've been sharing the bed or whatever but apparently Joel kept leaving like... as soon as she went to sleep or something, so she's super pissed." "Wow, Joel." Joel sighed heavily and rubbed his face rapidly. "I'm a fucking idiot. I get it." He grumbled and put his head down on the table.

Tommy looked at Ellie for a second and cleared his throat. "Ellie, uh... why don't you go on. I'm sure Dina or another one of your friends could use help with their chores." "But-" Tommy raised his brows at her and glanced at Joel and then back at her. She looked between the two for a moment before huffing. "Fine." She stood up and left. She wanted to know what Joel's problem was too!

Once she was gone Tommy looked at Joel and waited for him to talk. "... she's so young, Tommy." Tommy hummed a little and nodded. "Yeah..." "She's not even- Sarah would be older than her." Oh. Oh. So that's what this is about. This isn't about you, it isnt even about Joel. Its about Sarah.

"Yeah... but... you know Sarah would want you to be happy, Joel." Joel looked up at him like he was stupid. "With someone who's 24 years old?" Tommy shrugged and sighed heavily. "If they make you happy. I'm not saying it's not going to be different, or an adjustment for both of you. Cause it will, but... okay its not like she's 18, right? And she grew up in this shit, Joel." "She's thirty-two years younger than me, Tommy. I can't... keep up with her or keep her happy. She needs someone young for that."

Tommy rolled his eyes with a heavy sigh. "She was happy, dumbass. Untill you started acting like a dick." He took a deep breath and licked his lips slowly before he sighed. "Look- I'm just sayin'.. Sarah would want you to be happy, actually happy. You're settled down now, you got somewhere safe to be.. just let yourself be happy."

"And if I fuck it up like last time? And she leaves?" Tommy raised a brow when he said that and scoffed. "You didn't just compare her to Michelle." "I'm not comparing them-" "Michelle was selfish, Joel. That's why she left. She didn't care about you or Sarah, just herself." Tommy leaned his head a bit to catch Joel's eyes. "She's not Michelle. She's practically obsessed with Ellie, they're best friends. And you- if you let her- she'd be good for you. She loves you, anyone could see that. But if you don't get your head out of your ass she's going to jump into the first arms that open up to 'er." Tommy stood up and calpped his hand on Joel's shoulder. "Pretty sure you wouldn't like that."

And with that, Tommy was gone and Joel was alone at the dining table to sit with what he said, looking down at the cup of coffee in his hand with a deep frown on his face before he got up to get ready for patrol... Tommy did have a point. Sarah would want him to be happy, and you were nothing like Michelle.

... maybe he could make it work.

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gonna ramble to you about books

The protagonist of The Book Thief, Liesel Meminger, is a young girl, i think like 12? When the book starts? Somehwere between 10-12 and it takes place in Molching, Germany (a made up town, basically Munich essentially) in 1939

So it starts with her on a train with her younger brother and her mom. Her mom cant provide for her children anymore so liesel and her brother are being adopted. During the train ride, liesel’s brother dies so they get off at the next stop and buries him and has a funeral for him then it continues on where she eventually is picked up by her new family

Her adoptive family is an older couple with two kids but their kids are adults and live away from them. The woman is very stern and strict and the man is a bit distant cus work but overall pretty warm.

So liesel meets some neighborhood kids and she automatically isnt liked, and gets into a fight with them. One of them, Rudy Steiner, looked up to Jesse Owens a lot

So Liesel and Rudy have a rough relationship, often getting into fights, though it eventually just becomes Rudy trying to impress Liesel and they become frenemies and then eventually friends. Liesel ends up going to school, and since she is behind from her peers, struggles quite a bit. Rudy at this point is in the Hitler Youth program

Nazis come through and burn and break jewish owned places, raid houses to arrest every jew they can find (and people hiding them) and they collect a bunch of stuff (everything they can find) that was owned by jewish people to throw in a big pile and burn

Liesel is there during that, and she ends up stealing a book that was still pretty together, save for being a bit singed. Her adoptive father finds out and just gets onto her but ends up helping her hide the book so she can keep it

We then are introduced to a new character, Max Vandenberg, a jew in hiding. He eventually makes it to the house with liesel and her adoptive parents, to which they end up hiding him in their basement

They dont talk much at all (since they.. really cant-) but over time liesel and max form a sort of bond

Liesel also helps with doing the neighborhoods laundry and sometimes go to work with her father where shes sometimes given champagne

Her and rudy eventually find a group of kids who steal good from a nearvybfarmer and join the group though they accidentally get caught and drop the boy which leads to a massice fight but then its ok!

