#I'm gonna start chewing the walls if i see another

[kebriones]

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[angel5ofp0rn]

♡ part one ♡

ExHusband!Price x f!reader

been thinking ab this post 4ever and need to get it out tbh.

**I’ve never done something like this b4 and I haven’t proofread so pls be nice 2 me ._. **

You have been divorced from your ex husband John Price for two years. Still, he comes over and shovels your driveway for you every time it snows.

He’s come inside and warmed up in the mudroom nearly every 15-20 minutes, puffing hot breath into his hands and rubbing them together for warmth before stepping back out and shoveling again.

You meet him in the mudroom for his fourth warm-up break and hand him a mug of hot coffee. Dash of cream, one sugar.

“Still how you take your coffee, right?” You offer a small smile, hugging your arms around yourself as John takes a sip from the mug.

“Still the same.” He nods before he takes another sip, the small smile that had appeared at the corner of his mouth quickly fading.

He leans up against the doorframe, the shovel leaning against the wall next to him. He peers out of the door's window, checking over his work.

“I'll get goin' soon enough. It ain't snowing right now, the drive's nearly clear.”

You thank him again, even though you never asked him to do this in the first place. You can’t help but look up at him, meeting his blue eyes for just a moment.

Before he could reply, your two children came running around the corner cheering and squealing when they saw their dad.

John's smile brightens at their presence, his body language immediately softening as he squatted down to their level.

“Hey, my little monkeys. Come give yer ol’ dad a hug.” He opens his arms out wide, inviting both of them to come to him. It doesn't take long before they both go crashing into him, squealing, smiling. Their giggles filled the small room.

You just smile. Even if you and John aren’t always on the best of terms, you can’t deny that he’s a great father.

“Daddy’s cold.” Your youngest shivers a bit from hugging their dad, who still had snow on his clothes and frost on his beard from shoveling.

John tries to shrug it off, but you ask him to stay and warm up for a while.

For the kids, of course.

Plus dinner is nearly ready, and you definitely made too much for just you and the kids, anyway.

More cheering, more squealing, more giggling as John finally agrees and kicks his boots off, hanging his coat on the hook.

John’s blue eyes scan the new decor and different paintings on the wall, but he doesn’t comment on how much the place has changed since he moved out.

After dinner, the two of you stand in the doorway as you watch the kids play together in their playroom, that used to be John’s “man cave”.

“They're gonna make you tuck them in.” You mention, sipping your glass of wine.

John smiles, a casual shrug of his shoulders.

“Maybe you can convince them to go up and brush their teeth?” You lower your wineglass and offer a fake, pleading pout.

He looks down for a moment, pretending not to see the gesture. Instead, he looks back to the children.

“Right then, you two little monkeys. It’s gettin’ late. Go on up and brush your teeth. I’ll come tuck you in.”

Both children protest for a while, but eventually give in without too much of a fight. That’s a new one.

John lets out a chuckle as the children roll their eyes and go up the stairs. He watches them disappear from view before turning and meeting your eyes again, still smiling for this small victory.

As if he had just realized he was staring, John’s eyes darted down into his now empty mug.

"Let me take that." You reach for his mug but he shakes his head.

"I haven’t forgotten where the kitchen is," He smiles a bit. "'ll clean up and then tuck the kids in."

John makes his way over to the kitchen, placing it in the sink and starting water. You follow, and notice that he was also washing the dishes from dinner as well.

“John, you don’t have to-“

“I know.”

And that’s that.

You chew your bottom lip. This looked too familiar. It felt too familiar.

"I'm... gonna go check on them and get them in their pj's." You gesture to the stairs in the hall.

He looks up at you briefly and nods; "Be up in a bit, love.”

Once the water is emptied from the sink, he starts loading the dishes into the dishwasher. Once completed, he starts to wipe down the counters and stovetop, wanting to make sure he left no mess behind. Then he trekked back up the stairs to tuck in the kids.

You’re downstairs again, on the living room sofa. You wanted to let John have a moment alone with the kiddos before he left again.

He makes his way down the stairs and sees you sitting there in the dim lighting. He clears his throat a bit as he walks through the living room and back into the mudroom.

“They're tucked in. Not a whisper from ‘em.” He mentions casually as he gets his snow boots back on.

You thank him, turning to watch him leave, but notice him looking out of the door window and pause. So you make your way over to the door to see what he’s seeing.

It's started snowing and the driveway is completely covered again. It looks like he hasn't even shoveled.

John lets out a grunt of disbelief and sighs, pulling on his beanie and reaching for the shovel once again.

“Don't-“ You shake your head, placing your hand on the shovel. “It's snowing hard, there's no point in shoveling it all up just for it to be covered again. Why don't you... stay on the couch or something tonight.”

He stares down at the shovel for a moment, debating it. After a beat, he sighs a bit, nodding.

“I... could do that.”

You go upstairs to the bedroom and bring John some extra pillows and blankets to make a bed on the couch with.

You set everything on the coffee table and the two of you sit on the couch for a moment, just catching up and chatting about the kids.

“The kids both want to do soccer in the spring.” You mention, your cheeks a bit rosy from the wine you had with dinner.

“Football.” He corrects with a small smirk. You roll your eyes.

“Let me pay for the lessons.” He says; not asking.

Of course you refuse.

Of course he insists.

You settle on splitting it.

Then it happens again. Your eyes meet his. Neither one of you speaks. Suddenly you’re transported back to the first night you met; you were newly 21 and already tipsy when your eyes met those of an older man in his fatigues as he sat at the bar. You remember drunkly telling the older man that he had the prettiest blue eyes, and that you wanted a hundred of his babies that looked just. like. him.

You have two, at least.

“Oh!” You sit up a bit straighter, snapping out of your daydream. “I was going to ask you to look at something on my laptop. It's doing that thing again. It's upstairs.” You get up and head to your home office, John right behind you.

You open your laptop and hand it to John. He knew how to fix it last time, so it should take him no time.

He sits in your office chair and you step away into your bedroom across the hall to get into a pair of pajama shorts and a hoodie, since it's getting late.

The laptop whirred softly before he got it running again. Only took a minute. He sets it on the desk, leaning back in your chair with his hands behind his head as he looks up through the open door where you can be found, changing in the bedroom.

You were his wife at one point, anyway. Isn’t something he hasn’t seen before…

After you’ve changed, you lay on your bed, scrolling through your phone as you wait for John to fix the issue with your laptop, unaware that he was watching. Unaware that the laptop has been fixed for a while now, and he was just wasting time.

Eventually, his voice wafts through the doorway.

“Think I got it, love-“ He pauses for a moment. “Er, Y/N.”

“Ugh, thank you.” You sigh and sit up, taking the laptop from him and setting it on your nightstand. “Stupid thing always acting up.”

John sits on the edge of your bed as you take the laptop back from him.

“Not a problem. It was a quick fix.” He offers a small smile, rubbing the back of his head.

He takes a glance at you, noticing the pajamas you had put on.

"...Is that my sweatshirt?"

You blush a bit sheepishly, looking down at the oversized, grey 2XL Special Air Service hoodie you’re wearing. "Um..."

Another small chuckle escapes his lips. He shakes his head a bit, trying to contain his amusement.

“S’what I thought. You look... comfy." He reaches his hand out towards your leg, running his hand lightly over your bare legs, exposed by the shorts you were wearing.

Without realizing what he's doing, he has his hand on your thigh, and he gives it a light squeeze.

Eventually his hand travels higher to rest on your sex over your pajama shorts.

Usually, you'd tell him off. Monologue about how this isn't how things work because it complicated things and you both need to set boundaries.

But tonight you don't.

Maybe it's because you had two heavy-handed pours of your favorite wine with dinner. Maybe it was seeing him with your kids again. Maybe it had just been too long since you'd felt anything other than a cheap bullet vibrator.

So you let him slip his hand down your panties.

But it's a bit jarring to feel his wedding band still on his finger.

You look down at his hand for a beat when you feel it.

You look back up and place your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in and crashing your lips together.

John wastes no time in laying you back on your bed and tugging your shorts and panties off, tossing them somewhere behind him.

His lips are on your neck, his hands spreading your soft thighs apart. You can smell the musky scent of himself on him, mixed with that familiar cologne of his, and you breathe a sigh.

“Take this off f’r me.” He mumbles against your skin, sliding your his hoodie up your body.

Your body aches for this to continue, and John doesn't plan to disappoint, but he takes a moment to admire what's sprawled out in front of him. He lets out a satisfied smirk as he pulls you closer by your thighs. He's undone his belt and shrugged out of his jeans in no time.

You pull his shirt off over his head before you close your eyes and tilt your head to give him easier access to kiss your neck.

His scruffy beard tickles your neck, his calloused hands gripping your thigh and rubbing your slick, dripping pussy.

“So needy.” John observed as your back arched and your body squirmed at his touch. "Poor thing... No one's been keepin’ you satisfied, hm?”

You shake your head a bit. You hate that he’s right. You hate that he can tell. That he knows you too well.

But he’s right; no random Tinder hookup and no blind date that your friends have set you up with could ever compare to your ex husband.

“Should’a told me...” He murmurs as he leans lower, positioning his head in between your thighs, pressing desperate kisses to your aching clit.

He’s got you figured out completely. He’s always been good at that.

A smile forms as his hands move to grip your thighs. He lets out a quiet groan as your legs instinctively clamp around his head. The look of his veiny hands gripping your plushy thighs with that damn wedding band still around his finger is doing things to you.

His tongue slowly plays in circular motions, teasing you, loving the game. He takes his time, enjoying himself, as you continue to squeeze your thighs against his head. Hell, he’d let you suffocate him if it meant he could eat your pussy this one last time.

You try not to, but you let out a desperate moan of pleasure. He knew exactly what you like, exactly where to lick, exactly where to kiss, exactly where to nibble.

Damn him.

“You sound s’pretty, lovey. S’pretty f’r me.” He pants, his praise ending with a whimper.

Your eyes roll back. Fuck, he has you. He knows he has you. Your moans and whimpers are uncontrollable as he picks up the pace, all but slamming his thick cock into your pretty little hole.

You’re his, and he knows it, and in the moment, it’s true. Just him. Just you. The rest doesn’t matter right now.

John pulls out for just a moment while he swiftly flips you over, roughly gripping your hips and pulling your backside into him. He’s got the angle just right now, and your breath catches in your throat, followed by a needy whimper.

“Mine… All mine… Isn’t that right?” He whispers, more of a command than a question.

Your face is pressed against the mattress as John’s grip on your hips tighten. This angle, this position, John is so familiar with it. He knows what it does to you. He knows the way it makes you respond.

John lets out a loud groan as your whimpers and moans get more needy, desperate. He knows that you’re about to come.

He finishes right then and there, along with you.

You gasp a bit, surprised by the synchronization. Should you really be surprised, though? Only he would know your body like that. You’re his. He’s yours.

John slowly pulls his softening cock out of you, lying on the bed and pulling you into his chest. His hand grabs your thigh, draping your leg around his waist in an attempt to hold you closer.

He lets out a few deep breaths, letting the adrenaline and endorphins just fade away. Neither of you wants to move right now, both just content being in each other’s arms. Both content feeling the heat of each other’s bodies, just listening to each other breathing.

“Better than I remembered it.” John murmurs, his voice laced with a smirk.

You catch John’s left hand after he reached up to push your sweaty hair from your forehead. You hold it in yours, playing a bit with the wedding band.

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holding on {alex karev}

plot: you and alex aren't friends but he's the person that sits by your hospital bed day and night until you wake up.

character: alex karev (early seasons) x reader

The steady beeping of the various machines was something that Alex had grown tired of two days ago, the machine's volumes had been turned to 0 but his anxious eyes kept flickering to them every few seconds just to be sure. The background noise of the hospital was something he was used to and it was an oddly comforting sound. Now, the silence of being in the room with you had been nice at first but now that he was here, with you, waiting... just waiting... the silence was unnerving him.

He tapped his foot, checking the clock on the wall. Bailey should've been here by now, she promised him that she'd check on you every two hours. She was late. Anger surged through his body causing his heart to pound and his fists to clench.

"You're such an idiot," he could hear you scolding him in his mind, "if you just stopped dealing with your problems with sheer anger then maybe, maybe people would actually start to like you."

He scoffed.

You and him had hardly been friends. You and the rest of Bailey's interns were the best of friends, all living together in Mer's mom's house so why wasn't George or Izzie or Cristina or Mer here? Why was it Alex? That's all the four of them had been whispering about. Cristina asked Alex, Izzie asked Alex... hell, Bailey even asked Alex. Alex had ignored each of their questions and instead gave some snarky asshole comment with an eye roll. Alex didn't even know why he was here - why he'd purposefully demanded the week off to be by your bedside day and night sleeping on a camping bed with the scratchiest sheets in the world. He didn't know and yet, here he was.

You were annoying. You annoyed him. But since the news of the accident and since you'd been in a coma, Alex couldn't stop thinking about the way you laughed as you teased him. He couldn't get one specific moment out of his head.

You and Alex had been working on a case together - much to your dismay - and Alex had opened up slightly, letting you see that he was much more than what you previously thought.

"So... you're not just an asshole with the emotional range of a teaspoon, who knew?" You helped yourself to the bar stool next to Karev. Joe glanced at you, asking if you wanted your usual to which you nodded.

Alex rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

There was silence for a few seconds before you tried again, "I know you have this hard 'I don't care' exterior," you started, "and I know it's probably because of some past trauma in your life, Karev - believe me we've all got some shit - but..."

"Are you gonna keep giving me a stupid high school girl pep talk or are you gonna shut up and drink?"

It was your turn to roll your eyes now, "Joe, another round please."

