#I couldn't decide who to do this one with

[sangunary]

Yandere BatFam x other dimension Reader.

SYPNOSIS: In another world they did love you.

IMP: Reader did get neglected in her dimension.

You've never been a figure or anything important, not something worth the light. Even in picture everybody looked so good and you're just there, even just from a glance it's hard to notice you.

You've tried to shine to take that light everybody else have in their grip but the light was purposefully avoiding you.

No amount of grade, beauty or perfection would make you their baby. Someone they cared for.

You weren't some star like them just the black sheep, everybody else have a life they can call theirs but your life was already written out for you, every possible things already carved out by everyone else but yourself.

Unlike Dick you weren't charming or good looking everything about him was amazing and admirable... The first Robin and the first to become their own person. Not even Bruce get to curve his story...

He treat his siblings equally, that was what he preached... It was true. You weren't a family to him, you didn't matter enough to be apart of his family.

Even when Jason decided to started killing you stayed by his side, brought him food and even tried to build an actual relationship but it was no use.

Everybody called you desperate for crawling to him when he needed somebody and the moment he healed(kind of) he throw you away. Ignoring how you were the only one who stood up for him, took all the insult and humiliation for his sake yet he took you for granted.

You took the word, hit and almost got disowned, for somebody who doesn't even care. You almost died for somebody you thought was your brother yet he didn't do shit when the family almost disowned you for staying by his side... Didn't offer home or solace. Just ignored your suffering for his sake.

Tim was smart everything you adore in a brother, stayed by his side spent sleepless nights just to watch over him when he was in the hospital, trying your best to support your brother who you fear might die.

Yes, everyone didn't get enough sleep but you didn't even sleep stayed by his side to make sure no harm could happened to him. Took your time to read book's knowing he can't even hear you, doing everything.

Yet when he opened his eyes he hugged the family and not you, even have the audacity to ask you to go out while they had some 'family' catch up...

Damian was one hell of a monster, yet you never gave up on him. He was just a kid and you wanted to be the admirable older siblings you never had.

It wasn't easy it never was, the constant lie about you to everyone and yes nobody in this world pity you enough to hear your side... Yout life was already hell and it wad just unfair how everybody else got what they wished for and you never get anything... Not even a family.

To the eyes of the media you were the black sheep often left out even in family portraits or any major Wayne gala, just some avarage citizen that was living the life...

Bruce couldn't remember your name's at times blaming it on old age, Alfred only saw you as an extra mouth nothing more nothing less.

Even when The joker kidnapped you and made Bruce choose between you and Catwoman he almost hesitate, you were never the first or second, you weren't an option to everybody... Just some extras living with them to make them look better.

Being you was painful itself, when your family who were supposed to be the hero rejected your presence.

So, when you accidentally step into another dimension you became attached.

Your false family loved you to no ends, you were dead in that universe... Dying a gruesome death.

Yet when they saw you alive even tho you weren't their family they cherished you and most importantly treat you like a family.

There was no more I no more threats just a loving family.

Who will do whatever to make you stay.

"I like this" You told them, you couldn't help but smile.

You've never played games with your actual family before, to them you were an actual bot with nothing interesting.

"Oh, you won't like it for long... I'll beat you"

Tim said as he aggressively nudge at you to make you lose control.

"Hey! That's cheating, someone take him out!"

Barbara stood up for you.

"Everything is fair in games... As long as you're the winner"

Damian speak up as he instinctively grab Tim hoodie and cover his eyes with it. To let you win.

"That's cheating! I should have won"

"Everything is fair in games... Just gotta have the right support"

You couldn't help it, everybody were together. You were finally in the picture, you didn't have to fit in they just have to accept you and they absolutely did.

You couldn't help but tear up, your heart aching slightly.

"Little wing are you okay? Should w-"

Dick spoke before he was cut off by Damian.

"Let's beat up Tim, he made them cry"

"Huh?! Im the one that lost... Your violence towards me make them scared!"

Before anyone else could argue on who made you cry Jason who was just there because of you spoke up.

"Don't be so obnoxious and loud... They're obviously emotional for a good reason. Bunch of wannabe adult in this room"

With that said he would gave you this handkerchief which was very unusual of him.

Taking a seat next to you on the ground as he pick up the extra controller, not even weirded out by your suddenly burst of tears just pure understanding.

Your Jason was the one who kick you aside the moment he felt healed but this one... He was trying his best to comfort you, he didn't like to be so upfront yet he was doing this to save you from embarassment and a little comfort.

Looking at the Handkerchief you couldn't help but smile, the same one you gave to your Jason when he came back but the one you made was burned into crispy by the very person you made for. He took it and throw it inside the crumbling building that was ignited into flames by him.

Called it a waste of fabric and time, not worth his precious time or life even tho you spend weeks stitching everything by hand... You just wanted to encourage him to be better you didn't knew he would take offence to your kindness.

There was some holes on the handkerchief yet it was extremely clean and ironed... He seems to cherish it alot.

"Took it everywhere and I ruined it, it was my lucky charm but you're here now so you'll be a good replacement"

"I don't think being compared to a literal fabric is fulfilling"

Duke commented.

"It's not just a fabric it's made by our beloved sibling here, shame on you Duke, shame on you"

Stephanie tease him with a fake offended look.

"They only made it for Jaybird... Im abit upse- Very upset"

Dick decided to bring another reason to start a full on war again.

"Hey! I want one but with our special logo!"

"This is childish, but I need one for a good purpose"

"Im the oldest so I should be first"

"Want one"

"Enough!"

Bruce spoke up, seems like all the arguing had finally went into his brain.

"As your Father... I am first priority"

"Master Bruce, as your somewhat father I must be the first I insist"

This was what family should be, united and happy. One that are willing to be by yourside even at your worst, willing to take the hit with you and just be ourselves to eachother without shame.

While you were finally getting the life you deserved your actual family were crumbling. Trying to find you, turning every nook and crook up side down.

Gotham was turning into literal hell, they were acting like dog hound pounding onto anyone who they assume have information on your whereabouts.

It seems like they have finally realised your worth. But you've already replaced them.

You were slowly healing but too bad they won't tolerate being replaced.

Watch me flop.

[havecouraqe]

Reconnection

Pairing: Go Hyuntak x fem!reader

Summary: Having known of Hyuntak from his training days of Tae Kwon Do, you never thought you'd run into him again. What started as admiration from afar quickly turned into the beginning of something more.

Word count: 1.7K

Warning: Slight trigger warning of SA if you squint, but other than that, none.

A/N: Wrote this for me. My first fanfic in years, and God, it felt good to write again. I'm happy with it.

Go Hyuntak was someone you've never imagined crossing paths with again. Attending different schools. Having different friend groups. Only ever catching glimpses of him from the window when you would walk past Hu-min's father's chicken restaurant across the street on the way home. Sometimes, it was hard not to notice the bruises and wounds he and his friends bore. You began to wonder if he's still as skilled in Tae Kwon Do as you remember. Of course he is. You shook your head. He was the best.

Rumor had it he hurt his knee and couldn't compete anymore. When you heard, you felt devastated. Someone as talented and hardworking as him, only for his dream to be taken away. It wasn't fair. You could only imagine how he felt. Did he suffer through the pain alone? Does he still think about what could have been? To be the best Tae Kwon Do athlete and have it all?

You'll never know. But from where you stood, the injury doesn't stop him from fighting. From protecting his friends. The five young men laughed at a joke Baku made and then dug in at the feast placed before them. Hyuntak's smile still dazzled you, even from a distance. As you start to worry whether he is taking care of his injuries properly, you hear your name being called.

"y/n!"

You turned and quickly rejoined your friends who had walked further ahead.

"Staring at Gotak again?" One of them teased, using his well-known nickname. Your face instantly blushed, and you looked away, unable to deny it.

"Hey, leave her alone. I think it's cute," your best friend piped up, putting an arm over your shoulder. "There's nothing wrong with a little yearning every now and then."

That made you laugh, "Shut up." You both giggled and continued going about your way.

After you said goodbye to your friends, you decided to stop by a convenience store before finishing your walk home. You were thirsty and wanted your favorite cold drink: a strawberry and banana smoothie. It was probably the best part of your routine. You grabbed your favorite bread to go along with it and headed for the register.

You thanked the cashier and just stabbed your straw into the drink when a rowdy group of boys walked in. They were a noisy bunch, and their uniforms told you they also attended Eunjang High, the same school as Hyuntak and his friends. Your eyes scanned the store, looking for a way to exit without having to go through them. Luckily, the aisle that was next over was free, and you kept your head down, making your way to the door. Due to your short stature, you didn't have to crouch much, being 5'2 and all.

You stand straight and head for the door, pushing it open when you feel someone pull you back from the strap of your backpack, hard. Somehow, you were able to maintain your balance and look up at the face who deprived you of your freedom. Hair dyed blonde and a scar across his left eye. He sneered.

"What do we have here?" His friends behind him snicker as he pressed forward, making you bump against some of the merchandise.

"Is that for me?" The blonde placed his hands over his heart as he feigned gratitude, noticing your drink and pastry. As he stepped closer, you looked away and felt him take your bag with the bread. He threw it on the ground and stomped on it, smearing the delicious treat on the floor with his foot.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep, shaky breath. Never imagining yourself in this position before, you decided not to go down without a fight, no matter what their intentions were. You held your breath as he took one more step closer, and that's when you jammed your right knee against his crotch with all the strength you could muster. It was enough to distract him for a moment, and you ran out, throwing your drink at him, focusing only on getting out of there.

As you heard him and his group start to run after you, you heard a voice. Not just anyone's voice. His voice.

"Hey!"

You stopped in your tracks and turned back around. Being a good distance away, you noticed Hyuntak and his friends a few feet apart from the entrance of the convenience store where the blonde and his group were also stopped in confusion. The blonde looked pissed, whether from being hit in the nuts or stopped from chasing after you, you couldn't be sure.

"This has nothing to do with you!" He screamed in rage.

All the while, Hyuntak remained calm. His eyes scanned the area, first seeming to count how many of the goons there were, and then to the blonde covered in your drink. Hands in the pockets of his pants, he glanced over at you, and you both locked eyes. Your heavy breathing from the adrenaline and run began to slow down, and you felt a sense of peace take over you.

He turned back to the blonde. "It does now."

The next word was said at the same time. You in your head and the blonde aloud, "What?"

Before you had time to think it over, Hyuntak's fist connected with the blonde's face, knocking him to the ground. You gasped, stuck in freeze or flight mode. The decision was made for you when one of the goons charged after you. The last thing you saw before running away was three of Hyuntak's friends joining in on the fight, including Baku.

You ran as fast as you could, not daring to look back. You knew the area pretty well and figured you would be able to hide somewhere once the coast was clear when you felt a pair of hands slam you against a wall. Your face and body were pushed into it, holding you in place.

"We weren't done with you yet." Said an unfamiliar voice, his hot breath fanned against your ear, and you struggled to get away.

Before you could scream for help, someone threw the boy off of you. You turned around, back towards the wall, as you watched Hyuntak beat the guy to a pulp. With his back towards you, you badly wanted to tell him to stop, but you couldn't find your voice. It wasn't until Baku walked up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder, and said, "Enough, Gotak."

Hyuntak stopped fist midair and let go of the boy, his limp body making a thud as he hit the ground. He was breathing heavily, and yet there didn't seem to be a scratch on him. Baku looked untouched as well. As if he read your mind, he turned to you and smiled.

"Are you alright?"

You nodded, still a bit in shock and unsure of how to thank them. Hyuntak took a breath and finally turned to face you. His eyes looked into yours again, and this time, you felt your heart start to race for a different reason.

"I need to hear you say it," his voice was soft, yet stern, "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I'm okay." You managed to get out.

His eyes softened, and he looked at Baku. With a nod of his head, he turned and walked back from the way we came. Hyuntak looked at you and simply said, "Let's go."

The walk back to his friends was silent. You tried to fix your school uniform and composure as discreetly as possible. With no idea of how your hair looked, you figured it was what it was. You peeked at Hyuntak, and he looked lost in thought. Up ahead, two of his friends were waiting, and it appeared that the blonde and his goons had run off. You wondered where his other friend went. The one with the glasses.

"Nice job, Sieun! Suho!" Baku threw his arms over their shoulders with a wide smile. "Where's Juntae?

As if on cue, the one named Juntae comes out of the convenience store with what looked like your drink and a pastry bag. He smiled shyly and handed you the items. "We hope you're alright. I wasn't sure of the pastry, so I just got one I recommend."

The day's toll hit you instantly, and tears welled up in your eyes. You quickly wiped them and looked at the five boys who rescued you. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

The boys all smiled, apart from Hyuntak. He cleared his throat, adjusted his blue hoodie, and faced his friends, "I'll walk her home. See you guys later."

They waved goodbye to you, and you waved back with a smile. You then noticed Hyuntak staring at you with curiosity. You blushed and turned to the general area of your home. "It's this way."

Even though the distance was short, they say time lasts longer being with someone you like. The sun was beginning to set, and the breeze felt nice against your skin. It was a comfortable silence until you heard Hyuntak say, "Drink."

You stopped walking and looked up at him confused, "What?"

He sighed, "You must be dehydrated. Drink." He gestured to the strawberry banana smoothie.

Oh. You hadn't even realized how thirsty you were until he mentioned it. Your lips covered the straw, and you drank. The cold drink felt good traveling down your throat. You eagerly drank some more, and that's when you heard Hyuntak chuckle. You watched his smile, and up close, it's the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. You blinked and took in your surroundings, and saw that your home was just a few houses down.

"I'm fine here. Thank you for walking me home. And thank you for helping me today."

"You can thank me by letting me walk you home for a while." He said.

Shaking your head, you began to protest. "There's really no need. You don't-"

With what looked like slow motion, Hyuntak leaned over. He maintained eye contact until his lips touched the straw of your drink. You held still, letting him finish it and at the same time not believing this was happening. When he stood up, he smiled at your reaction. You couldn't tell if it was his smile that blinded you or the sun setting behind him.

He walked past you and said over his shoulder, "See you tomorrow, y/n."

A/N: may or may not continue this. Gif is made by me. Feedback is appreciated :)

Update: Part 2 is posted! ♡

[minh907]

Why not a Jinwoo x Reader, where the system sends Jinwoo a quest telling him to go out with Reader? Reader actually doubles Jinwoo's XP points, and he goes out with Reader just for that reason. One day, Reader hears him talking about it, realizing he doesn't love her and is using her, she leaves.

Except Jinwoo realizes he really loves her, only he had to lose her to realize it. So he decides not to use the points he's accumulated and stops going on raids to prove his love, except Reader refuses to talk to him.

And one day, a really dangerous portal opens in the middle of South Korea. All the hunters are gathered, but they're not effective. They need Jinwoo. Jinwoo, who hasn't used any portals since Reader left her, says he'll only help if Reader comes back with him. President Go Gun Hee calls Reader and tells her what Jinwoo told him, Reader looks at the President and Go Gun Hee tells her that one person's life doesn't matter when you can save several. Reader who looks at the meeting room and sees that all the other hunters are looking away and don't want to help her, Jinwoo is there with a smile finally happy to see Reader again kneels and all his shadows are also kneeling in front of their queen and he says his words to her: '' my dear and tender just a word and I will do everything you want '' Reader whose eyes no longer have any shine whispers the words that the President said over and over again (that her life is worthless) and ends up looking at the people in the room and Go Gun Hee realizes that he may have made a mistake (if Reader decides to turn against them)

Fall for a lie.

Sung Jinwoo x Reader.

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You should have known this.

That this love is nothing more than a lie.

How pathetic!

You fell for lies, and even indulged in them.