Theres also something with liesel and the mayors wife?? I forgot but theres something

So then the children of the parents come home for holidays, and the son is a nazi soldier, so tensions are high. Though nothing bad happens!

Then a group of nazis later comes by and checks all the houses to which max was almost foujd but he wasnt!

Liesel also suffers from nightmares? I remember that

Um rudy ends up dying to which liesel realizes she liked rudy back then (cus he had confessed to her awhile back by this point) so she feels lost there having also lost really her only friend

Theres another historical ficiton book i read, When My Name Was Keoko, which takes place in korea during world war 2 and is told from a little girl with somw family issues where the japanese come and take over korea and make everyone change their names and live on very strict rules otherwise theyre killed and the girl’s brother was drafted to be a kamikaze (but he survives) and they live to be rescued after all the horrible stuff

2 series i love

In order theres: City of Ghosts, Tunnel of Bones, Bridge of Souls

The main character is a girl who almost died (and kind of did) but was saved right before she fully died so she can now see ghosts! And she can see The Veil which is what she calls the fabric between life and death because shes living with one foot on each side. Her best friend is a ghost and her parents are paranormal investigators

They travel around the world for her parents show and in each book she faces a ghost (each stronger than the last) that she has to stop and in the second book she makes a living friend who has the same thing and they work together (and she comes back in the third book to help as well) and shit gets crazy

Then the other series in order is: Girls of Paper and Fire, Girls of Storm and Shadow, Girls of Fate and Fury

So um the protagnist is a girl who is recruited to be a ‘paper girl’ for the king which is basically a prostitute, and she meets other girls there who she befriends one and then has a secret relationship with another

Things get.. crazy. Her and her gf kill the king which puts a bounty over their heads and they run and then meet up with a group and train and then thigns get rocky between her and her gf (especially when her gf’s ex comes into the picture) so they have a break up but get back together after one of them almost dies

Then one of the people in the group does die (i cried</3) and things happen and they seek an alliance with another kingdom and her gf turns out to be the last living person from this all mighth powerful tribe and then yada yada yada i need to read the books again and then i think decent ending!

ooo fascinating :> those all sound like good books :D

[mindofateenagegirlsblog]

When Did 13 Change Everything?”

A question I ask myself all the time: when did turning 13 change everything?Was it when we got our periods? When our minds started shifting? When the world suddenly started treating us like women even though we still felt like kids?

In the world we live in, people say that the moment a girl gets her period, she becomes a woman. Or when she has sex for the first time that’s supposed to be the marker. I didn’t fully get it until now. Girls are expected to grow up way too fast. We’re taught that pain, responsibility, and pressure are just part of becoming a woman.(which I find so ridiculous)

And I know this from experience.

By the time I was 7, I was doing chores—laundry, dishes, cleaning the house. My mom had me doing things she should’ve been doing, or things her boyfriend could’ve done. Meanwhile, my brothers, 9 and 11, got to just be kids. They didn’t have the same expectations. They weren’t told “this is just what you do” because of their gender. I was.

Why me?

Because I’m a girl?

Because apparently “it’s in my nature”?

That’s what stings the most. Knowing I gave up my childhood so they could live theirs.

I realized I was growing up for real when the catcalls started at 12.

Twelve.

Getting stared down by men two, three times my age. I didn’t even know how to process it. I still don’t. Men will look at you like you’re grown before you even understand what being grown means. You could be the smartest, most beautiful girl in the room, starting your own business, knowing your worth and they’ll still chase someone younger, quieter, more “moldable.”