As Joe poured the two of you more drinks, Alex sighed and looked at you, "Thanks," he murmured quietly, "I'm not- I don't..." he cleared his throat, "I don't mean to be an asshole all the time... I don't really know... Social shit isn't really my thing."

"Now who's acting like an emotional high school girl?" You teased. Alex laughed, a genuine smile stretched onto his face. Yeah... maybe he wasn't so bad after all.

So after the accident, Alex stayed.

It was then Bailey strode in, chart in hand, "Karev," she said glancing up for a second, "you look like hell. Don't you think you should go home get a proper sleep? Take a damn shower?" She could see the worry in him, she could see how stressed out he was; the dark circles under his eyes, his nails chewed down. Alex might not even know it yet but he cared about you.

"I'm staying," he said with a nod standing to look over her shoulder at your chart, "Any updates?"

"You tell me, you're the one who's been here since she got admitted." Bailey moved to you, turning the volume up on the machines, checking your levels.

"Oxygen levels were a little low at 3am, managed to level them out... No issues since." He nodded, arms crossed with a hand rubbing at his jawline, "Why hasn't she woken up yet, Bailey? She should be-"

"Karev," Bailey said, voice strong, "Go get yourself a cup of coffee, now."

"I don't-"

"Now, Karev. Let me do my damn job and stop hanging over me. Coffee."

With a few harsh words which made Bailey surprisingly laugh, Alex stormed out of your hospital room, storming past O'Malley and Stevens who had come to check in with Bailey on how you were doing.

Bailey leaned down closed to you, "If you die, god help us all... that boy..." she looked to the door where Alex had left from, "he'll be lost forever. So don't you dare, you hear me?"

The coffee machine was a minute's walk away from your room so Alex would know if anything were to happen to you, he would know but he kept checking over his shoulder anyway just in case. He was exhausted, he couldn't remember the last time he'd drank or even the last time he'd eaten. You had consumed him for the last two days; making sure that you were okay was his first priority.

He stopped at the coffee machine punching the button for a crappy black coffee that he wasn't going to drink anyway, "Come on," he grumbled as the cup dropped and the coffee began to pour in slowly, "Damn piece of crap machine, hurry the hell up!" He yelled suddenly, slamming his fist into the plastic front. Around him, people stared but he didn't care. When the coffee finally stopped, he pulled the cup out when he heard it.

"Code blue! I need a crash cart! Room 2203!" It was Bailey. It was you.

Boiling hot coffee splashed over the floor, the cup dropped and on the ground as Alex Karev took off running.

His heart pounded, usually the thrill was the thing he loved the most but this wasn't a thrill, no, this was dread. When he burst into your room, the first thing he heard was, "Clear!" and heard the noise of the defibrillator.

"What's going on?!" He yelled over the chaos.

"Get him outta here!" Bailey yelled, "Charge to 200! Get him outta here, O'Malley!"

George tried but a determined Alex was a strong Alex. He resisted George's grip, shoving him back every chance he tried to take him out. It got to the point that George gave up, "Dr Bailey!" He exclaimed, hopelessly as Alex barged to your bedside. Bailey couldn't do anything, she was busy trying to save your life, she couldn't deal with Karev as well so she let him be.

"Don't you dare die on me," Alex hissed, eyes flooding with tears, "don't you dare. Can't do that to me, (y/n). Can't have me sitting here waiting for two days to just die on me-" he looked to Bailey, "Save her... please."

Bailey's eyes met Alex's and she found a lump in her throat, "You hear him?" She asked you as the paddles charged, "don't you dare die on us, (y/n)." With one final shock, the monitor started to beep again, "Heart rate is coming back up," she said with a relieved sigh, "Thank the Lord. Levels are stabilising."

Alex collapsed into the chair at your bedside, hand clamped around yours, as his eyes closed, letting the relief wash over him. You were alive; you were stable.

"What- what caused it?"

Bailey shook her head, "Don't know, levels were fine but as soon as you left the room they started to drop so do me a favour, Karev," she looked pointedly at him, "don't leave this room again." Normally he would've bit back, said a comment about her forcing him out but instead, he just nodded falling back into his chair, hand still in yours, "I'll check every hour, okay? You page me immediately, got it?" Again, he nodded and then the room cleared out.

Alex didn't turn the monitors down, he needed to hear the steady beep to know that you were okay, you were alive and you were breathing. For the last three hours that he'd sat here, he had prayed to every god he could remember the name of - he didn't know if it counted but even started praying to some Greek Gods as well. Why have God in the title if it doesn't count? His hand was still firmly in yours.

Bailey had checked five times in the three hours, checking on you but also on him. She brought him a soda, a sandwich and a muffin and didn't leave until he'd drained half the can and eaten one of the sandwiches. He hadn't realised how hungry he was until he'd started eating, he devoured the rest of meal once she'd left. You were still stable but you weren't awake yet. Bailey was optimistic but Alex wasn't. He was dreading the worst, expecting your levels to become unstable again but as he was dosing off, he felt your hand twitch in his.

He shot up, "(y/n)?" He asked staring at your hand and then at you and much to his relief, your eyes began to flutter open. He let out a sound that was half laugh, half sob. Utter relief crashed over him, "You're awake," he grinned, "you're actually awake."

"A-Alex?" You croaked.

"Here," he said gently as he grabbed a plastic cup and straw and filled it with water from the jug on your bedside unit, "Drink up. How you feeling?"

"Sore."

"Multiple ruptured organs and a few broken bones'll do that to you," Alex teased with a smile. You noticed his hand was still in yours, warm and strong. He saw your eyes narrow at your joined hands and he was quick to pull his back despite everything inside him not wanting to, "I- I'm gonna page Bailey, you drink up." He helped you take the water and left. He was just outside, close enough to make sure that you were still safe - still alive.

It was as he left you looked around the room and you noticed the camping cot which was set up on the floor next to your bed. You frowned. Someone had been staying here. Was it... no, it couldn't have been Alex; Alex hated you.

Your thoughts were cut off by Bailey bursting into your room, "Oh thank the Lord," she grinned, "it's good to see you awake. You scared us." As Bailey checked you over, Alex returned to the seat next to you. Bailey saw your confused expression seeing him sat there, normal clothes not working, "Karev," she said, "go and get (y/n) a sandwich, will you? She's hungry." Alex went to argue, to tell Bailey she told him not to leave your room but Bailey's pointed look made him stop and nod. He left a second later giving you one last worried look, "She's fine now go."

You looked up at Bailey who sighed and looked down at you, "You had that boy scared to death, you know."

"Who? Alex?!"

Bailey nodded, "You're not the only one who's surprised. As soon as you were admitted he was here. It was his day off and he was here. Soon as you got outta surgery he was set up in your room. He hasn't left since Tuesday."

You looked down to the cot next to you, "He's been here the whole time?"

Bailey nodded, "I don't know what's going on between the two of you - if anything - but I'd say that there's something." Your frown deepened and Bailey smiled, "Just... be patient with him."

When Alex came back, Bailey gave you a secret nod with a knowing smile before she left promising to come check on you every hour and to not dare think about going back into a coma otherwise she would kill you. "I'm a doctor, I know how to save people but I know how to kill them too."

"Hey," Alex said as he placed a sandwich and soda on the unit beside your bed, "You okay?"

You nodded, finding yourself rather overwhelmed and touched by his actions. He - Alex Karev - had stayed by your side since the accident. What did that mean? What did Dr Bailey mean? You nodded quickly, "Yeah," you said softly, "just tired."

Alex puffed out a long breath as he sat in the seat next to your bed, "Yeah, you must be. Gave me- gave us all a fright."

Silence fell and the two of you fell into the comfort of the sounds of the hospital. You sipped at the soda Alex had brought before curiosity got the better of you, "Alex... why did you stay with me?"

You could've sworn his cheeks flushed a darker shade of pink but he rubbed his hands over his tired looking face so you couldn't have been sure, "Hell if I know," he muttered, "it's not like we're friends but... I didn't want you to be alone. You're the only one that's almost like a friend and... I dunno." He shrugged, "I don't really understand it myself." Maybe there was something deeper lurking under the surface but he didn't know. That was something you'd have to navigate together, "I know you'd have probably preferred Cristina or Mer-"

You took his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Thank you, Alex," you whispered, "for everything. Thank you." Now, this time you could see the tips of his ears go pink. You smiled, "Now when are you going to shower cause boy you are looking rough-"

"Shut up!" Alex rolled his eyes but he laughed with you and for once, it felt nice to joke around with him. It felt normal. You didn't know what was going to happen but you somehow knew that he would be beside you, figuring out this crazy journey together and somehow, that made it a little less scary.

[minimomoe]

Believe Me

another song association. this time No One Noticed by The Marias

Toji stood on your front porch with heavy steps. From the looks of it, the house was completely quiet with all the windows devoid of light. It should be, given that it was 1 in the morning. He winced when he checked the time on his phone. You were going chew him out for this. You had every right to. He promised to come home earlier, even went as far as telling you to get all dolled up so that he could take you out and your eyes glittered at the instructions. There was no way you wouldn't be pissed off by his change of plans.

Toji fitted his copy of the key that you gave him into the locks quietly turned the handles. He toed off his shoes and silently padded through the house in search of you. What he didn't expect was for you to be sitting on the couch with a blanket wrapped around your body, scrolling through your phone with disdain.

"Fucking hell," he started. You had startled the large man. Not enough to make him jump out of his skin but he was sure you'd be sleeping by now. You were usually knocked out once the clock hit 10pm.

"Look who finally decided to show up," you muttered. You didn't even spare him a glance. Swipe, swipe, swipe is all you did with your fingers. Toji carefully treaded to where you sat at. His feet touched something on the ground, and when his eyes adjusted he the black heels that he loved to see decorating your feet on the floor. You were going to wear them out tonight.

"Is your phone broken?"

Toji should answer carefully. If he lied it wouldn't help him, but if he told the truth it would only make you more upset. He got down on one knee, resting his hand on your blanket covered thigh in hopes of warming up to you but you shrugged him off. He sighed.

"No. It isn't."

You sniffled, refusing to look at him. "Right. You told me to get ready, then didn't answer your phone for hours, just to show up here at the dead of night. I went through all seven stages of grief for nothing. Thanks."

"Something came up."

"Something came up," you echoed. Even with the faint glow of your phone illuminating your face, Toji could see the tears start to well up in your lashes. "Must've been important."

Silence stretched for miles between the two of you. Toji could see your walls building up, shutting him out, and he felt a tinge of panic in his chest. He knew he put you through a lot, but that's part of the reason why he loved you. He felt like you understood him better than others. You didn't pry, you didn't have some unrealistic expectation of him; you took him as he was. You loved him. But it seems like even you had your limits.

"Listen, I--"

"Don't worry about it, Toji," you sighed. You swung your legs out from under you and stood up from the couch. The blanket pooled around your feet on the floor, revealing a new dress he hasn't seen before. It was beautiful, hugging your curves and showed off the top of your cleavage. Toji mentally kicked himself once again. "It was my fault, really. I got excited. Too excited. I know how unpredictable your schedule is. I should've expected it."

You sounded defeated. You wanted to walk past him but Toji wouldn't let you. He latched onto your wrist, silently begging you not to go.

"I'm really tired, Toji. So fucking tired," you whispered.

Toji took your by the waist, pulling you closer to his body and you tried to protest. You stiffened your hands on his biceps, wanting to keep the space between your bodies but he wouldn't let you. Toji couldn't afford to give you space right now. Not when you sounded like you wanted to pull away from everything.

"I'm gonna make it up to you," he promised. As if his promises were any good. Your gaze was elsewhere- to the side of him, on the floor, past his head. Anywhere but his eyes.

"I should've called you." His lips found your cheek, kissing away the single tear that trailed down your skin. His hands snaked tighter around your frame, encasing you, trapping you in his affection.

"I' fucked up, okay? Look at me." Consoling you for a mistake he made was hard enough. The sincerity and vulnerability that came with being in a relationship is something that Toji had to dig deep to find. It was hundreds of feet below his tough exterior that he has meticulously built and hardened over the years, but he would chip it away to give you his heart. If you were still willing to put up with all of his bullshit.

"Look at me," he said again. Ordering you to... pleading for you to. When you spare him a glance he felt his chest open up. Your lashes clumped together in spikes as you blinked up at him with a look stained with apprehension.

"You think I'm easy," you muttered.

"Stop putting words in my mouth," he said. Toji cupped your chin and tilted your head up. You resisted it stubbornly at first, but he would stay there for as long as it took. When you tipped your head up to him, he kissed the corner of his mouth with all the softness he could muster up. So tenderly he wasn't even sure he touched your skin but you sighed. The tension in your body melted ever so slightly.

"What do I gotta do to make it up to you?" Another kiss on the other side of your mouth. Firmer, needier. He resisted the urge to take your lips fully, but even the corner of your mouth made him ache for you.

You stopped pushing him away. That was a good sign. There was a chance. "I don't know," you mumbled. "I don't know."

"Come on, ma. Tell me what you want."

You looked like you were deciding just how serious Toji was this time. He didn't deserve your patience but you gave it to him anyways. "I want to spend time with you, Toji. And I don't always want it to be after the sunsets but before the sun rises. It's like I'm in a relationship with a ghost. You're holding me now but then you'll leave without a trace." You avereted your eyes. Toji was plunged back in darkness. "I'm getting tired of it all."

"You want me to leave?"

It was unfair of him to push it back on you, he knew that, but he has never played fair in his life. Toji would do whatever you wanted him to... as long as you didn't really want him to leave you. He doesn't think he could at this point. He didn't even realize he was holding his breath until you spoke again.

"No. No I don't," you said quietly. You bit your bottom lip and nestled your cheek into his hand. "I miss you so fucking much but you're just gonna do this shit again."