Your hands were clenched at your sides. Your vision was blurry, your eyes were stinging, tears were gathering in the corners of your eyes, then falling like waterfalls. You started to cry and just couldn't stop. It was like your heart was being held in an iron grip and twisted till it hurt.

You loved him.

You really loved Sung Jinwoo.

And now you realized that this love was a lie. He didn't love you. He was with you for the power, for the double XP you could give him from some damn system.

Today is your one year anniversary, you plan to go to Jinwoo's apartment with a surprise for him. The watch you bought for him, carefully wrapped, is still in your hand, placed in a nice bag, along with the photo album of the two of you. The watch that you spent a lot of time earning money to buy for him, the album that you spent a lot of time making for him.

You go to his place with excitement, only to receive a bucket of cold water in return.

You heard what Jinwoo said to Beru, when Beru asked if he really loved you. Beru didn't understand human love, but Beru could feel Jinwoo's feelings, he was curious.

You heard Jinwoo laugh. "No, Beru. I don't love her."

"Then why..?"

"She's useful, that's all. She can double my XP, and dating her is just a system quest."

Your eyes widened in shock. Disbelief and pain rushed over you. Your heart stops beating.

"The system gave me the mission, and the strategic advantage was too good to pass up. Double XP just for being by her side? I couldn't refuse."

You're just a tool.

The gift bag slipped from your numb fingers, falling to the floor with a thud in the middle of the apartment hallway, and Jinwoo clearly heard it. When Jinwoo ran to the door and saw you there, his horrified expression confirmed everything.

Looking at your pained face, looking at the tears, he realized that you must have heard what he said. He panicked, even though he didn't understand why he was like that.

"Baby, Y/n, I-", he reached out to you.

"Don't 'baby' me-", you yelled at him, tears still streaming down your face, choking your voice, "You bastard, Sung Jinwoo!"

You stepped back, tears blurring your vision. "Don't touch me."

"It's not what you think-"

"I've heard enough," you whispered, stepping back. "Our entire relationship was just a mission for you. A way to level up faster."

"That's how it started, but-"

"But what?" Your voice caught. "Were you ever going to tell me? Or was I just a tool to power you up forever?"

"I love you," Jinwoo said, his voice desperate in a way you had never heard before.

"Love me?", you laughed sarcastically. "No! You just wanted to use me, that was your goal from the start."

Jinwoo's eyes turned bitter, his hand still reaching out to you, but he couldn't say anything more, because he had somehow written that you were right, that his original purpose of approaching you was to level up faster.

"But-"

"I loved you. Deeply," you cut him off. "But you were the one who destroyed this love." You pointed at your heart, laughing bitterly. "Destroyed my heart."

Jinwoo struggled to breathe after swallowing hard because his tears threatened to escape. Deep guilt weighed down on him with the strength of steel shackles that constricted his movements.

You picked up the gift bag from the floor and threw it at his chest hard. "Today was our one year anniversary, you fucking bastard!" You broke down in tears and ran off, leaving Jinwoo staring at the door, bewildered and alone.

Jinwoo stood still like a statue, his fingers still trembling where you had pushed him away. The act of throwing the gift bag at his chest didn't hurt him, but your words did. It hurt like a knife cutting straight to the bone.

He bent down and picked up the bag. Inside was the expensive watch you had worked overtime to buy, and a thick album. He opened it.

The first page was a photo of the two of you together on an autumn evening walk, you smiling brightly, your hand tightly clasped with his. The next page was your neat handwriting. 'Every moment with you, I cherish. I don't know what the future holds, but right now, I'm truly happy...'

His hands clenched the album. He felt his chest tighten, his breathing becoming heavy. In his mind, he kept hearing your footsteps as you walked away, your sobs, your calling him 'a bastard'.

Why did his heart hurt so much?

He should have been happy. The quest system was complete. His level increased dramatically. But none of it mattered anymore.

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It all started about two years ago, when Jinwoo received a strange mission from the system.

The familiar blue light of a notification flashed in Sung Jinwoo's vision, interrupting his fighting stance. He paused, letting the notification expand before his eyes as his darkness dissipated around him.

[Misson: Heart's Power]

[Description: Form a bond with [Y/N]. Her presence will double the experience points you gain from all sources.]

[Reward: XP multiplier is 2x when near L/n Y/n]

[Failure: None]

[Accept?]

[YES] [NO]

Jinwoo's eyebrows rose in surprise. The system had never given him a personal quest like this before. He knew who he was - a mid-level hunter who had caught his eye during the recent guild negotiations. But a romantic relationship for XP? It seemed ridiculous. But the rewards were too tempting to pass up.

"Double XP," he muttered to himself, already calculating how much faster he could level up with such a reward. It was too valuable to pass up.

Since then he has been trying every way to get close to you.

The Hunter Association headquarters buzzed with activity as hunters prepared for their upcoming raid mission. Jinwoo spotted you sitting alone in the cafeteria, reviewing documents while casually stirring a cup of coffee. Perfect opportunity.

As he approached, several nearby hunters fell silent, eyes widening as they watched him purposefully walk across the room. Jinwoo paid them no attention, focusing solely on his target.

He called out your name, standing in front of your desk.

You looked up, clearly startled to see the infamous S-Rank hunter standing before them. Your coffee spilled dangerously close to the edge of your cup.

"H-Hunter Sung!!!???" you stuttered, quickly setting your spoon down. "What can I help you?"

Jinwoo sat down in the chair opposite you without being asked to. Several nearby hunters were now staring.

"I have noticed you," he said bluntly.

Your eyes widened. "Me? Why?"

"The way you handled the Gangnam Station incident last month. You led your team so well despite the surprises." Jinwoo maintained a stoic expression while his eyes radiated his determination. "Very few hunters possess the ability to adapt so rapidly."

Your cheeks flushed. "I was just doing my job. Anyone else would-"

"No," Jinwoo interrupted. "They wouldn't. Most hunters panic or freeze when their plans go awry. But not you." He leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice. "I need someone who shares perspective. Someone who can see what others miss."

You looked confused. "To raid?"

"Dinner," Jinwoo replied. "Tonight. 8pm at Haru."

Your mouth fell open. People needed to book their reservations at Seoul's upscale Haru restaurant at least a month ahead since it maintained premium pricing. More importantly, had Jinwoo just asked you out?

"I... um..." you tried to form a coherent answer.

"Do you have other plans?" Jinwoo asked, his expression calm but somewhat challenging.

"No, but-"

"Then I'll see you at 8." Jinwoo stood up abruptly. "Wear something nice."

He turned and walked away before you could react, aware of the whispers breaking out around the cafeteria.

Jinwoo smiled to himself. Step one was done. Now he just had to make her fall in love with him within a week. For double the XP, he could do that. It was just another quest, after all.

That evening, Jinwoo arrived at Haru ten minutes early, wearing a black suit that his sister Jinah had helped him pick out. He rarely dressed formally, preferring practical clothes suitable for combat, but the quest parameters were clear. This wasn't a combat quest; it was a seduction quest.

You arrived at exactly 8pm, looking nervous but elegant in your outfit. Jinwoo found himself actually enjoying the sight, a fact that surprised him. He thought the quest would prove less monotonous than he initially imagined.

After sitting at your private table with Han River view you expressed yet again your confusion about being here. "I still don't know why I am here."

Jinwoo looked you straight in the eyes. "I want you to."

"How so? We've hardly talked before today."

Jinwoo had his answer ready. He couldn't reveal the true reason, but he needed something that sounded true.

"We frequently face death in our profession," he said, in a low voice. "That makes us ponder on life... And on what's worth living for." He stopped, looking closely at you. "I've been alone for so long. Only thinking about getting stronger. But, to be honest, I've recently figured out that strength isn't the only thing worth living for."

That wasn't a total lie, actually. Those words seemed true as he was telling you.

You stared at him, totally astonished. "So you came to the conclusion that I'm part of these unexpected new good things of life?"

Jinwoo allowed himself a little smile. "You're not like the other hunters. You're not threatening me and you're not trying to use me."

You started laughing gently. "Most people would say that I'm not interesting enough for you."

"Most people are stupid," Jinwoo decisively replied.

That yielded him a big, honest smile from you, and Jinwoo suddenly felt a little satisfied to see it. "Forget about this hunter story. Tell me something about yourself that doesn't involve dungeons or monsters."

As you spoke, Jinwoo found himself genuinely listening - not only to fulfil his task, but actually because he was intrigued. Maybe that mission would be more interesting than what he thought.

The infamous Hunter Sung Jinwoo continued to pursue you after that first dinner. Your relationship developed quickly. But what started as a calculated move began to feel more natural than he expected. You were smart, observant, and could make him laugh in a way that few others could.

To you, it was like a dream. Jinwoo himself had noticed you. Every moment together felt magical, watching Jinwoo slowly open up, revealing glimpses of the person behind that fearsome reputation.

You accompanied him on less risky raids, providing support and strategy while Jinwoo's power grew exponentially thanks to the double XP he gained from being with you. Months passed, Jinwoo confessed to you, and you accepted him with love and joy. He invited you to join more raids, brought you to guild meetings, even let them wait nearby during training sessions.

You thought he loved you. You believed him that he didn't want to leave you for even a second. You were infatuated with him without a doubt.

But sadly, it was all a lie.

All to maximize his profits.

How funny your life is.

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Since he turned into a Hunter Jinwoo had never felt powerless regarding his destiny but now faced this experience. He stopped participating in raids, stopped training, stopped leveling up. No more hunting sessions. No more plans to climb the ranks. He let everything go, because everything was meaningless without you.

There was only silence.

And a blank screen with no answer on the other end of the line.

How many times had he called you? Ten? Twenty? Hundreds? He couldn't remember. When phone calls rang unanswered for long periods he experienced a sensation of someone choking his breath and squeezing his lungs.

You blocked his number.

You requested to be transferred to a branch of the Hunter's Association in another district. A place so far away that no one would hear the name 'Sung Jinwoo' every day.

When Jinwoo arrived at your apartment, the place that held countless memories, all that greeted him was cold emptiness.

The room had been cleaned out. Not a single photo. Not a single letter. Not a single trace of you. It was as if you had never existed in his life. As if you had never been important enough to be kept in any of your memories.

And then, ironically, the System appeared, as if in mockery.

[MISSION STATUS: UNCOMPLETED]

[Return to L/n Y/n to continue receiving double XP.]

He chuckled. A bitter, tired laugh.

That was all the system saw in you, a reward, a utility, a temporary 'buff' in a never-ending game.

But Jinwoo did not. For the first time since he had gained his power, he chose not to use it. He had gained countless experience points while being with you, both in battle and in real life. But now, he let it all gather dust. No distribution. No stat increases. No skills added.

Why?

Because each of those numbers was the harshest reminder of how he had traded your heart for them.

He stopped participating in raids. He refused invitations from the Association. He did not respond to messages from other Hunters. Even when high-level gates appeared, Jinwoo remained on the sidelines. The darkness no longer swallowed his enemies like before, it swallowed him.

The shadows sensed it. They could no longer hear the King's cold, steady voice. They felt empty.

One night, Beru, the most loyal shadow, the one who had known no fear, finally couldn't bear it and approached Jinwoo. He was sitting alone in the dark room, the phone screen emitting a dim light, displaying the last text message from his friend. "Happy one year anniversary!"

Beru knelt down. "My King," he said, his voice trembling slightly, "This humble one does not understand. Why don't you hunt? You will become weak. The world still needs you..."

Jinwoo raised his head, his tired eyes staring into space. "Because power has no meaning without her."

The words were simple, but Beru fell silent.

Throughout his life as a hunter, Jinwoo had lost so much: his father, his youth, his freedom. But he had never truly understood the meaning of loss, until you left. Not dead, but alive, but gone forever from his world. Quietly, Jinwoo looked back at everything he had: power beyond the reach of ordinary people, fame, money, power.

But without you, all is just a mountain in the middle of the desert.

He whispered something that no one heard, except the shadows around him, and the dark night sky. "I wish I had never taken that mission, I wish I had just loved you, as a person."

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The news was broadcast on every channel. A giant gate had appeared in the center of Seoul, unleashing monsters of unprecedented power. All S-rank hunters had been summoned immediately. The situation was dire, with analysts predicting catastrophic casualties if the gate was not controlled within a few hours.

Go Gun Hee, the President of the Hunter Association, personally called Jinwoo. "We need you, Hunter Sung. Korea needs you."

"I will help on one condition," Jinwoo replied. "Bring Y/n to me."

The President was silent for a moment. "Is this really the time for a private conversation?"

"That's my condition," Jinwoo said firmly. "No Y/n, no Sung Jinwoo."

A few hours later, you were escorted into the emergency command center, where all the hunters and top officials had gathered. Their eyes were dull, lacking the spark that Jinwoo had once found so alluring.

You hadn't expected a call from the Hunter Association, much less from Chairman Go Gun-Hee himself. When he explained the situation, the disastrous gate, and Jinwoo's request, your first instinct was to refuse.

"He's using me again," you said bitterly. "Just another tool to get what he wants."

"I understand your feelings," the elderly chairman said, his voice serious. "But the pain of one person cannot be greater than the lives of millions. Please, the city needs you."

Those words echoed in your mind as you were escorted into the Association's conference room. All of Korea's top hunters were present, their faces dark as they contemplated the impending disaster. No one looked you in the eye.

And then Jinwoo appeared, standing apart from the others, his eyes shining as you entered. The sight of him, skinnier, with dark circles under his eyes, made your heart clench in betrayal. As your eyes met his, Jinwoo slowly knelt before you. Around him, the shadows of himself, Beru, Igris, and everyone else, also appeared and knelt, bowing to you as if you were their queen.

The room was completely silent.

Through his broken voice Jinwoo spoke to you saying "My dear and tender....Utter a single word and I will fulfill your every wish."

Your eyes remained fixed on the scene in front of you. Behind you, Chairman Go Gun-Hee cleared his throat in annoyance.

"Hunter Y/n," he said, "Understand that one life is not important when we can save so many."

Those words, so similar to what he must have said to Jinwoo, hit you like a physical blow. You looked around the room, at all the hunters avoiding your gaze, at Go Gun-Hee's annoyed yet determined expression, at Jinwoo still kneeling before you.

And something inside you broke.

"A person's life doesn't matter," you repeated, your voice hoarse. "Is that what I am to all of you? A tool to be used when convenient?"

Your eyes, once shining with admiration for these hunters, now became dull. The temperature of the room seemed to drop as the hunters shifted uncomfortably under your gaze.

Chairman Go Gun Hee shifted uncomfortably, suddenly realizing the potential mistake he had made. The atmosphere in the room was changing, not just because of Jinwoo's presence, but because of what you represented to him. If you decided to reject this manipulation, if you turned your back on all of them in this vulnerable moment...

The lights in the command center flickered as Jinwoo's aura began to dim, reacting to your distress. Everyone present felt a chill run down their spines as they realized: in trying to manipulate you, they might have made the enemy much more dangerous than the monsters pouring through the gate.

The room fell silent again.

Suddenly, an explosion sounded from outside the window, a part of the gate had broken off, and giant creatures began pouring out into the streets, screaming madly. Every screen in the room showed one thing.

Seoul was falling.

An S-rank Hunter shouted, "We don't have time! Hunter Sung-"

"Shut up," Jinwoo growled softly, not taking his eyes off you. He was still waiting for your decision.

The entire room seemed frozen. They couldn't give Jinwoo orders. They couldn't confront Jinwoo either. All they could do was wait for you to speak.

You looked out the glass door, where the sky above Seoul was tearing apart, where the screams of people echoed like a death knell. You knew that if you said one word, just one word, Jinwoo would unleash darkness, destroying all those creatures in a matter of minutes.

