#STOP ARGUING WITH EACH OTHER!!!! PLEASE STOP JUST LET ME VENT!!!! STOP IT!!!!!

[theheadlessphilosopher]

-

[mattslutt]

not fair | matt sturniolo

contents: established relationship, arguing, strong language, angst.

synopsis: reader gets broken up with the boyfriend. matt is reader’s best friend and is secretly crazily in love with the reader. matt visits the reader for comfort but it turns into an argument because matt is tired of the reader leading him on, teasing him, making him think that the reader likes him back.

-

Matt’s phone kept ringing and ringing.

‘Yeah?’ he finally picks up.

‘He broke up with me’ i sobbed.

‘I’ll be there soon’ Matt firmly said

‘My parents are home, wait for me in the car’.

‘Okay. I’ll be there in ten minutes’.

after 10 minutes

Matt has pulled into the driveway, i was already standing outside, next to the huge tree where the car was being parked. Matt turned off the engine and unlocked the car.

I opened the door and got inside the passenger seat, closing the door and immediately turning my face to you.

‘Thanks for being here’.

Matt lazily smiles as he softly speaks

‘Always, you know ive got your back.’

I smile at him as I pull him into a hug.

He melts into the embrace as his fingers softly tangle into my hair and caress the back of my head.

I tilt my head to look at him, my head softly resting on his shoulder. He looked at me through heavy lidded eyes as he continued caressing my hair.

‘You’ve always been so beautiful’ he whispers out.

I felt like my throat has blocked. I couldn’t get any words out. I felt his body shifting closer to me, his face inches apart from mine.

I lift my head up as I pull away

‘No’ i firmly protest

Matt was caught off guard, betrayed.

‘I thought you came here to comfort me. Not try to pull a move on me’.

Matt let out a bitter laugh, a frustrated sigh.

‘What’s so funny?’ i ask with a worried tone.

‘What’s funny is that after all these years, you still can’t understand’ Matt snaps.

‘Underrated what?’

‘Oh cmon. You’re not that naive’ he snaps again.

I shook my head in a no motion, not wanting to hear his words.

‘Friends don’t look at each other like we do. All the sneaking around we did even when you were still together with him. You would always vent to me multiple times about him. I lost count on how many times we almost had sex when you would come over’

‘Please. Please stop talking’ i tried to defend myself but i couldn’t.

‘No. I won’t. Because I’m tired and sick of not having what I want. And what I want is you. I always have. I just couldn’t say it. And now I’m having the guts to finally say it’ Matt spoke angrily, almost out of breath as he said his last sentence.

‘Matt..’ i softly whisper.

‘I just couldn’t bare of the thought about losing you. I didn’t want to lose you as a friend even if you didn’t feel the same’ Matt admitted.

His fingers slowly came up to my face, moving the strap of my hair that was in my face behind my ear. He kept his hand there, his gaze was on me.

His gaze dropped to my lips for a few seconds and then back to my eyes again.

‘Please..’ Matt whispers. He was desperate. Aching. His voice was filled with longing.

I looked into his eyes. My gaze dropped to his lips as well and then back to his eyes again.

‘If you keep looking at me like that. I might lose control now’.

With that, I closed the distance between us. Matt’s hand immediately tangled into the back of my hair, bringing my body closer to his. My fingers digged into his hair as well, gripping on them desperately as the kiss became more urgent. Soft moans were escaping his lips as he deepened the kiss every second.

By the time he pulled away, both of us were out of breath.

He softly caressed my cheek as his thumb brushed over my bottom lip.

I smiled at him, as I rest my forehead against his.

‘Could have told me sooner’.

Matt softly chuckled as he nuzzled his nose with mine.

‘That’s not fair. I couldn’t cuz you weren’t mine then’.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for hanging out with someone less in-person, and more online?

Here me out first please.

My buddy Austin (he/him) and I usually hang out at least every other week, if not every week. We've been doing this for the last few years after we both got more conformable doing in-person hangouts after the covid vaccines reached the general public in our country.

About a year ago, Austin was in a car accident (not a major one, don't worry) and walked away with a mild concussion (doctor's description). Ever since that car accident, Austin has been super sensitive to sound. In his words, walking across his floor in socks sounds like elephant stomping. His floor is carpet. Typing on a phone is so loud and distracting he can't hear anything else. Birds outside his house sound like they're chirping directly into his ear. He vents to me often that having a regular-volumed conversation sounds so loud it's painful to him.

When I'm over at his house, I try to be as quiet as I can. I'm careful to soft-step around the house and not take my shoes off. I try to shuffle or slide through the kitchen and other rooms that are not carpet so I make less noise. We whisper or half-whisper half-speak to each other in conversation. Movies we have subtitles on and the volume turned down to almost 0%. But Austin still looks like he's in pain by the end of a couple hour hang-out. Sometimes he'll get up and put in earplugs and then come back to continue the hangout. I feel really bad that he's putting himself through so much.

The last few months, instead of always hanging out in-person, I've been suggesting doing something virtual and letting Austin decide which he wants. I figure that if we're gaming, he can wear his earplugs or mute the game and we can use game chat or text each other to communicate. Same with watching movies, we can both adjust our volumes to our comfort levels (and leave subtitles on still. I don't mind them). Sometimes he wants to just do things online, and sometimes he insists on hanging out in-person. It's been about 60/40 online to in-person so far.

We hung out last weekend and first Austin said let's hang out in-person, but the night before we were supposed to hang out, he told me he rather hang out online this time. I was cool with it, but when I let my roommate Geoff (who is also good friends with Austin) know that actually I'd be home most of the day Saturday and answered Geoff's "why are you hanging out with Austin online again?" with "i don't know, Austin probably wants a quiet weekend instead", my roommate started accusing me of infantilizing Austin by hanging out online instead of in-person, that I'm abandoning Austin because his "auditory disablility is too inconvenient for fragile able-bodied feelings" (Geoff's words), and how since Austin hasn't explicitly said that in-person hanging out is too loud for him, then I'm being ableist by assuming things are too loud when he hasn't directly said that I am too loud. I argued that I don't think of Austin as lesser, I just don't want to cause him any unnecessary pain, and it's pretty obvious when things are too loud for him without words, because you can read the "Make it stop" / "No more" expression on his face. But Geoff doubled down really hard and told me i should be ashamed of treating Austin like he's incapable of making his own choices.

I was pissed and just walked out with my laptop. We did our movie day with me on the local library wifi instead. I don't think for a second I've taken away Austin's ability to choose, since I let Austin make the call on in-person or online!! But I'm also completely able-bodied. I haven't even experienced a temporary disability-experience like needing crutches during injury recovery or anything. Geoff has a chronic pain and fatigue disorder, so he has more experience with microaggressions than I do. So I don't know if I'm right about this being a non-issue, or if Geoff is right about me being ableist against Austin's noise sensitivities. It keeps eating at me now, and I don't want to bring this up with Austin since I already know he's really insecure about his new volume tolerance levels. Am I an asshole for doing online hangouts with Austin instead of sticking to only in-person stuff?

[whatdoeseverybodywant]

Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 7

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS

❤ Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤ 

All OC Characters belong to me

Prequel (All Falls Down)

Series Masterlist

“Soo.” Elijah trailed off as he and Kiyana were driving to the restaurant. “That was your ex-husband huh?” 

“Yeah.” She said “I’m so sorry about that..” She apologized again. “He wasn’t supposed to be there.” she paused. “Him or his cousin.”  Elijah laughed. 

“It’s no big deal. Trust me. I’ve dealt with worse from my ex-wife. Her brothers are still on my ass to this day.” He chuckled again. 

“Oh you were married?” Kiyana asked, perplexed because he never mentioned it.