"I'll work something out," he whispered on your lips. You still wanted him. He was selfish, he was greedy, and he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You moaned, clutching the fabric on his chest as you got swept up in his advances. You had on that lip gloss that he always found amusing, the one that left his lips cool and tingling. He drank you in, leaving no way for you to shy away. He needed you, and for reasons he couldn't understand, you still wanted him too.

"Give me another chance, yeah? You won't regret it."

You had no reason to believe him. You should've kicked him out the second you had the strength to, but you were weak to his advances. Toji knew that, and he used it to his benefit. He kissed your jaw, neck and shoulder. You were obsessed with each other leaving was never going to be easy.

"One last chance."

"That's all I'm asking for."

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[blueberryarchive]

i want reader to call him again...please

𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙧!𝙟𝙠

previously on steph's house // later at the game...

tw: mentions of non-con

You've always heard men talk about having called at least once in their life to have sex on the phone. They usually called in groups, mutual support or stupidity, you didn't know which it was.

You knew you always wanted to know how those women could have such rich, soft and daring voices. Even when they laughed it seemed like a well-rehearsed choreography and at the end they said your name as if they knew you down to your bones. You wanted that gift, you would pay for that gift.

Now much more than ever. Or maybe you would like to know how to make another decision as daring as taking the phone from the living room again and hiding it in the bathroom at Steph's house. The girls sleeping upstairs. You should probably go back to bed.

How dare you? You have a boyfriend, for God's sake. And not only that, but with this idiot? You could feel Steph's gaze on the back of your neck, judging your finger to make the final turn.

555-5662

The buzzing is the same, the heavy lump in your throat is not. You knew what awaited you on the other side of the line, it was cruel and disgusting; but you were lying if you said you didn't need to listen a little more.

In the silent night, in the darkness of the chick-yellow bathroom, shame haunts you, warming your ears, your hands on the phone when the soft click was heard on the other side.

"Mm." Was his response, silence was yours. What the hell had you done, were you crazy?

"Fuck," he laughed lowly, "not you again."

"Do you really play?"

"I'm on the team, if that's what you want to know. But I don't think you're adding numbers to your phone bill to ask so much shit, am I wrong?"

You let your forehead cool on the tiles on the wall, is he wrong?

"God, if I had you in front of me…” Jungkook sighed and your heart skipped a beat.

"What?"

"I would force your mouth open to see if you learn to answer people when they talk to you."

"Do you always have music on when you sleep?"

"Are you always such an annoying cunt?"

Your chest burns, your eyes sting.

"You probably have a boyfriend, you all have a lapdog behind you so you don't get bored."

"Please. My boyfriend can kick your ass." You responded quickly, letting the burning spread like burning garbage.

"Are you, then?"

"What?"

"Are you so bored that you have to call the weirdo from college."

"I don't even know why they consider you weird."

This time the laughter was genuine, stupid popular girl, didn't know what she was getting into.

"You would have noticed a while ago if you were in front of me."

"Are you missing teeth or something?" You laughed, chewing on your nails.

"I'd have you bend over with your head on the ground while I split that pussy in two. You'll probably be crying and your little pussy bleeding from the dryness."

"What if I don't want to?" And you cursed yourself for having hesitated, your callgirl career looked even further away.

"Who said anything about wanting?"

And there it was, the heavy knot tied lower, down your stomach to your legs.

"That's illegal."

"Shut up and put your hand between your legs." He interrupted. The smell of detergent was so strong all of a sudden, you looked at your pathetic reflection in the sink mirror.

"You're sick."

"And you're an insignificant whore who calls me at 4 in the morning to listen to my voice and touch herself. Wanting me to tell her exactly what she wants." The stranger growled under his breath. "You're all so spoiled and pathetic, you disgust me."

"Fuck you." Your wet cheeks started to bother you.

Silence, his laughter was lethal, hoarse from hours of interrupted sleep.

"Don't let me find out who you are, callgirl. You gonna' regret it."

Your eyes opened, the darkness and silence were no longer your allies, they now seemed to engulf you. Click, the unbearable tone torturing your ear.

[darlingdaisyfarm]

the river splits but still runs home (Stan & Ford)

twins. like light split in two, a star cracked open in the womb and made two hands of the same body, reaching for each other before they even knew what hands were

it starts like this

a house where the salt spray eats the paint off the walls. their mother, Caryn, is standing in the kitchen, wrists deep in soapy water, humming some song neither of them know the words to. the windows are open and the ocean breathes in, breathes out, just like she taught them

Ford is at the table with his glasses slipping down his nose, chewing on the end of a pencil, something half-sketched in the margins of his notebook. Stan is on the floor, legs kicked out behind him, tongue stuck between his teeth as he wrestles a knotted fishing line into submission.

“you're gonna snap it,” Ford says without looking up.

“no, i'm not.”

“you're holding it wrong.”

“you're holding your face wrong!”

Caryn sighs, scrubbing a plate with the practiced hands of someone who has done this a thousand times before and will do it a thousand times more. “boys.” she says

Stan gives the line a particularly aggressive tug and. . . snap.

Ford looks up. Stan looks down.

Caryn turns, raising her eyebrows.

“. . . Ford did it” Stan says immediately.

Ford's mouth drops open. “i did not!”

“you were distracting me!”

“you're the one who broke it!”

“okay, okay,” their mother interrupts before it turns into a wrestling match. she dries her hands on a dishtowel and comes over, kneeling down next to her son Stanley. “let me see.”

Stan holds up the ruined line, eyes downcast. Caryn takes it, carefully untangling what's left, making something whole out of something broken.

“not a big deal,” she says calmly. “i've got another one in the drawer.”

Stan sniffs, rubbing at his nose with his sleeve. “i wanted to do it myself.”

“i know, baby,” she murmurs. she kisses the top of his head softly. ”you'll get it next time.”

Ford watches, silent. Stan exhales, some of the tension leaving his shoulders, the need to prove something wilting under their mother’s hand on his back.

“help me with dinner?” she asks, gently ruffling his hair.

“yeah,” Stanley answers, already halfway to forgetting. he scrambles to his feet, following her like a little shadow.

Ford watches them go. he pushes his glasses up his nose. picks up his pencil. finishes the half-sketched drawing.

the ocean breathes in, breathes out

the first time Ford tastes saltwater, it’s because his brother dunked him under the waves. it’s a game kids play when they don’t yet know the world is full of real drownings. Ford comes up coughing, spitting out the ocean, laughing loudly. Stan’s grin is wide and reckless.

“gotcha, poindexter!” he crows, hands still in the water, ready to do it again.

Ford shoves him back, not that hard but it makes Stan stumble and splash into the shallows. their mother calls from the shore, “boys, don’t go too deep!” but she’s smiling, and the wind carries her words off over the tide.

their mother, so young. her dark hair twisted up in a scarf, her dress fluttering, hands on her hips. she worries, always, but right now she lets the worry go. the ocean is big, but her boys are still here.

Ford wipes salt from his eyes. “you’re gonna pay for that, Stanley!”

“you can’t even catch me, four-eyes!”

and then they’re off, kicking up seafoam, yelling so loud they could wake up every gull on the shore. Ford chasing, Stan laughing, the two of them running so fast they forget about gravity, about time, about the fact that childhood ends.

Caryn watches from the shore, hand shading her eyes. her boys. her impossible boys. her heart aches just looking at them.

years later, one name will be stolen, the other lost in a machine meant to swallow men whole.

but she does not know that yet.

for now, her boys are hers.

“boys! dinner!”

two twins, Stan and Ford are already running, tangled together, because that's what twins do. they spill into the kitchen in one motion, laughing, shoving, too loud, too much. Caryn shakes her head but she's smiling.

“plates,” she reminds, tapping the counter, and Stan groans but Ford grabs them both.

their mother watches them eat as she asks. “what are you going to be when you grow up?”

Ford swallows his bite too fast, too excited to answer that. “an adventurer!” he says, as if he's thought about this every night before sleeping. (he has.) “a scientist. a— a traveler, maybe. i'll see things nobody's ever seen before!”

“and you, Stanley?”

Stan taps his fork against his plate. shrugs. “i dunno,” he says. “but wherever he goes, i'll go too.”

Ford looks at him. like the sun looks at the moon, like gravity itself, like there is no world in which they are apart. “yeah, yeah, of course.” he smiles at his twin

their mother closes her eyes. she wants to believe it. she hopes. god, she hopes.

she has a feeling, deep in her gut, that one day, Ford is going to go somewhere Stanley can’t follow.

they are eight, they are ten, they are twelve.

“you think,” Stan mumbles one night. “when we're old, we'll still be like this?”

Ford snorts. ”old?”

“like, really old. like . . . like thirty.”

Ford laughs into his pillow. “yeah. of course. what kind of question is that?”

Stan doesn't know. it just. . . sometimes he gets scared, that's all.

years pass and they swallow them whole.

time is not kind to their dreams. it chews them up and spits them out on different shores.

Ford falls into another world, Stan falls into survival. they are no longer boys dreaming on a dock.

but here’s the thing about twins. you can split them apart, you can burn them down, you can throw them to opposite ends of the universe, and still they will find their way back.

years pass.

Stan's hands are steady on the wheel, the waves licking at the hull. the sky is full of bruises, pinks and purples spilling into each other, the last gasp of daylight.

Ford leans against the railing, wind pulling at his coat.

“remember when i broke that fishing line?” Stan asks suddenly.

Ford turns, squinting at him against the light. “what?”

“back when we were kids. mom fixed it for me.”

Ford blinks. then he huffs a laugh. “yeah. yeah, i remember that.”

Stan grins. “you were so smug about it.”

“because i was right.”

“no, you weren't.”

“yes, i was.”

mom's not here to stop them fighting. it's okay. they're not boys anymore

Stan rolls his eyes, but it’s affectionate. he looks out at the horizon, lets the boat sway beneath them.

Ford watches him.

the thing is, Stan was always like this. loud, quick-tempered, full of teeth. but he was also this. soft, sentimental, remembering things Ford never thought he would.

Ford clears his throat. “mom was good at fixing things,” he says.

“yeah.”

the sky darken and the stars blink awake. Ford glances down, at his own hands. at the scars, at the years worn into his skin.

“we turned out alright, huh?” he asks quietly.

Stan snorts. “speak for yourself.”

Ford rolls his eyes.

they drift. the boat creaks, the ocean sings.

Ford looks at stan. Stan looks back.

and then Stan reaches over. ruffles Ford’s hair. quickly and carelessly, just like their mother used to.

Ford freezes what makes Stan grin as he pulls away

Ford groans, swats at him. “you always do that—”

“mom did the same,” Stan says, laughing.

Ford rolls his eyes again, but he’s smiling. suddenly he gets too quiet, lost in his own thoughts and memories

“mom would love this,” Ford whispers. “us out here. she always liked the ocean.”

“yeah, she liked watching us in it.”

once, long ago, their mother sat on the shore and watched her boys in the waves.

now, the ocean stretches out before them, endless and unknowable.

“let’s head in,” Stanley says and pushes his brother lightly on the shoulder. ”before you get all misty-eyed on me.”

somewhere in the tide, in the wind, in the bones of the ship creaking beneath them, she is there. her boys are together again.

they sail on.

[goldeunoias]

Sunghoon stans I give you lovey-dovey sex with hoonie please don't let me down and not say anything comments and anons and reblogs are the the bestest thing in the world to keep me writing 🥺💕

"Turn off the lights" you muttered to him, covering yourself with the sheets. Sunghoon gave you a soft smile that only showed the tips of his fangs and leaned over to turn off the lamps on either side, leaving only silver moonlight peering through the window.

"You look beautiful regardless," Sunghoon shyly whispered against your lips, his warm hands coming to caress your sides.

"Easy for you to say when you look like that" you retorted back at him softly, body burning at seeing the snowy outline of his toned arms and abdomen. He smiled against your lips and kissed you gently, giggling to himself from his own bashfulness.

"What's so funny," you huffed, relaxing your shoulders a bit as Sunghoon started kissing down the outline.

"My eyes have adjusted, and you do look beautiful," he said gently against your skin, soft lips trailing down over your chest.

You jumped slightly and relinquished the sheet and felt your breath hitch as he started kissing down your sternum, his hands finding yours and squeezing them as he kissed over your belly.

"You can relax angel you don't have to tense up your body for me," he cooed softly, kissing over your belly and any stretch marks on your pelvis, squeezing your hands every time you sharply inhaled.

"W-wait where your lips-"

"It's okay," Sunghoon interjected, unlocking your hands so he could secure them around your thighs to prevent you from shutting your legs.

Your toes curled as you felt the heat and texture of his tongue prod against your folds, your hands gripping down on his shoulders as you shook underneath his touch.

"Sunghoon god-"you choked out as you felt plush lips close around your clit, his middle finger circling your entrance before pushing its way in.

You whimpered at the intrusion and Sunghoon cooed at you softly, kissing your inner thighs as his finger worked to loosen you.

"Does it hurt angel? Talk to me and tell me what feels good," Sunghoon murmured against your skin.

"Move a little l-lower," you panted out, moving Sunghoon's wrist to guide him. He let you and hummed in satisfaction when you let out a deep breath, his finger circling the spongy part of your walls.

You couldn't help but squirm as saliva and syrupy arousal started to mix on your core, the soft sounds coming from between your legs making your body burn.

"I'm gonna slide in another, tell me if it's too much angel," he hummed, sliding in his ring finger. You chewed on your inner cheek as your walls stretched around his thick digits, walls spasming every time his soft digits rubbed against your walls.

"Angel your cunt sounds so pretty, you're spilling around my fingers every time I slide my digits in," Sunghoon groaned, wrapping his lips around your swollen bud and sucking softly. The tip of his tongue made languid circles around it and the heels of your feet dug into the mattress, his name leaving your throat in an airy intonation as your walls started squeezing down on his digits.