You know, if you silently turn away from this place, the world might not have a second chance.

You take a deep breath. "Jinwoo."

He reacts immediately, eyes wide.

"I won't forgive you. Not now. Maybe never."

"...I understand."

You explain to the other hunters that you do not want innocent people to endure harm because of our conflict. "I'm not doing this for you. I make this decision because children need protection from the senseless violence around them."

Jinwoo performs an earnest deep bow which symbolizes his commitment to a goal beyond his own survival.

"Go out," you say softly.

And so, Jinwoo walks away. Black light billows out with each step he takes, darkness erupts, hundreds of black shadows tearing through space as they rush out of the base.

Every hunter, every person in the room gasped as they watched the scene unfold like a flood of darkness pouring down on the city. Jinwoo didn't need them anymore. He just needed you to speak up.

And you did. Even though your heart was still broken. Even though your trust was still broken.

After this, would you forgive him?

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Note: This request was sent on April 13th and I started writing it about 2 days later, but I'm just now finishing it. I'm sorry Anon 😭😭

I feel like I have posted so many angst lately??

[miniaturesuitgladiator]

Batfam x Neglected Mortal

Kombat reader

Notes: This is part twelve to lucid dreams. The other parts are on my masterlist.

Warnings: death blood grave yard. Grief. Not proofread.

The angels pity humans and their stupidity. But what do the gods think?

Maybe they think your weak, unable to conceal your emotions. Or maybe they love the gift of dying envy your mortality.

Envy dying.

Dying has always been seen as something beautiful .

Your last moments on this earth were supposed to feel peaceful.

Atleast to the person who was dying....but to the person who loved them?

Oh they died just as much that day.

But they still walk the earth just the same the next morning.

Yes, death was probably beautiful to the dead. But to the living it was pain.

You understood dead at an earlier age. Having attended plenty of funerals for people you hardly knew.

People didn't cry at funerals here.

No, that was for the weak. Here funerals were to celebrate their achievements how much they were honored. How great they were!

Maybe angels were right to pity humans for their stupidity.......And you learn that today.

Blood tainted the pure white snow from every angle. The once beautiful oak trees had cold beaten bodies pressed against them.

The air was cold and smoke filled the air. Cuts covered your skin as you fought, fought, fought.

Everyone was fighting. This was it. The war.

Alliances were made brother betrayed brother. While most women with their children afraid to be brought into the war. While other women fought alongside their men just as ambitious to win.

Kids would become orphans and mothers would become widows.

Those who live would be as tainted as the snow was in blood ,but no one cared for that right now.

No, everyone wanted to win.

You don't remember when your vision had gotten so blurry or when you couldn't think straight your body was moving on instinct.

But a voice brings you back into place.

"Sister!"

"Sis!"

No, make that two voices.

The first was kion and you look to your left to find him leaning against a tree. A man double his size smiling wickedly at him. No doubt he was planning on killing your brother.

But before your feet could move you look to your right. And there's Jason. Your Jason.

He's laying down a sword to his neck but he's screaming for you to help him. Injuries cover both of their bodies fear indented into their little child eyes but they only yell for one person.

You.

Who to chose? Your mind doesn't have time to think and you heart breaks at either choice.

By the time you know realize who you chose it's too late. You already killed the man who was going to kill Jason.

You chose Jason. Well, more like your instincts did right?

It's a reasonable decision. Jason was weaker then Kion. He didn't know how to survive here.

Kion was stronger he'd last a little longer then Jason would've right?

Long enough for you to help him to right?

Wrong.

Turning back to where kion was you see him.

He's slumped against a tree sword through his chest ,eyes struggling to stay open.

This was it.

You decided.

You decided that blood wasn't thicker then water.

Your reach him before his head hits the ground and he's in your arms. He doesn't look in pain but the sword in his chest tells you it's just a facade.

Another wall not to look weak.

His face is covered in blood and bruises. His voice a weak tremble compared to his normal tone.

"I lied..... I am afraid to die sister."

So weak. So quiet. So not Kion.

Your breath hitches and your blinking so fast to keep in the tears because you know he hates when you cry.

"It's okay...... your not gonna die." You say but it's not really a sentence, it's more like a prayer.

'Please don't die, please don't die!' Is what you want to say ,but you won't. It'd be selfish.

His last words aren't angry. Aren't selfish. He acts as if he doesn't even care that you chose Jason over him.

Your own brother, your own blood.

"Don't forget me....please?"

Even in his last words he's still begging for your attention.....

His eyes close for the last time before you get to answer. His small chest stops moving and a for a moment so does your own.

If you didn't know any better you'd say someone had snuck behind you and took your heart out from your chest. Because that's what this moment feels like.

You hold him close against your chest feeling his small cold body against yours. All he ever wanted was your approval.....

Warm hands wraps around your stomach pulling you tight. Your quick to push them away but they come back again holding you tighter.

Then you feel it.

The snow isn't as cold..and it doesn't smell like blood anymore....

Your eyes open and your still in your bed Kions still asleep agianst your chest.

Kions still breathing.

The silk sheets beneath you add to your comfort but your hearts still aching.

"You'll never have to fear death kion....." You whisper your voice sounds just like it did in the dream soft like prayer.

Lucid dreams,

They always haunted you nomatter the day. But this was different. It was something you didn't know you feared.

How would you ever chose between Jason or Kion?

In this dream you chose Jason ,but what if you had chosen Kion? Would you still feel the same brutal regret?

As you closed your eyes you prayed for two things. That you wouldn't have any more dreams for the night.

And that you'd never have to choose between your two brothers......

The sun shined brighter the next day.

Almost like an apology gift from the heavens for the bad dream last night.

The pure white snow wasn't covered in blood and the air wasn't as cold.

"Do you ever lose?" Your mentor taunts smiling at you as he circles your stance.

You knew he was referring to your fight with Azrael.

Everyone was impressed without your skills and it seems that includes your mentor as well.

"She's a Hasashi. Winning is in her blood." Your father speaks up ,and your head snaps to him as he stands before you.

He continues speaking and his voice is different....not angry or upset....just confused.

"We saw how she fought without her powers...now let's see how she does with them."

Your mentor nods giving you space as your sparing partner prepares to fight you.

"Don't hold back." Your father says backing away to give you space but close enough so he can watch.

Your sparing partner however looks far to young. Well he's about the same age as you ,but he looks weak.

Though the young boy looked scared he's the first to throw a punch and you easily dodge and manage to throw him on the ground within a second.

"I said use your powers." Your father states commandingly.

"My fire would kill him."

Your words are simple but true. Your fire would easily destroy the young looking boy.

"Doesn't matter. Don't hold back." Your father says stepping forward daring you to disobey him.

The boy doesn't even flinch at your father's words. As if he already knew he was dead.

He tries to keep the a tough face but you see how his form is slightly shaken how his eyes dart around nervously.

"I won't kill someone who doesn't it." You say and voice is strong and it matches perfectly with how your father sounds.

You can tell everyone's amused by what you said. Because since when does a Hasashi not kill?

"Why do you do this? Why do hold back?"

Ah, now you've done it. Your father's angry. You haven't seen or made him angry in years and for a moment you feel just like you did when you were a kid. Scared.

But your not that kid anymore. So you puff out your chest and stand tall showing no sign of fear. But your father begins speaking before you can answer his first question.

"Why don't you hit first in a fight?"

"Does it matter?" You state tilting your head but your voice still carries that strong venom.

"Of course it does!" His voice echo through the whole training area and even other soldiers who were training flinch at the sound of his voice.

All eyes are on you now. Waiting for you to face his wrath like many others have.

Like you have before.

"I don't know how." You state simple but your not backing down. Far from it.

Your father sighs clearly expecting this answer he replies.

"Of course you don't."

"I was taught this way by my grandfather.....it was easier not to hurt my opponent this way."

Your words shock everyone agian. Because everyone here spared like their opponent was the enemy not a friend.

You fought here to survive you understood that. But in gotham you fought to protect.

So your grandfather taught you how to fight softly. Not to say you couldn't fight rough but you chose not too.

"I still fight hard. I just use defense more the offense." But your words do nothing to calm the room or more importantly your father.

"Your a Hasashi. Our whole fighting technique is focused on offense." The older mentor says and you watch your father stare at you in disbelief. As if saying how could you not know this?

"No, it's focused on anger." You say simply.

Your were right of course but no one ever had the guts to say that. And to the king none the less.

"With anger or not. You will learn to fight with our technique ,and she will not stop until she perfects it." Your father says sternly glancing at your mentor as he walks out the training area ,clearly displeased with your technical abilities.

You scoff he really didn't change did he?

"I really am a fool aren't I? I thought you could change." Your words slip past your tongue before your mind has time to stop them from reaching your lips.

Your father freezes mid step and you don't need to look around the training area to see everyones worried faces.

"No, I'd be the fool to let you fight unprepared. I just got you back. I refuse to lose you." He doesn't turn around to face you and you wonder if he really means what he's saying.

But deep down you know he's being sincere your brain just won't let your guard down. Even if he's your father....

He continues walking as if you hadn't spoken at all. And you stand there deciphering his words.

"Let's begin ,princess."

"Yeah....."

The halls of the ancient palace were quiet the beautiful sun lowering beneath the horizon leaving that beautiful glow throughout the palace.

You walk through the halls your hands softly touching the walls of the place you once called home. Still quite not believing your finally back.

You hear steps and you don't need to look behind you to know the person ,because their already beside you before you can.

"Thank you...." He mumbles quietly almost ashamed.

This stops your steps as you turn to look at him puzzled because why would he be thanking you?

"I know you... you could've cut out my eye if you wanted to.... You spared me." Azrael says staring into your confused eyes.

"Well, you spared my eye." He continues.

"You clearly don't know me enough." You say softly. Your head turning to the side you didn't want to look at him. To look at his scare. The scar you gave him.

"I wanted a fair fight."

"I don't fight friends...." He whispers his voice quiet almost unsure of how he wanted to say it but he still says it confidently.

"Were still friends?" You ask tilting your head. Had this world not tainted his heart like the blood tainted his hands?

"When did we ever stop?" He asks copying your actions and tilting his head.

"When I gave you this." You mumble your hands tracing the outline of the scar that crosses his eye.

"This does not define are friendship.... you gave it to me. I'll wear it as a gift." Azrael mutters. His voice holding the kind of sincerity that you don't even need to question.

"Your delusional....." You say but your hand doesn't stop tracing his scar until his hand grabs your wrist gently. Not harsh. Never harsh.

"I prefer...grateful."

His rough but but gentle hands continue holding your wrist just loose enough that you could pull away if you wanted ,but you don't.

"And I prefer foolish."

Kion voice rings all the way from the other side of the long hallway. Your quick to pull your hand away like you touched something you shouldn't have.

Kions by your side before you can think of an excuse.

"Touch my sister agian and it'll be the last thing your hands ever touch." Kion says his eyes already burning with hatred for Azrael.

Azrael on the other hand doesn't even flinch at Kions threat or how Kion is getting in his face.

Between the two it was obvious Azrael was the better fighter even Kion knew that. But that doesn't stop your little brother from trying to nearly kill the boy.

"Kion. Enough." You warn almost embarrassed at your brothers actions.

"No, he doesn't get to touch you."

"And who decides that?" Azrael says his voice obviously teasing your smaller brother.

"Are father." Kion says like the snitch he is. And you roll your eyes at his childish tactics.

But Azrael freezes like a kid who got caught putting their hand in the cookie jar.

"Kion stop this. It's childish." You say groaning throwing a apologizing glance at Azrael.

"Childish or not you will not come near sister." Kion warns as he grabs your hands his eyes only leaving Kion to lead you down the hall..

"That's was unnecessary." You say your face contorted of confusion and irritation.

"No, he doesn't get the privilege of your time. Not after he hurt you." He points to the barely noticeable scar on your arm that's no longer bandage.

"It's a kitten scratch. It's nothing."

"It's not. It symbolizes that he doesn't care to hurt you."

And in this rather uncomfortable moment you realize that nomatter how hard you try and persuade your younger brother that Azrael was rather sweet. Your desperate please would never be heard.

So you stay silent as your brother leads you down the hall until you reach the gardens and he stops at the entrance.

"What are we doing here?" You mumble your eyes staring Intently at the beautiful flowers that the garden was full of.

"Oh...I forgot to tell you. Fathers waiting for you." Kion says sheepishly as he looks at you slightly embarrassed from his lack of memory.

"Oh......" You mumble your eyes no longer staring at the beautiful flowers that the rising moon shine its light on.

But your eyes go over the path that leads through the garden wondering what your father must want.

"I'll see you tonight...." Kion mumbles seeing that you probably aren't even listening to him as you walk down the beautiful flower path.

You don't respond to busy searching for your father as you walk down the path......

The path ends after a while of walking and for a while wonder if Kion took you to the wrong place. But then you see him.

He's not in his normal king attire. No, now he looks normally. Far to normal. To humble.

But you see why.

Seeing where he's standing. The place he plans to take you is nowhere where your clothes matter nor your status.

Because the people you visit here don't care about any of that......

"For a moment I almost thought you wouldn't come," He says his voice quiet almost like he's scared to frighten the people here. Or he's frightened of the people here.

You hum your steps now softer as your father leads you down a more narrow but lavish path.

Your father stops at the place you knew he would. You follow his actions on getting on your knees at the stone infront of you.

"I buried her here....I figured since she was family to you ,she deserved to be buried in the Hasashi grave yard."

He goes silent after that so unlike a king who always has something to say.

"If my grandfather was here....he'd kill you for doing this." You mumble your eyes trained on the sight of your grandmother's grave.

It almost felt like if you stared at it long enough you'd get a glimpse of her.

"Well he's not here. And I'm not seeking his approval. I'm seeking yours."

Your eyes never leave the grave and you barely catch what he's saying. The grave's nicer then what she would've had if she was buried anywhere else.

But you knew she would've preferred to be buried somewhere else. Somewhere she belonged.

"She hated these." You state your hands already clawing at the beautiful tulips planted around your grandmother's grave.

"She isn't here to comment on her grave...."

"She might be." You retort your hands still mindlessly digging up the flowers your grandmother would've never chosen.

"Stop it." Your father demands but your minds not listening as your hands continue working on taking out every flower off her grave.

"I said stop." He repeats his hands grabbing yours to stop your actions.

You blink. Once then twice.

You stay silent your hands still caged by your father's bigger ones.

"She's dead......let her rest."

"She's dead because you killed her."

Your voice doesn't come out as strong as you'd like ,more like a broken whisper ,but their strong enough to hurt your father's pride.

"I told you it was an accident..she was never supposed to be hurt."

"Accidents are meant to be fixed... you can't fix this." Your voice had long lost the venom now every word that past your lips was just...pain.

"I understand your hurt....but I thought-"

"You thought that burying her in a nice place would earn you forgiveness?" You mock your eyes finally meeting his.

"No, I thought you could forgive me....." He whispers his hands bawled into fist just like the are when he fights....

Truly you wish you could forgive him. Wish you could look past his faults and move on but your heart aches the same way it did the day she was killed when you look at her grave.

It's a nice grave but far to forced far to fake for her. She would've wanted something small with meaning......but here she lays with a meaningless grave.

It beaks you.

"You'll never forgive me will you?"

"When she's alive then I'll truly forgive you." You whisper your eyes returning to the grave your grandmother would've never agreed to.

But then again she doesn't have a choice anymore.....

You don't even truly realize the hurtful words that you just spoke. To focused on your own pain to see how much you just hurt your father.

