#PLEASE SEE MY VISION EVERYONE 😭😭

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Devil Went Down to Georgia as Wiltresor 🫡

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I think I’m turning…. Into the dark side….. ough …

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ex-boyfriends describe their relationship with the same person w/ txt’s choi line!

choi yeonjun x fem!reader, choi soobin x fem!reader, choi beomgyu x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, itty bitty angst, mostly fluff, mentions of past relationships

word count?! ooo ermmmmmm good question…it’s long…

coco's love note: this is based off a video made by glamor titled "3 ex-boyfriends describe their relationship with the same woman", I may make this a series so lmk which other idols you'd like to see (from who I currently write for)!

video preview starts: now!

[y/n sits comfortably in a chair as her interview begins]

Y/N: How would my exes, describe our relationship?

[the video cuts to a pink screen with the words that follow it below]

We brought in three of Y/N's exes:

Ex #1 – Choi Yeonjun [he is seen smirking at the camera]

Ex #2 – Choi Soobin [he smiles shyly at the camera in front of him]

Ex #3 – Choi Beomgyu [sits nonchalantly while "shooting" the camera]

And asked each about their experience dating her.

[y/n will ask all the questions presented in bold unless stated otherwise]

— So we met at?

Yeonjun: A dance studio near the area we both worked in.

Soobin: The bakery my aunt owns that I sometimes work at on the weekends.

Beomgyu: A pet store near my house.

— My type is?

Yeonjun: [he contemplates his answer before saying] Well me of course...just kidding she likes fun guys, the confident ones.

Soobin: The sentimental type maybe or the party guys.

Beomgyu: A guy who can hold their own but still love her.

— He was attracted to my?

Yeonjun: Her dancing of course. The energy along with it was always so captivating.

Soobin: Her smile was really pretty.

Beomgyu: Her energy, she was always smiling or laughing and I really liked that.

— And I was attracted to his?

Yeonjun: She always told me she loved the way I could "light up" a room just by walking in so I think the energy I gave and how I present myself.

Y/N: The way he presents himself to a room full of people he's never met will always leave an impact on me.

Soobin: My height and if she tells you otherwise it's a lie!

Y/N: His...caring nature? [she laughs as the producer calls her out for her blatant lie] okay okay! His height was crazy!

Beomgyu: My handsome face! [he gestures to his face and raises an eyebrow]

Y/N: His stupid jokes, as cocky as he seems the guy is funny as hell.

— Who made the first move?

Yeonjun: I did definitely.

Soobin: Surprisingly it was me, she would never.

Beomgyu: It was me she was too "nervous".

— Who made the first move? (cont.)

Yeonjun: It was during a performance we did together, all the emotions were super high so at the very end of the dance, I pulled her in and kissed her. Yeah best time of my life, the crowd went wild.

Soobin: She came in super late to the shop and asked for whatever croissants we had left but we didn't have any so I offered to make her some if she went out with me the next day

Beomgyu: We had been hanging out and I was bored so I just asked and surprisingly she agreed.

— His first impression of me?

Yeonjun: I thought she was going to be this cold partner that I wouldn't get along with, but obviously I was very wrong.

Soobin: She was a bit quiet but really sweet, then you get to know her and it's the complete opposite!

Beomgyu: I swear I thought she was crazy. I walked into the pet shop for some bird food and there she was fighting the clerk because he called her dog overweight. She is crazy but man I was scared.

— Our first date was?

Yeonjun: It happened right after that performance when I kissed her. We went out together and had burgers, then stayed up well past morning just messing around and talking at a playground near the venue.

Soobin: I took her to play mini golf. It didn't go too well since it has mini in the name and well...look at me. She laughed the entire time and instead of me helping her, she helped me.

Beomgyu: We went to an arcade and I beat her in every single game, then she pouted for the rest of the day till I promised to let her win next time we went back.

Y/N: no comment...

— Our first kiss was?

Yeonjun: Well you see...our first kiss kind of started it all.

Soobin: In her car after our, second or third date.

Beomgyu: Ha she was way too scared to kiss me so I did it when I walked her home after we hung out.

— We bonded most over?

Yeonjun: Our love for dancing and performing.

Soobin: We both had an affinity for baking?

Beomgyu: In the beginning our pets and then gradually just everything.

— I introduced him to?

Yeonjun: She introduced me to this entirely different view in life, it was just so uplifting.

Soobin: A new way of cooking, I dreaded it but turns out it can be fun if you do it right.

Beomgyu: A lot of new music came from her, my playlist if filled with it all still too.

— He introduced me to?

Yeonjun: A new outlook on dancing.

Soobin: So many places to eat and drink.

Beomgyu: To not worry what others think whatsoever.

— Did we say, "I love you?"

Yeonjun: [he leans forward and cups his hands around his mouth] We did but I said it first not her and if she lies then it's because she's a liar and hates me.

Soobin: She said she loved me after she met my family for the first time, and of course I said it back immediately.

Beomgyu: Yes, it was a phrase we often told to one another.

— In the morning I would?

Yeonjun: She wouldn't let me get out of bed to cook or shower or even pee. I mean not complaining too much but damn woman I had to pee.

Soobin: She would give me kiss then get up to cook.

Beomgyu: We didn't get up till like 11 if we were together we liked to just be with each other.

— In the morning he would?

Yeonjun: I always woke up first but never got up first since she would cling to me.

Soobin: Um hit snooze? Stay asleep.

Beomgyu: I would wake her up.

— He would call me?

Yeonjun: I didn't have one designated name for her but to get her mad I'd call her sugarplum or something really cheesy.

Soobin: Arm rest. [a smile finds its way on his faces as he's asked to elaborate] There isn't much to say she was my arm rest.

Beomgyu: Fiesty or crazy.

— I would call him?

Yeonjun: She was so mean she called me stupid head all the time.

Soobin: She always called me really nice things or something super mean like giant.

Beomgyu: She called me stupid head a lot and big baby.

— The best thing he did for me?

Yeonjun: I helped her open up a lot more I think.

Soobin: I always made sure she knew how special she was.

Beomgyu: No matter what I always spoken highly of her.

— And the best thing I did for him?

Yeonjun: She helped me with communicating. I get very upset very fast but she always made me feel better.

Soobin: She lessened a lot of my insecurities and that really boosted my confidence.

Beomgyu: Take care of me in a way no one before had ever done.

[the screen cuts back to a pink background with the words below appearing on it]

So who knows her best? (next segment)

— I'm really good at?

Yeonjun: Dancing.

Soobin: Making people feel comfortable/comforted.

Beomgyu: Getting her way? In a good way not bad I swear.

Y/N: Dancing definitely but also teaching others.

— I could be better at?

Yeonjun: Singing because she loved to dance but singing...wasn't her forte.

Soobin: Packing for trips. She overpacked a lot.

Beomgyu: Not fighting with the pet store guy.

Y/N: Being on time or toning down when appropriate.

— I loved to travel to?

Yeonjun: Any place with good food and people.

Soobin: Oh she liked going to sunny places.

Beomgyu: Where didn't she like to go.

Y/N: Places with good food or a nice sun.

— He knows I'm really proud of my?

Yeonjun: How far she's come with dance.

Soobin: She always took pride in how quickly she learned to be on her own.

Beomgyu: Just her life in general, she is doing what she wants and not many people get to do that.

Y/N: As much as I am proud of my dancing, I am so proud of how quickly I was able to go out and do things on my own.

— He knows I hate?

Yeonjun: When people criticize her but have absolutely no background knowledge on what she's doing and why.

Soobin: People who project or are just bullies.

Beomgyu: Not being able to be independent.

Y/N: Not having freedom to do things I know I should be able to do.

— My greatest skill?

Yeonjun: Her passion for wanting to do things.

Soobin: Dancing, I probably haven't mentioned it but she can dance really well.

Beomgyu: Her brain is huge and she uses it well.

Y/N: I know how to make people feel comfortable and I can cook really well.

— I've always wanted to buy?

Yeonjun: What kind of...man I don't know. Clothes? She had a lot of clothes.

Soobin: Shoes maybe, also like jewelry.

Beomgyu: One of those big extra dog houses for her dog.

Y/N: I want to buy my dog his own house.

— I have a talent for?

Yeonjun: Being herself and taking no crap from others.

Soobin: Making people comfortable.

Beomgyu: Tossing small candies in the air and catching them in her mouth.

Y/N: I can make people laugh I think.

— My biggest pet peeve is?

Yeonjun: People adding their opinions in situations that don't involve them.

Soobin: When she feels like she's being restricted from doing things she loves.

Beomgyu: People calling her dog fat of course!

Y/N: When people call my dog fat!! Why would they ever be so mean to him!

— Who takes longer to get ready?

Yeonjun: Definitely me…but only because I need to make sure my fit is good you know?

Y/N: Him always.

Soobin: Of course her! We never made our dates on time but honestly she was so pretty it didn’t matter.

Y/N: Me but only because he has such a nice style he puts his outfits together so quickly!

Beomgyu: Her, no questions asked.

Y/N: Bye it was so him, he is so indecisive!

— One word that best describes me is?

Yeonjun: Amazing.

Soobin: Kindhearted.

Beomgyu: Soulful.

Y/N: Unforgettable.

[screen behind y/n changes to a different color indicating a shift in the types of questions being asked]

— We dated for?

Yeonjun: Three years and two months.

Soobin: Eight months.

Beomgyu: Two years.

— We broke up because?

Yeonjun: Our paths were moving in different directions and we began to not really know one another in a sense.

Y/N: Our lives were moving in different directions and we started to argue a lot, so we decided to split.

Soobin: I think we realized that our relationship was more like friends than a couple.

Y/N: He’s like my best friend, and that was all we started seeing one another as.

Beomgyu: Our communication was really bad, and we had a hard time being honest with one another.

Y/N: We weren’t completely honest with our feelings and thoughts towards one another. It caused a lot of problems for us.

— My worst habit was?

Yeonjun: She didn’t believe in herself enough.

Soobin: She had a really busy schedule and prioritized work.

Beomgyu: Workaholic.

Y/N: Impostor syndrome was BIG.

— His worst habit was?

Yeonjun: Didn’t spend enough time with her.

Soobin: I wasn’t the easiest to communicate with.

Beomgyu: Prioritized my bird over her dog.

— He hated my?

Yeonjun: She could never sit still, always needed to be doing something, could never relax and take care of herself.

Soobin: I didn’t and still don’t hate anything about her, honestly.

Beomgyu: She was bad at communication and so was I so it was hard to get things out.

— And I hated his?

Yeonjun: Probably my friends, she said they liked me too much.

Soobin: How serious I was all the time.

Beomgyu: I couldn’t take anything seriously, we’d fight and I’d laugh it off.

— Were we in love?

Yeonjun: Definitely, always will be.

Soobin: I think at the beginning yes we definitely were.

Beomgyu: Yeah no doubt.

Y/N: Yeah I loved them all, I think Soobin was more of a friendly or brotherly love but Beomgyu and Yeonjun were love love.

— We always fought about?

Yeonjun: Never seeing one another.

Soobin: Being with each other too much.

Beomgyu: How we never communicated with one another.

— I got over the break-up after?

Yeonjun: I wish I could tell you.

Soobin: After we both realized we wanted to same ending.

Beomgyu: What kind of question is that? I don’t know.

— He got over the break-up after?

Yeonjun: Am I even over it? [he chuckles and looks away from the camera]

Soobin: It wasn’t too long, I think I’d accepted it long before it was over.

Beomgyu: Never.

— How did things end?

Yeonjun: Not the best, but we’re better now. We grew apart and it will take time to get back to a great place but right now it’s good.

Y/N: We hadn’t been a real couple in a long time so when it ended it was hard, it hurt both of us a lot but I think we’re getting better.

Soobin: It ended super well I think?

Y/N: It took a bit of space but we’re happier now.

Beomgyu: We argued so much, and that hurt our relationship a lot. I wouldn’t say it ended well.

Y/N: It sucked so bad at first, like I really loved him so much so the end not ending well hurt a lot.

[ending music switches on and the background behind y/n changes colors for one last time]

— Would we date again?

Yeonjun: I think if our schedules and paths aligned with one another, then yes we could.

Soobin: No! But I adore her always.

Beomgyu: Ummm well like assuming we’ve grown and gotten better at communicating with one another then yeah maybe? I don’t know? Yes?

Y/N: I don’t know, I guess only time can tell.

— Are we still on good terms?

Yeonjun: I think so? Could be better.

Soobin: Oh definitely. We have movie nights together.

Beomgyu: Could be better, but our animals have play dates so there’s that.

Y/N: Yes! I love them all, and like yeah some terms could be better but we’re working on it!

— We stayed friends because?

Yeonjun: I don’t think I could live a normal life without her.

Soobin: She’s like my best friend, of course we’d stay friends!

Beomgyu: I think I’d die if she wasn’t in my life, not to be dramatic or anything.

— He would say he misses my?

Yeonjun: Personality, she made me super happy and we had a great time together.

Soobin: I see her too much I have no answer for this!

Beomgyu: I miss her dog, but like I mean like living with him not just co-parenting him.

— I would say I miss his?

Yeonjun: Cuddles, I give the best ones.

Soobin: Can you really miss something of someone’s when you see them all the time?

Beomgyu: My jokes definitely, we laughed a lot.

— Best memory of our relationship was?

Yeonjun: One time we danced in the rain because she said it was on her bucket list of things and I wanted to do that for her.

Y/N: He helped me check off a lot of things I wanted to do in my lifetime and I appreciate that so much.

Soobin: When we made a giant, I’m talking four foot tall, gingerbread house for a contest and still lost but it was fun to do it.

Y/N: We have so many good ones don’t ask me to pick please!

Beomgyu: Walking in the park at night when it was peak golden hour and she looked so damn beautiful.

Y/N: Weekly walks around the park near his apartment.

— The best thing to come out of our relationship was?

Yeonjun: I think I gained a lot of knowledge from her and our relationship in general.

Soobin: Our friendship.

Beomgyu: I grew as a person definitely.

— He would tell my future boyfriends?

Yeonjun: Oh don’t even get me started, good luck is number one. Have fun.

Soobin: You’re very lucky, she’s amazing.

Beomgyu: [he adjusts in his chair and looks the camera dead in the eyes] I hate you. She’s mine. [he flashes a smile after]

[screen flashes back to y/n and all three exes sitting in our shot together]

Interviewer: Would you do this again?

Y/N: Possibly? I think it’s been fun to see their answers especially because they’re all such different people, special in their own ways definitely.

Interviewer: Okay Y/N, that’s a wrap! Thank you so much for coming and thank you boys for agreeing to participate in this video today.

All: Thank you!

[screen pans as the words “ENLUV” flash indicating the ending of the video and we watch y/n and her exes walk off screen]

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coco’s love note: HELLO TOOTS! this is my first “fic fic” back!! tbh idk if I like it, it took such a long time to write and I feel like it’s not my BEST but I’m warming back up to writing so I promise I’ll get better again soon 🫶🏼 thank you so much for reading and feedback is always welcomed/appreciated!! if you liked it please let me know!! (p.s: i was stuck between gyu & jun so 😮)

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This is my first time requesting something but HEAR ME OUT, "Slow Cuddle-fucking with og Sukuna while he is holding (and caressing) Reader (His wife) tightly and praising her (with him having size(difference) and breeding kink) oneshot please please please PLEASESSS😭

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: NAH CUZ I SEE THE VISION, HOLD ON–

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: true form! Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - size difference - monster-fucking (he got 2 dicks, y'all) - double penetration; anal and vaginal - spooning dp position - breast fondling + nipple play - breeding kink - clitoral play (pinching and swiping) - dacryphilia - pet names ([little]dove, good girl, my wife, woman) - soft! kuna, but not too OOC - mention of drool/spit and tears.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.5k

“Stay still, woman…Mmnnn, good girl, nice and easy…”

It’s not a rarity for Sukuna to have his hands on you as you two slept through the night. After all, he is the King of Curses; asking permission to touch his is beneath him. You were made for him to hold – sculpted for his cursed hands to touch – everyone else was far behind or had no standing compared to your demonic husband. And with you both sharing a futon every night, who’s supposed to tell him to keep his hands to himself?

You, his little spouse, knew of this. Marrying the King of Curses was something you never imagined would happen — let alone falling in love with the giant man! You’ve always had dreams of becoming a sweet little partner to someone; for that to be fulfilled by the cursed man who could kill thousands in the blink of an eye is astounding. 

And, of course, being a wife entails all the duties accompanying the package. Especially now, as you two lie together on the floor, nude bodies nestled close on the futon above the tatami floor, and your naked figure trembling from the insertion of one of Sukuna’s paired cock. And your heart drops at the second one brushing up against the crevice of your ass when he pushes the one inside your throbbing, velvety channel. 

“Mmmph…! Sukuna, no,” you whined, your butt inching away from the second member. “I can’t handle both—“

“Don’t lie; you’ve done it before and did it well,” a hand brings your waist to him. “Or maybe I should just have one of the concubines take care of me, seeing as though my own wife is neglecting their duties.” 

He wouldn’t do that; Sukuna’s interest in his insignificant mistresses had long been diminished once he took you up as his bride, practically collecting dust as he hadn’t visited them since you shared a bed with him. Now, he uses them as tools to probe you. And he has to hold back the mischievous snicker when your eyes widen with anxiousness, wrapping your arms around his neck in desperation.

“N–No, please!” You pleaded; it was the only sufficient approach. “I’ll be good to you, I promise!”

The four-eyed curse scoffs. “Then do what you’re supposed to,” Each crimson orb takes in information about your bashful expression, “And attend to your husband like a wife should.”

Further complaints cease at his command, so you quiet down and arch your behind to him submissively. Sukuna takes your initiation with his hungry bottom hand on your ass, squeezing the flesh as you guide his other dick to your lubed asshole. With a hum, he pushes himself and forces you to take his cocks with your bottom, needing a few seconds to breathe when your holes reach the base of his members.

“Good girl,” he says to your ear to make you shudder, and he lifts your leg with the hand that finished groping your asscheek. “Obeying me so well like always…”

He begins to move without a signal, slowly pulling himself in and out of your warm wetness that coats his length with your slick. You can’t help but grip the girth limbs that massage your insides, involuntarily throbbing on them with shaky breaths.  

“Mmmaah, ohhhmyG—Mmm!” Speech isn’t easy, even with his upper left hand cupping your cheeks. And your brows furrow as the upper right sneaks to grope a breast. “Faaahh, Suk..una, I’m too full already…”

“Mmm? Is that so?” Sukuna asks with a patronizing tone, licking the helix of your ear to hear you gasp. “But we’ve barely started yet, my wife. Don’t bore me before I can enjoy you yet.” 

His hips go at a gradual cadence that has you keening a mess, the sensation of the veins of his cocks felt by the walls of your holes. You howl silently, not wanting to make too much noise.

But that doesn’t fly with your husband, speaking to your ear with that hoarse voice. Almost has you melting as he squishes with your cheeks, “Let it out, princess,” he commands. “I want to hear that voice; don’t you dare hide that from me.”

Fuck, the way you felt on his dicks was so fucking good, having the cursed behemoth burrow his face into the cubby of your neck. Slow kisses on your skin segway to sucks that should mark for later. He could never get enough of how small you were up against him. His giant palm swallowed your tit, your ass bouncing with every thrust, and how damn tight you were as you accommodated the two members making your entrances busy. 

Goddamn it, he bites his lip, dialing up the speed of his ruts a bit. Scratching your inner walls has you squeaking louder, unable to stop yourself when he grinds his hips after a sudden grim pound. So warm and snug for him as if you were meant for him. He knew you were meant for him — taking his huge, fat shafts with no objections, just arching your back further so the sensation could be more pleasurable like the loyal, little pet you are. “Hmngh…! Yeah, just like that, little dove; keep clenching around me like that…”

Restraint was gone long ago, letting your voice and shrieks fly out and fill the quiet bedroom. The sound of his skin shaking against your ass, the heat of your cheeks making it hard to think, and the shivers crawling your spine with every graze to your sweet spots. Everything feels like a haze, your brain too clouded to think outside this moment. 

And then you sense the hand on your breast let go, slithering down to your unattended clitoris, which has your eyes shoot wide as your demon husband presses down. “—Khhff! Nooo, ‘Kunaa, you mustn’t…!”  

He lifts a brow with a grin; you dare question him? “And why shouldn’t I?” He pinches the delicate bud, resulting in a scream sneaking past your lips. “Hmm? Plead for yourself.”

“Becau—Ahhh! Mmmm, I’ll cum. I’m gonna cumm…”

“Then don’t,” Sukuna doesn’t remove his digits playing with your clit, and the hand on your chin pulls your face to look at him. “Cum without my permission, and I’ll make sure to not be so kind next time...” His words carry a warning filling your bones with apprehension, yet his soft lips greet yours and he hums into your mouth. The kiss serves as a distraction from his thick digits gently swiping on the pearl.

The rhythm of his hips, however, increases in speed and prompts more moans to be taken by Sukuna. Drool trickles down your lips, same with tears that welled up earlier from the insertion of his girth inside your ass. Your eyes roll at the jab to your silky walls, breaking the sweet yet passionate kiss to cry out as your husband’s fat balls smack your ass. 

“—Ooooo, fuuuck, I can’t,” your eyelids shield your vision, using the rest of your senses to indulge in this euphoric pleasure. “‘Kuna, I’m so close, so—Ooohh!”

“Me too…Ghhh! Shit, me too…” Sukuna presses his hot face to yours when you throw it back, licking the tears off your sweaty skin. You looked so stunning like this, all disheveled and immodest because of him. “Gonna take my load, huh?” He licks the sweat off your shoulder and bites when you don’t respond. “Answer me, Y/n.”

“—Ahhh, yes!”

That’s not enough. “I said,” he pinches your clit again as he gives slow yet rough ruts to your holes. And he can tell by your twitching that you’re doing everything in our power not to come. “Answer me.”

Holy shit, this was borderline torture. “Mmmph! OhhhLord, ‘Kunaaa, I want you to fill me up. Pleasee, pleasepleaseee, I wanna be full; wanna be all ‘round and fat with your child…!”

“Keh, dumb pet; who said I wanted a brat, huh?” He scoffs, yet you can hear the groan as he licks and sucks on your neck while squishing your hot, tear-stricken cheeks. “Fine then; go on and cum with me. So damn needy for my seed…”

Sukuna brings your chin for another steamy kiss, his lower left hand holding yours as his pelvis goes at an irregular pace. Your muffled shrills are taken by feisty lips, teeth clashing with his fangs before sucking on his tongue, and the upper left hand releases your chin to caress your chest once more, tweezing the nipple along with swipes to your clit.

Release gradually creeps up your shaky frame, crying to his mouth when your chasm and anus pucker around the lengths that graze your walls with the tips. Sukuna is not too far behind you, pumping his load into you with a few harsh plunges, making your contracting cunt and rear full of his hot and thick semen. The lower right hand propping your leg up leaves soft kneads on your inner thigh, hoisting it up further so his shafts are deep enough until his pulsing balls meet your ass.

You withdrew from his lips to breathe, your figure quivering through the aftershocks, and your slit and asshole still flutter around his girths. And you mewl when he kisses your cheek and temple.

“Mmm, that’s my princess,” he purrs while placing your leg down to massage your waist. “Such a good dove…”

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs and comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ✩ dividers by @/benkeibear.

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may I please request a Luffy x fem reader where they encounter an enemy who’s devil fruit makes people reveal the truth which ends up with Luffy confessing his feelings for the reader and leaves him all embarrassed and the rest of the crew in shock. maybe he even says something along the lines of “I think y/n looks cute when she’s wearing my straw hat” idk, I just had this thought I hope it makes sense cause I feel like it would be super adorable! thank you!!

AWW WAIT I SEE THE VISION thats so fucking cute , 😭😭

𐙚Luffy's confession..

characters : Monkey D. Luffy x Reader

summary : The strawhats were met with an Enemy who has came onboard on the sunny, wielding the truth-truth fruit, the fruit that causes the victim to speak out the secrets hidden in the depths of their heart.

── .✦ The Thousand Sunny was alive with its usual chaos, Zoro was napping in the sun, Sanji was cooking up something delicious in the kitchen, and Nami was scolding Usopp for his latest invention that had somehow messed with her map collection. You were perched near the bow of the ship, enjoying the breeze and smell of the ocean waters. Luffy, as always, was sitting high on the mast, grinning like the dork he was, with his iconic straw hat sitting nicely on his head.

but the environment suddenly turned gloomy, The sea turned eerily calm, a dark figure had emerged from the mist. the same figure who is the cause of the sudden change, stood on a small boat, his strange appearance made even more unsettling by his wild grin.

“I am Verità, The wielder of the Truth Truth Fruit,” the man announced, his voice echoing unnaturally. “Anyone within my aura cannot tell a lie. Beware, Straw Hat Pirates, for your secrets will betray you!"

“Oh, great,” Usopp groaned. “Another weird Devil Fruit guy.”

Before anyone could act, Verità raised his hand, and a shimmering wave of energy washed over the ship. It was subtle at first, but then you felt a strange feeling in your stomach.

“I’ve always hated Sanji’s soufflés,” Zoro blurted out, his eyes wide in horror in his own words.

Sanji dropped his spatula. “WHAT?!”

“I think Chopper’s transformation is creepy ” Nami yelped, clapping a hand over her mouth too late.

The chaos spread quickly, and you tried your best to stay quiet, but your gaze was drawn to Luffy. He stood frozen, looking unusually serious for once. You could see redness creeping up his neck and ears. Then, in a voice uncharacteristically soft and hesitant, he said:

“I think Y/N looks really cute when she’s wearing my straw hat.”