“Is that a problem?” Now Elijah was confused. Not even 10 minutes ago, he thought he was about to have a melee with her ex husband and his cousin. He cut his eyes over to her before looking back at the road when she didn’t answer. “Ki?” 

“No, it’s not a problem.” She shrugged. “I just thought you would mention it by now.” She paused, and turned her head to look at him. “It’s not a big deal though.” 

“You sure?” Elijah asked as he pulled up to a red light, now turning his full attention to her. “I don’t wanna start us off on the wrong foot.” 

“Ohh, there’s an us?” She teased with a smile, feeling her cheeks heat up. 

“There’s definitely an us. I normally have a rule that I don’t date coworkers but, it’s just something about you Kiyana.” There goes them butterflies again. She thought as their faces inched closer. He cupped her jaw and Kiyana felt her heart rate spike. Just as their lips were about to connect, the car behind them honked causing the both of them to jump away from each other. 

“Fuck!” Josh cursed as he watched Kiyana get into Elijah’s car and drive off. This was exactly what he was afraid of. He stomped past Joe and into his former home. “Samara!” He called out, softly though, still mindful of his sleeping children.  “Mara?!” He called out again, rolling his eyes as she strolled out of the kitchen munching on his children’s Doritos. 

“What?” 

“What restaurant did they go to?” He huffed when she shrugged and pushed past him to sit on the couch. “Samara ,please.” Josh begged. “I know I fucked up by doin' what I did. But shit, I can’t just give up and go let her fall in love with someone else. I won’t be able to take it. So please, just tell me what restaurant they went to.” 

Samara felt her hatred for Josh slip away. While they were never close she still considered him a friend and one thing about Samara was that she hated seeing her friends hurting. “Fine.” She sighed out. “But you have to answer my question first.”  Josh nodded immediately. 

“Aight, whatever you wanna know.” 

“Why did you do it? What made you cheat on Kiyana?”  oh Josh gulped.  “Josh?” 

“I don’t know. “ He said and Samara sucked her teeth. “I- we were arguing about her not listening to the doctor about not stressing. I just wanted her and Kairo to be okay.” He walked over and sat down on the couch next to her and put his head in his hands.  “You know the same thing happened when she was pregnant with Kehlani.” Neither one of them heard Joe as she entered the house and stood right by the entrance to the living room, listening to their conversation. “Her auntie died and..” He blew out a breath. “She wouldn’t relax, she wouldn’t just stop and not stress. I already have one dead kid. I didn’t want another.” 

Samara nodded, remembering how Kiyana blamed herself for years for the death of Kehlani. “So that’s why you cheated?” Josh scoffed and shook his head. 

“Hell no. I just- I wanted to vent. Everyone around me kept talking about how Kiyana felt and..” He paused and sniffled, wiping his eyes. “I- it’s selfish but damn, Kenneth was like a dad to me too. When Kish and my mom were going through it Ken and Ms Imani welcomed me with open arms. I just wanted to vent to someone who wouldn’t say oh well it’s Kiyana’s dad. And Shanté was there at the right  time. It wasn’t my intention to start the affair, I just wanted someone to talk to and things went too far.” 

Joe let out a sigh and closed his eyes. He couldn’t intervene with Josh and Kiyana nomore. He had already done enough damage by sleeping with Kiyana and truth be told, Josh was his favorite cousin and even if Joe thought that Kiyana should be with him, he didn’t want to hurt his cousin more than he already did. 

“The Grand Marlin.” Samara said after a minute of silence between her and Josh. “He took her to The Grand Marlin.” 

Josh pulled Samara in for a hug and thanked her. “Do not fuck this up again Joshua. I swear on my life I will make sure she fucks every single one of your family members.” Josh sucked his teeth and pushed her away from him. 

“Damn Samara.” She shrugged and pointed towards the front door.

“Go, before she falls in love with him or something.”  Josh nodded and rushed towards the front door, only to be stopped by Joe blocking it. 

“Uce come-on. Don’t do this to me right now. You proved your point already.”  Joe shook his head and put his hands up defensively. 

“I just wanted to apologize to you Josh. You my family and I should have never took it there with your wife.” Josh sucked his teeth. 

“You don’t mean that shit. What you want me to go get my wife back so you can fuck her again.” Josh felt the urge to pummel Joe so he took a deep breath. “ Getcho’ big ass out my way Joseph.” 

“Josh, this is the most serious I've been with you in years. I’m sorry.” Josh narrowed his eyes at Joe. Not believing him in the slightest. But he couldn’t worry about Joe right now, right now he needed to get to Kiyana. 

“Thank you for bringing me here.” Kiyana smiled over at Elijah as he pulled out her chair for her. “I’ve never been here before.” 

“No problem Ms. Jackson. I plan to give you a lot of first time experiences” He winked back as the waiter came over and asked for their drink orders. 

Elijah kept a smile on Kiyana’s face all throughout dinner. And if Kiyana was being honest, this was the best date she had been on in years. 

Her weekly ‘dates’ with Josh were just them going out to dinner, nothing special or spectacular. He stopped making her feel special a long time ago and she had just gone with the flow because she loved him. 

“Hey that’s your ex-husband right?” Elijah’s voice broke her out of her thoughts and she turned her head in the direction he was pointing to see Josh arguing with the maitre’d and pointing in her direction. 

“Oh my god.” She muttered, covering her face with her hands. “This is so embarrassing. Just give me two minutes please.” She said, biting her lip as she stood from the table and walked over to where Josh was making an ass out of himself. 

“All you had to do was let me through dickhead.” He sneered at the man, who was only trying to do his job. 

“Joshua.” Kiyana hissed, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and dragging him outside of the restaurant. “What are you doing?!” 

“Tryna stop you from making a mistake. I’m so fucking sorry Key.” He whispered, cupping her face in his hands.  “About everything. About Shanté.” He swallowed hard when he saw her flinch at Shanté’s name. “About not sticking up for you at J’s party. About everything.” He repeated and Kiyana started shaking her head. 

“No.” She laughed as tears started to well up in her eyes. “You can’t just come here and ruin my date. You have no right Joshua.” She pushed him away from her. “You cheated on me, there is no apologizing for that, not after the shit I put up with from you and your family for years.” 

“Kiyana please - “ 

“Go home Joshua.” She muttered, blinking her tears away. She was done crying over him. “I’m trying to move on, you need to do the same.” Josh felt as if Kiyana just reached into his chest and pulled his heart out, as she gave him one last look before turning and walking back into the restaurant to continue her date. Leaving him heartbroken and empty. 

🙃

Y'all think Josh can actually win her back or y'all think Kiyana is over him and nothing her can do will fix or change anything. ?

❤ Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated ❤ 

A/N: Sorry this took two weeks 😭. I was just feeling a bit stuck with this chapter. Hopefully chapter 8 won't take another 2 weeks.

🏷️: @christinabae @southerngirl41 @reci1996 @empressdede @harmshake

@theninthwonder @alyyaanna @nbanenefrmdao @badbitchcentralinc @abadbitchblogs

@raya-hunter01 @msbigredmachine @dietothemusic @paigereeder @amandairene88

@woahthatshitfat @tian-monique @leaderofthebadbitchbrigade @allmyn1ghts @wrestlingprincess80

@reignsboy19 @cyberdejos2 @saintaquarius @bebesobrielo @scarlettnoir01

@alichesmi @xiamentshoneypot @hunnidmilly @jeyusos-girl @li-da-savage

@qveenmikaelson @black-yn @mzv11 @shantinextdoor @sheydnni

@zillasvilla @thatone-girly @xmonetsworld @jeysbae @kill-the-artiste

@simpin4pixels @mindairy @that-one-anxious-mango @mersers-moonypadfoot-prongs @vebner37

@trashbin-nie @adoreesun @meggylynnloves @shayaaaaaaa @angiedawn02

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

If it's okay, can I request for a one-shot of the TFA X ROTTMNT crossover AU about Splinter and Megatron reuniting please?