"It feels like you're close, you're clamping down on my digits so tightly, " Sunghoon groaned as if he was the one about to cum himself, partially rutting his hips into the mattress from seeing you so turned on.

You couldn't even speak and vigorously nodded as you felt your lower belly tighten up, your body freezing up as the knot snapped tightly, liquid gushing from between your legs as Sunghoon's digits rode you through your high.

"There we go~ that's a good girl," Sunghoon praised as he watched you shake, sucking digits clean and moaning around them. He moved onto his knees and pulled down his sweats, and even in the dim lighting you could see the size that hung between his legs, drips of precum leaking from his tip and onto your belly as he stroked himself.

He bent down and messily kissed you as he reached for a condom from the nightside, his tongue messily sliding against yours as he groaned against your lips.

"Hold onto my shoulders, it's gonna feel tight", he warned, very much aware of his size and just how tight your walls were when he slid two digits in.

At the last minute he reached for a pillow and placed it under your lower back, causing you to give him a perplexed look.

"I, um, read online that it helps with reaching your g-spot", Sunghoon uttered out bashfully, tips of his ears turning to cotton candy as he slid the condom over his length.

"You did research?" you remarked to him, whimpering slightly as his warm tip pressed itself against your entrance. The mere contact caused him to hiss through his canines, nodding and letting his head fall into your shoulder.

"M-mhmm," he stuttered out, breathing getting heavy. "I-I wanted you to feel really good so I looked up a lot of things," he swallowed thickly as he pushed his tip past your entrance, high pitch moans contradicting the normal resonance he spoke in.

You gripped his shoulders and felt yourself tensing up as he pushed himself past your gummy walls, Sunghoon kissing your shoulder and collarbones as he slowed himself.

"Deep breaths angel, relax for me," he cooed softly, grabbing one of your legs to wrap around his waist to make it easier. When he was halfway you already felt full, Sunghoon deciding not to push you and go all the way.

"Y-you can do more," you breathed out, grabbing his hip to push him more into you. Sunghoon tensed and looked at you through hooded eyes, his cheeks turning to the color of persimmons. He nodded and bottomed out, deep groans when his base pressed against your walls.

"Shit, you're clenching around me so tightly" Sunghoon groaned into your ear, his voice getting airy.

You were no better off, every breath you took making you much more aware of his tip pressing against your gummy walls.

“Is it too much? Should I pull out?” Sunghoon questioned between heavy breathing, his hips picking up pace when you whimpered out a “no”

He couldn’t help himself as he pinned your hands above your head to keep you in place as your core took all his inches, heavy groans leaving him every time he kissed your cervix.

“S-Sunghoon,” you whined out, brows furrowing as your squirmed under his grip. You felt a tight knot forming in your lower belly again and your heels began digging into the mattress to cope with the feeling, a surprised moan leaving you when Sunghoon wrapped his plush lips around a pert nipple.

“I know princess I’m close to I’ll get you there, I’ll make you feel so so good,” Sunghoon whimpered against your chest, canines nipping at your chest like a puppy.

“Wait hoonie slow down it’s-oh god,” you choked out as your body started tensing up, Sunghoon now holding your hips in place so you could do nothing but take it.

“Does it feel good? You’re pussy sounds so pretty taking me princess, you can take it I know you’re close I know baby,” Sunghoon babbled out, his cheeks the color of roses as he sped up his pace.

Your nails started digging into his back as your teeth bit down on his shoulder. The knot snapped harder than you expected you felt your mind go blank his tip pushed against your walls to carry you through your orgasm.

You whined and whimpered out his name to tell you how sensitive you felt, Sunghoon kissing you messily as an apology.

“It’s okay baby I-I’m really close god you’re so wet you’re gushing everywhere,” Sunghoon groaned, biting down on his bottom lip and scrunching his face when he came.

Even through the condom you could feel hot liquid pulsing out of him, heavy breaths the only thing that filled the room as you both came down from your highs.

You swallowed thickly when you felt him harden up again, Sunghoon pulling out and reaching for another condom as he gave you soft carob eyes.

“Can we, um, go again? Please?” He bashfully asked, the tips of his ears becoming crimson.

You giggled and nodded, your hand wrapping around his base to stroke it languidly.

“I didn’t think we’d be stopping so soon.”

[angelackless]

POLITICS?NOT MY THING!

Politician!Bucky Barnes x doll!reader

warnings: mdni,degrade, slight choking, cum denial, sex without protection

WHEN YOU STEPPED OUT OF THE CHANGING ROOM IN THAT PINK DRESS, BUCKY WAS DONE FOR. The way it hugged your curves, how you looked like a princess, a real life doll in it, it made him want to keep you here all night and worship your every inch.

"doll,you look so freaking good" he walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist he pulled you closer to himself "I don't even want to go to that stupid party now" he leaned down and left open mouthed kisses on your neck.

"Buck" you giggled at his affection "you said it's an important night to you,I can't show up there with hickeys!"

"I don't mind, atleast those fuckers know not to come near you" he mumbled against your skin.

"as much as I like the sound of that, because I would and probably will fell asleep if they start bragging about politics"

"I knew you were just pretending to like when I talk about it!"

"no,I like it when you do it, it turns me on" you admitted

"turns you on?really?" He asked suprised "why does it turns you on, doll?" He raised an eyebrow, his hand caressed your side

"It's just..hot,you know?your voice deepens, you're all angry and-"

"seeing me angry makes you horny?" He chuckled "so that's why we do it after every single fight? that's why you purposely rile me up?"

"maybe" you shrugged your shoulders "you can't blame me for it"

"you know,that sounds like you're being a brat for no reason" he lowered his voice "and you know how I hate brats" his grip tightened on your waist "and you know what brats deserve,doll?"

"punishment" you answered, your voice came out shaky and quiet

"yes, that's right" his metal hand wrapped around your throat, not too hard, but as a reminder to you that he is still in charge "and you're gonna take your punishment like a good girl,right doll?you gonna let me fuck you?hm?'' as an answer you only nodded your head, his gaze darkened and he tightened his grip on your neck "use your words,doll" he growled

"yes,I let you fuck me" you said it out loud and glanced up at him, Bucky's eyes were dark and full of need

"you have to keep quiet, don't want the bodyguards to hear how much of a slut you are,do we?" He raised an eyebrow, without waiting another minute he attacked your lips in a kiss, he pulled you closer to himself, his hands were gripping your sides. He backed you down against the wall, keeping you there. His hand slipped under your dress, gripping your ass "I want you so bad,baby" he growled.

In seconds he turned you over so your back was facing him, he unzipped his pants and freed his hardening cock. He pulled your dress up and your panties down

"can you be a good girl and keep your voice down?" he mumbled against your skin while he left kisses and hickeys on it

"yes,I can" you answered while nodding your head. Without wasting anymore time, Bucky slammed inside you, with one hand he gripped your throat and the other was gripping your waist. He started moving in a fast pace, every thrust of his was rough and deep,not giving you even a second to adjust to his lenght,even if he did this to you countless times before.

"bad girls don't get to enjoy this too much,right? that's something only good girls can have, and sadly that's not you" he moved faster, you chewed on your bottom lip to quiet your cries and moans "you know that I only do this so you learn,right?"

"it's too big"

"you can take it" he gripped your throat tighter "I'm getting closer baby, are you ready for it?hm?can you be a good girl and take what I give you?"

"Buck-" you moaned out, squeezing your eyes shut. In seconds, he came inside of you grunting

"you wanna cum too,baby?" He asked, his movements not slowing down, you nodded your head eagerly, although you didn't see his face since he was behind you, you could tell that he was smirking.

"Buck..please, i'm close'' you moaned out "please,i need to cum"

"Yeah?you need to cum?'' he growled and pulled out of you, leaving you all needy "bad girls don't get to cum"

"Bucky-"

"no,if you can behave at the party, I let you cum when we get home" he interrupted you "understand,doll?"

"yes" you mumbled

"good girl" he turned you back to face him and kissed you with gentleness that he lacked of minutes ago "let's go" he pulled away from you "and behave, or else you won't even cum for a whole week"

"you're cruel"

"you love me though"

"I do" you said

"good" he pulled you closer to himself by your waist "I love you too, doll"

[oval3000]

Chapter 4

Yandere Teacher Nanami x Student Reader

Warning: Abuse, smut. Abduction, violence, rough play, toxic behavior, age gap, everything from all above. Mainly from his point of view...somewhat... modern au- ish idk. College teacher x student.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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Soft music was playing in the background as he spread the condiments onto the fresh, crispy, bread. He felt his body feeling the rhythm of the sweet melody that was playing at the record player. He placed the rest of the ingredients, placing the finished sandwiches onto a white plate. He placed the plates on the other side of the small kitchen table that was in the corner of the room. Don't worry though, there's a dining room so you and him can have family dinner nights with your many future children. He opened the fridge and got out the glass pitcher of orange juice as well as two glass cups that were on the cupboard. He placed the cups on the side of the plate and poured the freshly squeezed orange juice into the clear, glass cups.

He went over to the living room where the record player was sitting perfectly in a cubical section of the large bookshelf that was against the wall, moving the needle off the vinyl record. He walked up the staircase, and he could hear you ruffling around on the bed. He wasn't concerned about your movements around the bed, the rope wasn't long enough for you to leave the premises. He opened the door and saw how you immediately stopped and curled yourself into a ball. He walked closer to you which made you squeamish. He took your wrist and quickly untied the rope. "please don't hurt me." Nanami didn't reply, he pulled your body off the bed to make you land on your feet.

He still had a strong grip on your arms and body that made you unable to run off. He led you to the kitchen where the kitchen table was. He sat you down on the chair and pointed at the food, "Your lunch is ready." He walked over to his seat and sat down.

You couldn't move out of your seat, not because you weren't able to, but because you were a bit too scared. To be quite fair, even if you did get up and make a run for it, he could easily catch you since your back was facing the wall. Nanami kept you caged in. You saw that he was already half done with his sandwich, taking a few sips of his juice. "Are you gonna hurt me?" He looked up at you, chewing the piece of sandwich in his mouth, still not saying anything. You gently picked up your sandwich, taking a small bite from it chewing and swallowing it quickly. "A-are you going to kill me?" He took another sip of his orange juice to wash down the food. He was about to take another bite of his lunch when he heard you say, "Why am I here?" you felt shivers going down your body with the way he stared at you. He was your teacher. Someone who helped you when you were having difficulty understanding an assignment. He was someone that you should've trusted right? Someone whom you so foolishly trusted. Now you're in a place where he keeps you tied up to a bed. You know it's only been two days since you have been here, but you know you'll soon lose track depending on how long you might be here. You don't know exactly why you are here. You kept asking him but all he replied with was "This is your new home." When you ask about your safety, he replies with "I'm not gonna hurt you." however, should you really trust someone who is keeping you captive. It still doesn't answer your questions.

Before he could take another bite he reassures you with, "If I was going to kill you then I would've done it already. Eat your lunch."

You did just that. You don't know if your teacher was a serial killer all along who is psychotic and tortures his victims. You don't know if you are ever going to see the light of day ever again. Just the thought of it made your tears start flowing. You didn't want to cry. You wanted to stay strong. Just not knowing and being kept in the dark, scares you. You covered your mouth trying to conceal the low sob you couldn't keep in. Nanami got up from his seat and went towards you. "I'm-I'm..sorry," you cried out. He kneeled down to your level placing his right hand on your back while his other hand grabbed your cheek and made you turn to him. You uncovered your mouth taking deep breaths to calm yourself.

He wiped away the tears with his thumb, "I'm not going to hurt you. That's the last thing I want to do." He leaned closer to you, "You're beautiful and perfect. You are perfect for me."

Your heart felt like it stopped. You felt like an elephant was sitting on your chest. Everything wasn't clear for you to listen to, for you to see. You felt your head feeling light. "You're gonna.....ra......rap-"

You didn't finish the sentence when you saw his head turn away in a sharp turn and heard his low scoff. "That's what you think of me?" He straightened himself up making a hard fist. "I would never do that to you. Not like that at least. I want our first time to be special. "He sat back to his seat. He sighed, rolling his eyes, "If you don't want me to hurt you then don't give me a reason. And just to let you know, escaping is one of them, not listening to me is another. Now finish your food."

You took more deep breaths before continuing to eat the sandwich he prepared for you. Once you were finished, he took you back to the bedroom and tied you up again. He fixed his tie and hair, putting on his specs. "I'm going back to work." He checked his watch and raised an eyebrow, "Might be 10 minutes late before my next class. I'll be back for dinner. What do you want so I can pick it up."

You sat there with your knees to your chest. 'What do you want?' as if it was a nothing question. 'Dinner?' the second time you spend dinner time with him. "uh....mm...pa-pasta?"

"Pasta?" He looked at you as you nodded. "Okay. Pasta it is."

He walked out of the room closing the door and that was the end of that. He doesn't tell you anything else like your friends or relatives. He still doesn't let you roam around the house freely, which wasn't shocking. So you just sat there for hours waiting for him to come home. Even though he keeps tied up, he's the only other human interaction that you get. Still not knowing what's going to happen to him. Human isolation might just drive a person crazy. You could ask for something so you wouldn't be so bored. Maybe some books, or a sketchbook, maybe he could let you watch some TV or give you some puzzle games so at least your mind is being occupied.

You aren't sure if your family is even looking for you or if anyone even noticed you have gone missing. Were they ever going to find you? Are you ever going to leave this place? Is this where you're going to live for the rest of your life? Is your teacher a complete psychopath who kills people? Are you his next victim? Or what he says is true? Is he not going to hurt you? Only time will tell for you. Of course for Nanami, he knows your fate. So, yes you're going to live here for the rest of your life. As for the rest of the questions; who knows?"