The chaos seemed to stop. almost tso silent that you can hear the dropping of a needle. Every eye on the Sunny locked on to Luffy, who now looked like he wanted to disappear forever.

“WHAT?!” you and the crew exclaimed in unison.

Luffy yanked his hat down over his face, his voice muffled as he continued to speak, completely unable to stop himself. “And… I like her smiles. And I think about holding her hand a lot. And I want her to stay by my side forever because I… I love her.”

The silence was deafening. Luffy’s words hung in the air, leaving everyone in stunned disbelief. Sanji’s cigarette fell from his lips. Usopps eyes looked like they were going to bust from their sockets. Even Zoro’s usual stoic demeanor cracked with raised eyebrows.

You, on the other hand, felt your face heat up as you stared on at Luffy. He peeked out from under his hat, his cheeks bright red. “Uh.. I didn’t really mean to say all that. but, I mean, I did, but-”

Before he could dig himself into a deeper hole, you stepped forward, your heart pounding. Reaching outto him, and took his hand. “Luffy… I think you’re cute too,” you said softly, smiling at him.

His eyes widened, and then his signature grin broke out across his face, despite the embarrassment. “Really?!”

“Really,” you replied. And, without thinking, luffy picked up his straw hat and placed it on your head while his smile got bigger and his head tilted slightly

The crew erupted into laughter, and teasing. Sanji dramatically declared he was robbed, while Robin and Franky exchanged knowing smiles . Luffy just stood there, his grin stretching wider than ever as he took your hand and held it tight.

Verità watched the scene with an amused smirk, his presence seemingly forgotten in the midst of Luffy’s unexpected confession. He cleared his throat dramatically, pulling attention back to himself.

“Touching , But don’t think this little love story will be able to save you "

“Ugh, can’t we have one peaceful moment?” Nami groaned,rolling her eyes.

“Doesn’t look like it,” Zoro replied, cracking his knuckles and stepping forward, his normal stoic look returning to his face.

As the crew fought , the two of you couldnt help but stay side by side, Luffy’s hat resting comfortably on your head while you fought.

even though this wasnt how he thought it would happen, He cant lie it certainly was easier!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

 book 7 chapter 12 part 3 thoughts!

***THIS POST CONTAINS MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR BOOK 7 PART 12 OF THE MAIN STORY!!*** This spans part 269 to part 294, focusing on Riddle.

Please note: this is NOT meant to be a summary or a translation; these are only my initial thoughts on the events that roughly unfold. There may be details overlooked or misunderstood in this post, so PLEASE do not use this as a translation.

They land in a new location! New assets and everything. Trey identifies it as Crimson City in the Queendom of Roses.

This update opens with Silver showing the first signs of fatigue. (He audibly sighs; Ortho shows concern.) Silver insists he is fine but advises they avoid battles.

Cater laughs at Trey’s expense. He has never heard him scream so loud!! They should go to an amusement park in the waking world together. This is ironic xhsnsvekakw because these two technically did go to Playful Land together 😂

Trey begins to worry about where his glasses have gone. Apparently they fell off while they were hopping to Riddle’s dream. Idia says searching for lost items in a dream can be difficult but Trey would have perfect vision if he thinks hard enough about it. (Me, sitting here: this is a dream. Can you not literally just conjure up a new pair by imagining it.) Trey’s vision is so bad (he’s squinting just to see people’s faces) and he’s had glasses since preschool, so it’s hard for him to do that.

Ortho suggests using S.T.Y.X. tech and data to make Trey new glasses. But then Ace interrupts and announces he snagged Trey’s glasses. He saw them while falling and brought them to himself using magic; they aren’t damaged. The others, even Leona, praise him. (… but I don’t, because what is this time wasting nonsense 😭 MOVE ON ALREADY…) For a first year, his magic control is very good. Is it because he’s dexterous from basketball?

In exchange for saving the glasses, Ace asks for a cherry pie at the next unbirthday party.

LMAO apparently Ace got to practice using magic precisely because of being in Heartslabyul. Changing the color of the roses + other unbirthday party prep is done with magic. Ace also quickly learned how to clean up using magic to avoid Riddle’s wrath when the dorm leader patrols.

UHHHHH a police car starts chasing them?? It stops and a policeman exits, pulling… R rIDDLE?????!!??!?!?!

THE HE c K Is tHIS… CAtER MiSTAKES HIM FOR a CUTE giRL OR A MAGICAM INFLUENCER (IN thE FULL bODY MODEL YOU CAN SEE FisHNETS ON HIS leGS)

He calls the police officer an “old man” and speaks in a different cadence than usual. Higher pitched and more childlike. UHHHHH RIDDLE USES RUDE SLANG TOO… It’s not slang I understand; Adeuce identify it as exclusive to the Queendom of Roses

Errrrrrr, so Riddle was arrested for singing in the streets. He says he doesn’t see why people have to follow the rules 😱

Ah, Chenya’s in this dream!! He was in the cop car as well.

vdkabsjsvsusbkxks OH MY GOD Trey’s sounding like a concerned father 👨 Riddle spots Trey and gets all excited; the animation of the live 2D models also implies Riddle is grabbing and clinging to Trey’s arm.

Riddle and Chenya got arrested for starting a “surprise live” in front of the police station. (A “surprise live” is a spontaneous musical performance done in the streets or in public; they’re common in Japan.) They’re in a 2-man band! Riddle is the vocals and Chenya plays bass. It’s hard to keep members because Riddle keeps changing what kind of music they play. He says it’s boring to play the same thing every day.

Riddle doesn’t recognize everyone else so they reintroduce themselves. xhdvsjwbwkw Leona is smart enough to just call himself by first name; the last name might have given away that he’s royalty. (Typically, giving only your first name is a sign of familiarity or casualness in Japanese culture, but I don’t think that was the intention here.)

Riddle asks them to play with him in his band. H needs a guitarist, drummer, and keyboard player! Backup dancers and composers are also welcome, but even if not experienced.

Cater coming in clutch again… He volunteers to play guitar and changes into his Pop/Light Music Club uniform.

THIS iS SO WEIRD… Riddle calls Cater “Cay-kun” and “nii-san” 💀 Cater is freaked out by this too, even though he told Riddle earlier it was okay to call him “Cay-kun”.

Cater lies and says everyone else with him is skilled at playing too. For example, Leona is as good as a professional at drumming!! Leona starts to protest but Cater shuts him up. They need to do this to investigate 🎵 I continue to be baffled at how active Cater is in this dream and the last two. Holy hell, leave some crumbs for the rest of us…

DROPS TO KNEES AnD WEE PS OTL LEONA CHSnges tO HIS DIRM unIFORM AnD DAYS SoME CORNh shIT AbOUT HoW hEmMa SkILLED At DRUMS (lying bitch) THERe’A SpArKLE EFFDcts AnD EVERYTHING

Adeuce and Grim bring up their VDC experience (+ how Rook gave them 100 points in beauty)! Ortho volunteers his synthesizing abilities. He also can do lighting and video production. Sebek has been playing violin since he was little because he admires Malleus (erm, though Harveston Sledathon showed us Sebek sucks at playing it sooooo—). Silver says his farther showed him how to play the ocarina.

Riddle is so excited to have so many different people joining him. No matter how many times he invites Trey, he doesn’t join the band. Cater teases Trey and says his singing for their dorm’s events isn’t bad.

Riddle suddenly invites everyone to his house for tea?! This alarms Trey, but Riddle insists his mom will be happy to see him.

Trey worries the strawberry tart he brought with him from his own dream will get them in trouble. Cater and Grim offer to eat it in case of emergency!

L ch avajGqian SRBRk 😭 He says Riddle’s mom can’f be anywhere near as fierce as Malleus’s mom…

Leona starts to say something but doesn’t finish the thought.

Aaaand here we are at the Rosehearts residence!! Look at all the family photos. (This is not what the home looks like irl; there aren’t this many photographs, probably because Riddle implies that his parents don’t have a happy marriage 😢)

WhAT YhD fuKKKJKKk

Riddle’s mom speaks in a much higher pitched voice and sounds so caring. (We don’t get to see her; it’s just a voice since she’s speaking from the kitchen.) She calls him “Riddle-chan” and is happy he brought so many friends.

Chenya notices the strawberry tart Trey brought in. Grim tries to eat it but Riddle explodes on him, saying that it is HIS. Riddle’s mom is okay with this 💀 and Riddle confesses he has tarts twice a week, even when it is not his birthday.

Riddle goes to have his mom slice the tart up. As soon as he leaves, Trey releases a HUGE breath. He was so nervous about Mrs. Rosehearts losing her temper. Ortho senses his vitals shooting through the roof and recommends he sits down.

They start looking at the photos on the wall. Oh, Riddle’s dad is there too. Ace comments that the focus of the pictures if Riddle while the parents’ faces are blurry. (Is it because Riddle cannot imagine what his parents’ happy faces look like 😭) One of the pics is 6th grade sports day (an egg balancing on a spoon race), another is them swimming, Halloween, etc. Riddle was able to have a happy childhood with Chenya and Trey; their families hang out too.

Lore about family photos time?? Cater’s sisters and mom of course love to take them. Ace’s mom shows baby photos in the house. Sebek’s dad wants to take pictures more than his mom does. Deuce’s mom uses her phone. He has the framed photos in the closet in his rebellious phrase but wants to take them out when he wakes up. Lilia has an instant camera and uses it to take pictures once a year on Silver’s birthday. The Shroud parents have family photos at their work desks. Ortho regularly sends them photos and videos of school events.

Leona’s special cuz he’s a ✨ prince ✨ A newspaper has a photographer assigned to the royal family. He’d take pics without permission and the public relations officer had to confiscate them. Leona naturally hates family reunions that are arranged just to enhance their image. They’re not fun and people just pretend to be friendly.

dbjsbsjwjens Leona doesn’t really have photos of himself when he was young but his mom and Kifaji would take casual pics. He hates when he gets pestered for photos… like his Ceremonial Robes vignettes! Apparently they want the pictures to decorate the private dining room, Mr. Kingscholar’s hospital room, etc.

Ummmmmmmmmmm… Trey ain’t lookin’ so hot…

He says he has no memories of what is in these photographs. He + Chenya only played with Riddle for a month or two before the tart incident, and Riddle went to a private school whereas he + Chenya were public.

Riddle drops 5 sugar cubes into black tea, plus plenty of milk and honey. Leona makes a snide remark about how it’s rude for the host to not take the guest’s preferences into consideration to serve them OTL (you’re so right, king—)

Riddle offers everyone a chiffon cake and butter cookies his mom made. But… hm? That’s weird. They taste strangely hard and aren’t very sweet. Trey automatically identifies the ingredients; they must be the healthy ingredients Mrs. Rosehearts actually uses irl, because Riddle’s imagination is pulling from memories of his mom’s cooking.

Chenya can use magic but… Riddle can’t?! His dad is a novelist who writes stories with his son as the protagonist and his mom is a housewife full time. Neither can use magic.

sdlhbsdyoaeyai RIDDLE SHOUTED ME OUT/j He said that him being able to use magic is "as impossible as a raven being like a writing desk" 😇

Riddle becomes upset that they’re whispering to each other. They should speak up at his tea party!!

HUHHHHHHHH Riddle says be didn’t go to school?????? And he hates studying?! Deuce shouts that he uses to hate school and studying, but at NRC his dorm leader and the teachers taught him well. dhsvsjjww Riddle hates books without illustrations, but Sebek counters that there are books that will suit his taste.

Riddle doesn’t want to read??? His dad will tell him stories orally while Riddle plays with toys. And he works from home, so Riddle can ask him whatever he wants whenever he wants.

Cater brings up play croquet at their dorm.

Uuuh Riddle becomes fed up with the topic and demands it be changed. No problemo, cuz Ace was gonna talk off the cuff anyway. People start to consider leaving the band due to Riddle’s inability to read the room and his lack of ambition.

Riddle gets mad and starts raging. In seeps the darkness. We try to leave but Riddle prevents them. The entire room they’re in becomes like… locked? So they cannot leave.

A simple color palette swap makes this look like a scene straight out of a horror game.

A bunch of tea rushes in from another room and everyone works together to close it. They dream form change out of their tea-Soaked clothing.

They deduce that the room itself is the NPC and it must have been pretending to speak in Riddle’s parents’ voices since no one ever saw them. The room where Riddle’s dad works produces a flood of manuscripts, whereas the kitchen is a torrent of black tea. Suddenly, a hand emerges from the tea…! IT’S RIDDLE’S MOM TRYING To DrAg ThEM IN

They hear humming and Chenya appears! Leona threatens to turn the house to sand BUT HE GETS COLLARED 💀 Trey tries to overwrite the collar with his own UM but gets collared too. “Anyone that tries to escape the house will be beheaded”, according to the dreamer’s will.

It’s hard for them to locate Riddle; the space keeps twisting and turning and the magic formula governing it keeps rewriting itself.

ERRRRRR the black tea in the room is increasing even if nothing is gushing in from the kitchen anymore… This truly is one big horror movie now OTL

They try to climb onto/into stuff to keep afloat. Then we hear someone crying… Riddle? His tears are what’s filling up the room. He says, “I want to get out…” UM???? Of your living situation????? (Not me laughing around Leona saying in his most insincere voice “We’ll help you, so show yourself”…)

Leona compares Riddle to a rose with thorns, hurting people indiscriminately. (Okay, oddly poetic when you’re on the brink of death but sure, pop off)

Trey begs dream!Chenya to please show them the way to Riddle. The other card soldiers speak up and talk about how strong and admirable of a leader Riddle is. Finally, Chenya agrees to show them a shortcut.

ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

We cut away to Idia’s dream?? He is preparing hacks and such for the final battle against Malleus. But um?? Is struggling to reconnect to Ortho and the others to provide support.

Suddenly, knocking at his door! Idia wonders if it is S.T.Y.X. staff???? UH-OH IT’S MALLEUS AND HE DEMANDS TO BE LET IN (he realizes Idia is awake)

We don’t get to see what happens to Idia; we cut back to the second layer of Riddle’s dream. It’s a ruined rose garden…

Ortho realizes the connection to Idia was dropped…

Riddle is berating some mobs (rule 372: if a red mushroom grows, the roses must be white). He has dream!Adeuce send them off to a punishment room where they have to write down rules 300 to 500.

Dream!Cater overhears some mobs whining. He and dream!Trey remind everyone Riddle is always correct and they should salute and follow him. Riddle has an evil laugh… and then has a smile as he says his mother was right all along.

Seeing this, Trey wonders if this is the future that would have happened if he didn’t get “lucky” and overwrite Riddle’s magic that one time.

Oh???? Silver says his father told him magic originally was a miracle birthed from a strong desire in the heart. He says that it was, then, no mistake that Trey’s Paint the Roses trumped Riddle’s magic. It was Trey’s own strong desire to stop Riddle that allowed him to turn the rose bushes into playing cards.

Chenya reappears and offers to show us more. He sneaks over, pulls on Riddle’s cloak, and makes him fall over?! Which pisses him off, obviously.

Riddle blows away the bushes we’re using to hide and is shocked to see doubles of his students. Leona gets fed up and confronts Riddle about how this is all a dream.

LMAOvvvvvsnbabzgajavaowkw Dream!Trey tells Riddle to not listen to Leona… LEONA IS A CORRUPTING FORCE AND A BAD INFLUENCE 💀 I want to argue, but… he sort of has a point…

Riddle commands we be captured and taken to the punishment room too. The mobs start to praise Riddle for everything he has done for them, including (for some reason) lowering their tension and giving them a reason to live????

Leona tells Riddle’s it’s empty and meaningless to be cheered on by an illusion. But Riddle insists he is happy this way. THIS IS SAD, he’s equating fear, respect, and love… What the fuck does this say about his own feelings towards his mother??

A bunch of Heartslabyul students descend on them. Without help from Idia, we can’t defend!! We tear off into smaller groups and run into the rose maze.

This is fr so sick and twisted 💀 Riddle is starting to wake, but dream!Cater and Trey tell him not to think of painful things. If he wakes up, everyone will hate him and he will be alone again—and Riddle doesn’t want that, right? So Riddle agrees, no one should be able to leave the world of dreams.

Okay so group 1 is Yuu, Grim, Sebek, and Ace. Group 2 is Leona and Deuce. Group 3 is Silver and Cater. Group 4 is Trey and Ortho.

Their phones don’t work so they cannot text or call each other.

Rule 63 is this: those who upset the queen in her court will be chased in the rose maze by card soldiers. If you try to climb or jump over the trees, they will attack you. In Diasomnia, there are thorns under the drawbridge that have a similar protective function. Though now, Malleus has a protective barrier around the dorm.

They hear Deuce calling out to them and Ace is suspicious. He tells Sebek, Yuu, and Grim to be quiet and let him handle this.

Ace goes up to Deuce and “reveals” himself to be darkness. Deuce is relieved and reveals himself to be darkness too. Ace, pretending to be darkness, tries to convince dream!Deuce that the real Deuce and Leona went “this way”. Unfortunately, Sebek concludes Ace was actually darkness and intended to betray us. So Grim breathes fire, melting away the wax (?) Ace was using to disguise himself as darkness and he realizes their mistake.

dbsjbsjw THERE’S a SiLLY TRUMPET SfX TO suMMON THE oTHER CARD sOLDIERS

They beat back dream!Deuce, but now too many soldiers are swarming them. Sebek accepts the onus for not trusting Ace and jumping to conclusions; he uses Living Bolt to clear a way for Yuu, Ace, and Grim to run away while he stays behind.

Now let’s bounce to Leona and Deuce! dgshevkw Deuce thought he was with Ace, Yuu, and Grim… but nah, it’s Leona! Leona tried to run off by himself, like in the opposite direction of the loudmouth Sebek www Instead he’s stuck with Deuce…

LEONA syING hE’S GONNA SMSvk RIDDLE

Omg Vargas Camp canon to main story??? Deuce talks about a sports club camping trip to the mountains led by Vargas.

Ace shows up acting relieved he found Deuce and Leona. REALLY starts glazing Leona up too, talking about how strong he is and how he could easily overpower Riddle if they act as bait. Deuce becomes suspicious because Ace wouldn’t say stuff like that, even if he thought it. He demands to know what Ace’s dream was—but Ace cannot answer, so Deuce knows this must be darkness?

Leona tells Deuce he will turn some bushes to sand; he should sprint through them quickly.

nuuuUquUUYYR hE CALLS bdeuCE A GOOD BOyYYYTG OTL (like, loyal dog/follower of his dorm) AnD HE DIESNmF DiSLIKE THAT OTL

Leona claims to be a kind prince LOL uhhh he does The Plan and Deuce escapes! Leona is left behind to fight off dream!Ace and his heart suit goons.

Silver and Cater run into what I assume is dream!Trey. Cater wants he and Trey (who are familiar with the ever-changing maze) to split up and search for the first years, but dream!Trey wants to stick together.

Cater asks Silver if he ever gets tired of fighting the darkness. How does he do it?? Silver confesses he almost gave into it many times but his friends were always there to pull him out of it.

Oh, Cater’s dad has been transferred for his job less as of late, so now he is able to have more long term relationships. Cater also reveals he used to room with Trey prior to third year (where they have separate rooms).

Lore drop, Heartslabyul is the second oldest dorm.

Cater tells a story about how he pitched the idea of transferring to Scarabia with Trey, which dream!Trey agrees with. Turns out, it was a bait laid out by Cater to test of this Trey was real—and dream!Trey fell for it! He admits that he started to suspect Trey was fake when Trey wanted to stay together rather than split up. Trey, who is an older brother, would always prioritize the safety of the first years!

AHHHHHH they’re being overwhelmed and they’re running short on magic :<

Last group to check in with is Trey and Ortho…! Trey shares more about the plants in the garden. They’re magical and must be grown by hand. Some of the plants move if you command them to, bur some others are stubborn. In spring, they have a concert with the flowers. Ortho says the trees in Pomefiore are raised similarly to the Heartslabyul plants.

OKAY SO. Pomefiore is the oldest dorm, then Heartslabyul, THEN Diasomnia. This all but confirms a fan theory that the age of the dorms corresponds with each dorm's irl film inspiration release date. From oldest to youngest, that would be

Pomefiore- 1937

Heartslabyul- 1951

Diasomnia- 1959

Octavinelle- 1989

Scarabia- 1992

Savanaclaw- 1994

Ignihyde- 1997

Aaaaah here comes the dream!Cater. He claims he escaped alone.

Trey discusses Cater’s magic and how it’s like casting 2-3 spells at once since Cater has to use magic to manipulate each clone. Thus, the power level of Cater and his clones goes down. Meanwhile Riddle’s UM can impact multiple people at once and he can spellcast quickly.

HUUUUH Cater applied to duel Riddle not too long before his third year? Wait no, that’s a lie Trey came up with to entrap dream!Cater! Trey knew it must be a fake because he doesn’t see Cater as the kind of guy to leave others behind and escape to safety on his own.

Trey tells Ortho to escape without him…!

That leaves us with only Adeuce, Ortho, Grim, and Yuu able to escape. They regroup and find their captured allies tied to rose trees. Trey begs Riddle to wake up.

Deuce suggests to use his UM to defeat Riddle, and Ortho volunteers to be Deuce’s shield (~10 seconds) while he aims, since Riddle’s UM does not work on Ortho.

Rare moment of development for Yuu??? They have dialogue options and can express that they feel useless, constantly being protected and not able to help.

Ortho asks us to protect Idia’s tablet. And Ace is entrusted to protect Yuu and Grim!

dbjsnsksks Deuce’s plan doesn’t really work out. Riddle starts spamming spells that throw Ortho off; Deuce can’t get his aim quite right.

Grim tries to scamper out to fight but Ace holds him back. Ace becomes increasingly frustrated that he keeps being protected by others (Sebek, Deuce, Ortho) and can’t do anything to help.

AhHHHHHH Ace has his own little depression flashback moment 🥺 calling himself pathetic, lame, useless… unable to save anyone at all. But then words start coming to his head…!! He disrupts Riddle just as he’s able to collar Deuce!

“I’ll take your best/most precious treasure. Joker Snatch…!”

HE COLLARS RIDDLE :000 Deuce uses his UM and shovk Riddle awake… I can’t believe the class 2E boys both got physically beaten into submission 💀

WOW Cater NYOOMS to Riddle and hugs him?!.?:’snwkgelek

Sebek offers to carry Ortho, but Ortho is super heavy.

UHHHH here comes the darkness… Adeuce rush over to help Riddle, even though he commands them to go to someplace safe. (SEBEK CALLS ADEUCE BY THEIR NAMES AND NOT "HUMANS"!!!) Riddle commands Trey and Cater to remove Adeuce and they do as he says; we of course follow after Riddle as he sinks.

Riddle has his moment squaring off against his Phantom. It's quite interesting; his darkness exclaims that he must hang onto the seat because he has nothing else. Everyone loathes him, so he has to do everything he can to cling to power. Riddle calls himself out for the tyrant that he is and expels that darkness.

Rule 1 of the Queen of Hearts: to stay where you are, you must run with all of your might. From now on, Riddle says he will do just that.

He resurfaces in his home and is approached by his mother, who claims he fell asleep while reading about crocodiles in the Nile River? (Wh-Why is the Nile River canon in Twst when that’s a real world location that should not exist in this one...)

Riddle summons his magic and collars his mother, making her melt away into nothing. He gets a really cool line...! "I refuse to stand in front of a door that won't open anymore. Even if the opening is as narrow as a keyhole, I will pry this door open with my own hand and move forward. I will walk forward, on my own path!"

THIS IS REALLY FASCINATING BECAUSE ALL THE WAY BACK IN THE EPISODE OF HEARTSLABYUL MANGA... THEY USED A DOOR AND KEYHOLE IMAGERY TO DEPICT RIDDLE COMING OUT OF HIS OB

Right as Riddle regains his senses, he crashes through the floor of his dream and... somehow lands where Idia is?! He's busy programming.

There seems to he… maybe a reference to Idia’s Bloom Broom vignettes??? Idia’s best subject is Summoning and he seems to have summoned Riddle to him? And Riddle says that he has read Idia’s research papers before; this was also mentioned in said vignettes (Riddle expresses an interest in his papers).

Idia tells Riddle that the Final Boss, Malleus Draconia, is waiting on the other side of his bedroom door...!

THAT'S IT, THAT'S WHERE WE LEAVE OFF???????? WE'RE DEFINITELY NEARING THE END, BOYS...

Okay, so first major thought I had!! Riddle’s dream confirms many of the thoughts I have ha about Trey and his feelings toward Mrs. Rosehearts and his own role in Riddle’s trauma. I have legitimately NEVER heard Trey sounding this panicked or scared, not even when Riddle was about to OB. Trey hurriedly rushes to put away the strawberry tart out of fear, just waiting for Mrs. Rosehearts to start shouting hysterically at him. Ortho even comments about Trey’s vitals rocketing. This definitely reads to me as Trey being traumatized by that whole incident 💦

BIG BRo CATER CONTINUES… Him making up the lie about Leona being a great drummer was so dumb but it worked!! And then he cares so much about Riddle when he finally wakes… would never run off on his own and abandon his friends… 😭 HNNNNGH CATERRRRrrRRRRR WhEN i CmgEFt MY gaNDS ON YOUUUUUuUUU

And holy cow, there was SO much symbolism in Riddle’s dream 😳 dream!Mrs.Rosehearts’s sweets looking good but is insincere and tasting terrible, as opposed to Trey’s tart which looks terrible from the rough travel but is made with care and tastes good… Riddle wishing for a happy family life so his house is crammed with photos… parents that are always emotionally available for him… not having the pressure of being a mage or having a legacy to live up to… the house being a place that locks them inside (because it might feel like a prison to Riddle)... Not just symbolism for Riddle's desires too, but also tons of Alice in Wonderland references!! ASFIHBAYOSFPADFIA I'D WASTE SPACE IN THIS POST LISTING THEM ALL OFF, BUT JUST KNOW THEY'RE THERE AND THEY WERE AMAZING FOR ME TO EAT UP AS AN ALICE IN WONDERLAND STAN

It’s interesting how Chenya here serves as sort of a helpful NPC to us, similar to Kifaji. His actions are a lot more dubious here; he’s not strictly good and spends most of the dream siding with Riddle. Chenya only swaps sides when we convince him. I wonder if he, too, represents some self-aware part of Riddle??? Since Riddle was later shown trying to maintain the dream world even when he learned it was fake.