"Do you know why we focus are fighting technique on anger?" Your father finally speaks up trying to ignore the pain on his chest at your cruel words.

"It's the easiest emotion to control...."

You know this but your mind doesn't want to speak. Atleast Not to him. So you stay silent and let him carry on with his meaningless conversation.

"Being anger is better then being sad."

You wish you agreed with his words. You wish you could think how he does. But the pull in your heart doesn't want hatred or anger...it wants peace.

It wants belonging. And right now you don't what you want. Or where you belong.

You don't want to be angry. You don't want to be like him. To become something your not. But something in the back of your mind tells you it'd be easier that way. Less pain. Less regret.

Just like him.

"Control your emotions. Don't let them control you." He says his voice calm but firm. Not harsh or rude.

His hands have let go of yours and your quick to pull them away.

He'll never forget what you said today. But he supposes that that's his punishment for hurting you this way.

"That's why you almost lost against Azrael..... because your emotions. They'll get you killed if your not careful...please be careful."

You hear what he's saying but your to focused on trying to keep your tears from falling to even care.

Your eyes are still focused on the ground so you don't see as he gets on his feet deciding to give you space. But you hear his last whisper before he walks away.

"I love you.."

It's such a quiet whisper your sure you heard him wrong. He obviously doesn't expect you to respond or say it back as he walks away with his head hung low as if you just broke his heart.

Well, you did break his heart.

Your hand begin working on taking out the tulips agian. You never really knew why your grandmother hated tulips they were rather pretty flowers to you.

But she hated them. You wonder if your fatger knew she hated them and he had them planned around her grave just to mock her. Or if it was accidental and the world was mocking you.

You blink fast trying to keep your tears from falling. You know this is ridiculous you should be over her death it's been years. You hardly remember her face....

But somehow that makes it even worse.

How can miss someone you hardly remember?

She hated when you cried, you remember that. Always the first to comfort you. Always.

She had soft brown hair and streaks of Grey from her aging. But she always blamed your grandfather for her Grey hairs saying he stressed her out.

You remember her laugh how sweet it was and how she never raised her voice at you but you feared her wrath just the same as your grandfather's.

She would never hit you. No, she was far to delicate to do that but just her being disappointed in you made you respected her.

You remember how she always did your hair even if it was diffrent from her own she'd learn how to do it.

Now looking back you realized how she was more your mother then the one you left in gotham.

She never got disappointed in you. Always praised you even for your mistakes telling you that mistakes make you better. They guide you to winning.

Being with her was easy you didn't have to seek her approval or beg for attention ,because she gave that to you freely.

You don't have a picture of her or painting but you wish you did. So you'd never forget the women who raised you.

One thing you'll never forget is the way she smelled. She smelled sweet deserts..

Her favorite desert were cakes so the house often was full of them.

She used to tell you when you were small that I'd you were ever lost follow the smell of her cakes. And they'll bring you back to her.

But you can't.

All you can do is stare at a cold stone and hope she's proud of whatever your turning into.

"The smell of your cakes are fading....and I..I don't know what to do."

The blows against your wet cheeks because nomatter how hard you try and fight them off the tears don't stop.

The breeze of the snowy night doesn't faze you ,it never did. But on nights like these where everything was quiet your body would always feel so cold.

Naturally it didn't make sense. Your body was literally fire. It was like the coldness made replaced the loneliness. It was your bodies way of distracting your mind from the pain.

Though you feel like shit and your heart hearts and you've had just about the worst day. The world doesn't stop. The birds still sing the wind still blows and night still passes.

Realizing this you stand wiping your tears, because despite your pain life still moves on.

Your life still moves on.

A little darker and sadder but it still moves on.

Looking up you freeze your wet teary eyes Looking at something strange.

Something that makes your whole world stop.

Your know what it is.

Or more importantly who it is.

You've seen them. Or we'll their eyes plenty of times.

Blue eyes stare deeply into yours unwavering waiting, watching. Trying to see what you'll do.

You don't move or flinch as the snow crunches under their wait as the move.

You just continue to stare at the monster known as Sub-zero.

He's so far away from you behind a tree not giving you a clear view of him, but it's him. You know it. His piercing blue eyes watch your every breathe.

Then just like you saw him. He was gone.

Like a ghost.

Your bodies quicker then your kind and before you know what you're really doing your feet run right were he was.

By the time you get there he's gone. That's to be expected but you don't stop. Not for second your body won't let you. And all your instincts all telling you to stop.

Screaming at you that this a trap.

But your feet still carry you as fast as they can following his foot steps in the snow.

Now if you were in your right mind you'd realize that he would've never left Tracks in the snow ,but sadly your not in your right mind.

So you continue following his tracks that he would've never left if he didn't want you to find him.

Eventually his tracks end and your breathing heavy and you dont quite know where you are.

So far into the snowy words and now it's snowing so heavily that you can barely make out what someones saying.

Then you hear it more clearly.

It's him the same man you once called your uncle.

And he's singing the same song you once loved.

Well he's humming it you'd probably be dead before you hear sub-zero sing.

He's still big and his muscles haven't changed and if you were anyone else you would be terrified of the big man. But surprisingly you arent.

He's calmly sitting in the snow. You see what he's doing. He's trying to make himself appear smaller less harmful. Why?

Your steps are quiet as you approach him blending into the wind. He's staring right at you and as you get closer everything inside you is telling you to run but you don't.

"You've gotten better little dragon."

You swallow your mouth going dry realization finally hitting you full force. This really was him wasn't it?

Looking back you can understand why people feared him so much before you didn't understand because to you he was harmless. He'd teach you how to fought how to kill but he always brought you gifts when he'd visit.

He has Grey hair now but not as much as your father. You suppose he was always more laid back then your father so it made sense.

"Have you gone mute dragon?" He teases his voice soft just like you remember.

Dragon. He always called you that. He's the only one who ever called d you that. It fitted you perfectly or in his eyes it did. So that's what he called since the day you were born.

How can this be the man who killed Kions mother? It didn't make sense but then again it didn't make sense why he's here right either.

"Why are you here?" You ask your voice softer then what you wanted. It didn't make sense you were supposed to hate him. Hate him for what he did....but why isn't he fighting you?

"You know I do everything for a reason ,dragon."

His words are true you they are. He's always one step ahead. And right now it's obvious he has you right where he wants you. Trapped.

You look around trying to hide the fear in your eyes with anger.

"Don't be scared....it's just you and I. You have my word."

"Your word doesn't mean anything anymore. So I'll ask again why are you here?!" You say your voice loud but shaky maybe someone will hear you if you speak loud enough.

But deep down you know your way to far for anyone to help.

"Simple. I wanted to see who's side your on."

Silence. Pure silence fills the air.

"..............what?"

"I said-"

"I heard what you said..... What do to mean?"

Isn't it obvious who's side your on? Shouldn't the whole world know by now? What kind of game is this sick man playing?

"Answer the question." He ask. His eyes never leave yours.

"My fathers."

"Then kill me."

What the hell going on? Your heads practically screaming 'it's a trap, it's a trap, it's it's trap.'

But still you push on.

"Nothings ever that easy."

"It can be....take your sword and kill me. No blood has to shed only mine. Do it."

Your grab your sword and hold it tightly in your hand.

"Do it." He says his voice strong. He's so confident....why?

So many questions fill your head. But only one reamians as you point the sword to his neck.

'Why is this so hard?'

"Why?" You ask your voice so quiet, so soft....and you watch as his blue eyes soften.

You sound just like you did before you left.

Like a child.

"If you truly think I'm guilty of what they say I am. Then kill me."

Your chest hearts the pain from earlier coming back ten times fold.

How can you do this? If you kill him you hurt yourself never knowing the truth. But if you don't kill him you hurt your entire clan ,or more important Kion.

"If not you then who?"

"I don't know...but I'd never hurt your father like this..."

He sounds so honest. But your hand still holds your sword to his neck.

"You'd do it for the throne......"

Your hand unconsciously pushes the sword harder against his neck.

"No I wouldn't..... you know this." He says his eyes so diffrent then what you'd expect from a killer.

They look honest and pleading. Pleading for you to give him a chance.

You sigh and pull your sword away from his neck.

Because despite your last name you can't kill a man who doesn't deserve it....

'Please let this be the truth.' Your thoughts say over and over again until he speaks up agian.

He stands, his voice still soft.

"Thank you...."

"Why would someone do this....."

You ask ,your so worried about everything ,to truly see how grateful he is that you actually believe him.

"If they wanted the throne they would've killed your father..."

"Then what do they want?"

"An empire to fall."

At the palace your father sits in his office calculating the plans for the war when guards knock.

"What is it?"

"We have unexpected guests. They would like to see you." The guard says as he opens the door.

"I don't have time for guest ,tell them to go away."

"My king I think you'll want them to stay."

Your father being fed up and frustrated at everything speaks up.

"Who is it?!"

"The princess's mother.....and her family."

Well this night could possibly get worse....right?

Well maybe the gods were right...dying was better then living.

You'll realize that soon.

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[jakezzgirlz]

love love love Jake who knows he's being manipulative, trying to coax you into a quickie because he just wants you so bad, knowing damn well it won't be quick, but also knowing you couldn't say no to him when he gives you that look. Or when he tells you how he just wants to have fun with his pretty girlfriend, how's that a bad thing :((

ೀ TOOK ME 5 FUCKING DAYS IM SO SORRY :c i also kinda went off track... PLEASE INTERACT IF YOU ENJOY!!

ᝰ.ᐟwarnings ¡ DARK THEMES, coercion, verrrryy bad jakey, manipulation, painful sex, cervix fucking, possesive jake, jake is an insecure asshole, quickies uhhhh idk

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He doesn't understand why you just cant be there for him when he needs you? He's always been there for you when you need to relieve some stress so why cant you be a good girlfriend and help him out? You'd guys would fuck like bunnies before but now you can barely spare 10 more minutes? Thoughts flood his head- maybe your not attracted to him anymore, or worse- maybe your seeing someone else. The thoughts plagued his mind even when he pushed them away because he cant stand the fact of you being with anyone else.

His fear of losing you warped into control, all because the idea of losing you was far more terrifying than the guilt of keeping you close by any means. Finding any way to claim you just to reassure himself that 'your not going''. You never even realized how you depend on jake. His voice calmed the noise in your head, and his presence was a kind of safety you couldn’t recreate on your own, jake knew you needed him, how much you depend and trust him. So he decides to use that to his advantage.

He'd disguise it as love, he’d isolate you gently, starting with casual comments like, "I just don’t think your friends really get you the way I do,” or "You always seem drained after seeing them—maybe you should take a break." Over time, you'd find yourself spending more time with just him, because it felt easier, safer. He’d play the role of your protector, framing himself as the only one who truly understood you, making you doubt your own judgment. When you were upset or anxious, not feeling energized enough for sex, just needing to rest. He’d flip it—“After everything I’ve done for you, and this is how you treat me?”— So you'd give in, letting him use your body no matter how sore or painful your core feels from his cock plunging deep, and filling you up with cum again and again.

Begging you before you leave to work for a quickie with his pleading eyes promising that he'll be quick. But behind those eyes is the need to claim you as his, to have you go outside with your pussy stuffed with cum-his cum.

Trying to talk to jake nowadays just turns to sex. Bringing up how you feel isolated and he will look at you crazy before he shrugs it off and kneels between your legs kissing you through your panties. Even when your pussy's still spasming and leaking out his cum- he'll make you miss the first half of your friends birthday party just to shove his cock down your throat... won't let you wash away the mascara that's running down your face.

At first, he might frame sex as a way to feel closer, saying things like, “I just want to be close to you. Isn’t that normal?” But soon, the choice would start to disappear. He’d push you past your comfort zone, brushing off hesitation with, “Why are you acting like this? Don’t you trust me?” or “You’re my girlfriend—you should want this too.” If you tried to set boundaries, he’d act wounded, withdrawn, or angry, forcing you to carry the emotional weight of “rejecting” him. Over time, sex would stop feeling like affection and start feeling like obligation—something she gave to keep the peace, to avoid conflict, or to prove her love. No longer taking his time with you, no more sweet words- just his cock bruising your insides-stretching you beyond belief, just his hands holding your head while he face fucks you. Looking at you with his beautiful brown eyes because he knows-you can't say no to him.

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[yourmessagehasbeendenied]

~LITTLE DEATH

tw; MDNI, nsfw content ahead, insecure!reader, chubby!reader, smut, masturbation, BTW IF YOU KNOW ME IRL NO YOU DONT SHUT UP

Were you living or just breathing? You couldn't decide anymore. It was fairly familiar to the older stories you read in books, except for one fact, - It didn't have a happy ending so far, no boyfriend or prince charming.

You considered giving up your life to be a nun, at that point. But you can't do that, cause you're not a virgin anymore. Though with the amount of experience you had? You could be considered one. People pretend they have happy lives for the sake of pretending, to keep up a facade, for some reason it's much more important than actually being happy. You weren't into that thing. You felt how you felt and always showed it, that was the good part about you. You've gotten the same thing your whole life. "No, you're.. A good friend, I just.. Wouldn't date you, in a million years." From all your friends. Until him, anyway. A strong military man as your neighbor? You bet your ass you were gonna drool over him. Who wouldn't? Those muscles, that mask you had a strange thing for, and the way he dressed, his silent nature, he was like the whole package! There was only one problem. You knew he would never go for you. Life was boring at all times. No boyfriend to keep you occupied, just a stupidly used vibrator and your hands. No sex, a dead-end job, minimum wage, and an apartment that wasn't exactly the best. Not that it was the worst, either, you couldn't exactly complain. You didn't see Simon around much, as much as you would've liked to. He had missions to go on, debriefs, he left for weeks, months. The only times you've ever seen him around was rare occasions, like holidays. But on a certain night, that changed. You were out at a bar, with your friends - figuring you could loosen up a bit. The clock hit midnight and figuring you wouldn't get laid anyway- you headed home.

And there he was, in the elevator, with you. But it was different this time around, you felt him looking at you. When you looked towards him, he looked straight into your eyes. Silence erupted the small elevator and it broke like glass being slammed on the floor when he spoke, "Your tits are half out in that. I wouldn't wear it again if I were you. I could practically rip them off of you with a finger." He said, and looked at you, still stared, like he said nothing to you.

And it flustered you. You haven't had sexual interactions with a man in years- how wouldn't it? You blushed, and tried to open your mouth but all that came out was a measly, "thanks" but what you were thanking him for? You had no fucking idea, and hoped he wouldn't ask. The elevator shortly after arrived and he went to his, and you went to your door. This was the first sexual sentence probably you've ever gotten from a man whom you actually find the most attractive, and it made you feel a certain way. So even if it wasn't with a man, you knew you'd have fun that night. All by yourself.

Or so you thought. ~~ Laying on his bed, watching the damn TV and trying to find at least one good show or movie to pass the time with, Simon was unsuccessful of finding anything worth his time, so he found the show he usually watched- Dr. House, re-watching for the 6th time this week.