You reached over the nightstand by your side and opened the little drawer only to find nothing. You opened it before, you guess you kinda hoped that there was something there for you to do. The light bulb of the fan ceiling was shining throughout the room. The barricaded window prohibited light from going through, so you aren't sure if it's cloudy or sunny. The only thing you can tell time is the clock on top of the dresser and Nanami's work schedule. You know Monday, Tuesday, and Friday, he has four classes, and on Wednesday, and Thursday, he would only have three classes to teach. On the days he would have four classes, his first class would start at 8:00 am. His second one was in fact the 10:00 am class, the same class you were in. His third class would be at 1:00pm and his last class would be at 5:00pm. He would come home at 6:30. The days he would have three classes, his first class would also start at 8:00am. His second class would start at 10:30 am. His last class would start at 2:00pm. However, he would come home at 5:00pm due to him staying a bit late so he could help students who might need help. He has mentioned to you that he might just come home after his last class since no one comes in so you don't have to be alone all day.

He also mentioned how he will change his class time the next semester so he could come home early to you. Nanami being the only person that you could listen to and talk to makes him the only source of entertainment for you, so knowing all this makes sense for you.

You lay down on the bed closed your eyes, covering your face with the blanket to shield you from the bright light. You didn't know how long you'd been asleep, but it was long enough that you heard the door open and close.

You could hear his footsteps you could hear that he had come home already. He opened the door and went to untie you. He. once again, lifted you up by grabbing the side of your arms and pulling you off the bed. He pretty much dragged you to the kitchen, either way, it's not like you have any freedom to move wherever you feel like it. He sat you back down on the chair from the square, light brown, kitchen table. He moved the bowl, that had pasta, closer to you. He went over to grab two clear, glass cups and poured ice and cold water. He gave you the black plastic fork that came with the food while he had the silverware.

You didn't ask any more questions. You didn't hesitate to eat the food. You simply sat there and had dinner with your teacher; with the person who is keeping you captive in a nice, cozy home.

He poured himself some wine into his wine glass, taking a sip. "I missed you today. During class when you weren't there" That's right, it's Friday, you were supposed to be in his class today. You were supposed to be in school today before lunch. 'If it was high school, would it notify anyone that you weren't there' you thought. "But then I realized that I have you here, so really I get excited to come here." He took a bite from his food, swallowing it. "I'll eventually have family pictures of us on my desk or wallet so I can stare at them. You know and have a family portrait of us and our kids."

kids? He wants to have kids with you. You placed your hand on your tummy, trying to really process what had said. You never thought about having kids, you're too young. You still have a life to accomplish, having kids was not on your mind. He wants to have kids with you. That changes everything. Does he want kids now? You'll have to go through painful childbirth. You'll have to put your body through something that you hear horror stories about from other women who experienced it.

"Of course, we'll have kids when you're ready. When we're ready. I don't want to have kids now when my schedule isn't exactly consistent, but once I change that then we can try. Once you're ready then we can try to have multiple children." He continued eating his food so nonchalantly. " I want to have four kids in total. I always wanted a sibling growing up and I think it'll be nice for our kids to have siblings as well. I won't rush you to give birth to all four quickly. Childbirth can be hard especially for someone to recover." He picked up the last few pieces of pasta with his fork, " finish your food so I can give you a bath."

Bath? you're gonna be naked and he's going to bathe you. You finished your last bite, drinking the cold water. He's going to give you a bath? Is he going to ask you to strip? Or is he going to strip you himself? He did say that he won't force anything on you, so you shouldn't have to worry right?

He got up and dragged you back to the bedroom upstairs. He shut the door and went to the bathroom while he held your wrists together. He towards the tub and turned it on. You felt your heart rate going up. You felt nervous. "I can bathe myself." you huffed out.

He looked back at you, "I know you can." He checked the temp of the water, letting the water fill up the bathtub. He stood in front of you holding to your waist, keeping you still for a moment. He reached over and started to pull down your shorts. You felt the shorts falling and landing on your feet. Your eyes widened and your breath began to be uncontrollable. He reached to the bottom of your top and started to pull them up, but you quickly crossed your arms making him stop. "I can do it myself. I can bathe myself." He stopped and then released your top from his fingertips. He moved to the side walking to be behind you. You felt his chest on your back, "Please I can do it. I'll feel a lot better if I do it. Please, Nanami."

"Say 'Kento'" He whispered in your ear. It sent a shiver down your spine.

"Kento." You said back to him.

"From now on call me Kento. It's my first name." He said, taking a few steps back. He leaned back on the bathroom door. "Now strip."

"I don't need someone to watch me." You turned your head to look at him as he crossed his arms staring back at you.

"No, sweetheart. You can bathe yourself, but I'm not leaving you alone. So either strip and bathe yourself while I stand here and watch or I go and do it myself."

You turned your head back around and started to lift your top off. You went down and pulled your panties off. The thought of how he can see your bare ass made you feel weird. You went on and unhooked your bra. You let the bra strands fall down from your shoulders. You quickly slid in your one hand over your breast to cover them. You were completely naked in front of Nanami. He could feel his crotch area getting tight and hard. This was torture for him. It was torture for you. You carefully took a step inside the tub with lukewarm water, getting more comfortable. You eventually sat down in the middle of the bathtub. Your back still turned to him. Even though you barely had any room to move around, you tried your best not to turn around. Nanami's eyes wandered else in the bathroom to calm his area down. You quickly washed your hair with the nice scented shampoo and washed your body with the body wash cloth.

When all the soap left your body you knew it was time to get out. "I'm done, Kento."

Nanami turned his gaze back to you. He pulled the towel from the hook that was installed on the bathroom wall. He walked up to you with the towel extended to his arm's length." Get up."

When you stood up, you felt his arm embrace around you covering you with the soft, dry towel. You got out of the tub, feeling the towel land on your wet legs. He dragged you back to the room where he pointed to the folded clothes that were resting on top of the little stool in front of the armrest chair, "Change into your pajamas." You felt his grip letting go. You quickly dried yourself with the towel he gave you before putting on the set of pajamas and undergarments. When you finished you finally turned to him and faced him. He moved to the side to reveal the white vanity. " There is a hair blow dryer for you to use." You sat down on the chair that matched the vanity and grabbed the blowdryer that was being plugged in by Nanami. Mist while you were drying your hair, you could hear Nanami's belt buckle drop on the floor. You knew that he was stripping behind you. He removed his tie and started to unbutton his blue dress shirt. You looked at the mirror in front of you and saw Nanami exposed. You saw all of his muscles clearly. You already knew that he was fit so seeing his muscles was something else. He went and put on some grey sweatpants and waited for you to finish drying your hair.

When you finished, you got up from the chair as Nanami took your hand and placed you back on the bed. He tied your hands and pulled the blankets over you and him. You lay on your side as you felt his arm wrapping around your torso, pulling you closer to him.

You could tell that he had already fallen asleep. It took a while for you to do so as well. Your mind kept wondering about all those questions you had.

Are you ever leaving here?

His strong hand kept you in tight.

Is this your new life?

His chin rested on top of your head.

Did you regret walking to his class that day?

You could hear his light snores.

You're never leaving.

This is your new life.

Just accept it already.

@black-swan-blog27

@zeniiis

[okminer07]

A Growing Problem Pt 3

Lily’s hands pulled away and Jeremy couldn’t help but wish they’d stayed there, cupped around the bottom of his face, “Well… a-are you still hungry?” He grimaced when his stomach answered before he could, not being able to shut up for less than a minute, “I’ll take that as a yes. Stay put, okay?”  

He nodded. She turned and hurried into the kitchen. The carton of milk was spilled onto the floor and was a lost cause, so she hopped over that and over to the pantry. After a little bit of digging, she pulled out two bags of chips, the sad corn-type ones that usually required a dipping sauce or something to add flavor.     

“Here you go,” she walked over and tossed one of the bags up to him, the entire thing barely filling up his hand. The words family size seemed to tease him as he pried the bag open and dumped a good amount of the bag's contents into his mouth.   

“Thanks” he mumbled while he chewed, going right back for another helping after he’d swallowed.  

“H-hey, slow down, okay?” She set the remaining bag of chips down by his feet and pulled out her phone, “I'm going to make a quick call.”  

Jeremy stopped, “Who?”  

“Someone that might be able to help.”   

He paled, “I… I don’t know about the hos-”  

“I’m not calling the hospital, I’m calling a friend.”  

He raised his brow and opened his mouth to ask more but Lily already had her phone up to her ear and was walking back to the kitchen. Sighing, he tossed the now empty bag of chips to the side and grabbed the other one.   

Who could she possibly be calling? Who in the world would be able to help? He didn’t think even the most prestigious hospital would know what to do.  

Lilly continued to rummage through the cabinets, pulling out all sorts of ingredients and such while she talked on the phone. Jeremy sat there quietly eating his chips, trying to pick up traces of the conversation.   

After five minutes or so, she tucked her phone back into her pocket and turned to him, “Okay.” she took a deep breath, “I don’t know how much help this will be but it's a start.”  

“Who did you call?”   

“Someone I’ve met through my internship at the local clinic. Again, I don’t know how much help he’ll be, but he’s the best I can think of.”  

Jeremy nodded, “Good enough for me.”  

Lily took another deep breath, “Okay well… we’re gonna have to head over to his place, and when we get back and maybe hopefully have a diagnosis, I can prepare a proper meal or something  while we sort this all out.”   

He paused, eying her nervously, “I… we have to leave the house?” Lily nodded. Jeremy gulped, “B-but how will I travel like this?”  

She shrugged, “I… I think you could still fit in the truck’s back.”  

“Okay but,” he glanced over at the front door and then down at himself, “I’m… not sure if I can even make it to the truck.”  

Lily looked over at the door as well, it was rather small, not even six feet high, “Well, I don’t see any other options, and, I don’t think it will be too tight of a fit.” she walked over and pulled the door open, sizing it up before turning back to Jeremy, “Again, what other choice is there?”  

He replayed her words in his head before weakly nodding, “Okay… uh… can you hold the door open for me?”   

She nodded, pressing herself against the wall, and pulling the door open as much as she could.  

Okay, he thought as he fell onto his hands and knees. The floorboards creaked as he ever so slowly crawled forward, each one filling him with nausea.   

His trembling limbs came to a stop once his head was parallel with his friend. Lily seemed to be holding her breath as she watched, trying her best to appear calm and collected.  As he glanced down at her, he grimaced at the sight of her pinning herself against the wall to hold the door open for him.  

What are you doing? Just go through it!  

He forced himself forward, lowering himself down as he moved forward and poked his large head outside. Though there hadn’t been any real reason to worry about it since he lived so tucked away in the woods, he was still relieved to see no sign of anyone else. There was nothing but darkness and large pines surrounding them.   

Jeremy went to crawl out further but froze when his shoulders smooshed up against the doorframe’s sides. He tried to heave himself forward, only causing his shoulders to ache. The doorframe wasn’t wide enough.  

“Try rotating them,” piped up Lily. He did, angling his left shoulder to the ground and the right up towards the ceiling. Thankfully, the door was tall enough and he shuffled his way forward and out the door.   

The chill of the outside air struck him, sending a shiver down his spine. Large pines that surrounded the house swayed as they were swept along by the wind. Even in the spring, the Pacific Northwest remained cold.  

He crawled his way down the front porch, cringing at the snap of one of the wooden steps. When he thought he was far enough away from the house, he straightened and stood up. His heart narrowly leaped out of his chest since, for a split second, he had forgotten his new stature and was frightened to see the ground so much further away than normal. He stumbled back, staring down at his bare feet, now over a literal foot long each, maybe two.   

How is this even real? 

There was a blimp of movement out of the corner of his eye. He looked, only for his stomach to churn at the sight of Lily, standing beside him and not far off from being face-to-face with his knee.    

She looked up at him and he felt his stomach tie into another knot, “Truck’s right over there,” she pointed over to a beaten-up silver vehicle, tucked away in the trees, “I’ll… go and make sure nothing else’s in the back.”   

He nodded as she hurried over to it, popping open the back door and crawling up into the truck bed. A second later she was struggling with a crumbled-up tarp. For a moment, he wanted to go over there and help her, but he felt too afraid to move without her guidance and permission.   

After wrangling the tarp into the backseat, Lily turned and gestured to the open truck bed, “I think it will do. Are you ready?”   

Jeremy swallowed the rising nervousness in his throat and began making his way over. He stopped right at the opening to the back. The highest point of the truck didn’t even reach his shoulders. Sparing a helpless glance at his friend, he turned, placed his hands on either side of the rim, and heaved himself in.   

He scooted himself in, and once he was as far in as he could go, he rested his entire weight down into the truck bed. The metal beneath him let out a strained creak and he winced his eyes shut, bracing for the worst. Thankfully, the truck seemed fine after a second or two.  

Releasing a breath he didn’t know he was holding, Jeremy laid down, cramming his legs into the truck as he did. To his dismay, a large amount of him was still overflowing out the top. He tried to pull himself into an even tighter ball, but it was no use. Anyone with eyes would be able to see the giant freak curled up in the back of the silver pick-up. 

“H-hey Lily?”    

She poked her head out from within the truck, “Yeah?”  

He swallowed, “I’m uh… I think people will be able to see me.”  

Her eyes widened, “Oh, right… um….one sec.” she stuck her head back into the truck and began rummaging around in there for something. When she reappeared, her face was obscured by the balled-up blue tarp which she was struggling to keep a hold on as she blindly hopped down and slammed the truck door shut.  

Jeremy’s stomach squirmed as he watched her struggle, “Do you need any-”  

“I’m good.”  

She stumbled over to him and began shaking it out, grabbing hold of one side, and tossed it over top of him. He grabbed onto the other end and helped pull it over himself while she fussed with the other side.  