They tried to recapture the glory of book 6 by having the characters split up. I'm not sure if it worked as well (since each was kind of short and repeated a lot of the same lore about the Heartslabyul rose bushes), but it served its purpose. The best part was definitely how the Heartlabyul students used what they knew of each other to figure out the fakes. It's a very effective but subtle way to show how they've become more familiar with one another. I feel like this update overall was very lore-heavy. We learned new stuff about the dorms' ages, their protective measures, their plants, etc.

It was interesting to have a rare moment of character development for Yuu? They barely get anything in way of characterization, so that surprised me. I wasn't expecting ACE to get his whole Depression Arc in the middle of Riddle's dream either--but I guess whining hard enough works, because he finally FINALLY got his UM!! Still not sure how it works yet. It seems to let him steal/borrow or copy other's UM??? But Sebek describes it as "it seemed like you and Riddle swapped magic". We have to wait for more details to drop in a later update. Can't say I like the name for his UM though; it makes me think of him stealing a clown's wig. ASDULBIADBSPSAB So proud of Ace; with this, we now have the UMs and chants for every one of the NRC students!

Overall, Riddle really surprised me. His dream ended up being roughly THREE TIMES LONGER than the average dream 💀 Not sure if I like that pacing, but at least this was fun to dissect. I like that they seem to have put extra effort into this portion, especially since the game is called Twisted Wonderland. It feels like a homage to the original story, especially since that novel ended with Alice waking up. I loved that Riddle has an inner child that he represses, but that even his desires are "held back" by knowledge he doesn't have... like his parents' happy faces or what his mom's homemade baked goods might taste like. It made me feel for him. ASDIUBASDASBDBPASIqryrqp I kind of feel like a proud parent reading his cool line about finding his own path at the end. It's very different than himself earlier in the dream, ignoring difficult topics and actively denying reality, where he fears he will be left sad and alone OTL Ndhdiwjekw Not sure if I care for his actual childish behavior though… Slightly grating to me.

THE HORROR STYLE PRESENTATION WITH MALLEUS REALLY UNNERVED ME. I would shit bricks if I was Idia too, dang... I'm on the edge of my seat for the next installment. S-Surely book 7 will have to wrap up soon, right? RIGHT?????

[sxorpiomooon]

What kind of sexual thoughts do people have about you? A nsfw pac reading

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Pile 1-

Wow this is crazy, a lot of people have these about you I must say. I had a vision of a lot of people jerking off to you too? Insane but yea there is also this theme of you looking like a medal to them like "yea fuck if I get her I've won everything " i see people wanting to fuck you very roughly by slamming you onto the table. A lot of people fantasize about doing it with you in public spaces. People love you ass you might sort of give the vibes of Sydney Sweeney? I'm also seeing these old American diners people might want to get into a lot of foreplay dressing with you. I'm also seeing them fantasise about you being a waiter and them the policeman? People want to clap you ass this is insane you have no idea how many people out there want to genuinely fuck you pile 1. I'm seeing everyone having these thoughts about you and then realising that you are out of their league. People might also want to suck your titties yo?? I see a lot of men wanting to be babied by you 😭. There is Pisces energy here that I'm seeing also cancer water signs basically.

p.s- There is a bald man or almost bald man losing his shit over you

Pile 2-

People might want to prove themselves to you? I see men wanting to last more with you? Your sexual energy or energy is general might challenge men even if we are looking at the matchstick you guys choose there is this woman smirking in it haha so men might naturally feel as if their masculinity is being challenged by you. You might also degrade them in some way or they might want you to. I see men wanting you to crush them? Don't some people have that fetish in which they love to see things being crumbled with someone else's feet? I see that and also a feet fetish. They might fantasize about you leading in the bedroom I also saw a chain and someone acting like a dog so there you go lmao. People want you to degrade them and crush them lmao. I also see them focusing more on pleasing you and fulfilling your desires. They might want to kiss your feet and your lower body. I'm also seeing a curvaceous lower body.

Pile 3-

People might want to do it with you after a heated argument? I just see all immediate sexual encounters as in two people entering the room and immediately getting started. Do you go to hotels or cafes? I see spaces with a lot of people where people have these thoughts about you. A lot of people might want to have heated one night stands with you? People have sexual thoughts about hearing you moan and running out of breath. They might want them to lead you and guide you. I see them wanting you to praise them throughout the entire thing too. People want it to be a very impulsive encounter out of nowhere. Alot of screaming and breaking of things I heard the sound of plates breaking for some reason I keep having visions of Monica Bellucci. Anyways I see this theme of people wanting to have a heated one night stands with you and then working hard to please you.

Pile 4-

Hell naww I see very strange people wanting to have sex with you? Like in very inappropriate settings people might have these thoughts about you. You might have sex with people in order to distract yourself from pain? You might fuck people so good that they might forget everything that's on their mind. I see people talking halfway and then just moaning in pleasure not being able to get enough breath to even continue what they were trying to say. People from your work or own team might have these sorts of feelings towards you too. I see less feelings and passion from your side I see you tossing other people once the act is done too for some reason? I keep seeing inappropriate settings or relations for this pile maybe a boss or just a random ass relation

Thankyou!!

[gay-dorito-dust]

hiiii!!! im not too sure if requests are open, if they arent please just ignore this!!!!! i really really loveeeee the way u write angst!😭✌️ could i please request blade, dr ratio, aventurine and sunday reacting to finding their loved one on the floor barely alive? UGHHHH I IMAGINE THE SHOCK AND FEAR AND BREATHLESSNESS aqhjddkkxnsk

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Aventurine

Didn’t think it was possible to physically feel his heart being ripped from his chest anymore then it already had, until he spotted your bruised and barely conscious body lying on the floor in a way that made his blood become ice cold.

‘No.’ He whispered to himself in disbelief as a tight feeling blossomed within his chest. It felt as though he was being painfully constricted or squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, a feeling that only grew worse with every step he made towards you until he was finding it hard to breathe.

‘No.’ Aventurine whispers again, not wanting to think of anything that he was seeing before him as real but more of a realistic nightmare. ‘Please don’t take them away from me, I’ll have nobody left.’ He pleads as he drops to his knees and struggled with unsteady hands to pull your body towards him and holding you tightly in his arms as he rests his head against your chest, desperate and hopeful of hearing your heart beat as proof that you were alive.

‘Haven’t you taken enough from me!!?’ Aventurine screamed at the top of his lungs, staring up at the ceiling as though the Aeons would hear the rage, the heartbreak and the pain within his voice. ‘Haven’t I suffered enough by your hand?! You have taken everything and everyone I have ever loved and now you think you can take from me again just because you feel like it!?!’ He continued to scream, letting everything he’s kept inside out as rivers of tears streamed down his cheeks, blurring his vision of you as he looked down at you as he felt his soul cry out for yours.

Everything within Aventurine was hurting and it was hurting like hell but that didn’t loosen his hold on you one bit, if anything it made him tighten it, almost as though he was the only thing stopping the deities from claiming your soul as theirs. Aventurine would fight them to keep you if he must and he didn’t care what the consequences of doing this would be, his left hand was more unsteady then ever as it desperately grasped for your hand, intertwining your fingers and squeezing; letting out a whimper when he didn’t feel you squeeze his hand back like you always did to reassure him that you were not going anywhere.

‘Please.’ Aventurine begged as he pressed his forehead against your own, not wanting to walk through this life if the one person who stood by his side wasn’t going to be there. ‘Don’t take them away from me, not now, I don’t want to be alone anymore.’

Sunday

He’s seething and seeing red.

He’s unable to contain his anger as he rushed to your side, clasping your hand tightly between his own, as though he could transfer some of his strength to you in hopes it would allow him to look in your pretty eyes again.

‘My love, I beg of you, tell me who did this to you.’ He pleads as could only watch your body with a sense of hopelessness and desperation for a sign. ‘Tell me who did this to you and I shall make them pay tenfold.’ He adds as his anger became harder and harder for him to conceal, how could he possibly keep his composure when you had been attacked because of your ties to him? Someone was out to get him but did so through underhanded means rather than direct confrontation and for that Sunday couldn’t help but think of a multitude of ways to capture this cowardly assailant for harming you.

When you did not answer him Sunday felt parts of his sanity begin to slip away as his breath hitched in his throat and his hands tightened on yours. ‘My love I beg of you to stay with me, for I cannot loose you now nor ever, I forbid you from leaving me this way. I cannot breathe without you, I cannot smile without you, for you are my lifeline in every sense of the word.’ He says as he felt the colour in his life begging to fade from view and become monochrome.

You were the colour in his life, you always have been, and without you he couldn’t see the beauty nor value in anything anymore as you were the most valuable thing to him. Sunday felt himself grow cold with every second they passed where you didn’t do anything to tell him that you were okay, all reason had left him as revenge took it’s place and almost as though a switch had been flipped within his head, Sunday stopped crying as his face became a blank slate.

‘I’ll keep you safe my beloved.’ He said as he lifted you in his arms. ‘You’ll never have to worry about anything else ever again once I bring back the person who did this to you at your feet, pleading for mercy and to spare their pathetic life.’ He then presses a kiss to your forehead as he looked ahead with a pair of dead, unfeeling eyes. ‘I promise this to you and so much more, just you wait my heart, I shall gaze upon your eyes soon enough.’

Ratio

He kind of internally shuts down upon seeing you laying on the floor, barely alive.

He stands there for prolonged periods of time not saying anything but it was clear within his eyes that Veritas was struggling to comprehend the situation before him in a logical manner.

Everything was quiet as though someone had just removed all sound out of the room and all he could focus on was the fact that you were barely moving, barely breathing but the expression on your face made it seem as though you were in a peaceful slumber. Veritas would soon snap himself out of his own mind and made his way towards you before kneeling by your side, he then placed two fingers to the pulse point in your neck and letting out a uneven sigh when he felt your pulse beat softly against his fingertips.

He hasn’t even noticed that he had been crying until he felt something wet hit his clothed thigh and reached up to touch his cheeks that were wet with the trail his tears had left. Nothing felt real yet everything was becoming too much for the scholar as felt himself actively trying to disassociate from everything as a way of dealing with the possibility of you dying.

His body is wracked with fear of an uncertain future as he kept his fingers glued to your pulse as a way as to ground himself in the reality that you were still alive despite what your current state looked like. He remained by your side silently, not a single word left his lips as he remembered your last conversation, it wasn’t pretty and a few unsavoury words were exchanged before you left his office with a heavy heart.

Veritas felt partially guilty for your current state even though everyone knew he had no part in it but he felt guilty regardless for how things were left between you two. He regretted not apologising for his blunt words and harsh criticism earlier, and now he had to deal with the horrible idea that that could’ve been your last ever conversation you had with him, along with the idea that you thought he might’ve hated you as you were left alone in a empty room after having been attacked in what you believed were your final moments.

Something of which that wasn’t true at all, Veritas loved you dearly and held you close to his heart whenever you were apart, finding himself longing to come back to your side and fall asleep together within the comfort of each others arms. However that didn’t mean much when he could barely hold you without touching a wound by accident and keeping his hands to himself for the rest of the day in fear of hurting you further.

Veritas had never felt such raw fear in his life until you were almost taken from him and on such negativity terms too. Something he wishes to never experience ever again.

Blade

Death refused to claim him and so it decided to try and stake its claim over you -the one person whom Blade cared deeply for -which didn’t sit right with Blade as he wordlessly held you in his arms, his jaw clenching at the sound of your pained whimpers.

‘Death won’t have you,’ he began, ‘I won’t allow it to because if it refuses to give me what I have been long since owed, then I will keep you from its clutches for as long as I can until it submits to our whims.’ Blade then kisses your forehead. ‘I will not let it claim you when you have so much to do, whereas I on the other hand, have nothing left ahead of me.’

Blade hated seeing you hurt but this only made him want to hunt down whoever did this to you and make them pay with their life, but he knew he couldn’t leave you on the assumption that they might come back and finish you off when he turned his back, so he stays by your side like a guard dog with his hand at the hilt of his sword constantly as he awaited for help.

Blade never thought he’d find himself in a situation where he wished death didn’t come, especially when that person was you because you were his guiding light, his only love and he would do anything to keep you safe and protected from all harm that came your way; even if that meant denying death to have your soul.

In comparison to him, you had so much more to offer and so much to accomplish in life, and Blade knew he would never forgive himself if he were to let you die before you even saw the fruit of your labour with your own two eyes. He wanted you to reach the stars and see that all your work wasn’t for nothing and then see you reach heights that he could only dream of touching.

He didn’t care what happened to him, he could heal as fast as he was hurt but you, you couldn’t heal like he could and the wounds that littered your body would become scars, scars that would look similar to his own that reminded you of what you had survived by the skin of your teeth. Blade didn’t want to loose you to something he could’ve easily prevented from happening, he felt as though he had failed you and for that he couldn’t forgive himself for what happened to you, calling it a mishap on his behalf in ever leaving you unguarded.

So now he stayed close to you, hand at the hilt of his sword, tempting fate to try and take you away from him again.

[dannyriccsystem]

Your pick for the soulmate au!

YOU BELONG WITH ME.

FORMULA ONE DRIVER X READER

Summary: The red string of fate connects you and… Carlos Sainz. Unfortunately, you don’t believe in soulmates.

Warnings: Light angst with happy ending, not proofread, use of Y/N

Featuring: Soulmate!Carlos Sainz x Soulmate!Reader

Thank you for the request. I spun a wheel and it gave me Carlos!! I’m Watching the race right now… I feel like I’m losing my marbles. 😭 As of the time I am posting this, Norris in first!

The Red String felt like a cruel joke at times. It was a fleeting reminder of someone linked to your very soul since birth, destined by the universe to come together as one. It’s not like the books say, though, because the string nearly has a mind of its own.

It’s as if it likes to play tricks. One moment you’ll see a flash of your fate, drawn in a red line, from the corner of your eye, but as soon as you turn to follow its direction, it’s like the string was never there to begin with. The tales you’ve been told always say that the closer you get, the more visible your connection becomes, but you’ve never been lucky enough to catch it in the act.

Why is why you don’t believe in soulmates.

It has to be some tale made up to please the minds of hopeless romantics. Perhaps it’s just a trick of the light or vision impairment that causes the belief this string is plausible, but there’s no way in hell you’d fall for such a stupid thing. Soulmates weren’t real, and you were adamant about that.

You’ve gone years without paying it any mind. On rare occasion you’d see a flash of red, and for just one moment you wanted to let yourself fall into the beliefs of everyone else, but without fail you always shrugged it off and made up excuses for what else it could possibly be. On even rarer occasions, approximately once or twice a year, you’d feel a tug deep in your core, like someone was physically pulling your heartstrings.

‘It was just the weather messing with me,’ you’d tell yourself so nonchalantly. Deep down you knew better than that. You just didn’t want to, so you kept pushing it away.

To escape your own mind, you started working for the Williams F1 team in 2024. You didn’t have a high ranking job or anything huge— No, you were just another factory worker who sorted through the loads of fan mail and such that Alex and Logan received, ensuring their safety and security over all else. It was a lackluster job, but it paid well and it was a fun title to bear.

Carlos Sainz was a hopeless romantic. He could remember his father telling him the story of how he came across his mother when he was a young child. He’d always tell the young boy every detail of his red string, and how he followed it to the ends of the earth to locate his soulmate because he couldn’t stand living without her.

He wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps: Search for his soulmate, woo her, marry her, create a life with her— But he couldn’t. The string never made an appearance in his life, besides the occasional glimmer of light, like a teasing spirit. He wanted to follow it, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t even see it to begin with.

When he started racing, it felt like he was giving up. His schedule was too crowded to go on long hunts for this mysterious woman who was unknowingly occupying every corner of his mind. He looked for a connection with every woman he met, desperate to seek out the love and affection he grew up watching his parents share.

So many people were willing to be his soulmate, but none of them truly were. Everyday, every woman he spoke to, felt like a twist of the knife. It was unfair how love surrounded him, but never made its way over to bless his heart.

He found solace in Rebecca Donaldson. Smart, funny, beautiful. He was desperate for a warm body to come home to, even if it wasn’t the person he was fated to love. He was rising to the top in his league, which meant he’d have to put the soulmate thing behind him. He liked Rebecca well enough.

It was time to focus on his career, anyway.

…

But it all came crashing down faster than he could comprehend. It was early in the 2024 season that he received news Lewis Hamilton would be replacing him upon the end of Carlos’ contract. It hurt, it did. He understood why— Who wouldn’t want a seven time world champion on their team, but that didn’t erase the pain.

He tried to use that season as a way to prove himself. Maybe he could swap, and take Hamilton’s place with Mercedes, but as quick as that opportunity arose, it was snatched away even faster. The search started to feel useless, and Carlos started to feel desperate.

With his dignity left behind him, he signed with Williams, and decided he was going to prove his worth even more.

The promotion hit like a train driving at its full speed. One day you were mindlessly clocked in, occupying the heartless space of your office cubicle. The winter break season was coming to an end, which meant that it was just a few more days until things started to get more lively around the office. Cars would be running, letters would be flying in, and data would need to be crunched. You both dreaded it and yearned for it at the same time. At least it gave you something to do.

Thankfully, though, your boredom was quickly swept away as a breeze of excitement came bustling through the door. A few employees poked their heads out, but you stuck to your screen.

“Y/N,” A firm voice spoke from behind you. You perked up, turning around in your office chair to come face to face with your boss, James Vowles. In most occupational spaces, seeing your boss wouldn’t be out of the ordinary. But in the Formula One business, a team principal talking directly to you was either terribly good or terribly bad.

“Oh! James, good morning.” The guy was nice enough. It was hard to gauge what type of person he was, exactly. You stood up, straightening out your shirt. It felt like the professional thing to do, but afterwards you felt really awkward and out of place.

“Listen, our media manager had to quit for family reasons. I know it’s last minute, but how about a promotion?” He says it with a charming smile, like it’s not big deal.

Maybe it wasn’t. It didn’t sound like a big deal, but it was. The media manager got to travel with the drivers and the rest of the team— The media manager was part of the team. It was a huge upgrade from a factory office worker. You struggled to respond for a moment, sitting there like a blubbering toddler.

“I- Yes, sorry! Yes, that would be… Incredible, sir.” You politely bowed your head, and the world felt like it was spinning. Someone should really pinch you, because this felt like a longtime dream come true. You were finally moving up!

“Great.” He claps you on the shoulder, giving a hearty laugh. You’re frigid, unable to move from nerves. “Join us in our team meeting tomorrow, then. You can meet the drivers and all the engineers, and start discussing some ideas.”

You nod, lips drawn into a thin line. You’re afraid that you’ll say something stupid if you speak, so this will have to do. As the team principal leaves, you draw up just enough courage to shout after him, “Thank you, James!”

Carlos wanted to know if you were seeing it too.

He noticed it the moment he landed in Grove, the home of the Williams HQ. The bright red string gently tugging on his soul, as if beckoning for him to follow. It mocked him terribly so, existing as a challenge. ‘Find her,’ it’d say like a faint whisper in the breeze. ‘Your soulmate.’

But Rebecca waited for him at home, quietly loving him from afar. To even consider his soulmate felt like betrayal, so he made the most difficult choice of his entire life: He chose to ignore it. Even though he had longed for this day since he was young, and even though he wanted nothing more than to find you… He ignored it.

But it didn’t ignore him.

He was there for a meeting, and that was it. Nothing more, nothing less. This would be a good time to bond with the team he’d be spending a few years with— It was like a fresh start. But he had to wonder if he was subconsciously following the string, or if it was following him.

He stepped out of the car, thanking the driver before heading inside of the headquarters. The tug grew stronger, the string grew brighter.

You.

He sat across the table from you, trying to look anywhere but into your eyes. Your beautiful eyes that were incredibly captivating. Most of all, he was trying not to look at where the string tautly connected to your heart, right in the center of your chest, because then he’d have to acknowledge how it sprouted out from his just the same.

You seemed unfazed, and Carlos was left to wonder if this was just the result of trickery by fate. Maybe you were his soulmate, but he wasn’t yours. Maybe it was from the lack of sleep on the plane ride over— Maybe this wasn’t real at all. Maybe he was still asleep.

He’s not. It’s real. He can tell when he feels Alex elbow him gently in the ribs. It hurt momentarily, the pain subsiding quickly. It was sharp and quick enough for reality to sink in. “Are you listening?” His new teammate would mutter, taking note of his companion’s wandering eyes. Carlos just nodded, but his mind didn’t agree as it wandered off once more.

…

You noticed it alright. You just didn’t want to have to face your fear right now, because in your head none of this was real still. Soulmates didn’t exist— There was always a scientific explanation for something. Soulmates were a ridiculous myth. That red string meant nothing, it was simply…

Well, you didn’t know.

Before you could make excuses. The glimpse of red was just a weird angle of lighting, and the tugging was just acid reflux. But now? There was a bright red string connecting the man who sat just a few feet away from you. There was nothing to make that comprehensible.

After the meeting finished up, you decided to put on the most professional facade possible. You stood, straightening out your plain white button up and black slacks. Your kitten heels clicked on the linoleum tile, a friendly grin taking over.

“Carlos, Alex,” You began, gaining the attention of the two drivers. Your eyes locked with your soulmate momentarily, and you could see the befuddlement written in his eyes. “It’s wonderful to meet you. I’m Y/N, your new media manager. I’ll be charge of all the team’s official socials, and you can always ask me for advice on what to post and whatnot.”

You held your hand out to Alex first, still trying to work up enough courage to even look at Carlos for more than five seconds. For God’s sake, you were a grown ass woman who couldn’t even face her soulmate head on. The younger driver, by one year, shook your hand swiftly, uttering some form of thanks with a polite smile. You disregarded it.

You held your hand out to Carlos, swallowing thickly. He seemed to hesitate, but eventually gave your hand a firm shake.

This would be fine.

“Do you see it?” Carlos had spontaneously asked you one day. You were both filming a video for the Williams racing TikTok page. It was meant to be a silly video of both the drivers answering some questions from fans in preparation for the Australian Grand Prix, which was kicking off the 2025 season. You already filmed the segment with Alex.

“What?” You asked incredulously, your brows furrowed at the crypticness of his query. He nodded his head as if it was obvious, waiting for you to read his mind. “See what?” You had a feeling you knew what he was talking about, but you wanted to hear it firsthand. Just to confirm.

“The string.” He lifted a hand, waving it over the string. It wavered, but quickly went back to its taut form. “You’re my soulmate,” He said it as if he was telling himself rather than you.

It was time to face the truth. There was no getting out of this one. “No,” You muttered, your trembling hands slowly pocketing your work phone. The video had been long forgotten. “I don’t do that soulmate stuff.”

He blinked, shaking his head like he was trying to snap himself out of a nightmare. “What do you mean you don’t do soulmate stuff?”

“I mean I don’t believe in it.” You huffed, pinching the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger. “It’s ridiculous. You mean to tell me the universe has destined us to be together? I mean, come on. You already have a girlfriend, and we just met. We’re both going on thirty— Why would we just now be meeting?!”

You sucked in a breath, realizing that you had been ranting unintentionally. After another sigh, you just shook your head and crossed your arms.

“You have visible proof, and you’re denying it?”

“Yes, because it’s just too… Insane to imagine.” It had always been that way— There was no life without soulmates, but some people denied everything out there. You were one of them. “I’m sorry, Carlos.”

He felt his heart shatter right there. With a deep breath, he shook the pain off. “Let’s just film the video.” You had no complaints to such a suggestion. Pulling the phone back out, you began to read off the questions while recording his response.

The season was going well… For one of the drivers. Alex was performing beautifully considering he was driving for a team with a… Less than great reputation. He had already scored more points in two races than he did during the entire 2024 season. It was the year of the Williams.

Carlos, however, was doing terribly. He was too distracted to think about racing at the moment. All he wanted was you. All you wanted was to do your job, and to avoid him. That’s what it seemed like, anyway.

He decided not to give up. You might not believe in soulmates, but surely you believed in love. Carlos would just have to win you over from scratch— The old fashioned way.

He broke up with Rebecca. It was hard, but she took the news well and wished him luck with his career. He was sure she was probably looking for her own true soulmate herself.

It started off slowly. He’d compliment you in passing, you’d thank him, and you’d both move on. But as the days went by, his efforts became more dramatic. Flowers delivered to your hotel room, light brushing of hands while walking, unintentional lunch and dinner dates where you guys just ‘happened’ to be in the same place at the same time.

If you could forget your bonded fates, Carlos was good company.

…

“What are your intentions?” You asked suddenly, taking him by surprise. It was another mishap where you both decided to get lunch at the same local place, and he chose to sit with you for whatever reason. He perked up, slurping up the noddles of his pasta.

“What?” He questioned innocently with the tilt of his head. You gripped your silverware tight, your jaw clenched. This guy was frustrating. Frustratingly charming.

“You have a girlfriend, why are you trying to woo me.” So you did know.

He wipes his mouth with a napkin, swallowing his bite before talking, like the gentleman he was, “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“What?”