Halfway through the episode, and he heard it. Faintly, more of a distant echo rather than something that's loud, but it caught his attention. It made him interested, it made him feel a certain type of way. Did he hear it right? Was he hallucinating things, too desperate? That's when he heard it again. Sweet. Honey-like, a fucking addiction that sound was, and in that moment he cursed the walls for being so paper-thin, where-as he could hear your moans. He felt like a fucking creep, listening and actually enjoying hearing the nice cute lady next door touch herself- but he couldn't help himself. He lowered the volume of the tv, only slightly so he could hear more - he figured if he could hear your moans, you could hear his TV. He didn't wanna make things suspicious - and he SURE as hell didn't want you to stop. He swallowed. He leaned up against the wall, and he felt pathetic for having his head back against it, listening to your moans, the vibration sound coming from your bedroom. And fuck, he hated it, he hated how turned on it made him- how aroused he was. He swore- he would just listen, there's no harm in that, right? But that idea was quickly ruined when you turned up the speed and moaned louder- figuring he couldn't hear or care- getting more confident. He started hating himself even more when he realized his cock was getting chubbed up just by the sound of your moans. Was he really gonna get hard over nothing? And especially over you? He can't help it. You sounded like a fucking pornstar, and that outfit you wore today just made everything worse. It made him feel so much worse, but he just couldn't stop his hands from reaching in, from reaching his boxers- and inside. He told himself- this isn't his fault, right? It's yours, yours and you should be punished, punished for reducing him to do this, for not making a move. But he was wondering, what the fuck were you imagining? But the thought made him angry- jealous, what if it isn't him? It made him feel strange. He brushed the thought off and listened to your moans, the rhythmic vibration- and he decided to match the pace. It felt more intimate, more deep- and it also made him feel like an absolute pervert, a dickhead, but it felt so good. He imagined you, your plump body, your tits, and how he would touch them. Hold you down, sit you on his lap in front of a mirror when he pounded inside you. Going faster. ~ Vibrations fastened up and your moans were louder than before, and as much as he started loving your moans more, he started hating himself more with each passing moment. Snapping out of it while touching himself- he swallowed and looked down at his body. "Fuck, what am I even doing? This is insane." He pulled his hands out of his pants, ready to button up- stop this madness because of his guilt. That's when the question in the back of his mind got answered- hearing it, faintly- but still his ears picked it up as the loudest sound. "Simon~" And all the guilt was suddenly forgotten when he practically gripped himself, he was sweating hard, blushing, did it suddenly get too hot in his room? Was it the air conditioning? He swore it was- he had to get it fixed. It definitely wasn't the fact he was touching himself to his sweet little neighbor who's the type to bring cookies and pretend everything is fine. He touched himself, to your rhythm again- to your moans. Imagining he was there with you- it made him feel less guilty knowing you did the same. Because fuck, he would love to be, he figured he'd just slam your door open in a few minutes to go over and fuck you himself- but he couldn't. He wasn't a creep after all, right? ..More like, not brave enough. Definitely a creep enough.

Your moans were heavenly for him. He couldn't hold it for too long anymore- he swore he almost came in his pants even when he heard you moan his name. He cursed under his breath, "Fuck, like a teenage boy," He whispered as he looked down at himself, entire body sweaty, red, hot. He should've stopped. He should stop. But he can't. "Simon, please take me. Please fuck me, please, please, make me yours, all yours-" God fucking damnit, was this a cruel joke on him? He swallowed. His hand worked faster than before and he was on his peak, when he tried to slow down- guilt creeping up again just slightly but not enough for him to care. He heard your moans, and he swallowed. Your begging. He wants to take you more than anything. He tried not coming in 5 seconds after that moan- and he was doing good, and that's when you fucked it up for him. You came. He heard you come- and he heard you scream practically. "Sir- y-yes, just like that! T-thank you sir!" You screamed like he was the one doing it to you, not the vibrator- and it fueled his god complex, his ego. He swallowed and that's when he hit. Head thrown back against the wall. He was breathing heavy, he was fucked up, sweaty, and his mouth fell open as he couldn't find an alternative fast enough to cover his own mouth, so he simply let it out. "Fuuuuuck baby, that's my good girl.." He came. It felt like death, like his mind was numb, like he was drowning. A little death - this was the hardest he's ever come. Silence, full on fucking silence- and for the first time he felt afraid. Did he fuck up? Did you hear him? Odds are you did, but if you didn't - he'll start thanking god on his knees. But even if you did, there was nothing he could do other than clean his own pants and the bed he made a mess on, and get ready for bed. He had a long night. And so did you. ~~ The next morning, you were in the elevator- coming home from buying groceries. Well, awkward, because he also was just doing the same and getting in. When he saw you go in he debated to just let the elevator pass and go on the stairs- but he realized that would just make it more awkward. So he swallowed and got in the elevator, holding his bag, while you held yours. He cleared his throat, staring at you up and down and looking away. This time you spoke, and it was like a knife cutting through the tension. "...So, rough night, huh?" He didn't even hesitate before he immediately without a second of breathing said, "For fucking sure."

A/N: yeah nah idk anymore, possible part 2 might be coming, also for my babies who dont know, just search up the meaning of little death, love yall

[socksdoeswrites]

omg new ideas keep flowing within me 💆‍♀️ can you do reader getting hurt really bad and they start crying for their bf, the jjk boys. you can decide how you want to write it, in a story like form or in an smau where it’s like someone else texting from the readers phone. THANK YEWWW XX

an: the emoji is sending me lmaooo! i most definitely can! you already know i love my jjk men :))! i decided to do a short story thing. i figured it'd be a little more detailed. when people ask for things like this im gonna start locking the fuuuuuuck in. don't wanna leave you pookies unsatisfied!!! you guys deserve the best of the BEST! so, lemme stop yapping, and get to this writing! my writing flow can no longer be stopped guys. im in for real. xoxo!

parings: satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, and you!

tags/warnings: cursing, fluff, angst, cliffhanger (im sooooooryyyy i thought it'd be fitting), spoiler!!! tojis is a little... different, i decided to only do the men men in this, but if you want me to add yuuji and megumi, and the others please lmk!, i think thats all!! i really hope you enjoy! (guys, idk if you know the song, "die your daughter", but i listened to that on loooooop writing this.)

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satoru gojo

he didn't know where to look. his mind racing with different thoughts, bad thoughts. his vision wasn't focusing. under each pile of garbage, he listened carefully. a whimper, a scream, a something. he begged and pleaded to himself.

"c'mon, baby. c'mon..."

satoru knew had to be in this area. his heart shattered when a gut-wrenching scream flooded his ears. immediately turning to the sound, and if his heart couldn't break anymore, you lay there. a pipe piercing you through your stomach. blood pouring from the open wound. you hadn't noticed him until his broken voice murmured your name...

"y/n..?"

your head slowly moved to the side, as you connected your gaze with his, you yelled.

"t-toru! "

he wasted no more time bolting towards you. he gently moved your head into his lap. a string of curses fell from his lips as he looked around you. the whimpers and groans in pain melting his heart. he didn't know how to help you at that very moment. all he did was caress your cheek.

"y-you're okay... you're gonna be okay, sweet girl. i have you... i'm gonna help you, okay? stay awake for me, yeah?"

you couldn't help but cry and scream, as he tried his hardest to gently cradle you in his arms. if he wanted to get you out of this alive, he had to move you, and quick. desperately gripping onto his shoulders. the metal pipe still piercing your soft skin. he knew exactly who to take you to. it was just a matter of getting there that scared him...

suguru geto

"where the fuck is she?"

that seemed to be the only thing racing through suguru's mind. he felt disgusted with himself that he wasn't able to take care of you like he had promised so many times. the staff from the hospital trying their hardest to calm the raging man down, until he heard it.

the piercing scream from a certain room. your scream. he wasted no time pushing past the staff, sweating as he prepared himself for what he was about to see. no amount of preparation could prepare him for the sight of your bruised and beaten body lying there helplessly. you begged and cried, for him. you had been begging for him this entire time, and he just showed up. talk about tough luck. the guilt completely gnawing at him, until your pain-filled eyes met his...

"s-sugu.."

your voice was hoarse and raspy, and what broke him even more, was the small grabby hands you made at him. he felt like the shittest man alive, as he rushed to your side, leaning his forehead on yours. he held you tighter with each noise you made. he caressed your face gingerly. sorrow filled eyes were the last thing you seen before passing out...

kento nanami

each cough that left your throat burned as if you drank a full body of whiskey in one sitting. the smoke blazed and screamed around violently. you continued to push through.

"k...ken!" a cough followed shortly after.

your screams seemed to fall on no ears as you tumbled through the broken and disaster-filled city.

"baby! p-please!! where!," a coughing fit tore from your lungs.

"where are you?!"

it seemed almost hopeless to keep screaming. your body being bruised and bloody as you had to drag yourself from the rubble. you knew if you didn't get out of this soon it's be the end for you. you begged and cried to yourself to keep moving. to drag your body a few more steps.

"y/n!"

looking up, you saw the man you had been begging for this entire time run straight for you. you couldn't help but weakly smile, and as your vision blurred, your body began to fail. you fell forward into the arms of your loved one... that seemed to be the only thing you remember before black...

toji fushiguro

"ma, you gotta breath for me."

toji's voice rang in your ears as you looked around the room hopelessly. you were on fire, hot to the touch, and all you could do was sit there and scream. you had screamed for this kind of pain to stop, for some sort of relief. this wasn't normal at all. the doctors voices around you discussing matters in a quick tone as they tended to you.

"toji!"

"i'm here."

every time you took your eyes away from his, he stayed focused on your movements focussed if you needed him, if you needed anything.

"you're almost there, pretty. c'mon, keep looking at me..."

with one final cry out... the pain subsided... and the cry of your baby was the only thing flooding your ears... your vision returned back to normal, to see your beautiful baby boy lying on your chest... and toji kissing your sweaty forehead...

"hey, you... took you long enough..."

[shuenkio]

Zero o'clock — 니키 🎆☄. *. ⋆

Paring: Ex-bf Ni-ki X M!reader

Synopsis: Will he ever be here again with you, on the new year countdown at the same spot? When both of you already broke up? Would he? Genre: Angst but happy ending. Cw: curse or more? Non proof read | English is not my first. This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

It has been months ever since you broke up with your so-called boyfriend. And the reason behind this was the right person wrong timing however there was a hint which you never noticed that NIKI still longing for you no matter what the cause, even though both of you knowing that no one had the time to even spare one attention or affection,

Let alone suffering to this point where everyone part ways.

Where was home when you wanted him? Then there he was, out there busy with whatever project schedule he had with his friends, at first all he says was it only takes a few weeks nevertheless the week turns into months, months. And why is that? You caught him red hand where he's hanging out freely in the club, but that's not enough, the fact there was girl and boy by his side, both of his hands clinging on their shoulders? it's not even funny at all when you found him there when you were there for running errands. It was a suffering sight to encounter that could make you tear blood. The first time you thought your first love was meant to be last yet it was wrong. Heart ache is not a strong word to even describe how bad you felt it more than that.

And when he asked why would you break up with him? Simple,

"we're not the right one"

At the campus, the new year's countdown celebration. There were people, countless students presence to celebrate together. The night filled with the blank less cloud that let the full moon shine through the earth.

You were there, the same spot again where you used to stay close with your lover but it was all in the memory now. Something really did not stay the same despite how good it was, never meant to be ?. Your friends asked you if you'd come along with them so you won't feel lonely but you politely decline, need time for yourself though you were not alone anymore, this is a festival after all, definitely feel lonely.

Little did you know, Ni-ki were already there, from a distance not so far away. He'd determine that you'll never spend this memories year alone. He will make a change tonight.

It hurt him the day both of you decided, he begged, asking for forgiveness, mercy, spare for time to be a better boyfriend again but it was never that easy, a broken glass can't be pieces with glue easily. Earning back your trust that could cost more than just words, is the only way.

And he knows that, seeing you with somebody else only to make him jealous, furious, does not sit right. That person will never be anybody but him only. The love that he built for God knows how long a waste will never be — He was such a selfish person for love. Stupid crazy in love with his ex-boyfriend.

"Hey" a familiar voice utter. You know instantly who he was, didn't even bother to turn around. It was awkwardly silent. Playing hard to get on his nerve, Ni-ki palm grip on your slump shoulder as he turns you to face hum.

"You do not have the right to ignore me" his finger points at your face like a threat, he was true to his words and there was no more funny business in him anymore — which makes you unsure and not a single word left your lip. You stood there with him hover, like a shield. The same spot, the same jacket he wore that day, nostalgia hit you in the gut that drew tears to your eyes, you couldn't control any longer.

On the other hand, Ni-ki knows you too much to the fact he wasn't even surprised, and was expected you would be a cry-baby, forever his cry-baby.

"I fucking hate you, why can't you just leave me alone? You always bother me so much when I am trying to move on" the dawn has fallen, but you were so strong that nobody can read your expression to assume.

"Hate me all you want, because hear this M/n! I don't A no as the answer, hm? "

I will apologize, make it up to you till the day I die if I have to, but our relationship never ended since that day you decided— *sigh*

say it, I need you to say what is on your mind hon, you don't have a choice, no one will understand you like I do, go grab your sack and explore the world, you will never whether you like it or not we stuck" Ni-ki manipulate again, he will always use this card and it always work. You want it, want to say that how toxic this relationship or him was, you will still be too deep, drowning in his love that can't be surface — and the fact he also did the same but the once time mistake, killed your trust.

This time you no longer hold in anymore, you cry in his face, salty tears streaming down on your beautiful cheeks that can only be seen by him, one and only. They say you only show your true color with your lifeline and here we are.

"Fine... You won me again, you moron"

Ni-ki won. The only victory that he feels like he won in life. He'd vow from the earth to heaven he never made his boyfriend carry the weight of pain again. As Ni-ki slid his fist down and grabbed you by the waist and held you close into a warm embrace, while he covered you in his long jacket, nobody would see your vulnerability. Your head against his heart, just feels right than the cure of cancer.

"M/n you will always love me and will always, say yes to me and I will kill for you, I'm sorry I make you went through shit, this time I'm pinky promise you, yaksokkhae?"

"Yaksokkhae" (promise)

His hand was tight in yours; fingers intertwined like a promise. He knew you knew he’d never let go. Not now, not ever. There was a feeling in the air not quite peace, not quite ache, something in between. As fireworks bloomed against the midnight sky, painting color into the dark, the moment etched itself into something permanent. This place wouldn’t become just a memory. He was here. He would always be here. And you would never have to stand alone again.

That’s zero o’clock love — the kind that starts again and again when everything else resets.

A/n: It been a while since i write angst, but never real angst but now it here with my love- Ni-ki san... I know some parts may be awkward but i hope you can understand ever single sentences, and for the cover thank to my love @angelsfat3 mwah. Also, happy 1 year's writer debut on tumblr... May 1st.

[cherrygirlfriend]

─── YOU'VE GOT MAIL .ᐟ

...or him dreaming of you.

★ pairing.ᐟ frat!rafe x nerd!reader

★ summary.ᐟ rafe cameron is the golden boy of kildare university; certified frat boy, captain of the football team, relentless party animal with lines of girls to sleep with.

reader couldn't be more different; while she has the best grades in the whole school, she suffers from social anxiety disorder, and her social life is limited to her three best friends and the cat she secretly snuck into her dorm room.

both of them decide to join the anonymous chatroom for their campus, and start talking to one another, a friendship starting to form between the two; but neither of them know how different the other is.

★ author's note.ᐟ this is a bit of a fluffy filler… i have something exciting coming for them it makes me giggle!!

YOU'VE GOT MAIL!

the fall break was coming up, and so far, the only plan you had was to crash over at vivian's place, fully aware that you were less than welcome to go home to your parents. you were on your laptop, your messages with MalachiConstant open on KildareUChats.

YOU: you got any plans for over the break?

MalachiConstant: yeah, a bunch of us are going to our buddy's lakehouse.

YOU: geez, i'm jealous.

MalachiConstant: well i'd invite you to tag along but i'm pretty sure your response would be 'i'd rather die'

YOU: you know me so well, vonnegut. YOU: nah, my plan is to go to my friends' place, we're just gonna spend the entire week playing video games and watching really bad romcoms while eating half our bodyweight in junk food.