“There, how’s that?” 

“Can you see me?”  

“No, just looks like I’m toting around a huge pile of lumber or rocks. You’re not too cold are you?”  

He murmured something along the lines of yes as he relaxed into the truck bed. The cold wasn’t really bothering him at all. Strange, especially during this time of year. He heard Lily’s footsteps as she walked away and popped into the truck. The engine roared to life and the truck lurched forward. Jeremy listened silently and continued to hope every time he blinked, he would wake up in bed, realizing this was all a bad dream.  

Every second on the road felt like an eternity. The fact that Jeremy didn’t even know where they were going made it all the worse since he had no idea how much longer till they arrived. He didn’t dare move a muscle let alone peek out from under the tarp, lest someone spot the rippling tarp and start to wonder if there wasn’t just lumber beneath it.   

After what felt like the longest drive of his life, the truck’s brakes screeched them to a halt. He heard the door pop open and soon after, felt a little tap on his shoulder, “We’re here, come on out.”  

Jeremy grimaced, “I-is there any-”  

“No there isn’t anyone around unless someone decided to go for a late-night stroll through the woods. Come on.”   

With a sudden flourish, the tarp was yanked off of him. He looked up and tensed when he spotted Lily leaning over him with an expectant look. She disappeared as she hopped down and began wrestling with the tarp once more.  

Jeremy took a deep breath and heaved himself upright, his neck and back cracking as he stretched them out. Hands slightly trembling, he braced himself as he pulled his legs up and over until they were planted onto the ground. Once he was situated, he gazed around him.  

The scene was very similar to the one outside his house; desolate forest, towering pines, and a lone house. The only difference was the house in question was unfamiliar and quite large compared to his grandmother’s quaint hovel. It looked to be three stories high and was breaming with large windows, clearly of the modern sort that was odd for around these parts.  

He shifted his gaze down to Lily who was making her way over to a walkway set into a quite maintained garden. “Where exactly are we?”   

“You’ll see.” she replied offhandedly, “Follow me.”  

He fidgeted where he stood before making his way over to her in a few short strides. As she led him up the paved path, he focused on keeping his large feet on the path. Though he had no idea who owned this place, he didn’t think they would appreciate having a freakishly large footprint among their hydrangea bushes.  

They came up to the double front doors and Lily turned and looked up at him, looking a bit uneasy, “Okay, we don’t want to freak him out, so can you… stand over there and out of sight of the doorway?” she sputtered out.  

Jeremy looked over his shoulder to the remaining porch space and nodded, backing away until his bare back was pressed against the cool stone. Lily nodded his way before facing the door, hanging her head, and taking a deep breath to ground herself. She spared one last glance over and rang the doorbell.  

A couple of seconds went by before he could faintly hear the sound of movement on the other side of the door. Another few seconds and the door swung open.   

“Ms. Duckworth?” came a masculine voice.  

“Good…. Good evening Professor. Luppi.”  

Professor?  

“Wha… what are you doing here? At this time of night no less.”  

Lily’s eyes flicked to her right where Jeremy was standing before continuing, “I have- well not me- a situation.”  

This Professor Luppi let out a sigh, “If this is about the internship, I’m certain it can wait till-” 

“No! No. It isn’t about that at all.” 

“Then what is it?”   

She paused for a moment before answering, “A… medical anomaly of sorts.”  

The hinges of the door creaked. Jeremy was worried for a moment it was from closing, but it seemed the exact opposite, as more light from the house illuminated the front porch, “An anomaly? What kind? Did you happen upon an animal with an extra limb, or better yet, an extra head?”    

Lily fidgeted with her hands, “Um… no. Something… something I’ve never seen or heard of before.”   

“Seriously? What?”    

“Um…. before I tell you, do you promise not to freak out?” 

The man scoffed, “Oh just tell me what it is! Why are you dodging around telling me?”   

“The… anomaly in question is… well it’s human in nature.”   

The man gasped, “Of what sort?”  

“Well, like I said. I’ve never seen or heard anything like this. So can you promise me you won’t freak out?”   

“Yes, I won’t freak out, now tell me.”  

Lily looked up from the professor to Jeremy. Slowly she raised her hand and beckoned him towards her. He took a shuddering breath and stepped forward.  

There was an audible gasp as he stepped into view from below him, the top of the door meeting him at his waist. He took a step or two back so he could actually see who it was he was supposedly being introduced to.  

Standing in the doorway was a quite well-put-together middle-aged man. His head of brown hair was starting to grey and a pair of reading glasses were perched atop a rather small nose. The eyes behind those glasses were bulging out of their sockets, staring up at the looming figure before him, gaping.  

Jeremy shifted uncomfortably where he stood, “Uh… hi.”  

The professor’s eyes seemed to light up when he spoke, “By God.” He stepped closer, looking the boy up and down.  

“Uh, professor. This here is Jeremy. Jeremy, this is Professor Luppi.” squeaked Lily. The professor didn’t make any notion that he heard her as he continued to stare.

“Impossible” he muttered. “It’s simply impossible.”   

Jeremy cleared his throat, “Do you… do you think you can help me?”   

The professor’s eyes met his and then Lily’s, “Come in, come in both of you.” He suddenly hurried back into his house, hastily gesturing for them to follow.  

Jeremy looked to Lily, who nodded before following the professor in. He looked after her, brow furrowed, okay… I guess we’re doing this. 

[atzjieun]

a cup of coffee

summary | seonghwa catches jieun after a night out

circa | march 2022

contains | 1.1k words, fluff, seonghwa makes sexual innuendos 

notes | tbh i'm not gonna go too in-depth abt 2ji since they break up anyways🫣

Jieun slipped through the door of her apartment, heels in one hand and keys in the other. After locking the door behind her, she placed her heels back on the rack, purposefully placing them behind the other pairs of shoes. As quietly as she could, she began tiptoeing through the silent dorm to avoid waking up her members, who would most definitely have questions and comments about her whereabouts that she wasn’t sure she was ready to answer.

For the first time in her life, she wished she wasn’t roommates with Hongjoong and Seonghwa. Not only was their room the furthest from the door, but the two eldest members were arguably the most protective over the youngest member and she feared she wouldn’t hear the end of it if they knew how late she was out. 

“Good morning.”

Jieun froze, eyes widening as she slowly turned, peering into the pitch black dining room. She saw the faint outline of a person, though it was too dark to make out who they were. She reached over, feeling the wall for the switch before turning the light on in the kitchen. 

The light revealed Seonghwa, who sat peacefully at the dining table in his pajamas, a cup of coffee in his hands. He sent the girl a small smile as he took a sip. 

“Good morning,” he repeated, raising the cup toward her. 

Flustered, Jieun stuttered out a quick greeting as she stared at him like a deer in headlights. 

“Had fun?” Seonghwa asked, quirking his eyebrows as he took another sip of coffee. Jieun, her initial surprise now turned to pure confusion, gave a slow nod as a frown made its way onto her face. “That’s good. Where’d you guys go?” 

She took a deep breath. “We got dinner first then went to watch a movie, and afterwards we drove up to the park and just talked.”

“That’s nice. Did you use protection?” 

Jieun’s jaw dropped as she stared at the older boy, flabbergasted by the words that had just come out of his mouth. She blinked a couple times, mouth left agape as she tried to figure out how to respond. 

Seonghwa lifted the coffee cup to his mouth, though it failed to hide the wide grin spread across his face. “I’m just kidding. Glad you had fun.” Upon seeing the conflicted expression on the girl’s face, Seonghwa raised his eyebrows. “What’s wrong, Eunnie?” 

“You’re not upset?” she asked, tilting her head. 

“No, why would I be?” 

Jieun stayed silent for a moment, lost in thought. After a couple seconds, she gave a small shrug. “I don’t know. Cause I’m sneaking home late?” 

“You’re an adult, Jieunie. You don’t have to “sneak home” because you were out with- I’m assuming Jisung?” She nodded slowly, her eyes dropping to the ground to avoid his gaze. Seonghwa studied the girl, eventually letting out a sigh. “He makes you happy, doesn’t he? Treats you well?” 

A shy smile made its way onto her face as she nodded once more. “Yeah… he does.” 

“Then I have nothing to be upset about,” Seonghwa said, leaning back in his chair. Her eyes remained on the ground as she chewed at her lower lip, causing Seonghwa to frown. “You feel guilty about it, don’t you?” 

Jieun let out a small sigh. “It feels…wrong, I guess? Like, I don’t want you guys to think I’m prioritizing a boy over the group.” 

“Jieun, if it was really a matter of you neglecting the group, we would’ve talked to you about it by now. Ever since you started talking to Jisung though, you’ve been…brighter.” Seonghwa shook his head, letting out a small chuckle. “It’s nice. Happiness looks good on you, Eunnie.” 

She blinked, slowly raising her head and eventually meeting his warm gaze. A smile spread across the girl’s face. “We were just hanging out. We’re not dating yet.” 

A smirk crossed Seonghwa’s face at the added ‘yet’, though he chose not to acknowledge her choice of words. Instead, he glanced over at the clock displayed on the microwave, taking note of the time. 

“And you still got home early enough to get six hours of sleep before we have to leave,” he acknowledged. “Good job.” 

Jieun laughed quietly, about to make her way back to their shared room when she suddenly stopped mid-step. She turned back to the older boy, eyebrows furrowing as she tilted her head. 

“Wait, oppa. Why are you awake?” 

Seonghwa gave a casual shrug. “Making sure you got home safe, of course,” he replied.

A small pout made its way onto Jieun’s face as she stared at him wordlessly, unable to put her feelings into words. His response didn’t surprise her; she’d known him long enough to know that the boy would move mountains to keep her safe, but that didn’t stop that small bit of guilt from creeping up inside her. 

Seonghwa, immediately sensing this, simply waved his finger. “Don’t worry about it, Eunnie. I know you’re mature enough to make good decisions. This is just for me.” He let out a small snort. “Minho said he saw you dropping Jisung off at their dorm. If anything, you’re the one with the power in the relationship.” 

“Oh my god, please stop.” Jieun buried her face into her hands to cover the blush starting to spread across her cheeks. “Good night. I’m going to bed.” 

Seonghwa grinned, raising his cup to the girl as she retreated into her room. He finished the rest of his coffee in one final gulp, suppressing a shudder at the drink that had cooled down long ago. 

After washing the cup and putting it on the drying rack, Seonghwa made his way back to the room. As Jieun was still washing up in the bathroom and Hongjoong had chosen to spend the night in the studio, he was left alone. It wasn’t for long, however, as Jieun walked back into the room a couple minutes later, dressed in her pajamas and yawning as she walked over to her bed.

“Oppa?” Her quiet voice sounded from across the room. 

“Yes, Eunnie?” 

“Where’s Hongjoong-oppa?” 

“Sleeping in his studio, like always.” Seonghwa gave a small chuckle. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell him about tonight.” 

Jieun giggled as a yawn took over. “Thanks.” 

The older boy simply hummed in response, smiling as he listened to her breathing slowly grow more rhythmic before she fell asleep. 

He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t still at least a bit worried about her. The public had never been thrilled regarding idols dating, and Jieun in particular had always been placed under a larger microscope than the rest of them. He only hoped that the universe would be kind to her this time around, but on the chance that it’s not, he promised to be there for her whenever she needed him, no matter how late he had to stay up. 

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[divineerdrick]

Homestuck Beyond Canon Upd8 for September 29, 2024

This is honestly a great time for an upd8.

I'm not doing so hot right now. Both my migraines and my fatigue have decided to start kicking my ass even harder. And I'm a little frustrated with that, since I've been trying to participate in the Path of Exile Runic Strife Gauntlet. But that's going to be hard if my body is going to be fighting me. I'm not making very good time as is, and I can't afford to lose a character due to lack of focus.

At times like this, Homestuck is often a comfortable blanket I'll wrap myself in. This comic has gotten me through hard times in the past, especially with amazing wealth of talent and compassion that's in the community. Even now, with probably a pretty hard chapter coming, I'm very much looking forward to it. I'm hoping we can get some more catharsis for Vriska's arc, and maybe finally give her another much needed breakthrough.

Here we are. Finally behind the 8 ball.

Hah! Also, apparently this is just "Later" so we don't have a definitive time frame. At least that probably means another year hasn't gone by.

That . . . that is a much more upbeat Serket than I was expecting. Hopefully she's not playing strong after her encounter with Scratch. She really does need to take some time to process that and move past it.

Nice boss pick there, in more ways than one.

Okay good! Looks like she did take some time reflect and recover. I'm hoping she actually spent some time addressing things though. Would have been nice to see some of that, but Homestuck has a habit of leaving some things to the imagination.

Looks like some opening up might have happened there. That's good! That means progress has definitely taken place!

Fefeta! Chewing everyone's ear off as usual! It's actually a cute contrast to Davepeta going on one of their usual tangents.

Vriska's never been shy about getting in on the RP action. Much less menacing than a Mindfang RP, but also still very much Vriska.

Hah! Vriska's trying to wrap her head around the sprite shenanigans.

Fefeta! No!!!

Nope. Not gonna explain anything.

No glomping without consent!

Consent and glomp achieved!

Looks like they're literally calling them hells. Also awesome art.

I'm still going with (Vriska), but that leaves the opportunity for Terezi to show up too, just as Aradia showed up with Tavros.

Kinda reminds me of the faint image of the stage at the center of the black hole.

Hey! I got one!

Wow! Really pushing the age difference here. This Vriska is still 6 after all.

It's one thing to apologize. But this is still a valid Vriska. Can you accept her.

And apparently she can't do it.

Wow! She really just peace'd the fuck out!