“I broke up with her,” He shrugged lightly. “I want to prove myself to you.”

This was extra frustrating. Some guy you barely knew, who just happened to be your soulmate, breaking up with his girlfriend to pursue you. “Why?”

“Because,” He looked you in the eyes, and you felt your breath hitch. “Maybe you don’t believe in soulmates,” He tapped his fingers against the table, carefully considering his word choice. “But you believe in love. So I’m going to prove that I’m lovable.”

You stared at him, taking time to process his response. This was hard, because you found that incredibly cute. With a flushed face, you just shook your head and began to cut up your own food aggressively, earning a chuckle from Carlos.

The whole team was celebrating. Carlos had managed to land himself on the third step of the podium during the Miami Grand Prix, with Alex just a few places behind him. It was the first podium of the year for Williams, and the first one in nearly four years overall.

The party, limited to team members and their friends only, was lively and exciting. But even with this grand accomplishment sitting on his shoulders, Carlos’ only concern was how you were reacting. He sought you out in the corner, sitting by yourself with your phone. You seemed content.

“Nothing to say?”

“Congratulations,” You replied with a little smirk, looking up at him. “What? Were you expecting more?”

“I’m not going to give up on you, Y/N. You’re my soulmate.”

You rolled your shoulders back, looking down to hide the fond grin on your face. “Keep trying, Sainz.”

[thebearer]

please please please need a part two of the fight blurb 😭 what happens next 😭😭😭

should i make it into a full fic omg?? maybe?? lol

but on the real, i think that he would have to take a leave from the restaurant, which truthfully, everyone needed. this is just what broke him. the one time he actually tries to deal with his shit and not just blow up, get embarrassed, try to make it up, and repeat the cycle with no real change. i mean, you took his babies? anchovy and teddy. you're not returning his calls. richie, fak, and sweeps are alternating wellness check watches because they're terrified he's going to hurt himself, especially after the way he spiraled when he found your wedding ring.

he knows where you're at. he managed to become technologically savvy all of a sudden and figured out how to see your location, that you shared with him when you first started dating. fak wouldn't let him take his car. richie had put him on a full blown "psych ward type shit" lockdown until he "got his shit together, cousin".

"richie said-"

"-richie's a fuckin' moron, give me my fucking keys, fak!"

"carmen," fak frowns. "i-i can't."

so carmen walked. he walked to sugar and pete's house. nearly an hour walk through chicago. smoking so much he felt sick.

pete answered the door, face falling as soon as he saw carmen.

"carm, h-hey, man-"

"-where is she?" carmen wasn't interested on any sort of small talk, tunnel visioned to get to you.

"uh, i-i don't-"

"-pete, i really don't want you to fuck with me right now, alright." carmen took a deep breath, throat burning with tears. "i need to see- i-i need to see her pete." he couldn't bring himself to even say your name.

a tiny meow came from behind pete, anchovy skippering towards carmen with bright eyes, tail raised. it made carmen's jaw clench, tears blurring his vision. he knew you had to be close by. looking at the time, you were probably feeding teddy, maybe putting her down for a nap. he should have been more considerate, came later in the day, carmen thought.

pete looked at the cat, down the hall, then back at carmen. "carm..." pete hesitated, gripping the door, letting it shut gently, shielding something behind him. "you know i can't."

"what the fuck? pete that's- just let me in." anger surged through carmen's chest, trying to swallow it down. all he'd been was angry. angry and sick and distraught, a never ending cycle for weeks, just amplified by your leaving.

"you want to get her back? quit actin' like a goddam baby." richie sneered one night, just days ago, when carmen was especially awful and mean. "quit actin' like this isn't your fuckin' fault. like you didn't do this to yourself. take some fuckin' accountability, grow the fuck up, and get your motherfuckin' shit together. and maybe-maybe you'll get your family back."

carmen turned, running a hand over his face, trying to calm himself. keep himself from crying, from screaming, from pushing pete down and running back there so he could see you himself- throw himself at your feet and beg for forgiveness.

"pete, please? please?" carmen's voice wobbled, breaking gently. "please l-let me talk to her. just let me- let me tell her i'm sorry. don't-"

"-carmen?" sugar's voice came from behind pete. her face dropped, different than pete's, her's was angry. "what the fuck are you doing here?"

"why do you think i'm here, natalie? huh?-"

"-oh, you've got a lot of fucking nerve showing up here." natalie sneered, pulling the door open and stepping out. "pete, go inside."

"nat-"

"-i got it." natalie hissed, eyes narrowing at carmen. she waited until pete left, shaking her head at him. "you should be fucking ashamed-"

"-i am-"

"-mortified." sugar continued. "do you know what i came home to the other night? i came home to pete taking care of your baby because your wife came here sobbing- sobbing, because you screamed at her? what the fuck is wrong with you? huh?"

"i don't know." carmen's voice was tight, fighting a tremble. "i-i don't fuckin' know. i didn't- i-i didn't mean-" a tear fell, the final crack in his demeanor. carmen wasn't sure how he had tears left, how he could sob anymore. yet here he was, on his sister's porch, tears flowing again.

sugar didn't comfort him, didn't move, just watched him through glaring eyes. "please let me s-see her. let me se-ee teddy, sugar, don't-don't keep my kid from me-"

"-i'm not keeping your kid from you." sugar snapped. "i didn't take teddy away. you know who did? you. you did carmen."

carmen flinched, he knew it was true but it still stung. "i know you don't remember dad very well, but you're acting just like him." sugar sneered.

"and before you try and come up with an excuse-"

"-i-i'm not-"

"-i want you to know, that every day. every single fucking day, there's days i want to drink myself to sleep. that mj or maggie make me want to pull my hair out and scream, or pete does something that infuriates me, but you know what i don't do?" sugar stepped towards carmen, arms still crosses. "i don't yell at them, i don't drink myself incoherent, i don't fucking act like mom or dad because i know how that felt." sugar jabbed a finger in her chest, eyes holding carmen's gaze intensely.

"i know how that fucked me up, i know how it fucked them up, how it fucked you and mikey up too- how it fucked everything in our fucking life up!" natalie laughed humorlessly. "and the last thing, the very last thing i would want, is to do that to pete, to my kids, to anyone."

carmen felt sick and yet eerily calm all at once. his chest was tight, he was sure he couldn't breathe, but he couldn't stop listening. a damning realization- a shameful one.

"you need to make up your mind, right here, right now, before you see anyone else." natalie stepped back towards the door. "you need to decide if you're going to continue to be a selfish piece of shit, or if you're going to change. and i can tell you, change is uncomfortable- it's not easy. you have to fight for it every single day. but i would rather do that than not have my family."

she looked down at carmen, twisting the knob. "you decide that, then maybe- maybe you can see them." carmen flinched at the door slamming behind her, not moving from his place on the porch, head in his hands.

fak showed up nearly an hour later, wide eyed and rambling about "how the fuck did you just leave? i was playing ball buster and-and then you're gone-"

carmen ignores him, sliding into the car slowly. "carmen?"

"you uh," carmen's voice is hoarse, staring straight ahead. "you said that, uh, that richie's got.... got someone for me to talk to?"

fak blinks, nodding slowly. "the therapist? yeah-"

"-take me there." carmen looks over at sugar's house. he isn't sure if it's his imagination or not, but for a moment he swears he can see you, peeking through the blinds.

"a-are you ok?" fak is worried, a little rattled at the sudden change. especially since carmen had been so adamant about not seeing "your stupid fuckin' therapist, richie, clearly she's no fuckin' good because look at you! you're still fucked up!" carmen's enraged words from days ago.

"no," carmen admits, throat swelling with a growing lump. "but, uh, i-i wanna be." he admits quietly, looking over at fak. "i gotta get my shit together, fak. i-i gotta be better for them."

fak doesn't deny it, doesn't console him. just goes quiet with a nod, driving away. carmen watches sugar's house disappear in the rearview, his heart aching, breaking, but he knows natalie is right. he knows he'll be back once he's better, that he has to be better. for teddy. for you. for your family.

[revelboo]

Angelina Jolie, please (TFE megatron)

I need more content, there's almost none of it here 😞😭👍

I’m crying, hating that y’all inflicted that mental image on me and created that connection in my brain from now on. Thanks, I hate it 😂

Give Up/ Give In Pt 3

TF Earthspark Megatron x Reader

• Being trapped in his alt mode for an extended time is almost a form of torture, claustrophobia clawing at him. But it’s his penance. He could have let Alex and Dorothy remove you from his interior, but hadn’t wanted you out of sight. That guilt twisting in his spark because you weren’t the first innocent caught in the middle of a fight between the factions and hurt. There had been so many, Cybertronian and human. And while he can’t undo the past, this time he can try to own up to his actions. So you stay where he can watch over you, saving and protecting one human to try and atone for so many.

• Everything hurts as you come awake in degrees. Moving pulls at your side and leg, and hissing through your teeth, you clench your eyes shut as a wave of nausea crashes over you, body shaking with it and heart racing as you remember fragments. Cybertronians fighting. The impact and fiery pain. Megatron reaching for you. “Easy, little one. Breathe.” That low, growling voice comes from all around you, chaining the panic running wild in you. “Breathe.” It’s a command and you cover your eyes and try to obey. Deep breath in, pain from your side making your eyes sting as your breath hitches. Then let it out, shuddering in pain. Again. “That’s it.”

• Trembling against him, you press your palms against your eyes, but listen. Calming slowly, laying inside his alt mode tangled in the blankets Alex had brought you. When you finally lower your hands, your head turns to survey his interior, eyes dull with pain. “You’re Megatron, right?” You ask, voice a raw rasp as you lay your cheek back down, likely already exhausted again. Hurting. Will confirming who he is ease your mind or just send your little heart racing again? He doubts it will be the former, knows what everyone thinks of him. That just because he’s playing nice now, doesn’t mean he’s actually changed. No matter what he does, they all still expect the monster.

• “That’s right,” comes the voice surrounding you from everywhere and nowhere as you try not to be weirded out by the fact that you’re sprawled inside him. He’d freed you from your car when he hadn’t had to. Taken pity on you even though to him, humans must be so pathetically helpless and weak. Maybe even contemptible and he’d saved you. Brought you to help? You think so as you run a trembling hand under the sheets and find bandages. Trying to explore the wound to see how bad it is under the dressing feels like touching a live wire, your brain shorting out with pain and vision going gray at the edges as you swallow convulsively. “You need to rest, little one.” There’s an edge to those words in that warm brogue. An admonishment that’s almost sweet, like he’s worried. Like the big, scary former warlord cares. You’d laugh, but it would hurt.

• “Thank you,” you murmur and he’s not sure if you mean for pulling you from the car originally or for just now. What he does know? He doesn’t deserve your thanks. Shouldn’t have engaged the Seekers so near a population center. He hadn’t spared a thought for the humans at the time, only focused on the fight. And you’d paid for it. He doesn’t know how to respond to you, how to form an apology, but you save him from that. Your breathing shifting as you sink under again, and he focuses on monitoring that little spot of warmth in need of his protection.

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Ptolemaea

❥Yandere Park Seonghwa x fem reader

♫"You poor thing. Sweet mourning lamb. There's nothing you can do."Ethel Cain, Ptolemaea♫ Baby Playlist ♫

Baby Series ! (this is the second part chronologically)

➯a/n: shiiiiiit im hitting yall with a double whammy today !! i didn't think id finish this and code l-o-v-e at the same time but here we are

♡'･ᴗ･'♡genre: yandere, angst to the max

✫彡wordcount: 10.7K

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: only briefly proof read: kidnapping, drugging via sleeping pills, restraints, throwing up (non descriptive), smart and resilient reader(which makes it even sadder😭), everyone is morally muddy, physical altercations, threats of violence and death (not towards reader), light injuries to reader, seonghwa unintentionally (?) manipulates everyone, talk of murder, non sexual nudity, panic attack

✩index: little space- a regressed state of mind where someone feels like a child. little / age regressor - a person with a little space. caregiver - someone who cares for a little, usually their significant other. hyung - a close male friend older than you, used by other males. nim - a suffix added to the end of someone's name to show deep respect.

➯disclaimer: this is a work of fiction and does NOT represent a healthy little and caregiver relationship, or a healthy relationship of any kind.

MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

You awake sometime in the morning, though you have no way of knowing when.

     Your mind is foggy. Your eyelids are heavy with protest while you force them open, screaming at you to close them as sunlight hits you.

   You're in Seonghwa's room, laid on your back in his bed.

You blink away some of the blur in your vision and see him sitting on the floor with his back against the side of the bed, twirling a roll of duct tape on his fingers. "H-Hwa?"

His head snaps up, eyes immediately on you. "Hey, Baby," he whispers as he stands up, his actions look like they're in choppy slow motion to you. "How did you sleep?"

"Uhm," you groan as you shift on his bed, kicking the blankets off of your legs, "yeah, good." When you go to rub your eyes —

    Your hands are tugged back, tied to the headboard above you by a fabric of some kind. What the fuck?

Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

    It all comes back to you. Seonghwa in your apartment. His confession of murdering your ex boyfriend. The fact that he roofied you.

    You let out a yell, but it comes out muffled. He was quick enough to slap his hand over your mouth, shaking his head. "Don't scream, Baby, don't scream, please." Your lips won't part more than an inch under the pressure of his palm. You stare at him wide eyed. "Please don't make me gag you, I don't want to do that."

    What the fuck? What the fuck?

He doesn't want to do that? But he's okay with drugging you and kidnapping you and tying you to his bed? What else h-

You look and are thanking every God you can think of as you see that you're still in your work clothes.

"Are you going to scream?" He asks after a moment, looking down at you.

He looks much better than he did last night in your apartment. He looks well rested and like he's about to leave the apartment, freshly showered and dressed.

You shake your head underneath his hand, choking back your whines of fear.

When he moves his hand hesitantly, you immediately thrash and kick at him, but true to your word; you don't scream. You don't want to be gagged. "Get away from me, you stalker," you sneer through your teeth, tears beginning to swell in your eyes despite your attempts to fight them off.

"Stop, Baby- Baby, please," he grabs your ankles without much of a struggle, making you still quickly. He looks up at you from his place by your feet. Your chin wobbles as you feel your first tear fall. You know it will be the first of many. "Listen-" Forget this, you think.

"Help! H-" He dives on top of you, his long legs holding yours down as you helplessly fidget; his hand back over your mouth heedless of the way you try to bite at it.

He bites his lip as he looks at the door. Over your heavy breaths, he strains his ears to hear anything in the apartment.

Nothing.

"Huh," he huffs with relief, looking back to you, "they left for practice already." He watches the way your face falls as he moves his hand, sitting up to straddle your hips. "Sorry, Baby. I'm going to figure this out, I promise," he leans over and grabs the duct tape from the floor.

"No! No, no! Please, Hwa," you wail as the tear of the tape rings in your ears, "please, don't! I-"

It's over your mouth before you can plead more, and he sits back; listening to your muffled cries. "I did warn you. I don't want them to hear you when we get back, so..." He sighs softly, cupping your cheek even as you flinch, using his thumbs to wipe your tears as they become puddles on your cheeks. "Those pills will probably have you drowsy for a while. I was like that when I took them the first few times, made me tired for like twelve hours."

He strokes your head gently as you yell and curse under the tape. "So, try to get some rest, Baby." You'll probably cry yourself back to sleep. He hates to leave you when you need comfort, but he's already been missing from practice for almost a week. And he finally feels like he isn't being torn apart atom by atom.

He slept next to you last night, fell asleep as he thought about what to do. He didn't have a fool proof plan, admittedly. All he knew was that he couldn't let you leave him. He hadn't slept more than two hours a night since you'd broken up with him, and with you in his arms he finally got a full nights rest. He couldn't sleep knowing you were out there, but not knowing if you were okay.

"I'll be back in a couple of hours. I have to go to work and then I'll go by your apartment and get some of your things, okay?" It wasn't really a question — that's what was going to happen. That's where he was going to start. And he'd figure things out as he went.

You shake your head, shouts weakened by the tape. You wouldn't be able to be heard with his door shut.

This fucker! Is all you can think as he grabs your phone from his nightstand and uses your thumb to unlock it, unable to move it away because the fabric holding you in place.

"Ah, Yejin," he gives you a small half-smile after reading your notifications, "she really does care about you, huh? She's so observant of you. Even noticed that you turned off your Blink."

This fucker!! He turned off the doorbell camera so she wouldn't be able to see him dragging you out last night or coming back later.

"She won't be a problem for us, right?" He pouts as he taps on your phone.

You shake your head quickly, muffled begs of him not hurt her barely intelligible. You don't know what you'd do with yourself if she met the same fate as Namsun.

1:42AM. JINAH SENT A MESSAGE. look, i told you a million times i'm sorry, babe. seonghwa deserved to know the truth. you really like him and he likes you! you said he's the one!

1:44AM. JINAH SENT A MESSAGE. well... i'll talk to you in the morning. i love you (y/n), don't stay mad at me forever.

7:02AM. YOU SENT A MESSAGE. i'll talk to you later. you really crossed a line !

He makes sure to match the way you text, turning it off before putting it back on the far side of the nightstand. "I'd hate to have to get rid of her, she seems like a good friend."

"Mm-mmm!"

He looks at the way you shake your head, panic evident on your face. "Good."

He finally gets off of you, and leans over. "Get some rest." Is all he says before he kisses your head, and then he's out the door.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

You allow yourself to freak out for a good long while. You let yourself sob and cry and scream and thrash against your binds for probably a hour before you make yourself calm down.

    You take a million deep, shaking breaths through your nose before your tears finally come to a stop.

    Holy shit. Is your only thought. You knew Seonghwa was a bit clingy- a bit strange. But you had no fucking idea that he'd be capable of kidnapping you, telling you without even a hint of remorse in his voice about how he cut off your ex-boyfriend's head.

    You're sweating, your throat is dry, your eyelids feel swollen, your head is heavy.

    He was right, those pills he crushed up and slipped you nearly six hours ago are still working in your nervous system. And your state of hysteria was only working with it to make you want to close your eyes even more.

    But you refused to give up so easily. You refused to let this maniac you once loved get back and find you in the same place he left you.

     You let out another shaking breath out of your nose, turning your head to see your phone only an agonizing arms length away. 

    But your arms were out of the question, if your binds didn't give by now with all of your squirming, they weren't going to. He tied them too well.

    You slide as far to the edge as you can, then hold one of the bars on the wooden headboard to give you leverage as you turn your body sideways; groaning at the stretch on your shoulder.

    You bite your tongue and test your plan. You outstretch one of your legs, a sigh of relief as your foot reaches the device. You don't allow yourself to celebrate just yet.

     You struggle to rid yourself of your socks, but you manage. No way are you going to let it slip because something as simple as socks.

    You slowly nudge the phone off of the edge, catching it between your feet and breathing deeply as you pull yourself back fully onto the bed. Then, and only then, you let go of it and let it fall onto the dark grey blanket.

    With another steadying breath, you maneuver yourself awkwardly to kick and bump it up to your head. Freedom is almost within reach. You slide your hands down as far as they'll go and succeed in pinching it between your index and middle finger.

    As you're trying to get a better hold on it, pressing the power button —

  

    It slips from your fingers and lands between the bed and the wall.

    You let yourself cry some more.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

Your arms are losing their feeling, your skin tingling with the lack of blood flow and your muscles crying just as badly as you were.

    You could hear movement within the apartment. Muffled and unintelligible speech. Shadows passing under the door.

   You focus on the Lego black dahlia on his desk as you force yourself to stay calm.

By the time Seonghwa finally opens the door, you have managed to stop your tears and panic almost entirely; trying to think of a rational way to get out of this.

Clearly, he was fucked up in the head; so logical reasoning would probably be a lost cause.

But, also clearly, in his fucked up mind; he loved you and cared for you. At least in his own sick way.

So that was your plan of action. Get his heart soft and then get Mingi or San's attention.

You sniffle as he closes the door quickly behind him, trying to get some deep breaths in to calm yourself once more as you freak out at the mere sight of him. You get ready to act your ass off. But the duct tape on your mouth makes it a bit difficult.

You were sweating underneath it from the May heat, or maybe because your nerves. Your work clothes are damp and rumpled.

"Hey, Baby," he whispers, coming slowly to sit on the edge of the bed. He sits down the glass of water in his hand on the bedside table, he doesn't notice your missing phone. He sets a duffle bag by his feet. He hesitates, but places his hand on your thigh. "You must be really thirsty, all that crying..."

When he looks up and meets your eyes, you make them soft and begging, trying to even out your shallow, rapid breaths to make it seem like you aren't still freaking the absolute fuck out. "I know," he luckily doesn't notice the small flinch you have when he reaches and pets back your sweat-soaked baby hairs, "I know you're scared, but I'm still just me, okay?"

You move your eyes down to the tape on your mouth, humming quietly.

He sighs. Rubs the bridge of his nose. Looks at you with narrowed eyes before leaning forward and pinching the corner of it — and then he pauses. "Don't scream. Promise me you won't scream, okay?"

You nod quickly, maintaining eye contact with him to tell him you're truthful. To trick him into thinking you are.

"I'm gonna just," he pouts as he gets a good grip on the side of the tape, "rip it off like a band-aid, okay?"

You bite your tongue to prepare for the pain, but the intensity of the sting still makes you whimper; although thankfully you can keep your sounds to a minimum to satisfy him.

You immediately start sucking in breaths of fresh air, closing your eyes as they fill with tears once again. Of course you could breathe through your nose, but in a situation like this it was hard to get a good lung-full. Between panic and your crying making your nose stuffy, you were beginning to think he might accidentally let you suffocate.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, My Baby," he rubs his thumbs over the irritated skin gently, resting his forehead against your chest like he's shameful.

Simply replenishing your neglected lungs is enough to make you want to sob. But you can't. You can't have any of your real emotions showing to him. You take one last shivering breath before whispering, "Hwa?"

"Yes, Baby? Yes?" His head is up in a millisecond, he's cupping your cheeks and hovering over you.

"Can you untie me?" You see him begin to shake his head, so you kick your puppy dog eyes into high gear, "please, Mommy?" He halts his immediate rejection of the idea as you mutter that name, wanting to give in the second you do so. "Please? My arms are tingling, it hurts..."

He's still unsure of what to do, you can see him fighting with himself. So you let one single tear fall to give him a shove to the direction you want him to go, "Mommy?"

"Of- of course, Baby!" He quickly gets to untying your arms, tugging off the impromptu bindings made of some suit ties he found around the apartment, "I'm sorry, precious." He repeats himself. Sorry, sorry, sorry.

You don't believe him. You don't think he's actually sorry. A remorseful person wouldn't do any of this in the first place. "It's okay, Hwa," you sigh with relief as he lowers your dead-weighted arms to your sides. The itching from within your limbs intensifies as your blood begins moving around again; it isn't just uncomfortable now, no. Now it hurts.

You let him see these tears, and he wipes them away with his finger tips ever so gently. "I-I'm so sorry, my little angel. Mommy didn't mean to hurt you-"

"I know," you sniff, twitching your fingers to see just how long it will take for you to get feeling back enough to lift your arms. "I... I'm sorry I left you," you begin, choosing your words very carefully. He always knows when you're lying, so you tell the truth, for the most part. "I was just scared that... that we wouldn't work out. Because of how public your life is and when we those pictures of us got out I just-" You stop yourself as you find your voice getting louder, lowering it, "My first thought was, I just ruined his career... And I care about you too much to do that." At least you did.

He watches you intently as you speak, and then watches you some more. And then, "oh, my sweet girl." He dives ontop of you and wraps his arms around your neck, hugging you tightly. "I love you so much, Baby. So, so, much! I would rather be with you than have this stupid career."

You can barely lift your forearms enough to rest your buzzing hands on his sides, but you manage, "don't say that, Hwa. You love your job."

"I love you more." He says without hesitation, his face still buried in your shoulder. "I love you more. I- I cherish you more than anything else in the world. I would set the goddamn world on fire if you said you were cold."

You take slow, calming breaths as you manage to fist the sides of his shirt in your fingers weakly.

    "I think- I'm gonna be sick. I'm gonna be si-" He seems like he anticipated this, quickly snatching up the little trash can and helping you up calmly as you gag. "Oh my g-" You cut yourself off as you empty your stomach into the bin; the image of the man who gently rolled up your sleeves and listened to every word you said and kissed you like you were a fragile doll — it was gone. The man who made love to you like you were the last other person on Earth. Shattered. Replaced by your brain visualizing the words he spoke last night. All you can see is him hunched over a body, stabbing it so violently that he manages to decapitate it.

"It's okay, Baby," he rubs your back gently as you retch, "get it all out. I know, it's a lot to take in."

You hold the bin with all of your (admittedly weakened) might, hiding your face in it as you dry heave, tears flowing all the while.

You feel him stand, hear the zip of the duffle bag. You look over at him with as little movement as possible, "Hwa?" You're almost afraid that he's going to be pulling out instruments of terror, but what you see is arguably worse.

He's pulling out your clothes. From your apartment. From your room, your dresser and closet. "Hm?" He looks over softly, like he didn't just make you vomit with his words alone.

"Are you going to kill me?"

He pauses for a moment before he lets out an airy laugh, "kill you? I would never do that. Don't be silly." He opens up his dresser, pushing his clothes over to make room for yours.

If he's keeping your clothes here... he isn't letting you go.

"...Are you going to rape me?" Your voice trembles as you ask the question that's been on your mind since you woke up tied down.

"Baby," he pouts, abandoning his task to come and cup your heated cheeks; looking deep into your eyes, "Baby, no. No. I love you. I know this must be confusing for you, but I promise it's for your own good. For our own good. I need you, and you need me."