Like at one point in the AU an ennemie common to both Autobots and Decepticons is making attacks to invade both factions and this result to the classic "Autobots/Decepticons alliance scenario" with the ROTTMNT gang(the turtles, Splinter, April and Draxum) being the neutral faction acting as mediators between the two factions.

This lead to Splinter and Megatron officially reuniting, everyone to find out that Splinter had made Megatron his sons's godfather, the Cybertronians, Megatron incluses, to finally learn what a godfather is(maybe they have a Cybertronian equivalent but is called differently) and everyone reacting to the revelation!

Getting autobots and decepticons work side by side was like pulling teeth. Even with the quintessons breathing down their collective necks, threatening to destroy them all, they couldn't let go of old grudges. Splinter supposed that was the downside of living as long as they did, it just made the past so hard to let go off. Why forgive and forget when you can spend millennia hating someone and still have majority of your life left?

He wasn't even trying to make them like each other. Splinter wasn't going to waste his time mending the damage caused by a million year old civil war, they did not have that much time, but was it really too much to ask for for these bots to at least pretend to act civil with each other? Five minutes without anyone bickering, that was all he asked for! But noooooo! The moment he looked away, the very second he relaxed and thought that maybe they could get somewhere and achieve something, they would start arguing about the smallest things!

"Don't touch me."

"Stay on your side of the room."

"Get your own fuel."

"Stop looking at me!"

"You're venting to loud!"

It made him want to throw himself into a smelter furnace, feet first. Seriously, it was like looking after a bunch of children! And Splinter would know, he had raised four of them all on his own! At least his kids had been easy enough to distract with movies and games. There was no distracting these gigantic toddlers from throwing their temper tantrums.

These babies also just happened to be giant alien robots with inbuilt weaponry.

Splinter supposed he was lucky, in a sense. Last time he had found himself in a cybertronian body, he had been all on his own. He had been forced to figure out most of that stuff on his own. Some stuff had been easy, like walking. Transforming for the first time had been weird. He had gotten stuck halfway and it had taken him two hours to get himself unstuck. At least this time, he had his family with him.

Yeah, sure, it certainly made him more anxious, as he now had to worry about their safety, but it brought him comfort to have them around, to hear them chatter and joke around like usual. It brought with it a sense of normalcy. It also helped that they also worked hard to keep the autobots and decepticons from killing one another. Hell, even Draxum was a massive help. The yokai-turned-cybertronian had this way of demanding respect from decepticons that they appeared familiar and receptive to.

As much as he loathed to admit it, Splinter envied them somewhat in that regard. His cybertronian form had changed, now matching his mutated body, and his short and stocky frame made it too easy for both sides to disregard him.

Splinter didn't exactly strike the intimidating figure he once had, with no one on Cybertron being able to recognize him and ouch, didn't that sting, knowing that he had lost even that, that in whatever body he found himself in, he was unrecognizable.

Whenever he introduced himself as Splinter, bots would roll their optics and scoff, finding it humorous that he had the same designation as the old legend. THAT Splinter had been tall, lean and exuded an aura of confidence. This version? He was a joke in comparison.

"So pathetic it was almost funny." That's what one bot had said, when they had thought he wouldn't hear them. Unable to disagree with them, Splinter hadn't said anything.

He had also yet to tell anyone in the family about his past experience on Cybertron. Partly because of embarrassment. Ok, mostly because of embarrassment. Embarrassment and shame. But he knew that they had all started to suspect something. Splinter hadn't been very careful, sometimes saying things that betrayed that he knew more about cybertronian culture than he should. A mistake on his part.

In fact, Splinter was pretty confident that Purple had already figured most of it out though. The boy had been so excited upon their shared transformations and done a deep dive into everything about Cybertron and its history. No doubt that he had found some mentions about this mysterious 'Splinter' that suddenly appeared and then went missing years ago. Probably noticed the similarities in appearance to how he had looked as Lou Jitsu. Really, Splinter shouldn't have used the same name. Another mistake on his part. Purple had been giving him these looks, observing his reactions to various places and bots and it all spoke to the fact that he was at least very suspicious that this 'Splinter' and his old man was the same person.

Still, he had yet to confront him about it so Splinter was not going to say anything unless prompted. Avoiding the problem until it was no longer possible, that was his style. Most likely, Purple would not say anything until he knew everything, the how and the why's and then he would reveal it all to his brothers with that overdramatic flair of his. Oh, Splinter just knew Purple was going to be so smug about it once he confirmed his suspicions. That boy loved being right. It was a trait he had surely inherited from his dear old father.

Splinter drummed his fingers against the flat surface of the table, anxious and impatient. He had been asked to serve as a mediator when the leaders of the two factions spoke and negotiated the continued ceasefire. Apparently, the threat of mutual annihilation was not enough to put their egos aside and they both needed some persuasion. Someone from the outside that could look them in the eyes and tell them they were acting like idiots. So of course Splinter had been chosen for this.

Frankly, he was nervous. He had heard lots about this "Megatron" and "Ultra Magnus". The way people spoke about it, it didn't really make him feel confident. From what he had gathered, they were both brilliant leaders. Intelligent. Charismatic. Stubborn. And apparently, they hated each other. The chance of them willingly agreeing to cooperating, even under the threat of the quintessons, were slim.

But Splinter had refused to let one of his sons handle this, nor April or even Draxum. In case anything happened, in case a fight broke out, he didn't want his family to get caught in the crossfire (and ugh, it hurt to think of Draxum as family).

So far, only Ultra Magnus had yet to show up. He had appeared precisely on time, not a minute earlier or later, had taken one look around the room for Megatron, grunted, and then taken a seat on the far end of the table. He had barely even acknowledged Splinter, choosing instead to go over the datapads he had brought with him. Which, alright, fine, Splinter could deal with that. Totally. No problem.

It was a problem. It took 10 minutes for Megatron to show up to the meeting. 10 long, awkward minutes of silence. Somehow, Ultra Magnus managed to feel oppressive and judgmental when he wasn't saying anything. It made Splinter shift in his seat, tap his fingers against the table with increasing fervor. After three minutes, he broke and tried to start a conversation with the Magnus. You know, to break the tension. He had started talking... only to be met with silence. Magnus hadn't even looked up from his datapads. The only reaction had been a slight twitch of his left optic. And now that he had started talking, Splinter just hadn't been able to stop. It was as if a flood had been unleashed.

So how about the weather? Did your fuel taste weird this morning or was it just mine? Must be hard running both an army and a planet. Are you a morning person or a night owl? I am more of a night person myself. Huh, they really should change that light. Is it hot in here or is it just me.

It was frankly a relief when Megatron arrived. Ten minutes late, sure, but at this point, Splinter wasn't going to complain. He was pretty sure that if he continued to talk for even a second more that he would accidentally spill the beans on everything. That's why, when the door hissed open, he looked up at the towering figure with a thankful gaze.

And, huh. Huh. Megatron certainly was all that the rumors had made him out to be. Tall, broad shoulders, intimidating. He carried himself like he owned the place. But there was something more. Something that made Splinter pause and zero in on the mech. There was something... familiar about him.

He didn't have the chance to think about it any further than that. The moment Megatron stepped into the room, Magnus' optics snapped up and bore into him with an intense glare. "You're late" the autobot leader noted with no small amount of disdain. Already off to a good start then, Splinter thought.

Megatron, unmoved by the Magnus' tone, merely shrugged as he took his own seat on the opposite end of the table. "Some of us have things to do, Ultra. Armies to command, societies to run. Things like that."

If Splinter had thought Megatron looked familiar, the voice had ten times the effect. In the back of his mind, a thought was forming. An idea. Things were connecting but he couldn't yet see the full picture.