And that's it for the chapter. Vriska has hit another wall. Despite the fact she knows she should, she can't accept the part of her she views as having given up - as choosing happiness over the mission. She's probably telling herself that this version of her left everyone behind when they still needed her, and she can't accept that. But the simple fact is that version of her is still a valid her. It's still a path she took. We don't see any other versions of Vriska in the bubbles, because but for one well placed punch this was Vriska's fate. Sally "thewertsearch" just got to Vriska's death in her liveblog. Scratch makes it clear that Vriska always chose to fix the coin, always chose to go fight jack, and Terezi always stabs her in the back because she knows what the consequences will be. It's a constant across all timelines. And that Vriska always fights to stay relevant until everyone but Meenah leaves her. And then she chooses happiness instead.

And apparently, Vriska just can't deal with that.

[joelswritingmistress]

Oh Captain, My Captain: Chapter 10

Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Your brother covers for you after spending the night at Joel's place while on vacation. You suspect everyone is on to your lies, though you put it in the back of your mind when you go to meet Joel that evening.

You felt like a new woman when you walked back into your temporary vacation home. A smile lingered on your face as you peppered the stairs that led up into the living room area where your brother sat trying to instruct your sister on how to do something on the Playstation.

"Well, well.." Your younger sister turned briefly in your direction before re-engaging in the game, "Where have you been?"

"None of your business," you said lightheartedly as you slung your purse down over the back of one of the chairs at the small high top table against the wall. As you scampered into the kitchen to retrieve an apple from the fridge your sister continued with her teasing.

"Someone's got some extra pep in her step."

"Maybe I do, so what." You took a bite of the fruit and sat cross legged on the couch opposite the two of them.

"Mom was asking questions," your brother informed you.

"Like what?"

"I held her off a little, but-" He stopped mid-sentence when the door opened and then shut at the bottom of the stairs. You exchanged a glance and a few seconds later your mom and aunt wandered up the stairs, chatting with smiles.

"Hey, Mom." You smiled, "Aunt Jo."

"Well, hello, Ms. Thing," Aunt Jo said with her hands on her hips, "Feeling okay?"

Before you could answer your brother intervened, "She hasn't thrown up since like 11 last night."

Thrown up? Oh! The cover up. Got it.

You put a hand on your forehead, going along as best you could with whatever lie your brother had told your parents. "Yeah. I.. woo.." Why am I such a terrible liar?

"Threw up?" Your mom asked, her eyes widening. "Honey, if I'd have known you were throwing up I would have come over. I just thought you were a little under the weather." Her eyes met your brother's with just mild accusation.

"Oh, I didn't tell him I actually threw up until today," you butted in, trying to cover for him now. "I think it would have grossed him out."

"Yeah I would've jumped ship and stayed at your place," he added, motioning to your mother.

Aunt Jo looked back and forth between the two of you, pointing a finger in each of your directions. "Why do I get the feeling that you two are hiding something?"

You took another bite of the apple and shook your head. "No," was the lone word that left your mouth with the oversized bite in it that you began to chew.

"I'm the intuitive one," Aunt Jo added, "I used to lie for the two of us all the time." She nodded toward your brother with a grin, "I was like you. I was the better liar."

You and your brother looked at one another again and exchanged a laugh.

"And it was usually over boys." Aunt Joe nudged your mother and it made your laugh a little louder.

"Mom, sneaking out to see guys before Dad tied you down?" You asked.

"When are you gonna teach me, Aunt Jo?" Your sister asked.

"Never," your mother added, smiling, "That's ancient history."

"So, who's the guy?" Aunt Jo asked, causing you to falter for just a second. Your mother hung open and you took a bite of your apple. When you didn't answer, she snickered. "I knew it."

"I just grabbed some dinner with an old friend," you lied. "Nothing romantic."

"Who?" Your mother asked.

"Um.. Rafe," you lied, name-dropping one of the people you used to see on vacation every year in the Vineyard. Your parents and his parents had become friendly over the years.

"Oh." Your mother raised her eyebrows. "Oh, okay."

"We have zero chemistry so don't even starting thinking anything happened." You weren't about to disclose your relationship with Joel in this setting in front of everyone. You would talk to your mother privately.. and soon. But not right then.

"Rafe?" Your brother asked, squinting his eyes and scrunching his nose in disbelief.

"Yeah." You bit your apple again and stood up, walking back into the kitchen. "Like I said, it was just to catch up."

The group finally seemed to leave you alone, at least for the time being; though you knew individually they would all have their questions. Your siblings both knew you had spent the night at someone's place. You figured you would start there and tell them the truth so they wouldn't think you had the hots for your old friend - who they were fairly certain you weren't particularly fond of to begin with.

You removed the phone from your pocket and looked down at the screen, smiling when you saw a text message from Joel.

We on for tonight? He asked.

A smile formed on your face and you began typing away.

"You were never a huge fan of Rafe," Aunt Jo interrupted, smirking to herself when she knew she had caught you off-guard in the middle of the message.

"Oh, yeah.. I know. I was just being nice," you lied.

She eyed the phone in your hands and then looked you back in the eye, still grinning. "Okay."

You smiled back and then sent Joel another message before hurrying to your room to get showered and pack a bag. You knew you had to talk to your mom. She had always been in your corner, even if she didn't realize how serious you were about your art. There was never a time she didn't have your best interests in mind; and that was the part that scared you a bit. Would she try to push you away from Joel because you lived so far away? Because of his age? Or because of his income?

A sigh escaped your lips and decided you'd get to it whenever you could get to it.

***

A knock at your door made you jump and you hurried to open it. Both of your siblings stood there looking for answers without asking a single question.

"Okay, fine," you said quietly, noting your mother and aunt had left, "It's not Rafe." You indulged in the cliff notes version of your budding relationship with the boat captain.

Your siblings hadn't given you a hard time, though your brother did express his concern.

"From a guy's perspective," he began, but you quickly silenced him and explained that Joel was forty. He wasn't just toying you around or looking for a summer fling. While he didn't wholly buy it, he put up his hands and let you win.

"Forty?" Your fifteen year old sister shouted. The age difference must have seemed astronomical to her. "That's like.."

"He's thirty-nine," you corrected her, "And that makes him fifteen years old than me."

"The exact amount of time I've been alive!" That one made your brother laugh, but he ultimately was the voice of reason and, currently, your rock of support.

"Look," he said, "You've always been a free spirit." His lips twisted into a smirk when he said, "But, and don't run with this too far, I think it's cool."

"You do?" You asked.

He shrugged. "Yeah. You don't just follow the crowd and.. I think it makes mom and dad respect you."

"What?" His words were more than you had expected, "Really?"

"I said not to run with it."

"So, gut feeling," you couldn't believe you were asking your slightly-younger brother this, "What do you think?"

"I don't know the guy," he said, "But if you think it's right then go for it."

A smile formed on your face. One person's approval was all you needed for a little confidence boost. You hugged your brother, "You're an old soul, yourself, sometimes you know that?"

He scrunched his nose at your sign of affection. "Ehh.. I guess. Next time I need something.."

"I got you." You pointed at him and smiled before checking the time and heading out into the evening to go meet Joel.

Walking out that front door made you feel free. Not that it was stuffy or anything. It just meant that you were on your way to see, what felt like, the man of your dreams. 

You got to the docks early, catching Joel in between shifts as he wandered from the boat back to what looked like an oversized shed for boats that had two giant bays, enclosed a dock up the middle and looked outward into the ocean.A little giggle formed in your throat as you stalked him unsuspectingly. 

Joel took off his hat, wiped his forehead with the back of his arm and replaced it on his head as he entered the pavilion-like structure.

You snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around his midsection, making him jump and curse at first until he saw it was you.

"Hi," you said with a little laugh, making him chuckle. Joel's eyes smiled right along with him.

"Hi." He pulled you into his arms and the two of you shared a long, closed-mouth kiss.

"I know I'm about fifteen minutes early-" You smiled into his lips when he kissed you harder, sending your back into the wooden wall behind you. "Don't get yourself fired," you whispered.

"I've earned a makeout session in my twenty-something years here," Joel whispered against your lips.

"Well, okay, then," you whispered back, linking your arms around the back of his neck as the two of you kissed heatedly in a nook of the place. You closed your eyes when he slowly raised your arms above your head and pinned your arms against the wall. Your eyes closed and all you could hear was your own heavy breathing.

"Stay over tonight." Joel's lips grazed yours as he spoke.

You would be his willing prisoner if he asked, and so you replied without hesitation. "Okay."

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[ryuseibutgayer]

imagine darken with a s/o who loves playing horror games but is constantly on the edge of a panic attack with playing them 😭he’d be so done. I’m playing subnautica rn and I love it but I feel like I’m gonna cry at any second 💀

Ok for me it's just the fact that it's underwater that makes me go ":v FISHIES" but I do see all those tiny spaces you gotta go to with the giant weird ass creatures being a little freaky 😭 I mean then again I'm me so I'm not really fit to play horror games 💀 Thanks for requesting! Get ready for another panic attack 🙂 JKJK

ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʟᴏꜱᴇ ɪᴛ

• So you know backseat drivers right?

• He's a backseat mother.

• He'll advise you on what to do BEFORE stuff happens after watching a bit of gameplay and get really invested- if you fail at all, he'll just whisper some encouragement and remind you of where to go if any progress is reset, then he'll just like shut up for the rest of the time

• The reason why he's so quiet is because when you first started playing you annoyed the living *shit* out of him with your constant, unpredictable "aH! 🐥" peeps. So he just slunk into your room like "what the fuck." He started watching and then the next time you reacted in fear with a loud shriek or something, he got scared by the noise you made 💀💀

• This brought him to just stick himself onto the back of you like a backpack so you're less reactive

• He'd still chew you out for a good minute into gameplay when you kept squealing in his ear 😭💀

• He'd also like flinch now and then if you freaked out after a while of being silent- He'd swat you but only barely cmon

• After you start calming down, he'd start chipping in with some tiny stuff he noticed, and then this progresses into like the first two descriptions of him

• If this is a hobby for you, he'll just walk in to see you warming up the game and just hit his head on the wall or sigh, depending on the game 💀

• He will support your gameplay, but if you're a loud shrieking chicken he's gonna get so fucking fed up lmao

• You want merch? Yeah!

• You want new gaming stuff? Yeah!

• You wanna new game? N O 😭 NOT THIS SHIT AGAIN

• If you start having an off game, he'll talk a liiiittle shit to fuel you, but if you turn the headset and controller to him, he'll gladly take it

• He's the silent but super flinchy and angry horror game player 😭 please take it from him the second time he dies.

• Hey if you DO start crying, he's there to cling onto and shake his head 💀

[luvangelbreak]

Deprived | Eleven

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, suggestive? word count: 2.3k a/n: sorry this one is shorter than i wanted it to be but i have sm planned for this series y'all i’m COOKIN

pov: layla

"What?" I asked, scooping my first bite of ice cream out of the tub.

He shrugged, following my actions of taking a scoop of ice cream into his mouth before saying, "Twenty-one questions?"

"Are we in middle school?" I asked with an eyebrow raised and a small smile on my lips.

"Come on it's just so I can know more about you," he smiled at me and I rolled my eyes, scooping more ice cream into my mouth.

"Fine," I mumbled, swallowing the ice cream before I looked at him again, "You start since you wanna play so bad."

"What's your favourite food?" he asked as he placed another mouthful of ice cream in his mouth.

"Ramen noodles," I answered with a nod and he gave me a confused look, "What? They're cheap and they taste amazing."

"I was just expecting like pizza or sushi or something. Not ramen noodles," he chuckled as I shook my head.

"What's your favourite colour?" I asked, directing the conversation back to our little game.

"Blue," he answered quickly and I scoffed, "What?"

"That's such a basic answer. At least give me a specific shade of blue," I rolled my eyes playfully and he squinted his eyes at me.

Silence fell over us for a moment before he said, "The hoodie you wore to the game."

"What?" I asked, taking another scoop of ice cream into my mouth.

"The hoodie you wore to the game. That's my favourite shade of blue," he explained and I chewed on my bottom lip before he reached forward, pulling my bottom lip out of my teeth with his thumb before he mumbled, "You're gonna make yourself bleed again."

My eyes met his as he kept his hand under my chin and I felt my face heat up, my cheeks turning a light tint of red. I dropped my eyes back to the bed sheets in front of me and he pulled his hands away from my chin.

"It's your turn," I mumbled and he cleared his throat, leaning his back against the wall once again.

"Do you have any siblings?" he asked, resuming the game once more.

I nodded my head, placing my spoon in the middle of the tub of ice cream, "I have an older sister."

"How old is she?" he asked and I looked at him, making a fake serious face.

"It's not your turn, pretty boy," I deadpanned and he chuckled as he nodded, "Do you have a favourite parent?"

"No of course not," he shook his head, "I spend the most time with my dad but I love them both the same amount."

"That's cute," I let my smile peak through my lips as I bent my knees, pulling them towards my chest. His eyes flashed down to my thighs and I bit my lip, realising my shorts looked a lot shorter at this angle.

"How old is your sister?" he asked and I looked down at the bed sheets again.

"She's twenty-nine, eleven years older than me. I haven't seen her since I was 6," I shrugged, picking at the lint on the bedsheet.

"Why's that?" he asked cautiously and I leaned my cheek on my right knee, my face turned towards him as I spoke.

"She ran away. I talked to her through emails until I was 13 but my dad found out. She said for both of our safety it would just be better to not talk," I explained, a sad smile covering my face and his face softened as he looked at me.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled, a comforting smile on his lips, "My brother is only 6 years older than us but he went to college when I was 12, he moved out for that and never came back. We only really see him on Christmas now."

"Are you close with him still?" I asked, chewing on my lip before grabbing my spoon from the tub and taking another scoop into my mouth.