All you can do at this point is cry. He's right. This is fucking confusing. How is this the same man who rocked you to sleep when you had a nightmare? How is this the same man who was so kind and shy the first time you met?

"Here, Baby," he takes the can, sliding it away carefully. He picks up the glass of water by the bed and holds it to your lips. You hesitate. "It's just water." You eye it suspiciously.

"It's just water," he reiterates, taking a small sip, "see?"

When he puts it back to your lips, you gulp as much as you can in each swallow. You want to take the glass yourself and chug it, but your arms are just now feeling normal; if a little sore. And you need your strength.

You definitely need to go through with your plan, and soon. Your eyes have been flicking to the door ever since you woke up. More specifically; the crack under it. When a shadow passes underneath it, you almost yell out then and there. At least one of his roommates is home. If it's San, Wooyoung is probably hanging out with him too. You want to yell to them for help as soon as you see the shadow pass.

But that would be stupid. He could slap his hand over your mouth before you could even finish a single syllable.

He sets the empty glass back down and looks at you with something resembling softness.

"Are you going to let me go home?" You whisper, already dreading that you know the answer.

"No, Baby."

Well. Here goes nothing.

You wipe your brow and sniff, looking to the fan on the far side of the room. "Can you... can you turn that on, please, Mommy?"

It's a simple request that he can't deny, especially when you throw a 'Mommy' his way. He smiles lightly and pats your head before he goes to do just that.

The second he turns his back, you scramble to the wall furthest away from the one he's going to. When he crouches to turn the fan on, you start yelling. You start banging on the wall that you know is shared with Mingi's room.

"Help! Mingi!! Help me, Hwa's crazy!"

He falls to the floor, head swinging around to face you with wide eyes. He looks shocked, almost. "Baby, stop!"

"Help me, please! Mingi! San! Please, he killed someone! He won't let me leave! Min- noooo, get off me!"

You thankfully got a lot of words out - because of his distance and shock - before he got to you. He slams his body into yours, crushing you against the wall as his hands try to stop yours from their incessant banging — which Mingi and San have undoubtedly heard.

He didn't know how exactly he would explain this to his members. He was still workshopping that, to be completely honest. All he knew was that he couldn't let you leave his side ever, ever again.

"Mingi! Plea-" When one of his hands finally comes to cover your mouth, you bite at him like a rabid dog.

He slams his hand onto the wall before falling to the floor with you as you twist and turn in his arm.

"Please, someone help me!" You shout with a new wave of uncontrollable sobs as your weak arms start giving out from the exertion. You've ended up immobilized underneath him on the floor, flat on your stomach.

    If he wanted to take back his words and kill you, he wouldn't have any problem doing so.

    There's nothing you can do to defend yourself. No weapons within reach.

     You look around frantically, and spot something under his bed. Barely peeking out from between two storage boxes — the missing lego piece.

    The stalk of the flower. If you aimed it right, you might be able to do some damage.

   You claw for it.

"Baby, stop! Stop fighting!" He growls as he manages to pin your arms to your sides, essentially bear hugging you. "Why did you do that?" Crushing all hope, he drags you back up and forces you to bend over the bed; his chest against your back, holding you down.

"You're crazy!!"

"Hey, let go of her!" A wave of relief rushes through you as you hear the door slam open, Wooyoungs yell following soon there after.

"Oh, thank god! Young-ie! He's crazy!! He cut someone's head off-"

"Stop!"

"He drugged me! He broke into my apartment and kidnapped me! Please, get him off me!! Get him off! Don't let him hurt me!"

"Get off her, man! What the hell is wrong with you?" You feel San struggling with Seonghwa as he keeps his arms locked around you tight.

Mingi is standing in the doorway with wide eyes, watching the scene unfold. When he heard you screaming, he didn't know what to think of it. If it was a sick joke you and Hwa were playing or what. But the terror in your voice couldn't be ignored as you called out for help. It was entirely too bone chilling to be faked.

He'll never forget that scream of 'no' you let out as he heard your body thud against the wall. You sounded like you were facing the Devil himself and about to be dragged to the underworld. Pure dread.

Wooyoung is in the same boat, watching in horror as San tries to free you. He was in the hallway when you screamed. He heard it so clearly. Like you were right next to him. You begged for anyone to help you like you were on the verge of dying. You sounded so broken.

"Shit-" he runs to help San free you from his grasp, prying his fingers off of your arms while he tries pulls him back, "Hyung, stop! Look at what you're doing to her!" His nails are dug into your skin, little streaks of blood trailing down your arms and staining the gray sheets.

"You can't take her from me! You don't understand!"

"Mingi, go-" San hisses as Seonghwa steps on his foot, "go, get the others! Hurry!"

They still aren't exactly sure what was going on. What they did know for certain was that you were right, Seonghwa was not in his right mind.

   It isn't the first time they've witnessed him hurt someone. All the other times though, it was another member. And he was always angry.

   He didn't sound angry, he sounded terrified as they tried to take you away.

As Mingi ran as fast as humanly possible, he heard him yell. "You can't take her! Please!"

    Wooyoung is successful in prying one of your arms free, and you cling to his neck like he's a life-saver in the middle of the ocean. "Oh my god, Young-ie! He's crazy!" You cry nearly unintelligible as you're pulled around between them.

    "Damn it, Hyung! Let go!" San finally succeeds in tearing the taller man away from you completely, falling to the floor with him. "What the fuck, man!?" He quickly flips them over, holding down the older man down by his shoulders. 

     "Get off me!" Seonghwa thrashes, eyes never once leaving you as you crumble, hugging Wooyoungs neck and crying into his shirt as you prattle on about what he's done; though very little of it is comprehensible. Wooyoung helps you kneel on the bed, looking at you worriedly.

   Despite your rocky start with him, you came to call him a friend along with Yeosang. He was always over when you came over to visit Seonghwa, so you spent a good amount of time with him.

    When he wraps his arms around you in a comforting manner, and Seonghwa fucking snaps. "Don't touch her! I'll kill you, Jung Wooyoung! Get your filthy hands off her, I'll break your fucking fingers! Please," he breathes heavily as he struggles against San, shocking them even more with his three sixty change of tone of voice, "don't touch her... She's My Baby. You can't take her..."

    He wraps his arms around you tighter, holding you as you cry into his shirt.

      He thinks that his Hyung has finally lost it. He's had episodes of... something... before; but never like this. Never digging his nails into someone like an animal protecting its kill from vultures. Never threatening to break a members fingers because they touched something he thinks that they shouldn't have.

     "Hyung, what did you do...?" San asks, turning his head and seeing the way you shudder and curl up on yourself. His hold on him faults for only a second, but that's all Seonghwa needs to knock him off balance and throw the man off of him with all his strength.

      You're yanked away from Wooyoung by your belt, plucked off the bed; landing with a thud and a yelp before being drug across the hardwood as you scream. "No, no!"

    He drags you all the way to a corner while the men recuperate, slamming his back into the wall and pulling you into his chest. He pulls his knees up and effectively shields you from the world while you fight against him weakly.  "Shhh, it's okay, Baby."

    "Stop..." Is all you can weep, swatting at his hands as he wipes your ever following tears until you start to lose feeling in your arms again. No, that's not it. They aren't tingly. They're heavy. No, no, no, no. "You fucker... there was s-something in the water?" Your vision is going blurry, just like last night.

    "Just another sleeping pill, sweet girl," he sniffles as he fixes your messy hair, "I knew you'd be acting like a brat..."

     Wooyoung hugs San's arm tightly as they watch with wide eyes, almost afraid to move. What the actual fuck is going on?

    Your eyes meet theirs over Seonghwas knees, begging silently before he rolls your heavy head back to face him. You don't have the energy to move again after that, only giving him a feeble glare through your dazed and tearful eyes.

    You're fighting as hard as you can against the sleeping pill he'd forced you to ingest on an empty stomach. At least last night, he put it in the food. That helped you to delay your inevitable unconsciousness.

    "(Y/n)?!" You hear with a parade of quick footsteps. Yeosang, you manage to connect the voice to the man who you considered a friend. He won't let Seonghwa hurt me, you think. Now that the calvary is here, you allow yourself to finally close your eyes. Sleep takes you quickly, and you can only hope to wake up somewhere safe.

     They enter the room as you slump in Seonghwa's hold. His gaze still fixed on your face with tears of his own in his eyes. He cradles your face in one hand, the other holding you to his chest tightly.

    They look around slowly, trying to connect the dots.

    The blood on the sheets, and the wounds on your arms that must be the source.

    The empty glass with a residue in it.

    San and Wooyoung afraid to move after their Hyungs violent behavior.

    The ties still on the head rest, and your irritated wrists.

   The bite mark on Seonghwa's hand.

    "What the fuck." Wooyoung whispers, not as a question. As a statement.

    What the fuck, indeed.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

After a long moment of tense silence, nobody daring to move a muscle; Hongjoong is the one to do so.

He slowly steps forward, stopping the other members from following him by holding out his arm.

It's quiet beside Seonghwa's light sniffs as he admires your sleeping face. Hongjoong is almost on his tip toes to be as silent as possible.

He stops just over an arms length away, crouching down, "...Hwa?"

The man jumps, wrapping both of his arms around you. San and Wooyoung flinch at his sudden movement, still holding onto each other after what they'd witnessed. Mingi is holding Yunho's hand so tightly his knuckles are starting to lose their color.

"Joong," he blinks as if coming to recognize the man in front of him, "Hongjoong... please. You can't take her away from me."

The leader looks over to the others, then around the room again. "What did you do, Seonghwa?"

Seonghwa shakes his head, going back to looking at your peaceful face, "I d- I..."

Wooyoung silently comes behind Hongjoong, leaning down to his ear and whispering, "he drugged her, he admitted it. She said he killed s-"

"I had to!" Hwa's head snaps up to glare at the younger member.

"Hyung, maybe I should-" Yeosang steps forward, reaching out to grab you as San yells to warn him —

"I wouldn't touch her!"

Seonghwa grabs Yeosang's wrist, squeezing it with all of his might, "I will break your fucking arm." He threatens before throwing his arm, making him stumble back with shock evident on his face.

"Okay, Hwa! Calm down." Hongjoong raises his hands as he kneels and slides between the two, "look," he waves his hands slightly, "I'm not going to take her. We aren't gonna take her. We're just worried, 'kay? You can't see how crazy this looks from the outside, right? Why don't you tell us what's going on?"

Hongjoong is his best friend. He's been there through every up and down of his unstable emotions. He's the only one Hwa isn't eyeing like they're about to jump him.

He knows how to handle their Hyung.

"Hey, why don't we all go to living room, huh? We can give you some space while you explain things."

They do just that.

The six younger members are sitting along the wall, watching with varying degrees of fear and confusion and anxiety.

Hongjoong tells Seonghwa to sit you down on the arm chair, and he begrudgingly agrees. You curl up on yourself in your sleep. "I should put her in bed-"

He immediately goes to pick you back up, but Hongjoong places a hand to his chest; shaking his head. "She's okay, Hyung. How long has she been in there, anyway? She'll probably appreciate being somewhere else, don't you think?"

The oldest member seems to be fighting himself. He wants to change you out of those uncomfortable office clothes and settle you in front of the fan to have a comfortable sleep. "I can't- I-"

"Sit down, Hyung," he gently leads the man to sit on the couch across from the members, and he's the only one who sits within reach; right next to him.

Their eyes are going from you to him to the floor, they desperately want to ask for answers — but they know better than to overwhelm him when he's having an episode. They let Hongjoong handle it.

"Did you drug her?" He starts asking questions, one by one so as not to spook him.

Seonghwa finally tears his gaze away from you, looking down. "Yes." Their hearts drop.

"Did you... kill someone?"

He's silent.

"Hyung?"

"Yes."

Their hearts fall to their stomachs. Yunho puts a hand over his mouth, squeezing Mingi's hand back with the other.

"Will you tell us who?" Hongjoong swallows around the lump in his throat.

"Lee Namsun. Her-" He has to take a deep breath as he finds himself getting angry at the very thought of the man- "her ex-boyfriend."

Hongjoong leans back into the couch, running a hand through his hair with a sigh. "Seonghwa, you know I have to ask. Why? H-how?"

"Because he deserved it. He hurt her. I... I followed him from his job and I stabbed him in the neck. I decapitated him and I threw him in the river. Last night. Before I got her."

He says it so nonchalantly that it takes a moment for them to process it. "Ooookay," Hongjoong finally nods, clearing his throat and pushing back his tears as he sets a hand on Seonghwa's knee. "Uhm, and why- uh- why did you kidnap her? Because she broke up with you?"

"Because I need her. She needs me! I-"

"What were you gonna do to her?" Wooyoung speaks from the wall, his death glare like nothing else.

"Nothing! I love her-"

Wooyoung stands up abruptly, despite the way Jongho tries to pull him back. He points at the man accusingly, "you had her bent over the bed for 'nothing'? Yah, be real! You were going to ra-"

"I would never do that!"

"Yeah, fucking right! You already drugged her and tied her to your bed-"

"I wouldn't! You think I'm a monster?!"

"Yes! Yes, Hyung! You are a crazy person and I'm tired of pretending that you aren't!"

"Wooyoung," San exclaims, jumping up quickly to hold him back as he sees Seonghwa's eyes getting darker by the moment.

"I'm crazy? Is that what you think of me?!" Hongjoong is holding back Seonghwa in a similar manner.

"Yeah, you are! You think it's normal that we have to fucking tip-toe around you when you're upset!? You- oh my God!" He laughs in disbelief, gesturing to your figure; knocked into a dead-sleep from the drugs even as the men yell. "You think it's a-o-fucking-kay to kidnap someone because they break up with you?! Look at yourself, you're delusional! You don't love her and you're certainly not above raping her-"

"Wooyoung! That's enough!" Hongjoong snaps, making the man finally shut up; his jaw tight and his glare never ending.

The air is charged with anger and tension.

"I'll kill you," Seonghwa fumed, "I will fucking kill you. If you ever-" He reaches before Hongjoong can stop him, before Wooyoung can move away; and fists the man's shirt. Nose to nose, "ever say that shit again. I killed that bastard because he hurt her. You think I'm gonna do the same shit? If you ever say that again... I will kill you where you stand. I don't care if there's a million cameras on us. Say I don't love her, say I'd hurt her like that — and you're a dead man. Got it?"

Wooyoung gulps. This is the second time in less than an hour that his close friend has threatened his life, and he can tell by the look in his eyes that he means it.

"...Got it."

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

After that, none of the members dared to speak any of their thoughts. Only Hongjoong. And he was very, very careful with what he said.

He gently coaxed everything they needed to know out of him.

   How he got into your apartment, which was by way of the spare key he saw Yejin use. How he knew Yejin wouldn't suspect him: because he left out the door while the camera was still on and then used your phone to turn it off before coming back to get you. How he texted her from it so she wouldn't know you were 'missing' yet.

    "Where is it now?" Hongjoong asks, keeping himself as calm as possible as his mind races a million thoughts per second.

   "On my nightstand."

   "Hyung," Mingi whispers, clearly afraid to speak up, "no, it's not. I didn't see it, at least..."

     Seonghwa looks to your sleeping form, then down the hall.

    "She couldn't have called for help, right?" Yunho whispers as well, "you had her tied up." He's afraid that he'll be caught in the crosshairs if the police come knocking any minute. In their hurry, none of the members grabbed their phones. If they had, he would have called them himself. But now it's too late for that. Until Hongjoong figures something out, they're stuck in this apartment with the ticking tomb bomb that is their oldest member.

    "Fuck-" He stands up quickly, running down the hall with Hongjoong following quickly after.

    While they and Yunho search his room, Yeosang quickly scrambles over to you. The first time he's moved since they all sat down almost two hours ago now. "Hyung," San murmurs even though there's no chance he'll be heard over the frantic search. "What are you doing? He's crazy, if he sees you touching her-"

    "Shh," he shushes him quickly, placing two fingers on your wrist and breathing a sigh of relief as he feels your heart beating normally. "Jesus," he sniffs back his tears as he searches your body for the missing phone. If he finds it first, he can call the police before Seonghwa even comes back to the living room. But it's not there.

    "Hey," he whispers as he shakes your shoulder, "wake up. Wake up, please." He almost thinks it's a lost cause before you groan, slapping at his hand clumsily. "Hey, where's your phone?"

    "Sang?" You slur as you fight to open your eyes.

    "Where's your phone?" He asks urgently, slapping your cheek lightly as your eyes attempt to close again. "Hurry."

    "I dropped- the bed and... wall," you manage to mumble before your eyes shut, grabbing onto his sleeve in your last waking moment.

   "They won't find that, right?" Yeosang turns to look at the others as he puts a hand over yours comfortingly, even though he knows you won't notice it.

    "Not unless the ringer is on," Wooyoung bites at his nails, shaking his head, "it'll look weird if we suddenly go try to help look."

   "We could tell Seonghwa that she woke up, when he comes to-"

   "I got it!" Hongjoongs yell breaks any hope of that plan.

   Yeosang looks from you to the door. It's too late for that. Should have thought of it sooner.

    "When did you turn her location off? Where's the last place it pinged?"

    He's back at his spot on the wall when they return, phone in hand.

    "Uhm, by the convenience store. I didn't think of it until I was almost home..."

    "We can drop her off there, never speak of this again. She'll just seem like-"

    "No!" It's Hongjoongs turn to be grabbed by the shirt, "no! I can't let her go! I can't- I can't function without her! Please, please... You don't understand."

    Hongjoongs eyes are wider than ever. Seonghwa has never gotten physical with him before. Not even during his worst episodes. He feels like his heart just might explode as he gets his first taste of what the rest of the members have been through. It's beyond terrifying. Hwa looks unhinged this close. Well — more unhinged.

    "O-okay, Hyung... Just, let me down?"

    Seonghwa takes a moment to realize. He's pushed the leader to the wall and has him pinned to it, hovering just above the floor. He steps back, and Hongjoong's feet hit the floor with a thud. "I'm sorry... I- I-" He places his hands over his mouth in shock at his own actions. "I'm sorry, Hongjoong. But you don't get it... I can't live without her. I can barely sleep not knowing if she's okay, if she's taken care of! I think I might kill myself if-"

   "Hyung, please..."

   "I'm serious." One look at the man tells everyone that he is.

    Despite everything he's done to them, and now you — he's still their Hyung. Their oldest member. Their friend. The man who encouraged them. Looked out for them, going on a decade.

   "We'll figure something out..."

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

    Your head hurts. Everything hurts. Your stomach is in knots. You swallow, and it burns your raw throat.

    Everything comes back to you like a bad dream; in bits and pieces.

    "Yeo-" You groan out weakly. He's the last thing you remember. "Yeosang," you call for him, tears lining your eyes the second they open and see that you're still in the apartment.

    He quickly comes into your blurry field of view, his eyes sad and a finger to his lips, "shhhh."

    "What's goin' on?"

   "Keep your voice down," his words sound like a distorted radio, slowly becoming clearer as you further awaken, "he's in the other room."

   "Huh?"

   Their manager had come when Hongjoong used San's phone to call him; with Seonghwa looking on the entire time. They'd been in his room for forty five minutes by this point. Muffled conversation was all that the other members heard for the entire time, none of them dared to speak up and start a conversation of their own.

     Mingi had started crying at some point, and Wooyoung and San were silently holding him.

   "Why isn't he-" you go to stand up, quickly falling into Yeosang's arms when your knees give out.

    "Shhh, if he hears you, he'll come running," he soothes you quietly, rubbing your back as you begin to sob. "I'm so sorry."

    You slam a hand over your mouth as you whimper, curling up on the floor in his arms. You're putting the pieces together, he can tell. His apology says more than that he's sorry for what's happening to you — it says that he's apart of it now.

     "Get-" you shove him away, hyperventilating, "don't touch me." You look at each of the members in the room with wild eyes. "What are you doing? What are you doing?!" You don't care that Seonghwa will hear you. "You bunch of cowards!" You use the chair as leverage to hoist yourself up, even as you stumble. "You're gonna let him get away with this? Young-ie?"

    He looks away at your broken questioning of his actions. He's too deep in now.

    You hear the door down the hall open, and your heart drops to your feet. "(Y/n)?"

   You dash for one of the members. You don't know why you chose him. Maybe because he's got muscles. Maybe you think he'll protect you. Maybe because you didn't know him before, so you don't feel as betrayed by him.

   Seonghwa comes running into the living room, Hongjoong and someone you don't recognize behind him.

    You cower behind Jongho, and he does protect you. At least for now. He reaches back and places a hand on your arm, the other outreached to stop Seonghwa from grabbing at you.

    "Stay away from me!" You yelp as you grab the back of Jonghos shirt, backing into the wall and dragging him with you.

    "Yah!" It's the first time that he's spoke since this entire fiasco started, and it makes Hwa jump back. "Listen to me! You're freaking her out. Let her breathe. Let her breathe, okay? Give her some space. She's having a panic attack, can't you see that?"

    Seonghwa looks between the two of you a few times before taking your appearance in more closely. You're breathing heavily, ribs shaking with the force of each forceful intake. Your hands are trembling, knuckles losing their color as you hold onto Jongho's shirt tightly, and the grip on the fabric is the only thing that keeps you from falling over completely. "Okay..." He backs away slowly, biting his lip. All he wants to do is snatch you up and rock you in his arms until you feel better. "I'm sorry, Baby," his voice is met with cries as you slide down the wall.

    "This can't be happening! This ca-can't be real!" Jongho slowly lowers himself to sit infront of you, putting up a wall between you and the eldest member. He looks him in his eyes, almost daring him to try and grab you. He doesn't know what's come over him, but since you sought him out for protection; he won't let you down in that regard. "I trusted you! Oh, my God! I slept with you- I slept with- oh, my God!"

Mingi covers his ears as you sob, leaning further into Wooyoungs arms. Yunho covers his mouth as finds himself letting out a whimper, squeezing his eyes shut as they fill with tears.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

Yeosang is completely detaching from reality to protect himself from his friends weeping, staring at the ceiling; not even noticing as his cheeks become wet by his crying. San wants to curl in a ball and disappear, deeply disappointed in himself for allowing this to happen — but also not being brave enough to lose his Hyung.

"Why!? Answer me!"

Seonghwa wipes his eyes, looking away. Hongjoong puts a hand on his back, and he turns quickly; hugging him tightly and hiding his face in his shoulder. Their manager is watching with...unease.

"Answer me..." You pant through your tears, falling onto your side. "Hwa..."

He moves his head ever so slowly from Hongjoongs shoulder, meeting your tearful eyes with his own.

"Why?" You choke out, grabbing back onto Jongho's shirt as Seonghwa turns around to face you fully.

    He slowly moves, like he has to hold himself back from rushing in and grabbing you. Because if he doesn't, he will.

    "Why?" He repeats you, sitting infront of Jongho but looking right past him. Looking at you. Like you're the only thing in the world. "I didn't know what else to do... Loving you is the best thing I've ever done. And I couldn't let you just leave. Not when I know you feel the same way. I can't let the world tear us apart. I know- I-" He shakes his head, "I never... I never felt this way about anyone before. You make me so scared. I love you so much. I can't rest knowing you're out in the world without me. I need to take care of you. I need to know you're safe. I need to know you're mine. I can't let anyone else have you."

    Everyone in the room is staring at him with wide eyes, quiet cries and sniffs from all around as you all realize he's too far gone to ever let you go without a fight.

   "You're my Baby."

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

When his words only served to make you cry more, unable to barely breathe when you realized nobody in the room was going to go against him, Hongjoong finally tore him away; giving you space to wail out every emotion you were slammed with.

You were staring at the floor blankly by now. Still laid on your side. Still behind Jongho, who was like a loyal guard dog. Still in between a state of terror and shock and betrayal and numbness. They come in waves.

    You don't register any of the very long conversation that they had with their manager. You don't register anything. You're gone in your own head until Hwa comes into your view again.

    "Baby? Can you hear me?"

    "...Yes."

    "Are you ready to get off the floor now? I promise I won't tie you up again." Because you don't have to, you want to snap, you have everyone on your side. "You have to be hungry by now, right? It's been a whole day-"

    "I don't want to eat anything from you." You state simply, trying to keep your voice as even as possible. "That didn't go very well for me last time."

    He sighs, patting Jongho's shoulder. The man gives you one last sad look before standing up and going to join the rest of the group in the hallway, where hushed conversation continues. Leaving you alone with him.

    You swallow around the lump in your throat, looking up at him with a new batch of tears brewing in your eyes. You are hungry. You're thirsty and sore and scared and you feel like your skin is crawling.

   "Don't cry, Baby," he whispers softly as he kneels down beside you, lacing his fingers in yours, "no more tears."

    "I c-can't help it," you finally break your facade of strength, of numbness to the situation, "I'm scared..."

    "C'mere, angel," you allow him to pull you up and cradle you to his chest. "You don't have to be scared. Mommy will take care of you."

    No. No. No. No. Not now. Please.

   You're so stressed out and tired, your inner child is clawing to come out. To just let him do what he promises he will. To let him take care of you.

  He can tell. He can always tell.

  "Aren't you hungry, Baby? You need to eat. I can make something in front of you, that way you know I won't give you anything. Will that make you less scared?" He pets your head, like you're a doll with the softest hair.

   Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. Stop talking like that.

  "...Yes."

   He smiles inwardly as he stands with you in his arms. You don't have it in you to fight right now. You cry silently as you allow yourself to be carried to the kitchen.

    You catch the others eyes as he carries you past the entrance to the hall. You briefly register that their pinkies are all locked together, most of them with tearful eyes.

    "Hyung?" They begin to file out of the hallway and follow you, watching him closely as he sets you on the counter.