Ultra Magnus scoffed. "Oh yes, your "army". Tell me, how many days since the last attempted coup? Let me guess, your second in command, again? He got the best of you once, I'm sure he's eager to repeat the experience."

"Starscream" Megatron said with a sneer, "is none of your concern. Besides, I wouldn't be so quick to judge. After all, didn't the head of your Intelligence Division turn out to be one of my agents?" His sneer turned into a wicked smirk. "How shameful, Ultra, to promote a spy to such a high rank. Is age finally catching up to you? Going senile, perhaps?"

Splinter could hear the way the datapad cracked in Magnus' servos. "If I remember correctly" he started, voice cold, "you are not that much younger than I am. Are you perhaps speaking from experience? Projecting, maybe?"

"Hah!" Megatron banged his fists on the table and barked out a mocking laugh. He leaned forward in his seat. "You amuse me, Ultra! Is this how you entertain your high command? No wonder they are so eager to work for you, with you in charge, every day is a circus!"

"Oh I'll show you something funny alright-"

Before the two leaders could lunge across the table to throttle one another, Splinter stood up in his chair. "Ok, that's enough!" He waved his hands around like he was fighting an invisible enemy. "I feel like we got off on the wrong foot, eh, pede, here. Why don't we start over? Like civilized people." When it didn't look like either Megatron or Ultra Magnus was going to reach for a weapon, Splinter sighed and sat down once more. "Ok. Ok, ok, ok." He massaged the space between his optics. "We are here for a reason. The quintessons. They want all of us gone. Autobots, decepticons, don't matter. That is bad. We don't want that. So, we collaborate."

Megatron crossed his arms in front of his chest and scoffed. "And why should we trust the autobots?" He glanced briefly at Magnus before looking back at Splinter, optics squinted. "The moment the quintessons are defeated, they will turn on us."

"I could say the same thing" Magnus interjected. "The decepticons have never been the picture of loyalty. Always so eager to turn on each other. How can we be so sure that you just won't turn your weapons on the autobots the moment you get the chance?"

Splinter saw the way Megatron's expression darkened and so he interjected before the warlord had a chance. "Because neither of you can do it on your own." The two leaders looked at him and Splinter knew he had their full attention. Ok, time to use that old charm of his. And maybe reuse a couple of old movie lines. "The quintessons have us outnumbered. They are not afraid to throw soldiers at us until they've broken us down. That's why, our retaliation has to be swift, decisive. And that that only be achieved by working together. Divided, you may be strong but together, you are unbeatable."

For the first time since Magnus entered the room, he looked at Splinter as if he was actually seeing him. Meanwhile, Megatron was giving him a weird look but eh, it didn't look as if Splinter's pep talk had driven him to consider murder so that was a plus his his book.

Ultra Magnus nodded. "Your words are logical and, I must admit, convincing. As much as I may dislike it, collaboration is needed to ensure victory."

"Nice!" Splinter pumped his fist. "Together, we will beat the quintessons and emerge victorious! The Hamatos will fight again!"

Megatron blinked. Once. Twice. Thrice. Then he stood up with such force that his chair clattered to the floor. Ultra Magnus, triggered by the sudden reaction, similarly stood up, preparing himself for combat. But Megatron didn't attack. Instead he planted one hand on the table and pointed the other right at Splinter, optics wide with disbelief and mouth hanging open. It was an expression Splinter immediatel recognized. "SPLINTER!?"

Splinter pointed a finger right back at Megatron. "D-16!?"

Megatron's face split into a wide smile and he immediately swooped Splinter up in his arms. "Old friend! I never thought I would see you again! I searched for so long but never found a single sign of you so I thought- What happened? Where did you go? Why do you look like this?" He placed his old friend on the table so they could be of more of a similar height.

"I promise to explain everything, Dee," said Splinter, and he truly meant it. D-16 had been his best friend when he had arrived on Cybertron all those years ago and he had never quite forgiven himself for leaving without a word, even if he had no choice in the matter. "And I have so much to tell you! And people I want you to meet! My boys-"

Dee, well, Megatron, tilted his head to the side. "Your boys?"

Splinter puffed up his chest with pride. "Yes! You see, I have taken on the great challenge of fathering, eh, mentoring, four bots!" Megatron's face went a bit slack.

"You? A mentor? I mean, I know you trained Yoketron but that was-"

Waving away his concern and disbelief, Splinter continued. "Eh, that was long ago! This is different! These aren't just my students, they are my family, and you know how much family means to me, Dee." A light suddenly popped in his head. "That's right! My sons will finally get to meet their godfather!"

Megatron's optics sparkled. "Godfather? I know that term. Heard it on Earth." He smiled warmly. "I am honored, my friend, that you would give me that honor. I look forward to meeting your sons."

Splinter smiled. He had never thought he would get to meet Dee again, especially after learning that millions of years had passed since he had left Cybertron and that an entire civil war had happened. The chance of his kind, sweet friend had made it through... He hadn't dared hope. But apparently Dee had done quite well for himself! Leader of an entire army, now that was something. Splinter was quite sure that Dee had his own stories to tell.

The sound of something heavy being dropped on the ground made Splinter turn around, just to see Ultra Magnus standing there, on the other side of the table, his hammer on the floor and looking just like Orange when it was pizza night.

"You- How- Splinter- I don't-" the Magnus stuttered. His optics grew just a fraction wider. "YOU'RE SPLINTER!"

Huh, ok, so maybe Splinter had to explain things to more than just one bot.

[onewmin]

the perfume on the shelf. pt. 10 | bangchan

Pairings: Bang Chan x Fem!reader, Kim Yugyeom x Fem!reader

Summary: Falling in love with your best friend was never a part of the plan. So you end it up. But does he want to put a stop to it, too?

Warnings: AU, Yugyeom is being the voice of reason, the reader and Chan are insufferable (mostly the reader), description of a poor relationship with the parents, mentions of a sexual assault, cursing, the appearance of an ex-girlfriend, an airport cliché, some typos. The narration jumping from the past to the present tense is intentional

Gaeul means ‘autumn’ (just in case :))

Author’s note: hey! I’ve been absent for quite a long time, and couldn’t give you anything better thank this, sorry </3. I wasn’t kidding when I said it was going to get worse, lol. This part is quite long, btw. I’m trying my best to finish this series, that’s why it’s taking me longer than usual to post. I’ll try my best to post a new part either once in two weeks or once a month. Hope you’re still interested in the series. Let me know what you think and thank you for reading <3

Disclaimer: the names and appearances of real people are used for inspiration and writing purposes only. I do not claim anything, everything belongs to its owners.

Part 9 | Part 11

You hated the countryside. Or the idea of staying there with your parents. You didn’t figure that out yet.

To begin with, you absolutely despised the long hours it took you to get to the place. When your parents abruptly decided to change their place of living, moving from their apartment to the semi-detached house in the village four hours away from Seoul (the house that was used solely for summer vacation previously), you were definitely not pleased. With your forever unfinished psychological separation from the family, you knew better than anybody else that you’d have no choice but to come and see them, at least, once a month at the weekend — especially when it happened in summer.

Moreover? Honestly, there were too many things to add to this. For starters, you hated you father’s guts. Despite having been raised as someone who was supposed to respect their elders without a question, you couldn’t but roll your eyes every time he opened his mouth. And when you’d vent to your mom, she… She would be defending her husband’s actions, always. Even when he was in the wrong.

Sitting at the dinner table with them, you silently chewed on your salad, another weird show about politics running as a background. Your parents would throw in the most obscure of their opinions, the ones that made you sick to your stomach — but you wouldn’t dare to say anything. ‘Cause you outgrew the phase of arguing with them, trying to prove them wrong, trying to get through their hatred and prejudices. You were too grown to try and change two almost senior citizens so that they wouldn’t hate everyone who differed from them in any capacity.