MalachiConstant: and is the cat coming too?

you chuckled, looking to angel who was currently munching on her dinner, before turning back to your laptop.

YOU: nah, i got a catsitter. my friend's mom is allergic.

MalachiConstant: damn, cat-free and everything. MalachiConstant: don't do anything i wouldn't do poe

YOU: i don't think there's much you wouldn't do. YOU: i still remember you telling me about diving off a roof into a pool.

MalachiConstant: hey, i used to take swimming lessons. i was a pro at work

YOU: and also under a nice amount of promilles.

MalachiConstant: someone's just jealous because she doesn't have the balls to dive off a roof.

YOU: let's not get it twisted. i'm smart enough to not dive off a roof.

you and vivian were studying in the library for an exam, when she suddenly spoke up. "so… i have some news." vivian looked at you with pursed lips, making you instantly aware that whatever her news was, it would not be good.

"what is it, viv?" you asked, trying not to show to the girl how nervous you were. "come on, spit it out."

"soo... topper kind of invited me to come hang out with him over the break..." she tapped the rubber end of her pencil against the desk. "alright...?" you questioned, your brows furrowed. "what's so bad about that?"

"it's for the whole week." vivian cleared her throat, "at his family's lake house..."

"viv!" you groaned in exasperation, "we have plans. you told him no, right? that we were hanging out for the break?"

"well..." she looked down, doing everything to keep her eyes anywhere but on your face, "i kind of said i'd talk to you about it..."

"i can't believe you." you scoffed, "you're ditching me. you know the crap i go through when i go home and you're-"

"no, it's not like that!" your best friend interrupted, putting her hand on your arm as a way to calm you down. "i told him that i couldn't do it because i was gonna hang out with you, but then he told me to bring you along. and he said i can bring zainab and emilia along, too. zainab said she couldn't make it, but em is fully in."

you shook your head, letting out a soft scoff, "vivian, you know how bad my anxiety is. spending a week with a bunch of strangers sounds like my worst nightmare."

"hear me out." vivian insisted, "most of the football team is gonna be there. which means that your online boyfriend is also likely gonna be there."

"so?"

"so you have a chance to finally find out your mystery guy's identity! then you'll fall in love, get married and have a bunch of babies who'll call me auntie viv and i'll secretly buy them beer when they're too young to buy it themselves."

"i'm seriously starting to think that you don't have any morals."

"i'm dead inside." the pink-haired girl shrugged her shoulders, "so? are you in?"

"what makes you think i want to know the identity of the dude?"

"the fact that you get all giggly whenever your damn phone lights up like you're a middle schooler passing notes with your crush. you wanna be with him, don't you? you're so much more open, so much happier than you were BFB."

"BFB?"

"before frat boy." vivian grinned at her own wit, softly nudging your arm, "you totally have the hots for him."

"no one says that anymore." you rolled your eyes, fiddling with the edge of a sheet of paper, "i'm nervous. what if he doesn't like me?"

"girl, shut up." vivian let out a frustrated groan, "i've seen the messages you send each other. it's like the online version of eye-fucking someone. seriously, you two might as well be sexting, and that would somehow be less couple-y than the shit you have going on now."

"we're not that bad!" you exclaim in feigned offense, making vivian lift her brows, "not that bad? what did the message he sent you last night say again... something about dreaming about just staring into your eyes. him asking you to describe how they look just so it could be accurate?"

you couldn't help but feel your cheeks starting to burn as you thought back to the messages you'd been exchanging the night before.

YOU: i'm currently looking up at the stars. YOU: i actually took an astronomy class a while back!

MalachiConstant: of course you did, nerd. MalachiConstant: you know what'd be nice?

YOU: i'm sure you'll tell me!

MalachiConstant: ha ha. MalachiConstant: i wanna look at the stars with you, poe. i can picture you womansplaining all the constellations and shit.

YOU: aww, that's weirdly kinda sweet. YOU: who are you and what have you done with vonnegut boy?

MalachiConstant: really appreciate how seriously you're taking this MalachiConstant: i dream of you sometimes, you know

YOU: oh? YOU: what do you dream about?

MalachiConstant: all kinds of sappy shit MalachiConstant: i dream of just staring into your eyes MalachiConstant: i'm pretty sure your eyes are gorgeous

YOU: good theory. you don't even know what they look like. does that line seriously work on any girls?

MalachiConstant: maybe you should describe them to me.

you bit down on your bottom lip, vivian looking at you with an expectant look on her face, "he likes you, sweetie. and he's still gonna like you when he finds out who you really are. if he doesn't, then he's a fucking idiot."

"viv-"

"say yes. say that you'll come. what do you have to lose?"

letting out a sigh, you shook your head, vivian looking at you with a pleading look in her eyes. "i hate you, viv."

"is that a yes?"

"yeah." you rolled your eyes, "it's a yes."

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[creatingblackcharacters]

I have a question about coding non-human characters as Black-- is it okay to have a fantasy race (so more like a species, really, like mermaids or elves) where some characters of that fantasy species are coded Black (in terms of things like features and hair, sometimes skintone byt not always if they have fantasy skintones) and others aren't?

I thought it was alright and made sense because the fantasy 'races' are more like species, so it would make sense to give them as much diversity as humans, but also from a worldbuilding and I guess science (?) standpoint someone pointed out to me that if they all evolved alongside each other it's not super realistic for them to have features that historically are different due to evolving in different climates.

When I decided I would be creating certain non-human characters who I coded as Black who live alongside other members of their species who may not be, I kind of just thought it would be a nice touch in terms of diversity in character design, but what that person said kind of made me think that maybe it wasn't a good idea to code non-human characters as Black when I wouldn't really be able to work their Blackness into the narrative due to their fantasy species not having dynamics based off of that sort of thing. (And it's fanfiction, not my own world, so idk if I can add them?)

I'm sorry if this question comes off as kind of disjointed and hard to read, but yeah. I know you did do a lesson about Black coding but in there I couldn't really find an answer to this specific question. Would it be better to simply not code certain members of a fantasy species as Black (when others are not) if I'm unable to address their Blackness due to them I guess not technically being Black (as we humans see Blackness) because they're elves or mermaids or whatever? Because I would also feel bad having a cast full entirely of non-humans, none of whom have any Black features at all.

(Also, thank you so much for your help with Lydriia the other day! I commissioned some new art of her recently and I'm so in love with it aaahhh)

IF YOU WANT BLACK VERSIONS OF YOUR FANTASY SPECIES THEN MAKE THEM!

You could have that species live all around your fantasy world. They can travel, trade, intermingle, start families and communities amongst one another. Or, tbh, it's a FANTASY WORLD, I don't think we'll all die if you don't apply real world population genetics. Mermaids aren't real and yet here they are. So. Just give them a community so they're not the only Black one.

As for your story, if they're humanoid enough to describe, then you can describe the same things on them as you would with a regular human Black person. Hair texture, nose, lips, hair styles, style influence, etc. If you paint them, we know who we're looking at, and so does everyone else (it's why Black elves and dwarves make them mad).

[terzosboyfriend]

Y'know what, fuck it. This is my tumblr account so I can say what I want. You are welcome to disagree with me, I don't care, but just know you will get blocked if you start threatening or harassing me.

I don't think the Jutty allegations are real.

Now that I have stated that, let me elaborate. When the allegations came out, I was absolutely neutral, I didn't know which end to believe. But then I kept piecing more and more things together, and I can confidently say im 90% on jutty's side.

No, none of us really know exactly what happened, but I don't think he did it. Firstly, the person who came out about it used a throwaway account, meaning they didn't have a profile picture, had a user that couldn't be traced back to them, anything.

That doesn't specifically mean they were lying, though, but they then decided to "post a selfie" that they supposedly took with Jutty as "proof" of his SA. In the picture, his hand was on their mid to upper back, which yeah okay, maybe it was just proof that they were actually at this show. WRONG. Someone literally came out about a week after it was posted and showed proof being like "uhh that's me, not them. And Jutty didn't do shit to me."

That is really what made me jump into believing that Jutty didn't actually do it. And sure, there's still the like grooming/creep accusations toward Jutty, but those literally showed nothing. I'm sorry to say it, but him being overly friendly/very lightly flirting with an ADULT doesn't really say much other than he doesn't understand the professionalism needed to interact with fans online. He didn't actually do or say anything specifically wrong.

"B-B-But, he told them to bring a fake ID to go to a 21+ show!!" They were still an adult, and he was obviously joking in the context. And don't any of you dare to say that you have NEVER joked about getting a fake ID. I have joked many times about getting one.

I honestly think that after the SA allegations were proven false, you all let it die down for a couple months only to not only bring it back, but also start to harass and send threats to Jutty, his friends/family, Ghost, and anyone who may have shown the tiniest amount of support for the man.

Some of you have even gone as far as to call Jutty a rapist, and you're acting like he was caught in 4k doing it. The allegations were grabbing a 15 year old's ass.

I'm sorry, but the way people are acting, I have become very convinced that all of this hate and harassment toward him has really just become a race thing. The number of people white washing their versions of Swiss is actually horrific, like do y'all think the second you don't like someone and they have even the slightest bits of allegations proven false or not on them, then racism isn't okay?

Nah I'm sorry, but you are 100% welcome to believe the accuser if you'd really want to, but if you are someone who was actively spamming, threatening, or harassing Jutty, Ghost, or anyone else on the matter. Then there's the door. 👉🚪

That is all, back to my regularly scheduled shit. I was tired of only giving a half truth in my posts(claiming to be neutral) so I didn't get yelled at or threatened(I still did).

[pollsnatural]

For the people who wanted elaboration (do I need to tag them? idk). Part 1 (there's a lot).

Bedlund - he said it on one of the cons. "And Supernatural, in fact, going there was, it felt like a place where I had to actually, um, learn to be kind of manly. I felt like I had to kind of change my, like, way of speaking for a little bit, just to kind of fit in, oddly enough. Which was weird." (took the quote from this post, it also has a link to the video from the con)

The rest is under the "read more".

Sera Gamble - she had a weird weird relationship with the cast during s7. There was a video (the timestamp - 4:50, if you want to see Misha being upset and awkwardly answering a question about Cas' role in the season - 3:00) from one of the cons from the time where Jensen seems to be genuinely pissed at her for presumably firing Misha. The con took place before s7 airing, and she was asked if Cas would play a major role there. Sera gave a vague answer not to spoil anything ("We love Misha, but we can't say anything blah blah"). Jensen added a snide remark to her answer ("Such an informative answer!" - heavy sarcasm). So. Yeah.

The other thing was the shooting of 7x17. You see, the script was a little different when they started shooting (there was even a promo that had lines from the old vesion from the script). But Jensen, Misha and Rob Singer decided that it was too "unmanly" (Jensen tried to replace the word "gay" with "unmanly"), too ridiculous. They changed the script to be a little less gay (although they still thought the entire scene was too gay, but they couldn't do anything about that bc it was a scene important to the plot). Jensen and Misha even allowed themselves to laugh at the scene at the con showing terrible disrespect towards Sera (I don't remember them laughing at any writer like they laughed at Sera/also before watching the linked videos prepare for horrifying experience). Jensen insinuated that the scene was written that way because it was written by the "girl" (Jensen's quote btw) 😐

The way Misha was treated on set - I shouldn't explain this, right? Everyone knows that (delusional). Well. Where do I start. He was forced to film while being incredibly sick (Jensen had to step in and convince the crew to continue shooting on the next day) [source]. He had an emotional breakdown when he was directing the episode bc Jared and Jensen kept pranking him (they'd torn his version of the script with the director's notes, luckily Misha had a copy) [source from 2:00, and this post about pranking]. He was being harassed to get back on set when his wife was in (long and difficult) labor even though he asked them in advance to give him a few free days for this (and they agreed but seemingly forgot about it). They pressured Misha to convince his wife to agree to the c-section just so he could return to the work [source]. Misha was told "You're not going to be on of those actors, are you?" by Singer when he tried to ask details about his own character [source, but tbf Singer said it to Jensen and Rob as well]. Lots of casual homophobia towards him on set (idk what to link here bc there're too many instances).

Misha's political views when he was younger - it's more based on vibes than evidence. Younger Misha seemed to be more outspoken about his politics. He criticized things he thought were morally wrong even when it could hurt his job (and it did hurt his job). I remember seeing the interview from 2009 where he was like "Yeah, the way they treat women in this show sucks", and everyone else looked uncomfortable af. I can be wrong, but it seems to me that he was leaning left more heavily. Now, he tries to speak more carefully. Tries to avoid controversial political positions. Idk. Young Misha, his early interviews, his diaries from college just seem interesting to me, that's all.

Jared comparing Cas' love confession to his love for his son - probably I phrased it more dramatically than needed. It was the first live con after the lockdown, denvercon, 2021. Jensen got asked a question “When did you know Cas was in love with Dean?”. Jensen said that Dean didn't know until the very end, and then Jared came in with a huge rant how the confession wasn't romantic, how the angels are junkless. At one point he said this:

The post with full transcript and link to the video is here. Jensen's reaction to it is heavily debated. One side thinks that Jensen fully agreed with Jared. The other side thinks that he was doing damage control and was really pissed at Jared. Idk where I stand tbh. Depends on the mood.

*to it)

Edit: Jensen screaming happened during filming of 15x19, not 15x18.

[peepshow321]

TaskRaccoon Premium: Chapter 7

Teaching a Dumb Jock New Tricks

First chapter

Previous chapter

Jason gazed down at the TaskRaccoon app, which was pointing him to a nearby faculty building for his new task - his task to tutor something in Ancient Greek and Classics. It was going to be a breeze he thought to himself and he looked around the familiar quad. The app has thrown him a few curveballs, but he had ended up in a body he could be happy with - handsome, hunky and clever to book.

He entered the faculty building, the TaskRaccoon app pointing him to a small study room on the seventh floor. Noting the queue outside the old rusty lift Jason decided to take the stairs - it was free leg exercise after all he figured. He bounded up the stairs, noting the fuller energy he now seemed to possess and building up a further layer of sweat.

He barrelled into the small study room, seeing that the other student was already there, sat down with textbooks and papers spread across the small desk. The other student was slight and fair, with wispy blonde hair and a thin face framed by rounded glasses. He was dressed in dark chinos, smart brogue shoes, and a crisp Oxford shirt. He was, Jason thought, a classic rich boy prep. Maybe Daddy had got him into college, he was struggling with his classes, and now he needed Jason's help to keep up. Pathetic.

The other student stood up, looking at Jason with a mix of bemusement and surprise, before sticking his thin hand out. "Hi, I'm Simon. Thanks for coming. And you are?" Jason took Simon's hand boisterously, shaking it firmly to show Simon who was boss. "Hey man, I'm Jason. Friends call me Jace though." A hint of displeasure flicked across Simon's face as he made contact with Jason's sweaty palm, but he recovered quickly.

"Well, Jason" Simon continued, notably refusing to call him Jace, "thanks for agreeing to this. I really need the extra credit." Jace sat down, his legs spread extra wide. Jace noted with a grin the bulge in his sweatpants. "I'll be honest", Simon continued, "I was quite surprised when you offered to help me out. I don't think I've ever seen you in our lectures." Jace laughed - he couldn't exactly tell Simon the truth, that he had in fact graduated last year, top of the class, when he had been Josh. "Yeh man, I guess not. I keep myself pretty busy." Jace caught Simon looking distastefully at his sweaty body and gym clothes, and heard Simon mutter "yeh, busy, I can imagine."