    He soothes out your rumpled office clothes and kisses your forehead even as you grimace. "Poor Baby. I promise I won't let you go hungry again."

     Your promises don't mean anything.

You swallow your tears, looking over to Yeosang; who quickly turns away. "I think," he clears his throat, "I'm going to go to bed."

Yunho quickly joins his side, and he's brave enough to meet your gaze. Only for a brief moment. "I'm sorry, (Y/n)-nim." He bows deeply to you before following Yeosang out of the door.

These assholes seriously aren't going to help...

Jongho does the same. Then the manager, who hadn't spoken one word to you. San and Mingi settle themselves at the table with far off looks in their eyes. Hongjoong joins them, similarly not gutsy enough to look at you.

As Seonghwa gathers some things from the pantry, Wooyoung is quick to approach you, leaning in to whisper. "Keep your head on straight, okay? Don't let this fucker break you. I'll find a way to help you."

He's gone as quickly as he came, giving you a more than ninety degree bow before leaving out of the front door, making a point to glare at Hwa as he slams it.

You want to believe him. You want to have hope — you have to have hope.

Wooyoung, no matter how betrayed you felt by him at the moment, is right. You won't let Seonghwa crush you so easily.

❝you're my baby, say it to me❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

"Are you serious?" You deadpan at him.

"Yes."

You scoff, crossing your arms over your chest as a way to comfort yourself at the very idea of what he's proposed. San and Mingi had left after a very awkward dinner, leaving you staring at Seonghwa incredulously; Hongjoong along with you. "Hyung, maybe you could let that slide, just tonight... Don't you think she's been through a lot already? Maybe you could just go to bed?" He suggests lightly, picking at his nail polish.

"You'll feel better after a shower, right, Baby?"

"Fuck you- ow!" You hold your head after he gives you a smack upside it, glaring at him.

"It's been a long day. You've been in those sweaty work clothes for twenty four hours. You're taking a shower. Got it? I'm not going to let My Baby be filthy." You let your jaw drop, looking over to Hongjoong; who still hasn't met your eyes the entire time you've been here.

"Are you going to let him get away with this- hey! Put me down!" You yell as Seonghwa comes up behind you and lifts you from your waist, holding you tightly as you pull at his arms.

"Goodnight, Hongjoong," Seonghwa says like he isn't hauling your writhing figure away.

You're determined to put up a fight. If nobody else is going to help you, you'll have to help yourself. "Go to hell, Hongjoong!" You scream as Hwa carries you down the hall, grabbing at every door frame you pass to slow him down.

"Don't be so rude, Baby," his tone makes you laugh, you feel like you're already losing your mind. You have a right to be rude in this situation. "I know this is going to be a hard transition for you, but it'll all be okay."

You fall to the tile floor of the bathroom as you finally struggle your way out of his hold. Your muscles are still heavy with the weight of who knows how many sleeping pills he gave you. "Hwa, seriously... don't make me shower in front of you." Your heart is pounding against your ribs with a vengeance as you see him lock the door. You put on your best begging face, though all you really want to do is scream and claw at him. But that hadn't gotten you anywhere but here.

He seems to consider it, but all that does it crush your hopes harder when he shakes his head. "Sorry, angel. You need to clean up. And I can't trust you to not do anything stupid."

All you do is stare.

"Come on, I know you're tired. The sooner you get c-"

"No."

He pauses, his jaw tightening. "Baby, if you aren't under the water in the next minute I will wash you myself."

No, he won't- You similarly pause. You don't know what he will or won't do, to be completely honest with yourself. A week ago, you'd've laughed in someone's face if they told you he'd drug and kidnap you. "What?"

"Get in the shower, or I will get in with you."

"Seriously?"

"Your time is already almost up."

"Are you fucking kidding-" You yelp as he leans forward quickly, grappling at your belt. "Hey! Stop! Stop it, I get it, I'll do it-"

"It's too late for that," you find tears welling up in your eyes for the umpteenth time as he speaks; yanking your belt off, "I know that you know the rules, Baby. They haven't changed. So stop being a brat. Stop cursing, stop being rude. Do you understand me?"

"Yes..." You whimper as he yanks away your pants, and scramble out of his reach with big eyes, "I can do the rest."

He takes a slow, calming breath before nodding. "Thank you, Baby." You flinch as he leans and kisses your head. You know that he's going to live up to his threat of showering with you as he begins undressing himself.

You have to take a moment to collect yourself before you start doing the same so that you don't have a repeat of this morning and lose the only food you've got today.

"Please, can't I do it on my own?" You try one last time as he turns on the water, your arms wrapped around yourself protectively.

"No," he pulls you forward and under the spray of hot water, making you recoil at the sudden sensation, "you lost your chance. Next time do what I ask, okay, Baby?"

"Okay..."

"Okay?"

"...Yes, Mommy."

He places a kiss on your forehead that could have felt like affection. But it's much too piercing and invasive to your heart.

You try to detach yourself from your body, you try so hard. But it won't let you leave. You're forced to feel every soft touch of his hands as he washes you clean.

Thankfully, truthfully to his words, he never tries to do anything even remotely sexual. Seonghwa is a lot of things, but he isn't a liar. Not to you.

His soul would never let him, it never has. Ever since the beginning, when he found himself blurting out the truth of his identity before he could stop himself.

His touch is innocent as he turns you around to wash your back, and you can't decide if that's somehow worse. If you'd rather him just be a through and through monster instead of going back and forth between soft moments and terrifying admittances of murder and obsession. You suppose not. At least there's some bit of your Hwa that you can try to hang onto until you get away.

"Hwa?" You speak lowly, just over the pitter-patter of the water.

"Yes?" He's moved you gently out of the way as he washes himself up, allowing you to try to hide yourself in the corner.

"What's going to happen now?"

"We'll go to bed," he shrugs, tilting his head back and looking over at you as he rinses the shampoo from his head.

"That's not what I mean and you know it," you hold yourself back from throwing a curse word at him, not wanting to anger him now that he's calmed down.

"We're going on a couple weeks hiatus until you get settled. While our manager sorts some stuff out. I'll go by your apartment again tomorrow and get you anything you want. Be thinking of a list."

He says it all so casually. Like this isn't entirely life altering and deeply fucked up.

You slide down the corner of the shower and wrap your arms around your knees.

The irony isn't entirely lost on you, but you can't focus on it at the moment. You broke up with him because you didn't want drama or stress, and you got it slapped back in your face ten-fold with a big side dish of trauma.

He doesn't say anything. He doesn't know what he would say. He lets you have your moment to yourself until he turns off the water.

You let him wrap his arms around you and heave you up. When he wraps a large towel around you, you hold onto it for dear life, thankful to finally have some cover.

He wraps one around his hips before leading you back into the room the day started in by your hand. He knows you won't be making a run for it right now.

He closes the door and suddenly you feel like you're in an entirely different world. Like everything has shrunk around you. Like it's suffocating you. Like the world has wrapped its hand around your neck.

"You know how I said the rules haven't changed Baby?" He had them set in place for you while you were dating, for when you were in little space. Simple things, things you appreciated at the time. Like set a reminder to eat and don't be mean and always remember your manners.

"Yes..." You try to ignore the fact that he already has your clothes mixed in with his in his dresser, but it makes you want to gag.

    "They haven't for me either, okay?" You had some for him as well, when he acted as your care giver. No taking away comfort items, always ask how you feel before doing something new, things that made you feel safe.

    You didn't know how safe you could feel when he had broken into your apartment and rifled through your things. "Okay..." It didn't matter anyway, you were out of here the first chance you got.

    "I have some new ones for you." He hums as he hands you a pair of pajamas, giving you the freedom to dress yourself as he does the same.

    "I don't want you touching the front door. Even if someone we know is knocking, stay away from the entrance. You're going to eat with us at every meal. And this last one is very important," he cups your cheeks to make you look up at him, "don't look anyone else in the eyes." Your eyebrows crease with confusion, and he elaborates, "you're My Baby. Only mine."

    His voice is stern. Leaves no room for any type of rebuttal. "Okay?"

   "Oka-" You stop yourself, remember your manners, "yes, Mommy."

    "There's my sweet girl." You hate the way his smile makes you think back to times when things were okay. When they were perfect.

    When you crawl into the bed after he gestures, you curl up as close to the wall as you can possibly get while he turns off the light.

    He knows you're afraid of the dark, so he isn't surprised that you let him hold you without a fight. Any comfort is better than none in the darkness.

    And you'll cling to any comfort you can get as the void leaves you with nothing but your own mind.

    You're feeling entirely too many emotions all at once, but above all — betrayal.

Yeosang, Wooyoung... you considered them friends. You considered them good people. You thought that of all of them.

Nobody is coming to save you.

Nobody did save you. They had the chance. Were they cowards or were they his victims as well? Probably a heavy mixture of both.

The only people who might be looking for you will be Miss Lee and Yejin. Yejin... Yejin... She thinks you're mad at her. She doesn't even know you're missing yet. How long will it take? Seonghwa has the resources to cover his tracks pretty well. Will she even be able to connect the dots? Will she be able to even fathom the idea that an idol is holding you captive? An idol that you were dating?

That you were dating...

He, above all, has betrayed you. Forget Yeosang. Forget Wooyoung. San. Mingi. Any of his group mates. Forget his manager. Forget the world.

You let him into your life. You thought he was a good man. He acted like one. You thought he was the one.

Seonghwa seems to sense your oncoming panic attack, because he wraps his arms around you tighter and rubs your sides right before you break into a fit of loud, ugly sobs.

"Shhhh," he coos sweetly, resting his head on your back; holding you tight. "It's okay."

It is not fucking okay.

"Stop, stop," you cry quietly for nothing in particular, "stop." You don't know what you want to stop. Maybe everything. Everything. You want everything to stop.

You begin to thrash in his arms, his apparent ease in holding you down only serving to make you more panicked. "Stop." You say it louder. "Make it stop. Stop."

You fight and cry, fight and cry. But you don't get anywhere. You can't get away. "Make it stop! Make it stop! Please, I've had enough!"

You let out a scream of terror into the dead of night, all of your thoughts entirely too much for your overwhelmed brain to handle.

"STOP!!"

❝Ptolemaea❞ ✧ ೃ༄ ｡

[nixwriteschaos]

hiii!! I apologize in advance for my English 😭 I'm Brazilian and I use Google Translate, anyway, you can do a m!reader x bakugou where the reader (he is already older with Bakugou and has a long-term relationship) ends up being the victim of very well done fake news (as if a fan kissed him by surprise and a paparazi managed to take a photo before he pushed her away) and then this fake news goes viral and Bakugou gets very angry and feels betrayed, so much so that he doesn't let the reader explain it properly and ends up kicking him out of the house, so after a few days the fake news was clarified? (sorry if it was too long 😭😭 oh! and with a happy and fluffy ending please 💗💞)

Fake News

Katsuki Bakugou x Male!Reader [ADULT AU] Summary: Katsuki recently found news that had shown that Y/N had kissed someone despite being in a relationship with him. He was furious.

★☽A/N: That’s totally fine! As long as you can get your message across! I love your prompt and it’s definitely something new to me. I shall try my best!!

Contents: ANGST - FLUFF

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It had been years since Class 1A’s days studying at U.A. Everyone had grown up to become successful pro heroes, saving everyone and becoming a hero in everyone’s eyes!

A peculiar pair, Katsuki Bakugou and Y/N L/N, was known as the power duo since their 2nd year of high school. They were known for being like yin and yang. While Katsuki was known for his hot temper and well-calculated moves, Y/N was known for his calm demeanor and his skilled agility. Both of them even opened up an agency together!

Despite Y/N having to go overseas often for his hero work, they still manage to find time for each other and it’s so sweet!

Katsuki still couldn’t help but feel like he was inferior compared to his lover. He still couldn’t believe that he even managed to get someone as caring and a gentleman like him! Someone like Y/N liked him? And he was such a loyal boyfriend, Katsuki wouldn’t believe a word or rumor of him cheating!

That’s what he thought before he saw the news. It had the headline,

BREAKING NEWS: [HERO NAME] WAS SEEN KISSING A WOMAN! HAS HE AND HIS LOVER FALLEN OUT OF LOVE FOR EACH OTHER?

He was heartbroken when he watched the news. He couldn’t believe the news! He shouldn’t doubt Y/N. He’s someone who could never do something like this! But as the news continued, he was stunned. He felt frozen in place.

A video played in the news, showcasing Y/N in his uniform, kissing a young woman with long black hair. His eyes widened at the sight. He didn’t feel the tears flooding his sight, dropping to the ground. He didn’t realize his sobs until he heard his ringtone.

He looked down to look at his phone on the table. It read “Dumbass <3” and he knew who it was. He hesitated to pick up the call.. But he wanted to know what was in the news. So, with a shaking hand, he picked up the voice call, hearing his beloved’s voice from across the phone.

“Hey, love! I was wondering what you wanted to eat today, I can go get some take outs from your favorite place,” Y/N said with a cheery voice. Bakugou didn’t answer, but his sobs were audible through the call. “Katsuki! Are you okay?!” Her panicked voice was visible.

“I fucking saw, dumbass..” Katsuki’s voice cracked as a few more sobs came out of him. “Saw what?” He asked with a confused tone. “You kissing a fucking woman! You think I didn’t fucking see!!” His voice was loud and clear, and Y/N was shocked from the other side of the call. What did he meant by, “I fucking saw” ? 

But then, it clicked.

He had seen the news.

“Look, I can explain! Love, please just–”

“FUCK NO! You decided to go and fuck around!” L/N was speechless listening to his own lover accusing him of cheating. “Please, just– Please listen to me!” He pleaded but Bakugou wanted nothing but “truth” from him.

“If you continue to lie, we’re done.” Katsuki’s voice was stern and harsh. Y/N couldn’t help but feel tears blurring his vision. “You don’t mean that…right, darling?” He could hear his voice cracking when he asked the question. “Fuck you, Y/N. We’re done.” He immediately ended the call and threw the phone on the couch. He grabbed a pillow and pressed it against his face, preventing people outside from hearing his frustrated yells. He could feel himself sobbing into the pillow. His knees were against his chest, huddled up on the couch.

How could he? was the only thought he had in his head. After what has happened, he should be hating Y/N, right? He should despise him! But why did he have this ache in his heart? He didn’t know what to do. His mind was a mess, he was a mess. He looked across the couch to see his phone getting a bunch of messages from L/N but he ignored them.

He didn’t want to answer them, he didn’t have the heart at the moment.

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“We’re back again with ABC News! We had just found out about a certain rumor that had been going around that was nothing but a hoax! We had interviewed the girl who had kissed the hero, H/N, and she had come clean. She told her friend to take a picture of her kissing the hero who had no intentions of kissing her. She said, “I just walked up to him and kissed him on the lips and my friend caught all of it!” while she laughed.”

The news reporter continued to talk but Katsuki didn’t listen to the rest. All he could think about is how awful he was to Y/N. He didn’t like him to explain and let his emotions control him just like in high school. Despite having to learn to control his emotions, he still tends to explode at someone for the littlest thing.

It had been at least a few weeks since he kicked Y/N out. All he could think about was how he was going to apologize to him. “Shit, shit, shit!” He repeatedly cursed, walking in a circle with his hands in his hair.

He looked over to his phone and immediately went to Y/N’s contact and unblocked him. He saw Y/N’s profile picture coming back once he unblocked me. Katsuki was grateful that Y/N didn’t block him. He clicked the phone button and heard his phone ring as he tried to get a hold on him.

After a few seconds, the phone was picked up and he heard a soft “hello?” from the other side. The voice sounded tired, and he felt guilty about it. “Y/N! I’m so sorry! Please forgive me!” He pleaded.

Katsuki Bakugou was apologizing? That’s something new.

“Katsuki..” Y/N’s voice was still as soft as ever. He was shocked to hear sobs from Katsuki’s side of the call. “Kats, please don’t cry. You didn’t know.” Katsuki hiccuped, “But I should’ve let you explain!” He sobbed.

Katsuki heard a sigh from the other side. The only thought he had from the sigh was that Y/N was getting sick of him. “Give me a second, Katsuki.” With that, he heard a door open and a lot of sounds from the streets. Katsuki just looked at his phone in confusion.

What was he doing?

Only a few minutes went by and he heard a knock on the door. He rushed to the door and opened it to see Y/N with small eye bags. He looked way better than Katsuki who had messier hair, red eyes from crying, and eyebags. He quickly jumped on him, giving him the tightest hug he had ever given to him. Y/N was a bit taller than him, so he picked him up with ease and brought him to the couch.

He sat down with Katsuki on his lap, sobbing into his shoulder. Y/N let him sob into his shoulder, rubbing his hips to try to soothe him.

After he stopped crying, the pair talked and sorted things out. Katsuki was still guilty about it and Y/N didn’t want that so he gave quite the reminder to remind him how much he loved him.

Hehe;)

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[uceyliyahh]

GUARDED

summary: Genesis has been protecting her heart ever since she filed for divorce and didn’t want to be in another relationship until he came around and changed her mind.

this fanfic is 18+ NO MINORS ALLOWED

warnings contain: emotional abuse, divorce, depression, fingering (f receiving), oral (m receiving), mention of blood, guns.

word count: 9.1k

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

smut warning: it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I am improving at the moment

Jimmy Uso x Genesis

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

again mdni you have been warned.

thanks to my friend @charmed-dreamssss for helping me with the title 🫶🏽

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gigispovv just posted on their story!

jonathanfatu replied to your story: you know I love you baby 💗

jadecargill replied to your story: JIMMY?? HES AT IT AGAIN OMG GIGI

americannightmarecody replied to your story: yall must be dating because ain’t no way this is Jimmy

uceyjucey replied to your story: you got him hooked on you sis 😭😭

yaonlylivonce replied to your story: girrrrrl this gotta be Jimmy magic work

zillafatu replied to your story: avoiding my messages I sent you I see he must be putting in that work baby girl

trinity_fatu replied to your story: imma fuck you up when I catch you

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gigispovv replied to your story: nigga fuck you 😭😭

uceyjucey replied to your story: yall two are made for each other bc why is she like this?🤣

jadecargill replied to your story: GIGI PUT EM DOWN 🤣🤣

romanreigns replied to your story: when is yall gonna make it official? Instead of doing this private shi im tryna meet her dawg

trinity_fatu replied to your story: you gon stop playing with me Jonathan I fucking hate you

MontezFordWWE replied to your story: WAIT A MIN IS THAT GENESIS??

biancabelairwwe replied to your story: THATS GIGI???

Charlotte, Greensboro - 8:30AM

The melodious chirping of birds filled the air as golden sunlight streamed through the curtains. In the cozy Airbnb, everyone enjoyed a peaceful slumber, savoring the weekend before Monday arrived. Genesis and Jimmy nestled together in bed, her head resting gently on his chest while he lay on his back, snoring softly like a contented bear.

Genesis was the first to stir, her eyes fluttering open as she rubbed them to clear her vision. She found herself nestled against Jimmy's chest, his arm protectively wrapped around her waist. A rumble from her stomach reminded her of her hunger, prompting her to rise and prepare breakfast for everyone before they awoke.

She tried to shift Jimmy's arm from her waist, but he only pulled her in tighter, his face nestled against her neck. With a soft sigh, she wondered how to free herself from this big boy's embrace. Glancing down, she couldn't help but admire his handsome features as he slept soundly, his face buried in her neck.

As her fingers wove through his tousled curls, she gently massaged his scalp, eliciting a deep groan from his lips. His hand slid down to her ass, cupping her cheeks with a firm squeeze, which brought a playful grin to her face.

Her stomach rumbled once more, prompting a deep sigh as she tried to escape his hold, but then his deep voice broke through her thoughts.

“Gigi, where you going?” Jimmy inquired with a low, gravelly voice that hinted at his drowsiness.

She looked down at him, noticing his barely open eyes fixed on her, sending a shiver down her spine, particularly due to the deep timbre of his morning voice.

“I’m hungry, I gotta fix us something to eat, you can go back to sleep.” Genesis responded with a softer tone.

She could feel his soft, wet kisses trailing from her neck to her jawline, making her want to linger in bed with him just a bit longer. “Stay in bed with me baby.”

“Jimmy, I gotta cook breakfast honey.” A new nickname slipped from her lips as Jimmy began rubbing circles around her ass cheeks before giving her ass a smack. “Let someone else do it, I’m tryna stay in the bed with you.”

Genesis felt his aroused member pressing against her wetness, prompting a playful chuckle from her.

“Nah, you tryna eat something else and that has to wait pretty boy.”

“But you wet for me ain’t you? I can feel her.” His fingers glided down to her clit, gently massaging it in slow, circular motions that made her let out a soft moan.

He looked up at her, noticing her dazed expression as he gently slipped two fingers inside her, feeling the warmth and moisture that enveloped him. She was incredibly aroused, and he reveled in it—a soft gasp escaped her lips while Jimmy showered her neck with tender kisses, listening to her gentle moans.

“you hear that baby? you hear how super wet you are for me? Hmm, so fucking wet.” Jimmy murmured between her neck. 

“J-Jimmy, I have to g-go—“ She began to speak, but his lips swiftly silenced her, sealing her words as his tongue danced within her mouth while his fingers moved rhythmically in and out.

“Stay yo’ cute ass right here so I can fuck this pussy out.” He continued to delve his fingers deep inside her, expertly finding her sweet spot, causing her to arch her back in pleasure.

His lips grazed her neck, leaving gentle, lingering kisses while he watched her surrender to his touch. He could feel her desire, the way she was utterly soaked for him, and how she clenched around his fingers.

“keep clenching on my fingers baby. taking my fingers so good baby.”

“am i daddy?”

“Yes baby, yes.” As his fingers curled and danced within her pulsating core, she felt herself lost in a galaxy of ecstasy, breathlessly calling out his name, proclaiming her devotion as his and his alone.

With her eyes shut tight, Genesis tilted her head back in ecstasy, surrendering to the waves of pleasure as his fingers relentlessly stimulated her g-spot, sending her spiraling into a blissful trance.

“Look at me Gigi.” In an instant, she obeyed, her eyelids fluttering open to connect with his rich, dark gaze. As she bit her lower lip, his fingers picked up speed, urging her to arch her back in pleasure.

“F-fuckk, Jimmy.” She let out a soft cry, completely engulfed by the waves of pleasure he was giving her.

“You like it when I fuck you with my fingers don’t you princess? Such a good girl for me.” He snarled as he plunged his fingers deep into her drenched core. “Talk to me baby.”

“It feels so good Jimmy, so goodd.” He maintained his steady rhythm, pushing his fingers in and out with fluidity.

Their lips met with an intense fervor, engulfing them in a whirlwind of passion—Genesis struggled to keep up, swept away by the wave of pleasure that coursed through her with each movement of his fingers, drawing her nearer to the brink of bliss.

As she clutched his fingers tighter, yearning for liberation, her hands tugged at his shoulders. He could feel her approaching the brink of bliss, as his fingers expertly caressed her g-spot, driving her closer to the height of pleasure.

The only noise that echoed around them was the steady rhythm of his palm meeting her soft skin, as he expertly maneuvered his fingers in and out, moving with a smooth elegance.

“Gonna cum, it’s coming Jimmy. fuck it’s coming.” Genesis exhaled, her legs trembling beneath her.

“I can feel her mamas, let it all out for daddy.” Jimmy encouraged her. “Gimme that nut pretty girl so fucking pretty.” 

She surrendered completely, a deep moan escaping her as the force of her climax surged through her like an overwhelming tidal wave. Her warm, creamy essence coated his fingers, causing her body to tremble in reaction to the exquisite sensitivity of his caress.

The fluid cascaded down to her most private region as he tenderly slid his fingers in and out, keeping a deliberate pace before ultimately pulling them away.

He stared at his fingers, slick with the rich, creamy mixture, relishing the flavor as he cleaned them off with his tongue before leaning in to plant a kiss on her lips.

Genesis gasped for breath, her chest heaving from the powerful climax she experienced earlier this morning, while Jimmy tenderly kissed her neck to soothe her racing heart.

“You still gon’ make some breakfast for everybody?” He asked.

“Mhm, especially for a big man like yourself.” She managed to get out while still catching her breath.

“I hope I didn’t wake nobody up because of you, you fucking idiot.” Genesis shoved him playfully as she got up from his grasp while heading towards the bathroom to take a quick shower.

Jimmy placed his hands behind his head watching her purposefully sway her hips to gain his attention to come take a shower with her and he did go inside of the bathroom while shutting the door behind him.

As Genesis finished preparing breakfast, everyone was already awake, enjoying their meals in the living room or gathered around the dining table, engrossed in a show on the TV. She set her own plate aside and began to prepare one for Jimmy when suddenly, she felt two sets of arms encircle her waist.

The moment she caught a whiff of his signature body wash and lotion, she recognized it was Jimmy. He nestled his neck against her shoulder, watching her prepare his plate. Meanwhile, Jey and Jade observed the couple in the kitchen, noting how Genesis's face radiated joy with every little gesture from Jimmy.

“They got to be fucking on the low, I never seen Genesis this happy.” Jey said as Jade nodded her head in agreement.

“I mean they post each other a lot on their stories on Instagram so they must be very close.” Jade responded.

“Did she give you any details?” Jade shot him a questioning glance, curious if Jimmy had shared any insights about his relationship with Genesis.

The couple was caught in a playful exchange, with Jimmy leaning closely against her as he admired her. Jade's attention was drawn to a ring on Genesis's left hand, a promise ring that looked just like the one Genesis had shared on her social media.

As they pieced together the clues, she nudged Josh and said, "Hey, your brother gifted her a promise ring for her birthday! Look, that's the same one she shared in her story." Jade then revealed Genesis's highlights, titled 'lover🩷'.