Your cat meowed, stretching her paws on the armchair beside you. Whenever you thought about a family, she would be the only creature who came to mind.

“Do you feel like you’ve separated?” You therapist asked.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Sometimes it feels like it. But”, you gulped, “sometimes I would find myself being too engrossed in the family drama”.

She hummed. “That’s what they want from you. To continue being involved. To continue being the only thing that unites them”.

“I’m pretty sure they’d be fine without me”. You huffed. “My mom loves her husband too much to even think about how miserable he makes her life to be”.

“Would you remind me, please, how long they were dating before getting married?”

“Two months”.

“How long had they been living together, just the two of them?”

You scratched your chin. “Ummm… Never, I guess. My grandma lives with them now.”

“Something always unites your parents, and it never seems to be the love they have for each other. It’s either you or your grandmother”. Your therapist took her glasses off and looked you in the eyes. “When one of the elements disappears, or both of them do, they’ll have nothing in common anymore”.

You shook your head back then, and you were shaking it now too. Your parents might have been the worst example of a healthy relationship, however, they both held onto the toxicity. You father did it for the sake of comfort, as you mother had always been the breadwinner of the family — the matriarch, if you will. She provided him with a home, paid for his higher education, paid all the bills while he was not, in fact, bringing home the bacon, quite the opposite, actually; and she never noticed his utterly shitty behavior. Or she chose to ignore his vile habits of breaking your heart, your will, your love for him as a father.

Your mother never cared about it. Ignorance is a blessing, after all.

“We’ll have guests tonight”, your mother said when you were helping her with the dishes. “Don’t lock yourself in your room, please”.

“Who’s going to come?”

A playful smile was shining on her lips. “It’s a surprise”.

You’re let out a deep sigh, not expecting anything good to come out of it. It was either your annoying aunt, who’d preach about you not being married when her daughter, who was your age, was divorced twice and heading towards her third marriage; or it was someone else from your relatives — maybe your father’s creepy elder brother, who used to touch you inappropriately when you were a kid. No, no way it was him — your mother hated his guts too. Too bad she didn’t hate her husband who never cut off his older brother for groping both his child and wife. Too bad.

As you were done with the dishes you left your mom to play with your cat, and went to the back door, to seclude yourself in the patio your parents never used until there were guests. All you wanted was some peace and quiet in this mad house.

You didn’t even have a minute to start another crochet project when your phone buzzed.

“Oh god, Yugyeom, another cat meme?” You mumbled as you opened the app. Fortunately, it wasn’t a meme.

“A little bird told me we’re coming to your family’s country house. Wasn’t my idea”.

You chuckled. “Right. They definitely want to play matchmakers”.

“Great”. He responded. A couple of seconds later another message popped up. “It’s exactly how I wanted to spend my weekend”.

You smiled. “Yeah, me too”.

A couple of weeks passed after Youngjae’s birthday, and since then you and Yugyeom were speaking regularly. Followed each other on the social media again, exchanged your numbers. Although you did regret adding him on Instagram, as he kept on constantly sending you animal videos. Not that it was annoying, it was just… Unusual. You were not used to male attention after Chan.

Oh no, not again. Shut up.

You didn’t allow yourself to drown in the memories of him. It got better, day by day, but it was still an open wound. Even though it wasn’t bleeding anymore. At one point you decided that all the bleeding turned into the infinite pool of tears you cried throughout the whole relationship. Nevertheless, the mere mentioning of him still brought you pain; you thought about talking it out with your therapist but it felt like even she was tired of all this Chan talk.

When you were together, the tiniest thought of him with someone else made your heart ache, as you laid on the floor of your bedroom, tears clouding your vision. The paparazzi taking pictures of him with the singers he worked with, his backup dancers, his acquaintances — all of that, as you scrolled through those photos, almost forced you to break through your rib cage with your fingers with so much ferocity, that you could rip your heart out. Just not to feel any of that pain anymore.

Because he never went out with you publicly. It was only in a group with friends, or you had to wait till the paps took all of the candid photos of him before you could walk out, or you were supposed to pretend to be a stranger, walking past him. You were not interesting to the paparazzi as much as Chan’s idol and actress friends were. You were bland, grey, a simple background noise. Who would ever even consider you dating Chan?

Yeah, right. That would be you in your delusional state of mind.

Time passed quickly and in mere moments the Kims were at the door. Yugyeom was beaming at your parents, bowing to them as you did the same to his. It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen each other for years — you’d greet his parents whenever you met them in the village, and your parents certainly saw Yugyeom in his rare visits. The four of them were still friends — or they appeared to be like that for the sake of the families’ images — only you and Yugyeom were estranged. As you sat down the table, you realized it was the first time in years when both of your families gathered. And it was the first time in years you and Yugyeom were sitting opposite, and not beside each other.

Holding hands under the table, fingers intertwined as your palms were sweating with every gentle touch of his. You had never experienced so much love after Yugyeom. Whatever love Chan had for you was never expressed — it was hidden, as if he were ashamed of those feelings all along. But wasn’t it the truth? Wasn’t it what he said to you?

You shook your head again, earning a concerned look from Yugyeom. You didn’t think he’d understand this crap, shit, no one would. Eunjoo was the first one to tell you the relationship you shared was unhealthy, but, despite you agreeing with her, you never had the strength to leave him. Except for that one time several months ago, that launched all of the vicious bullshit circle that had happened recently.

As all of the dinner went on as a blur, when you answered Yugyeom’s parents’ questions about your job and life almost mechanically, unlike Mr. Kim Yugyeom, who seemed actually delighted to share his news with your parents.

“I can never escape him, right?” The thought leaped through your head. “But do I really want to?”

Your parents conversation swiftly moved to the living room, for them to go on and watch yet another favourite film of theirs; you and Yugyeom were left to do the dishes alone. In silence. Not a word uttered while he was washing the dishes and you were wiping them up.

“D’you wanna go on a bike ride?” He suddenly uttered.

“Yeah”.

Having jumped on your old pink bike, you made your way to the Kim’s house, when Yugyeom rushed to get his one too. Several minutes later you rode through the empty country road; inhaling the smell of freshly-cut yellowish grass and cool autumn wind, you did your best to outrace the man in front of you. And every time you looked at him, slightly turning his head to you to say you were slow, you were reminded of a dark-haired boy whom you’d know since you were ten. He had that smile that felt like a warm summer evening filled with the honey smell of a linden tree. He was funny, his innocent curiosity and love for the world were the first things that made you fall for him long before you knew what love was.

Do you know it now? After all these years, do you know what love is? Is it that gut-wrenching feeling that arose inside whenever you thought of Chan? Is it crying almost every day because you knew he could never love you? Is it going through his ex’s accounts to find something within yourself to alter — only for him to never notice your efforts? Is this love?

Or is it riding your bikes through the night to your place? Is it this lingering feeling whenever he looked your way? Is it feeling comfort whenever he wrapped his arms around you?

Is Chan the love you’ve been craving? Or did you give up on Yugyeom too quick and lost your chance for love forever?

You pulled yourself from the thoughts as the two of you reached the destination — your place, that meadow where you always used to spend time during your relationship. Now the place was forgotten by the two of you, abandoned by the love that used to be in a full bloom.

Yugyeom plopped on the blanket and you carefully sat beside him, pulling your knees to your chest, hugging them and laying your chin down on your knees.

“There are no stars tonight”, he mumbled. A corner of your mouth lifted, but you didn’t respond. To be frank, you had no idea what to say.

Yugyeom sighed. “D’you think I’m boring?”

“What?” You brows knitted.

“Am I boring? Do I give off boring vibes?” He put his hands behind his head and stretched a little.

“Why are you askin’ me?”

“‘Cause you’re the only girl I talk to”, he began, “not romantically, I mean”.