Jace started rocking casually in his chair. He was already, he could tell, really bored of this Simon guy. He was being a buzzkill, and was judging Jace for the way that he dressed and presented himself. Jace figured that Simon was just jealous. Jealous that while Jace was a hunk and smart enough to lead a tutor session, Simon was a bit dweeby and clearly flunking his classes! Jace figured he would keep this session quick, hit Simon with some of the basics, and then bail. We wanted to explore this new bod. "So Si", Jace started, noting Simon's nostrils flare breifly when Jace gave him a nickname. "Where do you want to start?"

Simon looked relieved to be starting. "How do you feel about starting with some language, maybe some Greek letters? I know that's where a lot of people struggle. Maybe being in a frat will give you an advantage" Simon added snidely, although the joke was over Jace's head. Jace was instead thinking about whether he should join a frat. Maybe this body was already in one. Fraternity life wasn't something he had ever been interested in as Josh - he had always thought of them as boorish and a waste of time - but Jace realised now that that was a stupid point of view. He could live and hang out with other guys who worked out and played sports whilst also studying to be top of the class. Also, better access to girls - it was mad that he had been in four hot bodies and still hadn't gotten off with anyone! Why had he been such a prude before? He nodded to Simon's suggestion, thinking it would be a cakewalk. He aced his language exams when he was a student and now he was pretty sure he was of Greek descent. Teaching this dweeb was gonna be the easiest money he ever made.

Simon pulled out a thin workbook and paused. "Did you.. did you bring any paper or pens?" Jace just laughed. "Sorry my man, came straight from the gym", Jace responded, flexing a bicep as he did so. Simon looked unimpressed, and his patience was wearing thin. He passed Jace the workbook, and said "Ok, well, look at these letters and their me their English equivalent."

Jace thought that was a pretty lazy way for Simon to learn, to have Jace basically do his homework for him, but at least it wasn't complicated. Confidently he took the workbook to look at the Greek letters and ... blank. Nothing came to mind. He tried to refocus - he must have been more tired than he thought - but he continued to draw a blank. "Eh, sorry", he laughed nervously. "I definitely know this stuff." He had studied these letters in freshman year and he knew he had aced the language exam, but when he tried to reach back into his memories, they were hazy and unfocused. Why the fuck couldn't he remember this, this was basic stuff.

After a few minutes, Simon said "don't worry, some people struggle with the basics. That's why the professor asked me to help tutor some of the... struggling students." Jace looked up at Simon with a confused look on his face. What had Simon said? That Simon was tutoring him? That wasn't right, was it? Jace blinked - it was like his brain was always still catching up with him. "Eh, no man. I agreed to tutor you."

Simon laughed, not unkindly, before realising that Jace wasn't joking. "Oh, you're being serious" Simon said awkwardly. "Erm, well, I'm about to graduate top of the class so I don't think I need tutoring. And, no offence, but are you sure you've got the grades to be a tutor?" It dawned on Jace that Simon had basically called him dumb. He wasn't dumb, he had come top of the class! But when he looked down again at the worksheets, his mind was completely blank - the Greek letters meant absolutely nothing to him. Had the app done something? And if it was going to make him a tutor, why would it make him forget his knowledge about Greek letters?

He thought about the task he had agreed to - "Looking for a student to tutor History and Classics asap!" - and, slowly, it dawned on him. The task wasn't for him to be a tutor, but for him to be a student receiving tutoring. "Oh fuck", he said out loud. The app wasn't going to turn him into some top of the class nerd like he should be, but into someone who needed tutoring, who needed help. Someone who was struggling with his classes. The app had created the perfect struggling student. It has made him dumb.

Jace now realised that that feeling in his head - that hazy feeling that caused his thoughts to feel thick - wasn't because he was tired. His difficulty working out his age when he looked at his new ID, his inability to remember his old classes, even some of the things he had been saying and ways he had been acting. He wasn't the academic student he had been once and had tried to get back to but some... dumb jock stereotype. The driver had said he didn't have time to study and Jace had said he had a scholarship - the app just made those facts real. He was a jock, a wrestler only at school because of his prowess on the mat and not for his smarts. He didn't have any smarts. And that persona trickled down to every facet of his new body - the muscles, the clothes, the hair, the smell, the nicknames.

Simon could tell that Jace was getting worked up. "Hey man, it's okay, everyone's gotta start somewhere. Even if you have left it pretty late... Look - let's start with something more basic ok?" Simon pulls out another workbook and Jace cringes as he sees the title - Greek for Beginners! It almost looked like a book for teens, not a college student. The book had English translations to help but, by this point, Jace just couldn't concentrate. He tried to follow the words with his finger to help him concentrate, but couldn't get over how thick and hairy it was. He tried to voice the words out loud, but kept being surprised by the deep timber that he spoke with. The room was getting hot, his hair was itching everywhere, and he couldn't stop thinking about how badly he smelt. Everything he said or did just sounded stupid. It was hopeless.

Jace had lost track of how of time had passed, and was startled when Simon's album went. "Oh crap", Simon went. "I'm really sorry - I've got a lecture I totally forgot about. Sorry, I know this is right in the middle of our session. How about you keep that worksheet and we'll pick up the second half soon? Sorry to have to bail like this!" Simon spoke in a whirlwind and Jace had a hard time keeping up. Was the session over? "I'll be in touch" Simon added as a parting comment before dashing away.

Jace sat back, a bit thunderstruck by what had happened. He felt muddled, but at least now the task was over. He was on campus, so there must be loads of people needing help with something. He just needed to pick something that kept him young but maybe got some of his smarts back as well - something that wouldn't leave him as some thicko jock stereotype.

He booted up the app, but it took him back to the task screen - it was greyed out, covered in "TASK ONGOING" in block capital letters. He tried to go back to the home screen or to the task list but all he got was a prompt saying "You cannot select a new task until the existing task is complete." It took Jace a while to work it out, but he realised that with Simon bailing halfway through their session, the tutoring he had signed up to wasn't over. He realised that until Simon finished the session, he was stuck like this.

He saw on the app that there was an option to cancel, but he noted with fear the warning in large letters - "Abandoning a task while ongoing will lead to penalties." What penalties? He had no idea what the app could do? Jace started descending the stairs of the faculty, emerging back to the campus quad. He didn't even have Simon's number, so unless Simon reached out... he was stuck. He looked around the campus. Did he try and follow Simon to his class and force him to finish the task? Did he find out wherever Jace lived and wait? Or did he bite the bullet, and abandon the task and accept the penalties. His head swam.

"What the fuck do I do now?"

To be continued

[multiversefanfics]

Baby Fever

Pairing: Husband!Joaquin Torres x Wife!Fem!Avenger!Reader Warning: baby fever, little bit of angst Summary: Joaquin wants to have a baby, you do too, just not as much, you're afraid that with both of your hectic lifestyles, a baby would complicate it. Word Count: 837

Your day started just like every other day, you woke up, showered, brushed your teeth, then went down to the training room to meet Sam. You walked in, placing your bag on the ground, and you looked around for Sam, but he was nowhere to be found. You shrugged and walked over to the punching bag.

As you were setting up to land a few punches on it, Joaquin walked in. You looked over and smiled. He flashed a weak smile at you and walked over to the pull-up bar. You raised an eyebrow and walked over to him.

"What's wrong?" You watched him pull himself up, he looked down at you and shook his head

"Nothing, just tired." You nodded and walked back over to the punching bag.

Joaquin was off today and you wanted to find out why, maybe Sam knew. As if Sam was listening he walks through the door clapping his hands together

“Alright, let’s get to work.” He threw his bag to the side and walked over to you.

“Good morning, Sam” You smiled wide, he narrowed his eyes at you

“What did you do?” He raised his eyebrow as you placed your hand over your heart

“How dare you, I did nothing.” He wasn’t buying it. “Alright, what’s going on with Joaquin?”

Sam glanced over at him, just to see him pushing himself a little too hard, he looked back at you and sighed

“That’s something you’re going to have to talk to him about. Later.”

Sam pushed you. He knew you had an attitude, and he wanted to work that attitude out before you went to talk to Joaquin. At the end of the workout, you were on the ground, sweaty and breathing heavily. Sam held his hand out, you looked up at him and took his hand standing up.

"You didn't have to overwork me today." You glared at him, pulling your sweaty shirt off your body.

"Yes, I did, you're going to talk to Joaquin about something serious, and I needed you to not have an attitude with him." He patted your shoulder, then pushed you towards him.

You rolled your eyes and walked up to Joaquin, who was sitting on the bench, leaning on his knees. You sat down in front of him and looked up at him. He smiled down at you, blowing you a kiss.

"What's going on?" You placed your hand on his knee, rubbing your thumb against his skin.

"I know you're not ready, but I really want to have a baby. So instead of talking about it, I come to the gym and work out. I didn't expect you to be here." He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact

"Baby." You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "I want a baby too, but do you really think it's the best time?"

"I can take some time off and help you, our friends are here too. We can do this." He stared down at you, hoping you'd be on his side.

"Can we talk about this another time?" He nodded and got up to walk away. You groaned and laid back on the ground.

Sam walked over to you, looking down at you. "That went well."

"Sam, he doesn't get it, he's not the one that has to carry a baby, his body doesn't change, he won't have random fluids coming out of random parts of his body, I will." You sat up leaning against the bench

Sam bent down, looking you straight in the eyes. "He gets it, trust me, he does, and he wouldn't ask you to do something if he thought you couldn't handle it."

"You don't get it either. I don't want a baby right now." You got up and walked to your room.

Joaquin was in the shower, so you decided to get in with him. You stepped into the shower, wrapping your arms around him from behind, you laid your head on his back and sighed

"Baby, can we talk?" You felt his muscles tense under you. He turned to face you, wrapping his arms around your body.

"Of course, my love." He kissed the top of your head, waiting for you to start talking.

"I'm not saying, I don't want a baby, I just don't want a baby right now. We will definitely have a baby, I just need time, please."

He nodded, holding you tighter. He rubbed your back, leaving small kisses all around your face and neck.

"Okay, my love. Whenever you're ready, I will be ready too."

"You're not going to leave me?" You looked up at him as his face scrunched up.

"Of course not, you're the love of my life, even if we never have a baby, I will always love you and I will always stay." He leaned down and kissed the tip of your nose.

"I love you so much, baby." You melted into his body, finally feeling relief.

"I love you, too, honey."

A/N: i hope you guys like it if you want to be tagged in future fics, comment here

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[lllivia]

Dating Jackie Taylor

warnings: precrash!Jackie, angst(?), fluff, nsfw (under cut), switch!Jackie

❃ you and Jackie had been friends since childhood, both your parents being very friendly and having eachother over for dinner almost every other weekend.

❃ and maybe you'd always had a crush on her - you wouldn't know.. You just knew that the more you grew up and saw her grow with you, the more you wanted to be the reason for the smile on her face.

❃ But it was Jeff who was responsible for that.

❃ Jackie and Jeff had been in an on and off relationship since ninth grade after Jeff had kissed her at some dumb birthday party. You remembered that day and how you didn't know why a lump in your throat started to develop the more Jackie giggled at the boys words.

❃ but you continued acting like everything was normal, over the years managing to push that side of you deep down. It wasn't like the two of you could ever happen anyways.. You were living in rural wiskayok in the 90s for godsake, imagine what people would say! And that was if she even felt the same way about you..

❃ well she did. Jackie had spent years secretly pining over you, ever since Jeff had stood her up and "forgotten" their 1 year anniversary, and you had decided that you would take her out anyways. You spent the night having fun together, going to the cinema, eating at the diner in town, and ending up at the arcade where you managed to get her a cute little bunny plush.

❃ that day Jackie came home with the biggest blushing grin on her face, going to bed clutching the rabbit teddy like her life depended on it. ...She was so fucked.

❃ at first she decided that what she was feeling for you was just normal friendly feelings, like what she felt for Shauna! But she soon figured out that that really wasn't the case when she would giggle like a schoolgirl every time you said something.

❃ but you couldn't be together. You just couldn't. She had Jeff, they were quite literally the perfect high school sweethearts!

❃ Still, she couldn't help wanting you.

❃ something changed however when a party came around and everyone insisted on playing spin the bottle where the two chosen ones had to go into a closet for 7 minutes with the lights off and door closed.

❃ what are the chances then that you and Jackie got picked! At first Jackie refused, explaining that she couldn't do it because she had a boyfriend - but after a few awhs of disappointment from the others it didn't take much to convince her.

❃ wellll.. You spend the next 7 minutes making out desperately in the closet. So much for not acting out on your crush.

❃ "fuck.. I like you Jackie" "..I- I really like you too"

❃ she promptly breaks up with Jeff, saying that it wasn't him - it was her.

❃ anyways, you keep it secret for a while - Jackie being terrified that her reputation would be affected and that her parents would disown her. But you make it work despite the secrecy, Jackie being the same sweet girl behind doors - only never having to fake anything in front of you.

❃ she struggles quite a bit with internalized homophobia, but it got a lot better over time when she realized that you were the best thing in her life. And that she would never ruin that for anything else.

❃ love love loves baking with you, it's so intimate and cozy. Like the two of you are completely alone in the world together. And chocolate chip cookies are definitely her specialty - when she doesn't eat all the dough up.

❃ you come to every single one of her games, always excited support your favorite captain. It's so cute watching how focused she gets when playing against another team.

❃ after your first "date" together you've buy her a new plush every month - gotta treat your queen yk. She treasures them like they're your literal children - she even lost one once and literally called you crying in her bed.

❃ you guys go to concerts together all the time - the jumping around like no ones watching, and being able to cling onto eachother in public without worrying too much about who sees you is truly freeing.

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❃ after Jeff, she's so used to being sexually disappointed that she literally didn't believe that she could experience an orgasm that wasn't by her own touch.

❃ but oh boy was she wrong. One day you'd caught her whimpering and rubbing her clit next to what she thought was your sleeping body in the middle of the night, and you knew you couldn't pass the opportunity.

❃ "Jackie... Do you need help?"

❃ you'd never done anything like it before, but when you finally went down on her, it immediately felt like second nature. She was pretty embarrassed at first - she'd never gotten this wet when she was with Jeff, but the way you took your time and listened to the noises she made as to know what she liked made it the perfect experience for the both of you.

❃ she can't get enough of you after that - she even struggles to masturbate bcs you do it so much better than her fingers.

❃ but after a while she starts getting curious.. You were always the one on top, so, what if you switched positions?

❃ she brings it up shyly when things start to get heated and you're about to peel her pants off. "Can I.. go down on you?". You're kinda shocked at first, but quickly get over it when you see the pleading expression on her face.

❃ so you teach Jackie what you like and show her all your weak spots, and wow, she's surprised she'd never done this earlier. The intoxicating taste and smell pulls her in as she licks and sucks away (still too nervous to use her fingers) ...And she ends up desperately cumming in her underwear after rubbing herself against your leg the whole time.

❃ she gets a hang of it after awhile and after a few times she gets so skilled with that tongue of hers that she can make you cum in less than 10 minutes. Which she is incredibly proud of - the smile on her slick covered face grinning stupidly up at you.

❃ has a thing for quickies in lowkey public places - drags you into the lockerroom at school during history class so you can eat her out.

❃ gets embarrassingly wet when you wear clothes she picked out for you. There's something about the fact that you're hers and she gets to influence what you do that makes her incredibly horny.

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a/n: I'm glad y'all are enjoying these headcanons sm!! 😫

Send requests PLSSS 🙏🙏😭 I'm running out of creativity (but I am working on my other requests dw 🤫)

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I HATE U

summary: when he posted a thirst trap pic on his story for all the women to see his print through his Nike sweats made Bri’s blood boil so she decides to get her lick back.

warnings contain; jealousy, toxicbdjey!, choking, unprotected sex, swapping of saliva, degradation kink, daddy kink, fluff at the end of the suffering:)

word count: 3.3k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

Jey Uso x Bri

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I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

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uceyjucey just posted on their story!