They were looking into whether Jimmy and Her were in a relationship, as it seemed they were putting on a facade around them. This was understandable, given their desire for privacy. It was during this time that Jey noticed Jimmy's tattoo in one of the highlights.

“Yeah, they’re most definitely dating on the low. You think Gigi will give him the green light for them to make it official?” He asked.

“Most definitely, Genesis is happy with your brother. And he’s been taking care of her since we should’ve known the moment they share that kiss together at the club and the signs were there too.” She said.

“We dumb as hell.” Him and Jade chuckled at each other.

As Jimmy tenderly pressed gentle kisses along her neck, his hands explored her curves, playfully nibbling on her earlobe. "Make sure to add an extra slice of bacon for me, darling."

“Jimmy, you have to save the rest for everyone else who wants extras.”

“Girl, ain’t nobody finna have extras. They finna be full after one whole plate c’mon mamas please.” His desperate kisses brushed against her neck, making their way to her left cheek, as she let out a sigh while placing another strip of bacon on his plate.

She set the tongs atop the bowl, reached for her plate, and passed Jimmy his as they stepped outside to relish the refreshing breeze, escaping the crowd inside.

Genesis settled into her chair, with Jimmy taking a seat beside her as they started their breakfast. While they ate, Genesis browsed her social media, noticing a flurry of likes on her earlier story, including yet another message from Zilla.

Ever since he sent her those photos of her and Jimmy at the mall, she has been avoiding him, terrified that he continues to stalk her—making her feel utterly unsafe.

“Damn, Gigi. This is so good you gotta feed me forever mamas.” Jimmy said, causing her to chuckle at him.

“You know imma feed you honey, you my man of course.” Genesis said as her eyes lit up when she said that as she looked at Jimmy who was smirking at her noticing her slip up.

“I’m your what mamas?” 

She tried to play dumb with him, “I don’t know whatchu talkin’ about sir.”

“Un-Un, say it like you mean it baby.” He longed for her to echo her previous words—he yearned for her to assert her connection to him just as he had embraced her.

Genesis feigned ignorance, focusing on her meal until the sound of his chair scraping against the floor made her glance up, her gaze meeting his imposing height as he stood before her.

He gently set her phone aside and shifted her food on the table to prevent any spills, then they swapped places—he settled into her chair while she perched on his lap, his hands firmly gripping her hips to hold her steady.

“Say that again baby.” Jimmy said softly.

“What?” Genesis feigned ignorance as she probed him, all the while feeling his grip tighten around her throat, drawing her face nearer to his. “That I’m yo’ man Gigi, why you keep playing with me?”

“I’m not playing with you big daddy.” Her voice became a gentle whisper as she gazed into his rich, chocolate-brown eyes, prompting him to lean in for a kiss. “Then claim me just like how I be claiming you princess.”

She hesitated to claim what was hers, afraid it might drive him away. The concern in her eyes was evident as he tenderly stroked her cheek with his thumb. “I’m not going anywhere baby you know I’m yours Gigi.”

“I know. I’m just scared that’s all.”

“Well I’m yo’ man right?”

She sighed while rolling her eyes playfully, “yes you is my man and I gotta take care of you honey.” Genesis smiled at him while cradling his chin rubbing against his beard as she felt him kiss her neck.

She cherished how he expressed his love and affection, fully aware that it was exactly what she needed—and he truly grasped her essence. “You gon’ take care of me baby?” He says while placing wet kisses on her neck.

“Yes, imma take care of you Jimmy. I’ll give you all of the massages in the world, especially after your matches. Feed you. Stroke you or suck you up.” Jimmy envisioned her devouring his very essence, while he released his warmth across her features; the thought alone made him throb with desire.

“Hmm, you gon’ lemme paint on that pretty ass face?”

“Yes, honey I will swallow it too and show you.” She felt him smack her ass as she felt his stiff member against her grey Nike shorts. “You so nasty baby, my pretty little baby.” All of these compliments he was throwing her way made her blush something she hasn’t felt in a while after being with Quincy for five years.

They playfully exchanged flirtations as they wrapped up their breakfast in the backyard, with her perched on his lap, engaged in conversation while he gently stroked her thighs.

She elaborated on how her father was absent from her life until her mother found a new partner, leading her to meet her stepfather. Although she had once wished for a bond with her biological father, as time passed, she found herself drifting away from that desire, growing increasingly attached to her stepfather instead.

Jimmy appreciated her honesty about her past, something he had longed for from the start. He was even considering booking a flight for her to meet his parents, especially since he had noticed his dad frequently commenting on her social media posts.

“Is yo’ people still around? I would love to meet them.” Jimmy asked.

She nodded her head, “yeah, they live in Atlanta right now I’m telling you they be moving around a lot.” Genesis said.

“Understandable, when can I meet them because I want you to meet my people.” Her eyes widened in surprise at his request for her to meet his family. The thought of facing his parents filled her with dread, as she always feared such encounters—anxious about whether they would accept her.

Quincy's parents held a low opinion of her, mistakenly believing she was after their son's wealth, despite the fact that he had little to offer. Meanwhile, Genesis was a successful journalist with her own career, making the idea of her being a gold digger utterly nonsensical.

“Whenever you wanna go to Atlanta to meet them honey.” 

“Well, do you want to meet my people first then?”

“Um, yeah sure.” Jimmy detected the hesitation in her tone as he arched an eyebrow at her. “You don’t sound too sure about it.”

“No, I am. I just hope they like me and don’t think I’m a gold digger.” He knew that she was referring to Quincy as he intertwined his fingers with hers—kissing them gently. “My family is going to love you, including my mama.”

A radiant smile spread across her face as she nodded, feeling a wave of relief wash over her, lifting the burdens from her shoulders, and she clung to the hope that his words about his family were indeed genuine.

“I’ll take your word for it.” She said.

“A’ight then mama, let’s head back inside before they start trippin.”

Genesis and Jade splashed around in the pool, exchanging juicy gossip about the latest happenings in the ladies' locker room, eager to uncover the secrets of who was involved with whom.

While they were chatting away, Genesis's phone chimed, drawing her attention. She quickly stepped out of the pool to check who was messaging her, suspecting it was Jimmy asking for some photos since he was at the gym with his brother and Cody.

As she clicked on the message, a wave of dread washed over her, causing her heart to plummet into her stomach, twisting it in knots. The screen revealed yet another mysterious message from Zilla, accompanied by a snapshot of her and Jade splashing in the pool. She glanced around, searching for the unseen observer capturing these intimate moments.

That’s when she read the message that he had sent.

Unknown Number: Damn you looking hella good in that bathing suit baby girl I’m surprised Jimmy hasn’t fucked you yet—hell probably didn’t even touch you just remember once you slip up you ass is mine 😈

Her heart raced with excitement upon reading the message; she needed to inform Jimmy right away. Just then, Jade emerged from the pool, drawing her attention as she approached to find out what was happening.

“Gigi? You good?” Jade asked as Genesis looked at her.

Jade sensed that something was amiss when she noticed the fear reflected in Genesis' eyes. Her gaze shifted to her phone, and she quickly snatched it up, recalling the message she had just read along with the photos of her and Genesis enjoying their time in the pool.

She noticed Genesis was experiencing a panic attack, pulling her close against her damp chest before she spoke. "No way are we letting this happen to you again, Gigi. You deserve happiness. Send this to Jimmy right now," she urged, gently patting Genesis on the back in an effort to soothe her.

Genesis's hands trembled as she sent the screenshot to Jimmy, desperate to uncover who was invading her privacy. She couldn't even savor her weekend, knowing Zilla had someone snapping photos of her without permission. The anxiety consumed her, making each breath feel like a weight pressing down on her chest.

“Breathe In and Out Gigi, he’s not going to get you. We are here for you okay?” Genesis nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears as she struggled to hold back the flood of emotions threatening to spill over.

As she glanced at her phone, they noticed it vibrate, revealing a message from Jimmy in response.

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: When was this?

She let go of Jade and texted him back.

Gigi🤍: a few minutes ago I thought it was you texting me for some pictures or something come to find out it was your cousin I feel like he has someone to take pictures of me and I’m scared Jimmy

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: don’t worry Gigi, we gonna get em fasho me and Jey finna find out who it is and they will be dealt with aight?

Gigi🤍: okay just be careful ion want nun happening to you 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: baby yk imma be strapped just in case aight? I gotchu mama

Gigi🤍: okay daddy 

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: keep on Gigi 

Gigi🤍: what daddy? I’m not doing anything 🙂

Jimmy❤️‍🩹: aight imma see you when I get home 

Gigi🤍: 🙃🙃

After texting Jimmy about the situation, she finally found her composure. She suggested to Jade that they should go inside the house before Zilla sends her any more pictures.

They both returned indoors, securing the sliding door as Genesis ascended the stairs to enjoy a refreshing shower and change into something cozy.

At the gym, Jimmy was focused on his bench press, with Jey standing by as his spotter, ready to assist if needed. However, Jey's mind was elsewhere, consumed with thoughts of tracking down the individual who had been invading Genesis's privacy by snapping her pictures.

He was infuriated by that screenshot of Zilla and the images of her; he was eager to uncover the identity of the person responsible so he could crush them into the dirt.

“So what’s happening now twin?” Jey asked.

“We gotta find this fucking person who is taking these pictures of Gigi, ion like that shit.” Jimmy replied, lifting the metal bar high before lowering it back to his chest.

Jey raised an eyebrow at him, “it’s happening again? I thought we already dealt with Zilla ass twin?”

“Nah, he got someone else to do his dirty work for him knowing that we’ll catch his ass and we need to find out who this person is before shit gets worse.” Jey nodded in assent as he assisted his brother, carefully repositioning the metal bar onto the safety pins on the rack.

Jimmy rose from the bench, clutching his water bottle. He took a refreshing sip, feeling the cool liquid cascade into his stomach, before setting the bottle down beside him.

“How’s Gigi feeling about this?” He asked.

“She feels scared and worried about it twin, I don’t want her feeling like that.” Jimmy says with a heavy sigh.

Jey came towards Jimmy’s way patting him on his back as Jimmy looked up at him, “look uce, we gonna spin the block and find this person along with handling their asses aight?” Jimmy smiled at his twin brother dabbing him up as they hugged it out.

“Don’t worry we're gonna handle it and I’ll be right there with you.”

Once they finished their workouts, he and Jey set out to uncover the mystery behind the photos of Genesis. They cruised around the neighborhood, determined to track down the photographer, especially near the Airbnb where they were spending their weekend in Charlotte.

“Did Gigi say anything about what the person looked like?” Jey asked.

“Nah, she just sent me the screenshot of what Zilla had sent her.” Jimmy responded while driving around the neighborhood.

“Damn, we ain’t finna catch this fool if we don’t know what he looks like.” Jimmy and his twin brother made a pact to spend the entire night cruising around the block in search of this individual.

“Look, let’s just head back to the crib and wait it out to catch em.”

“A’ight then.” As Jimmy shifted the car into reverse, maneuvering it around before switching back to drive, a wave of anxiety washed over him. He couldn't shake the hope that they would track down the person responsible for those unsettling photos as they made their way home.

—

At last, they arrived home. Jimmy pulled into the driveway and switched off the engine. Stepping out of the driver's seat, he closed the door with a soft thud. He glanced around cautiously before securing the car door with a click, then fumbled with his keys as he prepared to unlock the house.

While he was engaged in that task, he and Jey heard a faint crack of a branch, drawing their attention. They scanned their surroundings again, suspecting it was just an animal scurrying through the yard. Once inside the house, they wiped their feet on the mat before proceeding.

In the living room, Jade was spotted among the crowd, either engaged in a game of Uno or absorbed in her phone. Meanwhile, Jimmy's gaze swept across the room, looking for Genesis, but she was conspicuously absent.

“Aye, where’s Gigi?” Jimmy asked.

“I think she’s upstairs, sleeping right now.” Jade responded as Jimmy nodded his head—heading upstairs towards the bedroom that they were sharing together.

As he swung the door open, he caught sight of her resting serenely in bed, one leg propped up and the other dangling down, forming a playful number four shape that made him chuckle. He quietly closed the door behind him and made his way toward her.

Draped in a snug brown nightgown that accentuated her figure, she wore a bonnet that accompanied her during her afternoon slumbers. As he approached, he gently pulled the blankets away, causing her to shift slightly in her dreams.

As he pressed his knee onto the bed, it dipped under his weight, and his hands glided over her curves. He leaned in, planting a passionate kiss on her neck, eliciting a soft whine from her lips as she attempted to push away whoever was intruding behind her.

Without hesitation, he seized her by the ankles, pulling her slumbering form toward the bed's edge before nestling between her legs. Jimmy started to plant soft, lingering kisses along her jawline, trailing down to her neck.

He slid her nightgown straps down, revealing her breast as it spilled out. He took one in his hand, swirling his tongue around the nipple, making her squirm beneath him. Meanwhile, his fingers gradually found their way to her clit, rubbing it in gentle, circular motions.

Genesis stirred from her sleep, her eyes fluttering open as she caught sight of Jimmy nursing at her breast.

“J-jimmyy, I was sleeping good.” Genesis let out a frustrated whine, prompting a chuckle from him.

He gently withdrew from her embrace, realizing her nightgown had slipped down to her waist, leaving her partially exposed before him—he pressed his lips to hers tenderly before gazing down at her.

“My fault mamas, just wanted to wake you up to something good.” As Jimmy kissed her jawline, his fingers danced in circular motions over her clit.

“J-Jimmy, honey.”

“What mamas? Daddy is craving his princess right now after not seeing her all day.” His voice lowered several octaves, sending a chill down her spine as her breath caught in her throat. “You can have me later, baby.”

“But I want you right now Gigi.” Just as she was about to speak, a sudden knock on the door interrupted them, prompting Jimmy to pull his hands away from beneath her nightgown and move towards the entrance.

He cracked the door open, revealing his twin brother with his arms crossed, waiting patiently.

“What’s up Twin?” Jimmy asked.

“Jade said she had heard something moving in the backyard where the pool is at and sounds like snapping outside from a camera.” Jey responded.

Jimmy looked back at Genesis then his brother before saying anything, “A’ight, let’s go check it out to see if it’s the same person who taking these photos of Gigi.” Jey had nodded his head telling him that he’ll wait on Jimmy to come downstairs to see the situation.

Jimmy approached Genesis, gently kissing her forehead while she tidied herself up. She noticed him retrieving his Glock from the dresser and sliding it into the waistband of his Nike shorts.

“I’ll be back Gigi.” He swung the door open, closing it firmly behind him as he descended the stairs, heading towards Jey, eager to discover what was unfolding outside.

They scanned their environment, ensuring that nothing suspicious was happening nearby—until a rustle caught their attention, prompting them to turn and glimpse a shadowy figure lurking in the background.

At first, Jimmy couldn't identify the creature, thinking it was just an animal, until it shifted again, revealing something in its hands. Jey quickly realized it was a face he nearly recognized, and as he approached, the features became unmistakable.

The person made eye contact with Jey with their eyes being wide open as they tried to make a run for it. “Aye! Bitch ass boy!” Jey ran after the person causing Jimmy to follow behind him.

Unbeknownst to the individual, these two men were seasoned football players, making them significantly quicker. As the person sprinted and leaped over fences, the duo effortlessly matched their pace, hot on their heels.

“Don’t fucking run!” Jey yelled at the individual trespassing into a neighbor's yard.

The individual was causing a ruckus, attempting to trip up Jimmy and Jey, but their plan backfired as they turned to find both of them closing in.

They relentlessly pursued the individual, who appeared to be growing weary from all the running. As the person attempted to scale a high surface, Jey swiftly yanked them down by the legs, gripping the hem of their hoodie, and delivered a powerful right hook to their face.

“Remove the fucking hoodie from their head.” Jimmy insisted while Jey pulled the hoodie off the person's head, and their eyes widened in shock.

“Quincy?”

—

Genesis anxiously walked in circles, her heart racing with worry for Jimmy and Jey. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and to her dismay, the last person she wanted to confront stood before her, flanked by Jimmy and Jey.

“Q-Quincy? What the fuck are you doing here?” Genesis questioned him.

“What do you think I’m doing?” Quincy remarked.

“We found this fool behind the backyard taking pictures of you, fool had us chasing after his ass.”

Genesis stood with her arms crossed as Jimmy threw her the camera. She scrolled through the photos he had captured, her eyes widening when she stumbled upon the nude shots. Glancing up at Jimmy and then back at the camera, she offered a forced smile. Sensing her discomfort, he approached her, peering at the screen and noticing the revealing images, which made him cast a downward glance at Quincy.

“You’re a fucking creep why would you take these photos of me?” She asked.

“How else was I supposed to give you back all the money that I apparently stole.” He said.

Genesis scoffed at him, “you did steal all of my money, my hard earned money just so you could spend it all on that bitch you cheated on me with.”

Quincy had rolled his eyes at her smacking his teeth, “you still on that? I said I was sorry and that it happened so fast, I can see that you’d move on quickly after me.” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing right now coming from his lips.

“What? You mad?”

“Yeah, I am mad because you moved on after divorcing me so you can be with this Samoan bitch.” Jimmy pressed his tongue against the inside of his cheek, nodding his head as he struggled to maintain his composure in front of Genesis.

“He’s your new nigga right?”

She gazes at Jimmy as he briefly meets her eyes before shifting his focus back to Quincy, who wears a smug grin. Genesis was determined to keep their relationship private, along with the secret of what she and Jimmy shared behind closed doors. It was no one else's concern; all that mattered was that he was her man and she was his woman—nothing more, nothing less. “It’s none of your business if he’s my nigga or not he’s more of a man than you’ll ever be.”

Quincy chuckled at her, “that’s funny coming from you, I bet he hasn’t even touched you yet since you are all about being celibate and shit. He probably don’t know how to fuck you right like I can.” Genesis sensed Jimmy's hand resting on her waist, which drew Quincy's gaze as Jimmy attempted to discreetly indicate that they should find a secluded spot before he lost his composure.

Quincy is aware that he is getting under Jimmy's skin, provoking him in every possible way to observe his reactions. “Don’t keep him waiting too long or he’ll just find some pussy somewhere else I know his type.”

“You don’t know shit bitch, keep on.” Jimmy spat.

“Oh trust me I know enough, I know that your cousin should’ve finished the job but instead you have pretty white boy over here coming to save the day for poor Gigi.” Cody glanced over, bewildered, as he found himself caught in their discussion. “Maybe if he would’ve mind his business your cousin would’ve finished the job.”

Jimmy gripped Genesis' waist firmly, his fingers nearly pressing into her skin, but she welcomed it, understanding that he relied on her—she was his anchor, the only one who could soothe him apart from his brother and friends.

That’s when Cody had chimed in, “are you out of your fucking mind? Like what the fuck is wrong with you? Gigi is my best friend—their fucking cousin almost raped her and you think that’s okay?”

Quincy shrugged his shoulders not caring, “should’ve got the job done, you got all of these Samoan niggas all up on you thinking you sum special when you ain’t even all that Gigi.”

“Nigga, fuck you! You’ve put me through hell and back. You just mad because you wasn’t getting no pussy from me! But forced me to give it to you! And then have the fucking audacity to nut inside of me without my consent and I ended up getting pregnant and losing our child because of you!” Genesis shouted, feeling her heart pounding out of her chest.

Quincy just chuckled at her some more while sighing deeply, “maybe you should’ve just gave me some pussy Gigi then I wouldn’t have to force sex on you.”

Genesis wanted to run up on him and slap him in his face but Jimmy had held her back while shaking his head. “Bitch! I was not finna give you none! Especially if you hadn’t gone to get check out after you fuck that bitch to see if you had anything!”

Quincy looked at Jimmy then back at Genesis, “you fucked her yet? Or is she making you wait? Because trust me nigga she does have some good ass pussy. Shit you ass probably ain’t even better than me, can’t even hit all the right angles in her shit.”

A sinister chuckle escaped Jimmy as he nodded knowingly, his mind racing with thoughts shared with Genesis. They both understood the way he could make her moan and tug at his hair during their intimate moments. But would he dare to reveal that? Absolutely not.

“Imma let you assume whatever bitch, just know she’s safe with me.” Jimmy responded with a deep voice.

“So you working for our fucking cousin?” Jey asked.

“Yeah, he contacted me about his situation with her and said he’ll pay me to pay off all of the money I apparently stole from her just by taking pictures of her and sending it his way.” Quincy explained before he could continue looking at Jimmy. “Baby girl, you better give that man the green light for some pussy and make it official before his stupid ass cheats on you next.”

Jimmy clenched his fist, poised to deliver a swift punch to this idiot's face if the insults continued—he leaned in close to Genesis, whispering something in her ear.

“Take me somewhere private before I beat his ass Gigi.” Jimmy whispered as he looked at Jey giving him a signal to take Quincy outside and Beat his ass.

Genesis glanced at Jimmy, who was visibly upset. She gently intertwined her small hands with his, guiding him to a more secluded space where he could calm down before emotions escalated. They made their way to the bedroom upstairs, where Genesis opened the door and led Jimmy inside, closing it softly behind them.

Jimmy pulled his hands away from hers, pacing anxiously as he fought the urge to confront Quincy. She stood by, hesitant to approach him due to his anger, yet aware that she was the only one who could soothe him. Gathering her courage, she gradually moved closer, positioning herself in front of him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

As her fingers wove through his tousled curls, she sensed his hands gliding beneath her nightgown, gently cradling her curves before he nestled his face against her neck. With each caress, she felt him unwind under her touch, his lips planting soft, lingering kisses along her jaw and neck.

“I wanna beat his ass Gigi.” Jimmy murmured between her neck.

“I know you do honey, you can do that while I’m not down there. Ion wanna see that.” Genesis responded by placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“I know baby.” She showered him with soft, lingering kisses on his neck and face, feeling his arousal grow as he pressed his solid desire against her.

In that moment, he took her hand and guided it into his Nike shorts, allowing her to feel his arousal as she began to stroke him, her fingers gliding over the warmth of his pre-cum.

“I need something from you mamas.” He whispered.

“Anything you want Jimmy.” She whispered softly.

As she knelt down, tugging at his waistband, they instinctively distanced themselves. In response, he lowered his Nike shorts and boxers, revealing his impressive, thick member that nearly brushed against her face as she gazed in awe.

She playfully extended her tongue as he gently tapped his member against it, just before she could encircle his impressive length with her petite hands. She planted teasing kisses along its length, prompting him to cradle her chin, compelling her to gaze up at him with her innocent, doe-like eyes.

“You gon’ take care of me baby? I need to get all of this pressure off of me Gigi.” 

She kissed the tip of his cock, “you know imma take care of you honey, lemme suck all of the anger and pent up frustration out.”

He loved the way she treated him with so much care, “hmm, nasty as fuck mamas. take this shit off too.” She complied with his request, sliding the straps of her nightgown down and allowing it to cascade to the floor, revealing her bare form—she started to caress him rhythmically before taking him into her mouth, prompting him to arch his back in ecstasy while she maintained her gaze on him.

Genesis swayed her head rhythmically, her fingers dancing up and down his shaft while her tongue playfully circled the tip, delighting in the sweet sounds of his moans as she embraced her dominance.

With one hand tangled in her hair, he felt Genesis take him deeper, struggling to restrain his hips from instinctively thrusting, overwhelmed by the pleasure of the moment.

He observed as she took him deep into her throat, Genesis easing her muscles as she looked up at him. With a playful touch, she lavished attention on his balls while rhythmically stroking his shaft, prompting him to arch his back in pleasure.

“Fuck, Gigi.” He moaned.

Genesis traced her thumb around the tip of his manhood, making him squeeze his thighs together and roll his eyes back in ecstasy. She resumed her oral pleasure, causing her to gag momentarily, but eventually relaxed her throat to take him deeper.

She took him in her mouth, struggling slightly as she reveled in the intense pleasure coursing through her. Her tongue danced along his length, making him quiver and tremble with delight.

“Take care of me so well baby.” A deep, throaty groan slipped from his mouth as Genesis's hands glided beneath his hoodie, exploring every inch of his chest.

She let out a soft moan as she pressed her lips against him, her saliva glistening and sliding down her cheek while her tongue danced around his shaft.

As her throat eased, she permitted him to slide deeper, taking him in fully while looking up at him with a gaze of submission.

She found herself in a captivating rhythm, feeling his member pulse within her mouth, while her own desire surged, her core drenched and aching, ready to leap at him in an instant.

Her thumb grazed his sensitive tip, sending him soaring to cloud nine for a fleeting moment. "Damn, mama, damn," Jimmy thought he was on the verge of losing himself completely.

As he pressed against her throat, the sensation of his tightening balls accompanied the rhythm of her movements, his slightly curved member brushing against her, and she welcomed it without hesitation.

The only sounds that filled the air were the messy, wet noises escaping her lips, with drool cascading down her cheeks. She adored the way he sounded and was unashamed to express her delight.

She was determined to nurture him during his recovery, mirroring the way he always cared for her; Genesis felt his hands gently stroking her cheeks, his gaze locked onto her innocent eyes, as a surge of desire coursed through him, making him roll his eyes in pleasure.

“Genesis, fuck Gigi. I’m finna cum baby.” He plunged his hips deeply into her mouth, gripping her hair tightly as he pursued his climax.

She held onto his thighs with a firm grip, her eyes locked onto his as he thrust deeper, pushing her head down. In that moment, his warmth filled her throat, and she savored the rich taste of him as she swallowed. “Eat this nut up baby, swallow that shit. Oh fuck.” A jolt of electricity surged through him, causing him to shudder briefly before withdrawing from her mouth.

He lifted her from her knees, gripping her throat as he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was both languid and fierce, his tongue exploring her mouth even as he struggled to pull her nightgown completely off her body.