Ouch. Ouch? Bitch, ouch? You’re slightly hurt you’re not romantically linked with your childhood sweetheart?

“So you need advice?”

“Sort of”. He nodded. “I went out with this girl from work a couple of times but she says I’m too boring”.

“Stop talking to her”.

“I like her too much to do it”.

You gave a tight-lipped smile in response, feeling your blood boil for some reason. Why a possibility of Yugyeom having a relationship makes you… dissatisfied? Why does it even bother you?

He, on the other hand, seemed to notice your slight change of demeanor. “You’re okay?”

Having nodded, you kept on staring at the sky. What were you supposed to say? It wasn’t a Minho situation where he’d ask you about Eunjoo and what she liked; it was different. It was Yugyeom, the golden boy who seemed to come down from Heaven, the sweet boy who’d wipe your tears every time your parents made you feel miserable, the perfect boy who slipped through your fingers. Were you really holding onto him after all those years? Was Chan actually right?

“I dunno what to say”, you uttered. “Maybe you should take her to the movies or something”.

“She’s a not a fan of mainstream cinema”, he responded right away.

“Coffee then”.

“She hates it”.

“A walk in the park?”

“She’s allergic to grass”.

You huffed and rolled your eyes. “Is she even real?”

Yugyeom chuckled. “She certainly is”.

“Then I don’t know what to tell you”. You changed your position so that your back would be flat against the blanket. Watching the sky, you continued. “I’m not the person to give you dating advice”.

“Why are you so angry suddenly?”

You sighed. “I’m not”.

Yugyeom hummed. “I just thought”, he resumed, “that we’re sharing our love-life problems with each other. Guess we’re not”.

Of course.

In the past couple of weeks only the dead didn’t hear you moaning about Chan and his sudden departure to Australia. Yugyeom fell a victim to your oversharing as well, and he actually tried to give you some solid advice — like to reconcile with Chris, for example. Reconciliation? Nope.

Yugyeom also suggested you be the first one to apologize, as, in his eyes, that would help both of you to throw the weight off your shoulders. A reasonable idea, right? It never stood a chance, though.

Because, despite you accusing Chan of selfishness and having too much pride to even consider saying a tiny ‘sorry’, you possessed absolutely the same qualities. Same brazen arrogance, same pride boiling your brain every time you wanted to run back to him and make the first move. You would never do that, never in a million years. No matter how much you loved him, Chan was supposed to be the first one to apologize.

“Are you trying to guilt-trip me or something?” You sat on the blanket. “I won’t tell you anything ever again then”.

You got up abruptly and clumsily stumbled on your feet, almost falling down. When Yugyeom tried to help you, you brushed his hands off. “Don’t help me if I bother you that much”.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with you?” You barked. “First you barge into my life which already was a fuckin’ mess, and now you tell me about your love-life? For what? For what exact reason, Yugyeom?”

“You need to know”. He answered calmly.

“Why? What for?”

“‘Cause you need to”. He assured. “You live in delusions, you build your life around them. You live off the idea of a prince who’d come and save you. You need to stop that and live in the reality for once”.

“I don’t-“ You shook your head.

“You do”, Yugyeom insisted. He took a deep breath. “You had the same idea when we were kids, and I was happy to be the one to come and save you. Because I loved you more than anything in this world”. You could feel your eyes getting heavy. “I still do, believe it or not. But I’m not willing to be your savior again. I don’t want to be Chan’s rebound either. I’m trying to move on from… Whatever you and I have. I want the same for you.”

You licked your lips and turned your head away. “That’s why you told me about your little girlfriend?” You muttered in a shaky voice.

You couldn’t see it but Yugyeom clenched his jaw, as he always used to when being extremely annoyed.

“I told you ‘cause you need to see it. You need to realize you have to move on too. ‘Cause Chan won’t magically come back and beg for your forgiveness and you’ll live happily ever after. That’s not how it works”. He drew in a breath again. “And I won’t either. I do love you, still, and I always will, and the fact that”, he gulped, “the fact that you’re still wearing this necklace gives me hope, it does, but… I can’t be both your boyfriend and therapist, like I used to. You have to work on yourself on your own. Neither I, nor Chan will fix it for you. You need to realize you have to take the first step. Not him or me. You”.

Maybe what you needed was brutal honesty. Perhaps Yugyeom chose the right tactic — to befriend you and then put your face in the mud. Because you needed that. Because, no matter how much therapy sessions you had, the main issue still wasn’t fixed. You were keen on waiting for someone to come and help you, when you should’ve been the one to help yourself. Yes, you have always been a people pleaser, but can’t people pleasers be selfish too? Can’t they have their little pride bloom inside their chests?

“Guess you’re right”.

“I always am”.

You let out a deep sigh and sat back on the blanket, your head resting on Yugyeom’s shoulder. “I’m sorry”.

“Don’t be”, he answered softly, “I get it”.

“I just…” A sudden choking feeling seemed to squeeze your throat. “I don’t know what to do”. Your last words came out as a whisper.

“You do”, he said, “I just gave you a manual”. You let out a breathy laugh.

“I’m being serious, Yugyeom”.

“Me too”. He turned his head to face yours, as you rested your head on your knees now. In the dark of the night his angelic features seemed to have a slight addition of devilishness to them. And then it hit you like a sudden snowball thrown at someone does. You don’t know him. You know the boy you grew up with, the guy you used to love. You have no idea who the man that’s sitting right in front of you is. He seems nice, has a way with words, and he does resemble somebody you would call the ‘love of your life’. He isn’t the same boy anymore. As well as you are not the same girl. As well as Chan is not the guy your brain thought him to be.

He’s imperfect, stupid. He has no clue of what love is, he’s never had a sweet affection shown to him because he never stayed to get it. It’s not the responsibility that he runs away from, it’s affection. It’s pure adoration that makes him fall out of love with every person that ever experienced those feelings towards him. You can’t change him. And you don’t need to.

The only thing you need to do is make the first step. Push your pride far up your ass, collect yourself, forget the cruel words he ever said to you. Perhaps, then you won’t have to hate him to fall out of love. Perhaps, the two of you will have a chance to start over. But it’s you who needs to make the first move, you, who has to save whatever’s left between the two of you. You, because Chan’s too scared to do it.

“Can you get me out of here?”

Yugyeom smiled. “Of course”.

Chan’s plane was about to take off in six hours. “Maybe I’ll convince him to stay”, you thought, while pressing your bike’s pedals as fast as you could. Yugyeom has always had a way with your parents so he’ll convince them he has to take you back to the city. Your cat will stay with them when you’re gone, and, while kissing her between her big ears, you promised to come back tomorrow afternoon.

“Where’s your car?” Yugyeom asked when the two of you settled in your seats.

“Parking lot”, you mumbled, “mom and dad insisted on picking me and Gaeul”.

Yugyeom chuckled. “They really like your cat”.

You responded with a smile. “Is there a story behind her name?”

“Do you wanna talk to me that bad?”

“I have to drive to the airport for four hours to help the girl that I love get back with her ex, do you really-“

“Jeez, chill!” You raised your hands. “What about that work crush of yours?”

“That’s the whole point”, he crooned, “I help you, you help me”.

“I thought you were doing this out of the kindness of your heart”.

“Oh no, quoting Mr. Martins now? Do you know how far up my ass he got when he came back to Columbia University?” Yugyeom whined. “Literature wasn’t even my major, I only took it because of you”.

“Stop, I get it”, you flipped your hair, “I’m irresistible”.

Yugyeom laughed and you followed his lead. That’s what felt like home, like a safe space. Someplace where you didn’t need to prove the worthiness of yourself. Someplace where you were loved just ‘cause you existed. The purest form of love it was, the feeling you had never felt after him.

“See”, he continued, “we can be friends”.

“We’re not friends”.