He shrugged, following my actions before saying, "We try to talk but he works all the time."

"It's good that you still try," I shrugged and he smiled while nodding.

"What's your favourite subject in school?" he asked as I stabbed the spoon back in the tub.

"English," I responded, looking up to see him smirking at me, "It's the easiest subject. Don't get too cocky now."

He hummed in response, a smirk still evident on his lips, "Sure, sure."

My mind drifted to the night at Downs, my thoughts swirling with worry and I looked down at the covers before asking, "You know how we went to Downs?"

"Yeah?" he asked, a questioning tone underlying his words.

"Did I like... go too far?" I asked, my nervousness clearly showing as I refused to look at him.

"What do you mean?" he questioned and I sighed, feeling uncomfortable expressing my worry but for the sake of my sanity, I needed to know.

"Like, with the whole phone thing. I didn't, like, make you uncomfortable or anything?" I picked at the lint on the covers and I heard a chuckle emit from his mouth, making me look up at him.

"Were you thinking that this whole time?" he asked with a smile on his face and I shrugged in response, "I wouldn't have done it if it made me uncomfortable. It's fine."

"You sure?" I double-checked, chewing on my lip nervously and he leaned forward, pulling my lip out of my teeth again with his thumb.

"Positive," he nodded and I bit the inside of my cheek, hiding my smile, "Can I be honest?"

"Would be pissed if you weren't," I quipped and he smirked at me.

"I kinda liked it," he admitted and I raised my eyebrows, pulling my knees closer to my chest.

"You're such a guy," I rolled my eyes, ignoring the excitement in my stomach as he looked at me.

"I have a real guy question for you," he announced, placing his spoon in the ice cream tub, "What's your body count?"

"You've gotta be fucking with me," I giggled, shaking my head in disbelief, "Contrary to popular belief, it's zero."

"Wait, what?" he looked at me with genuine confusion and I smiled, nodding my head, "You've never..."

"Yes, Matthew. I've never had sex. I am a virgin. Any other way you want me to say it?" I blandly stated with a smile and he raised his eyebrows.

"Wow," he had a downturned smile on his lips.

"Why's that so shocking?" I asked, amusement still on my face.

"Just is," he shrugged, avoiding my gaze now and I squinted my eyes at him, "You're just very pretty. I can't imagine it would be hard for you to get with someone."

I felt heat creep onto my face and I looked down at my thighs, "Thanks but that's not really why I haven't done it."

"Why then?" he asked, his nosiness making me amused in a way.

"I've just never really been into physical touch shit. I don't even like when people hug me," I explained as I looked at him again.

"You seem fine when I hug you," he pointed out, a smirk on his face again.

"You're the exception to the rule I guess," I shrugged, a small smile on my lips, "I feel like it's only fair to ask what your body count is then."

"It's four," he answered shortly and I raised my eyebrows, "Two of them were girlfriends."

"And the other two?" I asked now being the nosy one.

"Random hookups I regret to this day," he replied honestly and I nodded, "Do you ever think about it?"

"Think about what?" I asked, letting my legs slide out in front of me

"Ya know..." he trailed off and I smirked, waiting for him to say it as I gave him a questioning look, "Doing it."

"Doing what?" I asked, an obvious smirk on my face now and he gave me a deadpanned look.

"Having sex. Ya happy now that I said it?" he asked with a roll of his eyes and I giggled, pulling my sleeves over my hands since the cold hair nipped at them.

"I am a human, Matthew. Of course I've thought about sex," I smiled at him with amusement and he shrugged his shoulders.

"You could be asexual for all I know," he stated and I shook my head.

"Nope," I answered quickly before I took a breath in and said quietly, "I am bi though."

"Oh that's dope," he nodded and I let my tense shoulders relax, "Why did you look so worried?"

"Because you're a straight man. I was expecting some sort of whack-ass comment," I told him honestly and he frowned.

"I'm a straight man but I'm not fucking weird," he replied and I nodded, looking down at my phone to see it was already 9:30 pm.

"You think they're done in the living room?" I asked, looking back up to him and he shrugged, quickly crawling off the end of the bed.

"I'll check," he walked out of the room, leaving his door open and I took that as an opportunity to look around his room. He had a few art pieces on the walls all of which related to either music or nature. His room was clean and organised, the complete opposite of mine. There were very few clothes on the floor, all of which looked like pyjamas.

I heard footsteps up the stairs before he reappeared at the door and I asked, "They there?"

He shook his head, picking up a few clothes off the ground, "Nah. I'm gonna go get changed in the bathroom. You want some sweats or something?"

"Uh, I can't really sleep in full pants. It's super uncomfortable," I gave him an apologetic smile and he opened one of his two wooden drawers, pulling something out before throwing it into my lap.

"That work?" he asked and I picked up the black shorts that looked like they would never fit Matt, not even sure they would fit me, "They're Allie's. She leaves her shit here all the time so I just keep it in my room."

"Yeah that should be fine, thanks," I nodded and he smiled, opening another drawer to throw me another item of clothing, this one significantly bigger than the shorts he'd given me.

"What are you gonna wear to school tomorrow if you sleep in your only shirt?" he asked, a smirk on his face and I pursed my lips before nodding. With that, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.

I quickly slid into the clothes he gave me, making a small pile of my clothes next to my bag and shoes. I grabbed my phone checking for any notifications but it was blank. With a sigh, I locked in again and there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," I called out and the door opened to reveal Matt now in a white wife-beater and blue plaid pyjama pants, "Allie is like half my size as you can see by the shorts."

I pointed to my thighs which were covered by the black shirt, hiding the fact that I was wearing shorts that could be mistaken for underwear and he gave me an apologetic, "I don't really have any comfortable shorts."

"It's fine. Your shirt's long enough," I shrugged, looking down at the white writing on the shirt which read 'Ransom', "Are their blankets and stuff on the couch?"

"Uh yeah," he answered, sounding confused as he threw his clothes on his gaming chair that was in front of his desk.

"Cool," I stood up and he frowned, moving to stand in front of the door.

"What do you mean 'cool'? I'm sleeping on the couch," he stated and I crossed my arms over my chest giving him an unimpressed look.

"I'm not letting you sleep on the couch, Matthew. Sleep in your own bed," I told him as I went to walk past him but he blocked me from walking into the hallway, shutting the door with his foot.

"I practically made you stay here. Sleep in the bed, Layls," he demanded and I shook my head.

"I'm not sleeping on the bed if you're sleeping on the couch," I told him stubbornly.

"You wanna sleep on the couch together or what?" he asked sarcastically but there was a small voice in the back of my head telling me that wasn't an awful idea.

"No. I want you to sleep in your own bed," I stated again.

"And I want you to sleep in my bed," he repeated and I huffed, pulling my hair out of its ponytail.

"Guess we're both sleeping in your bed then," I shrugged, walking back to the bed. He turned around to open the door and I spoke loudly, "You go down to that couch Matthew and I'm punching you in the nuts."

"Why are you so adamant about this?" he asked as he turned around to look at me again as I sat on the edge of the bed, ruffling my hair so it would sit on my shoulders better.

"Because," I shrugged, not really knowing why I cared about this so much, "I already feel like I'm intruding in your house. I would feel even worse if you had to sleep on the couch."

"I'm fine to sleep on the co-"

"Matthew," I cut him off, making him purse his lips and stare at me, "Get on the fucking bed."

"God, you're so stubborn," he mumbled, flicking off the lights before turning on his lamp that was on the bedside table. He plugged his phone into the charger before jumping past me to lie down on the side that was against the wall.

"I could say the same for you, pretty boy," I mumbled as I placed my phone next to his, not bothering to ask for a charger. I slid under the covers, the soft material gliding over my bare skin.

"You want a pillow here?" he asked making me turn to my left to see him holding a pillow in between us.

"Up to you," I shrugged and he hesitated before placing the pillow back behind his head.

A silence fell over us and the only sounds being heard were our breathing. I lay staring at the ceiling for a moment but I felt eyes on me. I didn't have to turn my head to know he was looking at me.

Instead, I just mumbled, "Go to sleep Matthew."

I heard him chuckle before he shifted to get under the covers and replied with, "Goodnight, Layls."

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[prismatica-the-strange]

I'll Follow Your Voice | Younger Now Than We Were Before

With the end of everything just on the horizon, not everyone takes it well. (I know the song is technically romantic but I imagined this as a montage of the Umbrellas and what's left of the Sparrows spending their last hours before and after the Kugelblitz destroys everything)

Reblogs always appreciated!

Don't Let Me Go by The Fray | Dividers by @saradika-graphics

That's it. They aren't doing anything and the universe will come to a shuddering and unremarkable end.

Five makes his way back to the kitchen to get another big bowl of cereal and wander around until he figures out what the hell he saw last night.

He's about three spoonfuls in when he feels his chest get tight and his lungs burn. He's been around long enough to know the pain isn't his and he starts to worry.

He blinks to the next floor up, pretty sure that that's where his twin went after their vote.

It doesn't take long until he stumbles across her on the floor, her knees pulled to her chest.

"Margalo?" He sets his bowl on the floor and kneels next to her, "Are you okay? What happened?"

"I-I ran out of yarn!" She sobs.

His face contorts in confusion, glancing over at the, now, extremely long, multicolored scarf she'd worked on continuously since they'd arrived in this timeline next to her.

"I think it's big enough now. don't you?" He tries to joke, but it doesn't help, and he sighs, "What's really going on?"

"I... I-I don't-"

"Don't what?"

Her chest heaves as she shakes her head and grabs his arms, " I can't-"

"Can't?"

"C-can't breathe."

"This is a panic attack?" He asks, holding her wrists tighter, "Okay... You're gonna be okay. Just take a breath."

"I-I-I can't!"

"Yes, you can," He insists, "Hey, just look at me, focus on me, okay?"

She nods and he leads her in a few deep breaths until she's calmed down enough to talk.

"That's it, now what's going on?" He asks.

"I... " She chews her bottom lip as tears well up in her eyes again, "I don't wanna die."

"Oh."

That's all he can think to say, oh.

He knows no one is truly happy with what's happening or their plan to deal with it, but seeing her like this is different.

"I don't wanna die, and I ran out of yarn, so now I don't have anything to keep my mind off it and I just-," She buries her face in her hands as she sobs, "Five, I'm scared."

"Hey," He sits next to her and wraps his arm round her shoulders, pulling her into half hug, "I can't promise you it's gonna be okay, but I can promise that whatever happens we'll face it together, as a family."

She turns to cry against his shoulder, and he hugs her properly.

Then he says something he'd never admit to anyone else, not even their other siblings.

"I'm scared too."

With Luther dead, all signs pointing to the guardian, and the kugelblitz right on their asses, what's left of the the Umbrella and Sparrow academies quickly file into the reflective hallway behind the plinko machine.

Margalo is frozen in the shock of it all, but Five doesn't let her fall behind.

"Come on," He grabs her arm and part of the scarf she's wrapped around her neck more than a few times, dragging her with him.

They're only about ten feet in when she looks back and sees Reginald blocking their brother's way.

"Klaus!" She calls and Five tugs harder when she tries to go back.

"We have to keep moving!"

"But Klaus-"

"He's right behind us- Margalo wait!" He shouts when she pulls away and starts back.

Blue energy flickers around her and he reaches out to grab her again, fingers catching in the end of the scarf just as she blinks out of sight.

She's suddenly back in the suite, the walls being torn apart as Klaus gives up on the door.

She doesn't hesitate to grab him, stomach sinking when she can't blink them back.

"What did you do?" Klaus asks, grabbing her shoulders, "W-why would you come back for me?"

"I wasn't going to let you die!"

"So now we're both gonna die? Margs, this isn't the brightest plan!"

"I panicked!"

They stare at each other for half a second before breaking into tearful laughs. She cups his cheek with a scared smile, "Like I'd ever let you die alone."

A pained gasp is ripped from her lungs as the universe tears her apart.

Five watches in horror as the scarf falls into his hands.

"Margalo?" He looks up to the door, Reginald trying to push him further down the passage, but he fights him, screaming out his sister's name and reaching for the closed door, "Margalo!"

A few feet more and his body goes limp as he feels a sudden pain and then... then nothing. Their connection is gone and the emptiness he felt all those years in the apocalypse washes over him.

Everyone is confused when Klaus and Margalo don't come through the other side.

"Five?" He barely feels Victor's hand on his shoulder.

"She was right behind me," He squeezes the scarf and glares up at Reginald, and growls through clenched teeth, "What did you do?"

"Nothing! Your brother didn't make it through the door and it seems your sister went back to get him," The old man says, "I'm sorry, it seems they're gone."

As the rest of them explore the lobby of Hotel Oblivion, Five steps away.

Not again. This can't be happening again, not after everything he's done to save them.

Most of his family is there, still within reach, but he feels so alone.

He grips the scarf harder, breath shuddering and tears pricking his eyes.

His back slides down the wall, similarly to how he found her during her panic attack, he hides his face in his twins handiwork, all he has left of her, and he cries.

He cries like he hasn't in years.

He finally made it back to his family, and within a month he's lost them again.

His breathing goes ragged when he thinks back to the feeling of her slipping away and his chest tightens.

"It's not fair," He sniffles. His tear have already soaked a patch of orange and green yarn, "I just wanted my family back! I didn't want to be alone anymore!"

He doesn't feel like he'd been put through a freeze dryer anymore as he and the others step out of the elevator.

He turns around when someone gasps and he sees Luther, a normal looking Luther, step out followed closely by-

"Margalo," He breathes, and before he can stop himself, he's blinked in front of her, and thrown his arms around her in a tight hug. A hug she returns, just as tight and just as reluctant to let go.

It's not long until the others wrap themselves around them, Sloan and Ben included, all of the just glad to be alive

To still have each other, even after the end of everything