He gently lifted her thighs, guiding her to their bed where her back met the cool sheets. They lost themselves in a fervent kiss, and she could sense his arousal pressing against her desire, yet she felt unprepared for what was to come.

They separated briefly, her lips parting as she felt his warm saliva touch her tongue before they dove back into the kiss.

“So fucking nasty baby, you like that shit don’t you.” Jimmy murmured between the kisses.

“Mhm, I get this nasty whenever I’m near you daddy.” Genesis murmured back while tugging in his curls to deepen the kiss. “You gon’ lemme spit inside of yo’ mouth whenever huh?”

“Yes, daddy. Fuck I love you so much.” She could feel a grin on his lips when she had said that.

“I love you too baby.” He pressed a soft kiss on her jawline all the way towards her neck while rubbing her ass in circles while doing so before giving it a smack.

They were acutely aware of their deep feelings for one another, fully understanding the bond they shared, even if she hadn't yet signaled her approval to take their relationship to the next level.

At that moment, Jey was in the backyard with Quincy, delivering kicks to his stomach, which made Quincy groan in agony as he coughed up blood. Just then, they noticed Jimmy entering through the sliding door, closing it behind him, and spotting Quincy with blood trickling from his mouth.

“Pick him up.” As Quincy gazed up at him, Jey lifted him off his shoulders while Jimmy placed his order.

With a fierce grip on his face, Jimmy locked eyes with him, a smile creeping across his lips. "I want to send a message to our cousin," he declared. In a swift motion, Jimmy delivered a punch to Quincy's gut, forcing him to cough up blood onto the floor before he could strike again.

His reflection appeared a mix of purple and blue, a testament to Jey's cruel demeanor. Meanwhile, as he sought solace with Genesis, Jimmy had drawn his Glock from his shorts, aiming it at the trembling Quincy, who was paralyzed by fear.

"I want to send you a message that leaves you battered and bruised," he said, his voice steady. "Tell him that if he continues to mess with Gigi, it’s on sight. I’ll take him out without hesitation, family ties or not—he won’t lay a finger on Genesis." As he spoke, Jimmy aimed the gun at Quincy's leg, his eyes locked onto him.

As Jimmy pulled the trigger, a shot rang out, hitting Quincy in the leg and eliciting a scream of pain. "You bastard! You're doing all this for her?! She's nothing special!" Quincy spat in fear, but Jimmy's grip tightened around his throat, choking him swiftly while his eyes bore into Quincy's very soul.

“Watch yo’ mouth when you speak on her, just because she wasn’t special to yo’ ass doesn’t mean she’s not to me she’s a fucking diamond to me bitch ass boy.” Jimmy spat as he tucked his Glock back into his shorts, instructing Jey to grab the camera that Quincy had.

Jimmy spat as he tucked his Glock back into his shorts, instructing Jey to grab the camera that Quincy had.

Jimmy enthusiastically brandished the photo, recalling a stunning masterpiece he had glimpsed. He quickly retrieved Genesis's phone from his pocket, snapped a picture of the photo, and sent it to Zilla's number before tucking her phone back into his pocket.

“Throw his ass on the streets until someone comes to pick him up.” Jimmy said as he walked back inside the house seeing everyone looking at him.

“What?”

“Did you kill the man?” Bianca asked.

“Nah, just shot him in his leg, that's all. But I hope Zilla gets the message to not fuck with me.” 

“Shit I hope this is all over with.” Jimmy nodded his head in agreement while heading upstairs to take a shower.

After finishing their dinner, everyone settled in to watch the newly released movie 'Sinners' on Amazon Prime. Genesis and Jimmy snuggled together on the spacious sofa, while the rest of the group lounged on the floor or on the other couch, all eyes glued to the screen.

There was a particular scene where Mary was all up on Stack getting all freaky with him saying how be robbing trains and banks but couldn’t rob this pussy for a night as everyone gasped.

“Oh lord.” Jade said.

“She’s a freakkkk.” Montez chimed in.

As Genesis looks up at Jimmy, she notices his gaze fixed on the screen, while his hands explore her body, tantalizingly close to her throbbing desire, yearning for his touch.

He looked down at her, noticing her gaze fixed on him, "What baby?" His voice resonated with a deep richness that made Genesis shake her head, redirecting her attention back to the film.

He observed her gaze fixate on the film while he surveyed the living room, noticing that everyone else was equally engrossed. As he let his hands glide down to her slick skin, he began to rub in gentle circles, watching her struggle to catch her breath and maintain her concentration on the screen.

He lavished her neck with soft, lingering kisses, drawing on it tenderly as if he were a vampire savoring a drop of blood—ensuring the blanket enveloped them, she could feel his arousal pressing against her.

“J-Jimmy.” She moans softly only enough for him to hear it.

“Focus on the movie baby, don’t want us caught up.” Jimmy whispered softly in her ear.

He gently lifted her leg while he inserted two fingers inside her, rhythmically thrusting in and out as soft, breathy moans slipped from her lips.

Fortunately, the television was loud enough to drown out the slick noises emanating from her as he pressed soft kisses along her neck, her fingers entwined in the hair at the nape of his neck.

“So wet baby, only for me right?” 

Genesis was so engrossed in his gaze that she rolled her eyes dramatically, nodding absentmindedly, completely oblivious to the film playing before them. “Yes, only for you daddy. Only you.” 

He persisted in bringing her pleasure, and she instinctively opened her legs wider, giving him more access. This enabled him to delve deeper with his fingers, while she grasped a nearby surface for support.

The echo of his hand meeting her clit filled the atmosphere as his fingers skillfully glided inside her. When he glanced up, he noticed her eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy.

He tenderly cradled her face with one hand as she mischievously stuck out her tongue at him. This playful side of her surfaced only in their intimate moments—her longing for him was unmistakable. Their lips intertwined, sharing warmth as his tongue explored her depths, while his fingers roamed over her with passion.

Jimmy's warm saliva mingled with hers as he pressed his hand around her throat, creating an intimate connection between them.

With expert finesse, Jimmy curled his fingers, striking her g-spot with pinpoint accuracy, prompting her to clutch his shoulders fiercely as waves of bliss washed over her.

“Nasty as fuck mamas.” Jimmy cooed at her.

“Only for you daddy.” Genesis mewled out softly.

“Mhm, I love that shit.” Jimmy increased his pace, his fingers expertly teasing her g-spot over and over.

He leaned in close, murmuring crude and offensive words just for her ears, while his eyes darted around the room, ensuring that everyone was engrossed in the film and oblivious to their mischievous antics hidden beneath the blankets.

Cum on my fingers babyYou my lil baby right?I want you to have all of my babies.

She felt her body react to his caress, both tensing and softening around his fingers, as her eyes rolled back in bliss. His gentle murmurs of love sent exhilarating shivers coursing through her, making her stomach twist in a euphoric rhythm.

I love you so much Jimmy It feels so good babyDon’t stop please don’t stop

Her voice trembled and fell to a hushed tone while her nails dug into his biceps, unmistakably indicating that she was teetering on the edge of bliss.

“I’m close Jimmy.” Genesis moaned.

He softly kissed her lips, his hand delicately wrapping around her throat, enabling him to see her ecstasy flowing over his fingers. "I can feel you, sweetheart. Look into my eyes as you reach your peak." His fingers thrust deeply into her g-spot, the unmistakable sounds of her desire resonating, signaling that she was about to surrender completely.

He kept up his relentless pace, his fingers dancing in and out with a fervor that drove her to the edge. In that instant, she surrendered to the sensation, a soft moan slipping from her lips as her thighs trembled beneath her. A torrent of ecstasy washed over her.

Her soothing, velvety essence wrapped around his fingers, causing her body to tremble in reaction to the intensified sensation of his caress.

“There’s she go baby, such a good girl for me princess.” 

He softly glided his fingers in and out, keeping a steady pace before eventually pulling them away.

She was drenched in sweat, leaning against him, trying to regain her breath after the powerful climax she just experienced—wondering how he would perform during their next encounter and if he could evoke such sensations again.

With a playful flick of his tongue, Jimmy savored the taste on his fingers before gently encircling her waist and planting a tender kiss on her forehead, all while their eyes remained glued to the screen.

Genesis drifted in and out of slumber after their session, her soft snores escaping her lips, which made Jimmy chuckle as he sat up from the sofa, gently cradling her in his arms.

“A’ight yall me and Gigi finna head upstairs together as you can see that she is knocked out.” Jimmy said.

“Damn. I wonder why but goodnight yall.” Jey remarked as Jimmy shot him the bird before making his way upstairs.

As he entered their bedroom, he swung the door shut with a kick, gently laying Genesis onto the chilly sheets, which made her stir in her slumber.

He removed his shirt as he climbed into bed beside her, drawing her closer to his chest. He noticed Genesis's phone was also plugged in as he set his own device on the charger.

Just as he was settling in, the sound of her phone beeping interrupted the moment, prompting him to lean over her carefully, ensuring he wouldn't disturb her, while he noticed a message flashing on her screen.

He knew it was from Zilla.

He unlocked her phone, clicking on the message to see what he had to say.

Unknown Number: You fucking bitch how could you let that fool do that to your ex husband? He must be fucking you good or something don’t worry when I catch you it’s over with.

With a soft chuckle, Jimmy glanced at the message before setting his phone beside her. He gently wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead before making his way to bed.

He’ll do anything for her.

GUARDED.

a/n: Zilla better keep it pushing or his ass is next to getting shot in the leg because Big Jim don’t play about Genesis.

But I hope yall enjoy this chapter lmk in the comments below.

STAY UCEY

chapter nine

previous chapter

[raeinyourdreams]

'call it what you want.' | l.h x reader

pairings: logan howlett x sway!reader

tags: fluff, no established relationship but.. there's something there, mutant!reader (they call her sway due to her mutation.. i love her i wanna talk ab her someone PLEASE ASK AB HER), AFAB reader, she/her pronouns used for reader, no specific petnames for reader (just bub and her hero name.. gets called kid like twice), no use of y/n, written with x1/x2 logan in mind... sigh... save me x2 logan.. anyway, he gives reader his dog tags before a mission in case he.. you know.. so maybe angst? but only til the very end.

wc: 2k!!

a/n: OKAY SO BOOM! this is my first actual work that's not a drabble and i'm so anxious to post AAHHH, i got the inspo from a post i saw a while ago while fried as fuck from someone requesting a fic ab logan giving reader his dog tags, pref fluffy and angsty so i hope i did ur vision justice OP!! tysm for inspo, my reqs are always open 🫶🏻 also i know this is a very burnt card but if something in the wording is off lmk PLEASEE english isn't my first language 😭 anyway enough yapping plz enjoy!! any type of interaction is appreciated

'just know these are yours now.'

you've never seen him without his dog tags, he never took them off, not ever since the first time he came into the mansion. you'd been there the first time, you were a teacher in the school, and you'd seen him occasionally roam the halls and stay by the door, listening in on your class, quietly. but very rarely interacted otherwise, just a simple nod or a 'good morning' that he'd return out of good manners, but he'd mostly keep to himself.

you're a teacher. you're the fun teacher. at least that's what your coworkers seemed to agree upon, seeing how your students appeared to leave your classroom more cheerful than they entered. you'd be lying if you said you didn't use your mutation as an advantage in this situation, being able to read your students' moods every day, how they were feeling and why came insanely handy, especially when it came to giving each student the type of care they needed. which is why you were also a student counselor.

on the days you didn't teach, you'd put that psych degree to work and counsel. in your classroom filled with drawings and fairy lights and stained glass that looked straight from a fairytale, and a door you'd lock for privacy as a student came to confide in you.

obviously despite your title, it wasn't only students who'd come to your office to let a feeling go, teachers too, needed a space to blow off some steam, cry a little sometimes, because they knew you'd soothe them in the end, touch your hand feel the pain dissipate, make it seem as if they'd never felt that way.

up until now, only teachers and students seemed to come to you for help. teachers. and students.

so it did surprise you when the wolverine started showing up in your office after coming back.

"must be tiring. to handle others' emotions like your own all day." he'd say, sitting down on a chair, to which you'd playfully roll your eyes and shake your head. "i don't treat them as my own, i just do what i have to do so they feel better." you'd reply, walking towards the door to lock it out of policy. figured that he was here for counseling as well.

"you treat everyone with so much care it seems like it." he said, which made you stop in your tracks, turning heel to face him, your hair cascading on your shoulders and moving ever so softly as you spun. before you could speak, stunned, he asked again.

"don't you get tired? i mean mentally. it must take a toll on you to be around so many emotions all the time." the way he seemed to read you stunned you, he seemed like a very gruff, cold person from the brief interactions you'd had with him before. truth be told, this was the closest you'd been to logan since he came back to the mansion. it's what other people thought of him, anyway.

but you weren't other people, you were different.

the feeling in your body when you perceive others emotions is strange. you could never put it into words. your mutation was mostly contact based, a small brush of the hand was enough to let you know that person's feelings, the reason behind them, what they needed to feel better and it made it easier to help everyone. you could, however, see and feel the emotions, sometimes even smell them if they were too strong, no need for contact necessary.

with logan, you almost didn't need to be in the same room as him to feel the amount of physical, mental, emotional strain he was constantly under, his superhuman body subconsciously tuning it out, making him oblivious to it. once, after a very dangerous mission, he isolated himself in his room for days, his expression cold and unfazed, but every time you'd walk past an area he was in, the emotions hit you like a truck. so strong you even cried over pain that wasn't yours, a life you hadn't lived.

you looked at him sympathetically, taking a deep breath to concentrate less on the seemingly invisible fog around you two as you sat on the chair, your expression calm and collected. "i'm okay, i promise. thank you, logan."

"like hell you are." "neither are you."

he stays quiet at your retaliation, a weak smile forming on his lips, letting you understand that you were right, not that you needed confirmation.

sometimes, when emotions overpower you, you feel compelled to speak, give words of reassurance, even if you didn't quite know if they'd help or not. "logan, you should let people into your heart, stop living in fear.." you blurted out, unsure of why you were telling him this, but you'd learned to not question it and just speak, because it helped to just hear the words sometimes. it certainly did get you a reaction from logan, as the overbearing feelings you were perceiving faded.. briefly, before they slowly crept back into vision.

it was the faintest of reactions, but a reaction at least.

he nodded, taking in the words silently, as if he were contemplating. you remained stoic, analyzing his demeanor out of pure habit. "did.. you come here for counseling?" you asked, suddenly aware that you were still working, and you weren't even sure if he was here for another reason, or if he did need your help. instead, he shook his head, looking at you as if he were conducting an analysis of his own.

"nah, just came to see you.. sway."

a knock on the door interrupted the brewing tension, a gloomy, childlike presence behind the door, to which you looked at logan apologetically. "i'm sorry logan, i have a student to attend.. but think about what i said." you spoke softly, your warm voice reverberating in his ears like a hug.. something he longed for but couldn't bring himself to ask.

you started seeing him around the classroom more, or rather, he started seeking you out more. in between breaks, before his training, during counseling. it got to a point where your children started greeting him hello and goodbye if he was in the classroom, interacting with him, playing with his hair, always styled like kitty ears. the way he just smiled and let them made something in you bloom, a feeling you couldn't recognize in yourself, but it was pink and warm and fuzzy all over. you couldn't help but wonder if he felt about you this way, too.

slowly, you noticed how, little by little, the gloomy cloud surrounding him would go away when he entered the classroom, how it would be replaced with a pink haze when he looked into your eyes, or made you laugh.. it would quickly fade away, but you'd notice, and noticed how much it resembled that feeling inside you: pink and warm and fuzzy all over.

as time went by, you got used to seeing him around, swinging by your classroom as if it was his haven, a small break from the world he knew, because you were in it. you'd be lying if you said he didn't make you day too, the gloomy atmosphere that once came along with him every time he entered your classroom slowly changing into a lilac haze.

one day, he showed up as the kids were leaving for the day, no colored cloud, but something seemed off. you invited him to sit down as he locked the door after getting in, his expression serene. before you could even speak his hands were on you, pulling you close to him in a hug, and you swore you could feel him shaking slightly. the realization hits you like a bucket of cold water and you just hold him tighter to you, since it feels like the only correct thing to do.

"you're scared."

"no one gets to see me like this, so feel special." said he, almost as if he was confiding a secret in you, which he was.

"oh, trust me, i feel quite special." you replied jokingly, which caused him to let out a chuckle, though it was dull and almost no feeling was tied to it.

you two let go and you asked him what was wrong, and he opened up like it was routine.

"i leave tomorrow. there's a mission out of state and they're asking me to go.. might be off the grid after that for a while." he explained, his voice remained calm but his eyes seemed to reveal to you more of how he was actually feeling.

"i dunno.. thought someone should've known in case.. things go south." your expression changed at that, and logan noticed. "ah, c'mon bub, change that frown, it's just reality. sure, i might be a piece of work to kill but it doesn't mean i can't die."

the silence that fell upon the classroom as you two finished speaking made the words fall with more weight into your heart, it did little to nothing to comfort you as you came to terms with what he said. it shouldn't have been hard - he was just stating a fact -, but it didn't mean that it didn't cut deep for you. you opened your mouth to speak, unsure of what you were even going to say, but he quickly cut you off.

"logan-" "listen, bub, you told me to start letting people into my heart.. i'm letting you in."

slowly, his hands went to unclasp the chain that always dangled on his neck, dog tags adorning his neck with his names, his identities. you looked in awe as he held them out to you. "gimme your hand, kid." and surprisingly, you did as you were told, holding your hand out as he placed the piece on your hand, feeling the cold metal clink softly as it fell and heat up under the temperature of your palm. you looked up at him, unsure of what it meant, of what this changed between you two, but it felt undeniable, even if unspoken.

“now, these.. they’re very special, bub. a reminder of everything that happened that led to here.. and it’s leading me to you right now.” he explained. “feels right for you to have them, i guess.. keep them safe, kid.”

the silence that fell between you two again was more comfortable, filled with a newfound tension that left much to question, but it didn’t feel right to interrupt with all that noise yet. the only sound filling the room was the breathing and a faint humming of the white noise machine you kept in your room, next by the door. you opened up your mouth again, your mind utterly blank and filled with thoughts and questions at the same time, unsure of which one was going to breach through your mind to materialize out in the cold, tense air.

“.. why me? trust me, i’m flattered, but i’m no one special, logan..” you questioned, and it made him frown.

“you are special. you're special to me.” your eyes widened at the confession and you watched as a soft smile settled on his face, one that made your heart flutter with the sheer tenderness he held in his gaze. “call it what you want.. just know these are yours now.” he said it so calmly, you wouldn't have tought he was handing you his heart, placing it in soft, tender hands and pleading you to not break it, not change it, and instead embrace it and accept it as it came, rough around the edges.

with that, he stood up from the chair, took your hand to squeeze it briefly, and walked out of the room, not before looking back at you one last time, the heaviness that he carried as he entered the room seemingly gone, all that you could perceive was a haze, all too familiar, one that left as quick as it came as his eyes met yours.

pink, warm, and fuzzy all over.

additional author's note: BOOM SHAKALAKA I POSTED FINALLY!! i think it's a little rushed BUT!! it's cause i have a (smutty) part 2 planned for this HEHEJEHE i don't like writing (or reading) series bcs i get sad when they end but i just might.... hehehe... anyway pls lmk what u think!! or i kill off logan 🥰🥰 your choice 🥰🥰

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[winterrrnight]

there’d better be a mirrorball

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x fem!reader

SUMMARY: you couldn’t attend senior prom, so your boyfriend bought the prom to you.

WARNINGS: mentions of puking and food poisoning, sweetheart rafe, usage of nicknames, intentional use of lower case

EDITH SPEAKS: huge huge thank you to miss @zyafics who had to see my poorly edited photo of a terrace and helped me figure out that it’s called a ‘gazebo’, except that picture didn’t actually have a gazebo in it (I’m sorry I’m so bad at explaining shit 😭) but yeah zya you’re a real one ilysm 💙🌟

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it was the saddest day of your life.

you went to sleep all excited, your dress laid out, your shoes right next to the dress, your jewelry picked out, a clear image of your make up look in your head; just for you to wake up and do the last thing you’d expect for that day: puke.

your puke was unceremoniously cleaned up by your mom, who when touched her hand to your forehead, claimed that you were burning up. when you tried to speak, your voice barely came out – it was hoarse and heavy. and it was even worse when you couldn’t stand on your own two feet for a few moments before starting to feel an intense body ache that had you flopping back onto your bed.

“I’m sorry darling, but I don’t think you should go to prom today–”

“no!” came out your rough voice, tears starting to blur your vision as you took a look at your perfectly arranged dress and accessories for the coming night. your mom couldn’t bear to see the sight but she had to exercise her never expiring mom card and made you miss the prom.

you were laying in your bed, your curtains drawn and the lights turned off to not let any harsh lighting pulsate your already throbbing headache even more than before. you had called your boyfriend rafe and had given him the unbearing news of you not being able to attend prom because of your horrible health – which was concluded as food poisoning by your mother – and he felt his heart shatter with the news.

rafe, who was never interested in prom before, was looking forward to that night because you were his date. you made his decision regarding proms flip to a total 180 and convinced him on how fun it would actually be, and now what? now, you can’t go, you: the light to the dark side of his moon.

“then that’s simple, I’m not going either,” came his voice through your microphone. you groaned for what felt like the millionth time, and shook your head.

“you are going rafe,” you said, your voice clearing up just a bit thanks to those sharp tasting lozenges your mother dumped into your mouth. “okay? you are going. the rest of our friends are going to be there, and it’s the senior prom! you are going, and that’s final.”

damn. even when you’re lying sick in your bed, you still have your control over him.

rafe reluctantly agreed to go to the prom, but before he went there, he stopped by at your place to check up on you. he brought you some fresh flowers and put them in a vase to sit in your room.

“when I come back, I’m coming straight to you, okay?” he murmured softly as he pressed a kiss to your forehead gently, not listening to your whines on how he shouldn’t kiss you because you were sick.

the hours passed, and you made a quick scroll through your social media – something which you knew you shouldn’t. there were already a gazillion pictures and short videos from the evening, everyone dressed up in fancy fabrics from head to toe, jewelry gleaming on their ears and necks, and familiar pop music played in the background. you sighed, feeling yourself getting more and more sad and left out as you practically threw your phone aside, and decided to just nap to get your mind off of it.

you were woken up by your name spoken by an all too familiar melodious voice, and a soft nudge to your shoulder.

“wake up baby…” you heard in your ear. you opened your eyes and were met with rafe’s bright blue ones. his blazer had come off and was hanging on his shoulder, the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up to his elbows.

“yeah?” you muttered as you rubbed your eyes and sat up.

“come on, I want to take you somewhere,” he said in a hushed tone as he watched you awaken.

“take me where?” you asked and without any questions, you followed rafe’s lead, who helped you to your feet and helped you put on your shoes. he draped his blazer over your shoulders and took your hand, leading you out of your room.

“just come with me, you’ll love it,” he said softly, grinning from ear to ear as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and led you out. you lived only a few doors down from tannyhill, and rafe kept you well tucked under his arm as he kept up with your slower pace of walking than usual and led you to his place.

he led you inside the huge mansion, and when he saw how tired your body had gotten from the walking, he carefully picked you up bridal style and carried you up the stairs, all the way up to the terrace.

“now…” he hummed as he set you down, both of you standing right outside the closed door of the terrace. “i’m going to cover your eyes, okay?” he said softly, and when he saw you didn’t interject, he covered your eyes with his fingers. he opened the door and carefully led you out to the terrace.

“i’ll lift my hands in 3… 2… 1…”

at 1, his hands came off and you were greeted with a sight that made you gasp.

multiple strings of golden fairy lights hung all around the terrace, a record player spun in a corner, a table was covered with drinks, chocolates and other little treats, and to your right, right under the wooden gazebo, was a mirrorball.

a mirrorball hung right from the center of the gazebo, spinning slowly and slowly as it reflected silver light in different directions, producing a complex display. you gasped at the sight, the spherical object rotating and momentarily reflecting across you, the reflections mere spheres that appeared and disappeared on your body at different parts each time.

“rafe…” you muttered, and you felt his arms wrap around your waist from the back, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“this is our prom baby,” you whispered in your ear, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your neck.

“when… when did you even do this?” you whispered, still in awe from the entire decoration.

“I came back from prom early, it was extremely boring without you,” he murmured. “couldn’t stand being there without my pretty girl,”

you turned around in rafe’s hold to face him. “this… this is so beautiful…” you whispered, looking in his twinkling eyes. you wanted to say more, you really did, but you were falling short of words because you were still trying to recover from the surprise.

“not as beautiful as you baby,” he murmured as he pressed a kiss to your forehead and you broke into a smile. he can be so cheesy.

“now come on, I believe you owe me a dance,” he grinned as he walked up to the record player. he changed the vinyl spinning and you watched him curiously, but all curiosity washed away when you heard the gentle instrumentals of there’d better be a mirrorball fill the space around you.

he walked back to you with a cheeky grin and took your hand in his, leading you to the gazebo where you both stood right under the mirrorball. he took your hands in his and brought you closer to him, placing your arms around his neck and placing his around your waist, and starting to sway you gently to the music.

you rested your head in the crook of his neck and he kept you close in your arms, both of your eyes fluttered shut as you gently swayed to the music, taking in the moment.

“I love you,” you heard the faint sound of rafe’s voice in your ear. you felt your heart thump at his words, a soft smile forming on your face.

“I love you just as much,” you whispered back, burying your face in his neck. he smiled softly at your words, pressing a kiss to your temple as he continued to sway you both.

by the end of the night, you had completely forgotten you had to miss prom.

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