Bri felt a mix of pride and anger as she saw her baby daddy's shirtless post on his story. He was wearing Nike tech sweats that highlighted his physique while proudly displaying his championship. Although she was happy for his achievement, she couldn't help but feel upset that he was flaunting what she considered to be hers.

It seemed as though he intentionally provoked her to elicit a response, and it succeeded; she angrily sent a message, expressing her disdain for him and how much she loathed him.

She felt uncomfortable with her overly eager fans witnessing the intense emotions she experienced whenever he visited, especially when he would come over to drop off their daughter Amora at his parents' house to manage her behavior.

Determined to reclaim her power, she took to her story to share a glimpse of her new fling, a secret connection she had been nurturing since her breakup with Jey, whose toxic and narcissistic behavior had driven her away.

freakslovebri just posted on their story!

jonathanfatu replied to your story: ooop Jey ain’t finna like this one 

trinity_fatu replied to your story: I LIVEEE FOR THE DRAMA GIRL 😭😭

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: that’s the kind of stuff you watch from a DISTANCE 😭😭

uceyjucey replied to your story: who the fuck is that Bri?

samizayn replied to your story: see me personally..

zillafatu replied to your story: you playing with something dangerous my dear 🙂‍↕️

yaonlylivonce replied to your story: BESTIE??? LIKE HELLO? 

She laughed at everyone's responses until she received a few text messages from Jey, prompting her to roll her eyes as she read them.

Jey📍: Bri who the fuck is that in that fucking picture? Jey📍: why do you choose to play with me? Like I won’t fuck the shit out of you? Jey📍: you just gonna leave me on read huh? Jey📍: Ik where you stay at Bri

She couldn't grasp why he was so angry when he was the one eager to share a provocative thirst trap on his story.

Bri🩷: don’t worry about it nigga, I didn’t say nun when you posted that fucking picture of you showing off your little title and that dick print in those sweats.

Jey📍: so that’s what this is all about? Me posting one pic on the gram? You’re so full of yourself Bri

Bri🩷: nigga the fuck you want if it ain’t about picking up Amora ion need you texting me hoe

Jey📍: hoe? Aye you better come correct Bri when you speaking to me

Bri🩷: bitch fuck you aight? now stop playing on my fucking phone 🙄

Once she sent her last message to him, she set her phone aside with a heavy sigh—why must they remain trapped in this destructive pattern? Why couldn't she simply let him go and focus on their daughter instead?

There was something deeper behind her inability to break free from him, and indeed there was. It was the way he asserted his authority, exuding a powerful dominance, and that allure was so intoxicating that she would have willingly let him fill her with his seed, yearning for another child together.

But did she really want to endure that once more? Managing the baby all alone while he was away on tour? This was yet another factor that contributed to their breakup, as he was hardly present during Amora's birth due to his chaotic work commitments, leaving Bri to shoulder the responsibility by herself.

When he returned, she noticed the hickeys adorning his neck and the lingering scent of perfume on him. In that moment, she realized he had been unfaithful during his travels, and the pain of betrayal cut so deep that it ignited a growing hatred within her.

Despite her lingering hatred for what he did to her, she found it impossible to distance herself from him. His manipulative and narcissistic nature kept her trapped, as he showered her with empty promises each time he came to see Amora. He had the potential to be a wonderful father, but whenever he approached Bri, she would turn away, refusing to acknowledge him.

The deceitful promises and cunning strategies left her profoundly affected, realizing he was not a man of integrity, while his relatives urged her to reconcile for Amora's benefit.

Bri picked up the baby monitor to check on Amora, who was peacefully dozing in her crib, looking adorable in her tiny onesie. Suddenly, a loud banging on the door jolted her, catching her off guard.

They relentlessly pounded on the door, and Bri's irritation grew with each echoing thud.

“Hold Up! I’m coming!” She hollered.

As she rose from the sofa, she noticed the door was ajar, revealing Jey standing there with his arms crossed, looking sharp yet visibly annoyed.

“What the fuck are you doing here Jey?” Bri questioned him.

Without uttering a word, he strolled past her within the confines of her home, seemingly on a quest for someone—she let out a sigh as she closed the door behind her, observing him meander through the rooms.

“Jey! Hello!”

“Where the fuck he at Bri?” Jey asked while searching up and down in the house.

“Where’s who Jey? You look fucking dumb right now.”

“Don’t playing fucking stupid with me Bri, Where’s his bitch ass at!” He hollered.

Bri feared that his loud shouting would disturb their two-year-old daughter, Amora, from her sleep. “if you don’t lower your fucking voice! She’s asleep upstairs you fucking estúpida.”

Jey marched towards her, his eyes blazing with fury, and seized her by the throat. He had reached his limit with her taunts for the evening. “why you gotta be such a bitch huh?”

A bitch? That’s rich coming from him.

“A bitch? Nigga you better come correct because I’m not a bitch, last time I check I was the one taking care of Amora while your stupid ass was on the road cheating.” She retorted while rolling her eyes at him.

“I told you I was drunk and that I was sorry. What more do you want from me Brianna?” He responded.

She scoffed at him, “I wanted you to become better Joshua not only for me but for our daughter but it seems like fucking bitches was the only thing you can do instead of being a fucking parent.” With a forceful shove, she turned her back on him, determined not to waste a moment on his nonsense this evening.

Jey had grabbed her arm while she looked at him, “don’t pin that on me Brianna, you know I couldn’t just stop what I was doing.” She yanked her arm away from him.

“That’s the fucking problem Jey! You didn’t care! You didn’t care how you cheating and not being there fuck me up! Our daughter is two fucking years old!” 

One thing about Jey is that he can't stand being yelled at; it sparks a fierce fire inside him. “Lower yo’ tone Bri.”

“No! Fuck you! See this is why I didn’t want to be with your stupid bitch ass! Because you ain’t shit! You didn’t even care about me nor your daughter while being away!” She shoved him more harshly causing him to stumble back.

Once more, she pushed him relentlessly, driving him to the brink of his patience. In a moment of desperation, he seized her throat, crashing his lips against hers in a fierce, passionate kiss. Despite her struggles to break free, he held her tightly, their connection both intense and tumultuous.

His tongue danced within her mouth as he fell back onto the sofa.

“G-get! the fuck off of me…” She murmured between the kiss as she tried fighting him off but it wasn’t enough.

“You know you miss me baby…” he murmured softly as he sat down on the couch with her straddling him.

They passionately embraced, their bodies entwined as they shed their clothing—she felt his icy hands exploring her firm breast, and as he broke the kiss, he seized one of her breasts and playfully nipped at her nipple, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her.

He playfully traced his tongue around it before reconnecting his lips with hers, while Bri started to move rhythmically on his lap, feeling the heat of his arousal beneath her.

His lips glided along her jawline, descending to her neck, where he left a mark that would require makeup to conceal in the morning, all while his hands firmly grasped her curves, delivering a playful smack.

“Ride this dick for me baby.” With gentle hands, she guided his strong length to her entrance, then gradually sank down onto him, drawing out deep groans from both—she had never experienced such fullness with him deep within her.

Jey's hands rested on her hips, guiding her graceful sways as she nestled on his lap. He watched intently as her breasts shifted with every gentle motion, giving her time to adjust to his considerable presence.

She discovered her rhythm, swaying her hips on his lap as he adorned her neck and cheek with gentle, lingering kisses—whispering those empty promises once more, stirring emotions within her each time he spoke them.

“You know I love you right?” Jey groaned in the air.

Bri asserts firmly, "You don't, so stop lying to me." She felt him thrusting deeper, pressing against her inner walls.

“Why you gotta act like that?”

“Act like what? I have every right to act like this with you.” Bri could only emit gentle whimpers as waves of bliss enveloped her, her body igniting with an inner warmth while his deep, raspy voice whispered sweetly in her ear.

He adorned her neck with hickies, a bold declaration of ownership—he was certain she wouldn't be slipping away from him anytime soon, particularly with their daughter in the picture.

“Fuck, this pussy is so good. Can’t believe you gave this up to someone else. Now I gotta reclaim it.” 

Her eyes were rolling in the back of her head as she gazed down at him, “at least he was better than you.”

Jey smirked at her backhanded comment, “oh for real? Bet.” They changed places, with her leaning against the sofa, while Jey positioned her legs close to her hips, prompting her to lift them for him as he thrust himself back into her.

He positioned her in a launch pad position, thrusting deeply within her, delivering slow, powerful strokes while their lips met in a fervent kiss. Jey's hand gripped her throat, intensifying the connection as he pushed himself deeper inside her.

His member was pressing against her cervix in such a delightful way that it left her breathless, seeing stars as she moaned his name repeatedly. She realized that uttering his name would provoke him to take action, eager to make a statement.

“What’chu tryna prove here nigga that you’re better? You were never better than Derrell.” Bri taunted seeing his facial expression changed.

“Open that fucking mouth.” She complied with his desires, their tongues entwining as he passionately exchanged kisses, overwhelming her senses with his fervent touch.

The way their tongues twirled and intertwined in each other's mouths captivated him, especially since he truly cared for Bri. Yet, he struggled to express his feelings, fully aware that deep within, he was in love with her.

He realized the pain he had caused her ran deep, and only now could he face the truth, especially after making countless empty promises of change and improvement for their relationship—she was exhausted from listening to it.

“Don’t fucking compare me to that bitch.” He murmured between her lips.

“I can and I will at least he treated me  like I meant something to him.” She whispered softly, her back curving against the sofa as she felt him penetrate deeply within her, prompting her to clutch his biceps tightly with her nails.

“Keep holding them fucking legs you fucking slut.” Jey thrust his hips forcefully against her thighs, making her mouth open wider, while the sound of his hips striking her thighs echoed throughout the entire room.

She clutched her legs tightly, biting her lip as she watched him thrust in and out of her, the white cream glistening on his shaft, facilitating his movements.

His hand gripped her throat, his hips moving in a rhythmic dance that struck various angles as he observed her unravel—he reveled in shattering her into fragments, asserting that this was his domain and she was his to possess.

“D-daddy!” Bri whined.

“What baby? Huh? What?” Jey taunted watching her face turn into a pouty one causing him to smirk. “Nah, don’t fucking pout now slut. You weren't doing allat when you posted him now did you?”

Her disdain for him was so intense that it allowed him to say anything he pleased and take charge, even though she believed she wanted nothing to do with him.

“Fuckk, daddy.”

“Shit feels good don’t it? I bet he don’t be making you feel like this huh baby.” She shook her head, unable to articulate the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her at that moment.

That’s when his hand came down onto her left thigh causing her to hiss at the pain, “speak the fuck up Brianna tell me I’m better than him.” She could feel his movements getting slower causing her to whine. “Yes! You’re better than him Jey please don’t stop daddy!”

Jey intensified his rhythm, driving his hips forcefully against her thighs as she clung to him, her head thrown back against the sofa. Bri felt waves of pleasure building within her, each thrust pushing her closer to another climax, leaving her breathless and unsure of how much more she could endure.

He gazed down, captivated by the way she enveloped him completely; it was a mesmerizing sight, especially as he glanced back at her and noticed tears streaming down her cheeks. “Yeah, that’s it mamas. Lemme see them fucking tears fuck.”

“I fucking hate you Joshua, I hate you so much.” 

“If you hate me so much we wouldn’t be here in the first place mamas you love me but won’t admit it.”

He was right; her love for him ran deep. After having Amora, she found herself utterly lost whenever he was near—he had always pampered her like a cherished princess, and now everything had come crashing down.

A tight knot twisted within her abdomen as she tightened her grip on him, causing his eyes to roll back in ecstasy.

“I’m finna c-cum…” 

“nah hold that shit, ion think you deserve to cum yet.”

“Joshuaaa!” Jey didn’t have time to hear any of that nonsense; he didn't think she deserved to cum after being a bratty bitch towards him.

He pounded relentlessly against her depths, her cries echoing in the air, drowned out only by the sound of their bodies colliding fiercely.

The atmosphere grew heavy with a scent of desire, and as tears streamed down her face, she yearned for liberation. Overwhelmed, she released her grip on her legs, attempting to shove him away by his midsection, only to feel the sting of his hand against her left thigh once more.

“Move yo’ fucking hand and take this shit Brianna.” He growled.

“D-daddy! P-please! Can I C-cum…I’m sorry!” She begged.

“Now you sorry? Nah.” He held her wrist against the couch, driving her wild in his pursuit of ecstasy, “un-un, stop fucking runnin’ “ Bri could feel the tears streaming down her cheeks, desperately trying to shield her face from view so he wouldn't witness her emotional turmoil.

She was gasping for breath, her nose twitching and hiccups escaping her lips as she wept through his movements—at that moment, her thoughts were a jumbled mess, and she struggled to articulate anything further without tripping over her own words.

He observed her hands shielding her face, prompting him to gently pull them away. As he revealed her tear-streaked cheeks and swollen eyes, he leaned closer, pressing a gentle kiss on her lips, inviting her to explore his warmth as his lips brushed against her neck.

“I’m sorry daddy, I’m so sorry. I can’t take it…”

“Take. This. Fucking. Dick.” He thrust into her on the sofa, feeling the familiar twitch of his arousal as he reached the peak of pleasure. “Joshua!” 

“Tell me you love me and I’ll let you cum.” She was teetering on the brink of insanity, her nails clawing into the skin of his back, eliciting a sharp hiss of pain from him, yet he seemed unfazed by it. “Tell me.”

She couldn’t help herself anymore, “I love you! I love you Joshua fuckk!” A wave of sensation surged through her as it slickly enveloped him, the warmth cascading down her thighs, her body trembling beneath him—overwhelmed and exhausted.

With each powerful thrust, his movements became increasingly uncoordinated, a low growl escaping his lips as he reveled in the sensation, beads of sweat cascading down his back and chest.

The atmosphere around them was a curious blend of warmth and coolness. She embraced him tightly as Jey pulled back from the kiss, burying his face into the softness of her neck. “I’m about to nut baby, you gon’ let me nut inside of you huh? You want another baby?”

“Yes! Yes! I want all of your babies daddy!” Bri Mewled out.

“Yeah? You better take all of my fucking babies mamas.” 

He tilted his head back, his eyes rolling as he thrust into her, his grip firm around her throat.

“Fuckkk.” A deep, primal groan erupted from him as his warmth surged forth, filling her completely with each powerful release.

As he withdrew, a rush of her fluids, mingled with his essence, flowed out. Bri's body quaked with intensity, and she struggled to regain her composure, inhaling and exhaling deeply to steady her breath. Jey came back, gently kissing her skin to soothe her nerves.

He gently kissed her lips several times, tenderly wiping away her tears as he shifted positions, lying her down on his chest while he reclined on the sofa, soothingly rubbing her back in slow, comforting circles.

“I’m sorry I did that to you and left you behind like that.” Jey apologized as Bri lazily looked up at him.

“You don’t understand how badly that hurt me, Jey, it wasn’t fair either. It just felt like you didn’t care enough about me or Mora.” Bri said. “I just wanted you to be there and you gave me false hope and promises ion think I’ll ever come back from that.”

He absorbed her outpouring of emotions as she expressed her hurt over his decision to abandon her and their daughter for the company of other women, sharing sweet nothings with them that mirrored the very words he had once whispered to her.

“I know lemme at least make it up to you Bri.”

“I need time Joshua, until I feel like I’m able to trust you again.”

“Take all the time you need, I’ll be right here waiting.”

And he meant that this time, he’ll be waiting for her.

fin 💚

a/n: Jey can never do anything wrong in my eyes 📍🙂‍↕️