Why? I don’t know. I probably never will

But at 13, everything shifted. My body changed, my mood changed, my whole view of the world changed. I got my period. I cried more. I felt more. And the people around me treated me differently. Like I was older. Like I wasn’t allowed to be a kid anymore. I’ve always been sensitive, but 13 cracked something open. That year wrecked me. I got bullied. I didn’t have many friends. And COVID hit. I stopped talking about how I felt because… who was really listening?

Everything piled up.

And when it exploded, it wasn’t loud.

It was tears. It was quiet breakdowns. It was finally saying how I felt and having people brush it off.

The worst part?

When your parents are emotionally unavailable,

THEY DONT CARE.

As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized:

People don’t care about the things I care about.

And that hurts. But it also frees you.

At 14, I got into my first relationship. You’d think by then someone would’ve sat me down and explained the basics—how boys work, how love gets messy, how to protect my heart. But nah. My parents never said a word. I didn’t even tell them about him, because I knew they wouldn’t care.

Then at 16, I met someone new the guy I’m with now. And for the first time, someone actually talked to me. Taught me things. Cared. Made me feel like I mattered. He told me things I should’ve learned from my parents. But didn’t.

Now I’m 18 ,And I gotta say something that’s not pretty but real:

Being a teenage girl sucks.

It’s chaotic. Confusing. Beautiful. Brutal.

It’s crying in your room with mascara running down your face while also feeling your most powerful.

It’s being called “too much” and “too emotional” and still showing up for the people who don’t get it.

It’s hell sometimes.

But there’s something kind of magical in the madness.

You learn. You survive. You find pieces of yourself in the ruins.

So yeah, 13 was the beginning of the storm.

But maybe that’s the point girlhood is a storm.

Loud. Wild. Unpredictable. But necessary.

If you’re a teenage girl reading this, I hope you know you’re not crazy.

You’re not dramatic.

You’re just human.

And being a girl in this world means growing up in a battlefield with glitter on your cheeks and fire in your heart.

You don’t have to have it all figured out.

You just have to keep going.

This is the mind of a teenage girl. Messy. Honest. Unapologetic. Emotional. Sensitive, Beautiful.

[teomodo]

oc monday :]

original post here, oc tag here

1. What chore does [x] least like doing?

val: mowing the lawn. he hates getting sweaty and especially in semi-public

bede: the dishes. wet. ew. but also she doesn't like wearing the gloves because they're too housewifey. she would rather run the dishwasher twice than prewash anything

shoni: laundry. she has to haul all of her stuff to the laundromat (especially comforter & blanket weeks those are the worst). when she gets everything home the pile usually lives on her chair until next week. dont even get her started on stripping the sheets and making the bed

2. Does [x] have any abilities we'd consider magic? Are those normal for their species or culture?

noo they're all normal & living in normal world

3. What is [x]'s weapon of choice?

val: when ive thought about like putting them in fantasy type aus the only way i can imagine him fighting is with a yo-yo, like, in the way that they were originally weapons. or maybe a sling. it's so indirect & unmenacing its perfect for him

bede: she throws glasses at peoples heads sometimes. in a fantasy setting she would have a bowstaff and martial arts training to use it that looked Really Cool

shoni: i feel like its not out of the question for her to have a massive ren faire greatsword mounted on her wall. she seems like the kind of person to have one of those stories about confronting a burglar with excaliber

4. Does [x] have any specific memories involving food?

val: unfortunately i think watching anthony cut calories for wrestling was very formative for his little brother brain and contributed to his disordered eating. that and the whole catholic saints and asceticism and martyrdom thing and having a bad relationship with ulysses who was excessive in everything made starving yourself seem very noble to him

bede: reba connnstantly made comments about bede's weight and once when reba said something during dinner bede got up and took the car and brought back a box of dunkin' donuts into the dining room and aggressively took a big bite out of one in front of reba. vibes were downright acidic but ulysses thought it was funny

shoni: her first meal home with her familyyyyy after getting out of the hospital her mom cooked all her favorites and everyone ate together and it was very healing and sweet