Yugyeom raised an eyebrow as a response to your sentence. “I don’t know you yet, and you don’t know me. We need to get to know each other”.

He smiled again and nodded, a sudden rosy colour creeping up his ears. “Guess you’re right”.

“I always am”.

“So then”, Yugyeom didn’t seem to stop talking at all, “tell me the story behind your cat’s name”.

“They’re not much to tell”, you affirmed him, “it’s as easy as it seems. I found her on the street on a cool, rainy evening. It happened in autumn, so that’s the whole idea to her name. Oh, and she was the dirtiest kitten I’ve ever seen”.

Yugyeom hummed. “I thought, as a writer, you had better imagination”.

“Oh my god”, you cursed, “shut up!”

The road to the airport went on without a moment of silence, as you and Yugyeom kept on talking about everything. He told you about his job in New York, his past relationships, new friends and a golden retriever he adopted with his ex-girlfriend.

“So she took the custody of the dog?” You couldn’t believe your ears.

“She was quite adamant about the dog staying with her”, Yugyeom took a turn, as the two of you were twenty minutes away from the airport. “I couldn’t do anything about it”.

“Sometimes I feel like everyone around me is too smart”, you mumbled. A line appeared between his brows as you continued. “Why say ‘adamant’ when you can just say… Something like, ‘She was a bitch’ or whatever?”

Yugyeom chortled at your words. “Don’t act like an idiot. The fact that you gave up writing doesn’t give you the right to play dumb”.

You hesitated to respond. On the one hand, you didn’t play dumb, you just didn’t enjoy overcomplicating your speech. On the other hand, though… Yugyeom could be right. You used not to care about using simple words in your every day conversation when your dream still sounded like a possible reality. To be fair, you hadn’t noticed such small details about yourself before Yugyeom pointed them out.

“Stop lecturing me”. You murmured.

“Don’t think I can”, he continued. “You can lecture me too, y’know”.

“Oh, just give me a reason”.

The last ten minutes were blessed by the long-awaited silence, while you scratched your neck and kept on biting your nails. The relatively fresh manicure was ripped off from some of your nails, making them look like a shit show. You could’ve sworn Yugyeom heard the hopeless thumping of your heart.

“You didn’t have to drive here”, you said quietly when he stopped at the airport’s parking lot. “You didn’t have to do this for me”.

“I think I had to”, he answered and turned his head to face you. “I want you to be happy, that’s all”.

You sighed. Your leg was shaking violently as you watched the entrance and checked the time. “Maybe I should wait inside”. Yugyeom nodded. Before you opened the car door, something prompted you to look at him again. “Thanks for driving me here. I got it now”.

Yugyeom shook his head. “I’m not leaving until this…whole thing is resolved. Don’t even start with me”, he stopped you before you could chime in with your piece of mind, “I’ll wait for you here. Don’t wanna go home anyways”.

“Thank you, Yugyeom”.

Five minutes later you were in the waiting lounge. You took the phone from your pocket — it was almost 2 A.M. — and texted Minho, while your fingers were shaking. “He won’t like me being here”, you thought as the message was sent, “I promised him and Eunjoo I wouldn’t do anything like that”.

Minho didn’t tell you about Chan much: you assured you didn’t need to know his whereabouts. However, you did know that Lee Know would come and say goodbye to his best friend before his departure. “No, he’ll kill me. I swore I wouldn’t, shit, why am I even here? What’s the point? What if Chan doesn’t want to see me? Shit, shit, shit”. You were pacing around the waiting room with the few people were waiting for their respective flights there. Everyone was quiet but you.

A flight to Melbourne was about to take off at 4 o’clock in the morning.

Lee Know wasn’t responding. You pressed the phone to you chest as you leg was shaking uncontrollably again. “He’ll be here, right? Or did he change his mind? What if decided to stay? God, I hope he did”.

As the check-in for the flight was announced, the previously quiet hall got filled with camera clicks and loud voices. Paparazzi. A group of girls almost swooped you off of your feet as they sprinted towards the source of noise. You noticed the posters and pictures, and your heartbeat became so loud you could hear it inside your head. Chan was here.

You could see his bodyguards, Han, who was telling the paparazzi off for invading Chan’s privacy, and… You caught the glimpse of him. His curly hair was fuzzy due to the probable lack of care for it, but his dimples were at a full display. And before you could break through the photographers and a few of his fangirls, you saw somebody else. Someone with a long blonde hair, mesmerizing hazel eyes — as he sang in some of his songs — a tight grey tracksuit and a hand, intertwined with his. Kang Micha. Chan’s ex-girlfriend.

They both exchanged a couple of words with each other before Chan confirmed their relationship to one of the paparazzi. Your poor heart found it too horrifying to handle as it fell to your feet and scattered to even smaller pieces. Now it was impossible to fix. Your worst fear, the one that had been following you since the moment you and Chan started your mistakenship, came true. This play you watched from afar was a legitimate proof that Micha was the only woman on his mind. You were right. You were right. She was the only woman he had ever loved, she was the only woman he thought about while making love to you. It was always her. Her, her and only her.

You fought back the tears with as much effort as you could. Now you didn’t want him to notice you; and as Chan moved to the check-in desk, you ran to the exit, just to cry it out, just to leave before he saw you. You didn’t need to feel even more humiliated than at the moment.

As you got outside, somebody suddenly grabbed your hand. And before you could even shake the stranger’s grip off, you heard, “What the hell are you doing here?”

One look at Minho’s displeased face gave it off — he wasn’t quite happy about it either. “I-I-“, you stuttered. “I don’t really know now. I thought I could… We could… But it doesn’t matter now, right?” You gave him a half-smile, and it took everything from you not to let it turn into a full-blown howling.

Minho shook his head and pulled you in for a quick hug. “I told you not to come”, he whispered when he let you out of his grip. “Wait for me here and I’ll drive you home-“

“No need to”, you stated, “I already have a driver. See you later, Minho”. Before he could utter another word, you moved to Yugyeom’s car; he was already outside, waiting at the passenger’s door. Good he didn’t leave.

A cool autumn morning turned into a freezing one in a spin of a moment. The hope you carefully kept in your heart disappeared, having packed her bags in mere seconds. There was no more hope left in you, no love, nothing. The only thing you wanted was to curl up beside your cat and drown yourself in the flood of tears. And Yugyeom seemed to understand your desire, as he started the car and drove from the parking lot without asking any questions.

Minho watched as the car left his sight, and having taken a deep breath, came back inside the building. Chan had just finished his flight registration and was ready to go to the departures.

“Where you’ve been?” He asked when Lee Know approached him. “We’re ready to go”.

Minho nodded and gave his best friend a tight hug; the first time they would be apart for the longest time finally approached them. Minho truly loved Chan, no matter how dumb he was sometimes. However, the love drama he got himself dragged into left him uneasy — so he couldn’t not fuck with Chan’s conscience (or whatever was left of it) one last time before he left.

“She was here”, he said quietly while Micha was busy talking on the phone. Chan’s eyes widened, and his whole face seemed to lit up at the mere mention of her name.

“Where’s she?” His eyes were scanning the airport in desperate attempts to land on her face.

“Was here”. Minho responded firmly. “She saw you and Micha and left”. Chan let out a deep breath. “Don’t regret… Don’t come to regret whatever this is, Chan. I’m not an expert in love, but”, Lee Know tapped his best friend���s shoulder, “but I think that it’ll come back to both of you if it’s meant to be”.

Chris sniffed and rubbed his slightly red eyes. “Don’t lecture me, I get it”.

“Don’t think you do”. Minho detected. “It’s good if you let each other go, even for a while. ‘Cause I’m honestly tired of all this drama, man”.

Chan plastered a smile of his face. “Say ‘hi’ to Eunjoo from me”.

“I’ll say it to both of them”.