5. What sort of underwear does [x] wear, if any?

val: boxers. you know in the highschool reunion episode of always sunny when the school bully tries to give charlie a wedgie and his underwear is so old it just disintegrates in his hands

bede: boyshorts. but in college THONGSSSS

shoni: panties (she likes striped ones with the little bow)

6. Does [x] like camping?

val: yes. i think he thrifts camping gear as he needs it but he loves the woods and he sleeps outside with some regularity (camping or otherwise)

bede: no. why would you want to sleep outside with the mosquitos

shoni: she would be happy to go with friends, but its probably not something she'd suggest

7. What is [x]'s one wish for the future of the world?

val: everyone be's nice to animals

bede: meritocracy rule. only people who think about things as much as she does should be in charge

[hontou-baka]

relationship ranting idk

blurgh i hate when im slapped with similarities between my ex and my current bf

I got married without a wedding, or rings, or anything traditional, to my ex so I could use my own tax info for school (plus it seemed like a safe risk in a seven year long relationship lmao). The semantics of it were clearly unimportant to my ex (i had to buy us both rings, and again, no wedding) and i felt embarrassed bc those things are important to me, so we never told anyone about getting married really.

Now that I'm close to getting the divorce done before baby comes, my bf is talking marriage. But in the same "just for the legal benefits" way. And i do want to get married... And i know it would help his taxes and whatnot... But my heart breaks thinking about doing the exact same dumb thing again, and idk i can make myself do it. Like... Sorry, prove im important enough to you to spend a couple hundred on a cute ring, get some photos of us taken together, hell even if he saved money for a nice elopement trip thats fine! I feel like aggretsuko with the donkey guy... Tadase? Idk i dont remember. Im sorry im kind of basic but as a cisgendered white woman that was raised mormon, ive dreamed about a beautiful wedding and feeling loved and celebrated since childhood... I think i should stand my ground on this :/

Another thing. Both have sleep issues and expect me to get up with them in the morning to help them get ready so they can sleep in as much as possible. And im made to feel bad about it if i complain because i dont have sleep issues. Im sorry you havent bothered your whole adult life to find a way to manage with your sleep problems, and im happy to make you food while you shower here and there, but that should not just be expected of me! And its not reciprocated! Its not like i make him get up with me, i would just leave him be and let him sleep because... I love him? Want him to be comfy? Ugh.

While im venting, ADHD IS NOT AN EXCUSE TO NOT DO CHORES REGULARLY!!!!! I DONT CARE!!!!! IF HIM AND I DONT WORK OUT IM GONNA HAVE ADHD BE A RED FLAG I SWEAR TO GOD BC EVERYONE I KNOW W IT REFUSES TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO LIVE WITH IT!!!! Im getting beyond furious that he has to be asked FOR EVERY. LITTLE. THING. You eat and use dishes. You put your dishes with the other dirty dishes. Thus. YOU ARE LOOKING AT THE PILE OF DIRTY DISHES... MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY. YOU CANNOT USE THE "OUT OF SIGHT OUT OF MIND" EXCUSE IN OUR TINY ROOM!!!! YOU CAN *SEE* THE FULL LAUNDRY BASKET THREE FEET AWAY FROM YOU!!!! YOU CAN SEE THE GOD DAMN CHORE CHART TWO FEET AWAY FROM YOU I MADE SO YOU COULDNT USE THE "BUT IDK WHAT TO DOOO OR HOW TO HEEELP" EXCUSE!!!!! YOU CAN SMELL WHEN THE CAT TAKES A HUMAN SIZED SHIT AND KNOW YOU NEED TO SCOOP TOMORROW!!!!!! YOU!!!! JUST!!!!! DONT!!!!!!! *WANT TO*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And the funniest fucking thing is i TRULY wouldnt mind having a more "traditional" setup, id be fine doing 90% of the chores if he even worked 20 hours/wk consistently. But im thinking as soon as i feel recovered from birth i want to find a job myself because he just lets his anxiety win too much and cant hold a job, and i have actual goals in life lmao 🤪🤪🤪 but if i made him a stay at home parent im sure id be coming home to a world of frustration (things that need done never being done). Im just at the end of my rope bc with chronic mental and physical health issues, i get he cant do what most people can (same goes for me, not as severe on the physical side tho) but god it so often feels like weaponized incompetence. And i think it partially is. Ive talked to him about this over and over and it always ends with "just tell me or ask... Even though you shouldn't have to..." BUT THATS THE POINT!!!! IM NOT GONNA BEG YOU TO HELP ME KEEP OUR LIVING QUARTERS NOT MISERABLE, MAN!!!!! USE YOUR EYES AND YOUR HEAD!!!!

I joked about banning war thunder for a week post birth and he seemed shocked id even think about asking him to not game for a week (his only hobby/leisure activity). Idk.

ok that feels better i guess ill get back to my mashed potatoes

[alvertesongdiary]

Glass Animals - Creatures In Heaven

3 in the morning Making love/Waking up Laid on the floor Of your apartment Birds eye view Of the two of us Face in make up And cheap fake blood

What do you think about when you think about love? I’m dumbstruck when you’re tender But it’s 3 in the morning, Be in the moment, Here in the moment, Free in the moment.

3 in the morning Over like that Go slow motion Cut it to black Its merely a moment Here for a moment Here is the moment Here for a moment.

It tears through my head Does it haunt you too? Diamonds in the dark In your old bedroom You held me like my mother made me just for you You held me so close that I broke in two

It tears through my head Does it haunt you too? Never really said That I loved you too Lucky lucky You Because I’m fortunes fool Such small words but they hit so huge…

I don’t think I realise Just how much I miss you some times We were young and so in love We were just creatures in heaven

I don’t think I realise Just how much I miss you some times For a moment we were just… We were just creatures in heaven.

3 in the morning safe inside Bury me here in your laundry pile At 3 in the morning Be in the moment Here in the moment Free in the moment.

Three in the morning over like that Go slow motion cut it to black Its merely a moment Here for a moment Here is the moment Here for a moment…

I dont see the point in a subtle romance Ten tonne heart ache sitting on your back Scared of the crack where the light comes through I’m only really me when I’m here with you

And it gets in your head like a cosmic zoom Coat on the door like an old space suit So long cowboy you’re so cool Cash in hand with a memory of you

Creatures in heaven Back then we were just Creatures in heaven We were just creatures in heaven

04/04/2024

[julie-schwieters-supremacy]

skjghskjghsfjk i rlly rlly hate how everything is messed up cuz while i was gone someone took everything that i had on the floor off the floor and onto some surface like i found my fan (its rlly small for context like 40cmx40cm on my bed and my backpack on my desk and various hats on my chair and i really fucking hate it because apparently it was messy but i knew where everything was so like jsdghasjkdgh literally stfu

and i really hate when people sit on my bed without asking and put stuff on my bed without asking or rearrange stuff on my bed without asking or even just like touch something cuz i have it in a specific way so its comfy for me and then they come in and sit on it and it just annoys me so so so much istg and i really want them to swim in a pool of bleach like it's not nice to do that like rn i cant find my earphones or anything that was on my bed before but i found a handbag and like 3 piles of clothes in the middle of my bed. and i really hate it like my bed is in a specific way and i dont like things that go outside touching it like bags or clothes that ive worn out touching my bed but its just there and i feel like screaming

like literally wtf. im sorry for the rlly long vent but like no. i also found a razor in my pencil holder thingy, my laptop charger under my bed, a book on top of my clothes drawers with lego and a bunch of stuffed toys being under the pile of folded clothes that someone folded. and i would really like to scream rn except i dont think you can do that online but agh. like they mixed it up (cuz i have like a certain order or whatever i need to do stuff in) and i hate it sm rn and i want to kill whoever 'cleaned' my room for me. oh yeah did i mention i found a mug (with water in it too) on top of my bed. like wtf my guy. also i took some clothes to the laundry and they ended up on my chair armrest thing. afjdsfkjghgkj

i literally cannot put into words how much this angers me and annoys me anyways have a good day besties