Taglist:

@heylookwhoitis @amaranth-writing @itstorimf @tenshimara @whyyougottadothatbro

The story’s masterlist <3

[doomalade]

Hi, it’s me. I know I haven’t posted to Tumblr in a while but I think that today I will. This isn’t gonna be a positive post. It’s going to be very negative. Angry even. Perhaps even a bit upsetting. So please, I’m putting this part at the top as a warning. If you don’t want to read this, please don’t. This post will also have several topics that are triggering such as: Sui-, self harm, and depression. So if those topics are disturbing or triggering to you, please do not read.

This post will also contain spoilers for V9C8 of RWBY. If you do not want to be spoiled, do not read.

Thank you.

.

.

.

.

.

Today’s episode hit me hard. The themes of Ruby’s depression, Neo’s cruelty and mockery of her, the reveal of the Cat’s evil nature, and Ruby’s decision to let herself be Ascended. It hit too hard. As someone who strongly deals with mental health issues, I watched the episode once and swore to never watch it again. Not even next week, not even the week after that, not even if I was binging through all of RWBY. I am never watching this episode again. This isn’t because it’s a bad episode. In fact I would argue it was the best RWBY episode ever. It’s the harshness, cruelty, and heavy subject matter that left me unable to even watch clips of the episode.

Of course this episode did start with a minor warning, one I brushed off as previous episodes had similar ones so I thought nothing of it as the previous episodes weren’t that bad to me at least. Here’s the thing, Crunchyroll is the one to blame for the warning being numbed down or even removed as I’ve heard stories of. This wasn’t RT’s fault. Thought I should mention this but back to the main part of this post.

I was sitting in the back seat of a car with my family when I watched it, and I had to put on sunglasses to hide the fact I was crying. This episode moved me to tears, something only once previously done by my first time watching the Pyrrha statue in Argus scene from V6. Here’s the thing though, that was a tearing up. This episode would have had me crawling up into a ball and sobbing while having a full blown panic attack if I wasn’t in the presence of my family.

Watching Yang be unable to stop Ruby from drinking the tea that ascended her, Ruby being unable to stop Little from being stomped on by Neo, Neo making Ruby think her friends and the ones she lost hated her, and the context of the previous episodes struck a nerve in me.

It triggered memories of waving to a friend while walking to class, and a week later getting a phone call from someone else that the friend had died. I won’t give further details, especially not on how they died, but it is certain they took their own life.

A year prior to that, another friend passed away to an accidental overdose.

I was barely 18 and barely 19 and I had to witness the passing of two of my classmates. People I talked to in class or smiled at in the hall or hung out with at football games. Gone.

Barely into my first semester at college, and I had attended the funerals of two of my friends.

All of those memories, the feeling of hopelessness and powerlessness to stop any of it, to be forced to pick myself up and keep moving forward while I wasn’t fully done grieving, all of the times I struggled with depression and thoughts of not wanting to be alive again, all of it hit me watching Ruby sip down that tea.

My emotions in that moment were nothing short of grief, all of it at once. I was angry and sad and feeling so lost and unable to describe what I was feeling other than having my mind screaming in pain.

Now this is the part of this post that the anger and negativity starts.

I went onto a certain Discord server I’m in, I’m not gonna name it just know it’s RWBY related, and I decided to voice my opinions on the episode and even vent a little to see if anyone else was going through the same thing and hopefully to start up people caring for each other and try to lift each others’ moods after this devastating and disturbing episode.

Here’s what I got instead.

One person told me to get over myself and that I was dumb for not seeing this coming. That I shouldn’t be complaining and that I shouldn’t be watching RWBY. I tried to call them out on their toxicity and they responded by playing victim and claiming I sent them a death threat.

Another person continued to repost the same unfunny meme of when Little was stomped on by Neo. I once more tried to call them out and ask for them to stop. They replied by throwing a fit and asking why I was being so soft for a cartoon.

And lastly two people kept posting unfunny memes of Ruby drinking the tea. Same pattern followed. I called them out and asked them to stop. They doubled down and played victim, calling me morally bankrupt and a cry baby.

All of these people I have now blocked and reported to the mods for their behavior.

What frustrates me is how each and every time I was described as over reacting, weak, and mocking me and my concerns. I even explained why these scenes were hitting me so hard and they still refused to listen.

I hate this fandom so much. Time and time again without fail, just like RT, it always gets worse. Sexism, racism, homophobia, and now a mockery of mental health.

I want to watch RWBY, I want to engage with the fandom, I want to enjoy my time here.

The fact that is becoming increasingly difficult for me now a days is sad, disheartening, and frustrating.

So please, if you read all the way through this. Make sure you let those you care about know that they’re loved and you’re there if they need anything. Care for one another and show empathy.

Thank you.

[baekxytocin]

100 Days My Prince - Part 77

Part 77 – 24 Thousand Pieces

Angst

Character:

Baekhyun

Reader

‘Has a lot to compromise.’

614 words

He sighs.

He looks at you.

“Sweetie….”

You keep quiet.

“So, you really don’t want to talk to me?”

“Be quiet, please. I’m driving now” you are focusing on driving rather than arguing with him.

He surrenders and silences himself.

Thankfully, you two arrive home, safe. Both of you enter the house. You choose to ignore him first. You are still disappointed, but you choose to prepare for the shower and take a bath with your husband, hoping his emotion will improve and start opening up to you.

“I guess this is what many married couples and experts say ‘has a lot to compromise.’ I feel that now” you mumble to yourself. You take a deep breath and search for your husband.

Your heart is aching when you see him just staring at the floor. “Hubby…. let’s shower. You look terrible” you softly call him. He is surprised that you are still wanting to talk to him.

He follows you to the shower. Both of you undress each other. Suddenly, he gets closer to you and kisses you. He breaks the kiss and sighs…. and you could see his tears welling up in his eyes.

“Just cry” as soon as you hug him, he cries so hard…. So hard that he eventually falls down to his knees. You bring him to sit in the tub.

You keep quiet as he vents to himself through actions; he screams, he punches the wall, he screams again, he knocks himself, and his cry is getting louder. You hold his hands softly to prevent him from punching the wall and knocking himself again. You just keep quiet…. and let him throw out all the negative feelings inside of him. You patiently wait and stay in the tub with him until he calms down, though you are crying to see his current state as well.

After some time…. he slowly calms down. He didn’t cry hard as earlier, but you choose not to say anything until he says something. As you thought that is it over, all of a sudden, he starts again.

Back to square one.

He screams louder this time; he cries while hitting his chest as if his heart is broken into more than 24 thousand pieces. At this moment, you are silently praying so that God could give him the strength to go through his pain.

He cries, screams, cries, and screams again until his eyes swell. “I’m…. so…. sorry” but you didn’t answer him, instead, you bring him to your warm embrace.

Thankfully, after all the venting, he finally calms down and stops crying. He coughs from the crying, but you only rub his back to reduce the cough. This time, you take the chance to wash him. You take the soap, and soap all over him and yourself. He just keeps quiet this time. You rinse with clean water.

When both of you complete the shower, he finally speaks after a sigh. “I’m sleepy.”

You still keep your silence but express the answer in actions. You take his hand and bring him to the bedroom. After closing and locking the door, both of you dry yourself and lay on the bed right away.

“Don’t leave me….” his tone gets back to being sad. He hugs you tightly. You could see him looking at you, begging you don’t go.

“Hubby…. let’s sleep. I’m not going anywhere. I’m sleepy too. Let’s sleep, hmm?”

Your lovely voice of response warms his heart a bit. You are staring at each other until he closes his eyes first. When you see him drifting to his slumber, you place your head on his chest and sleep together with him.

To be continued….

Uploaded on: 28th January 2023

Previous Part

Next Part

Back to Main

Back to Baekxytocin's Reading List

[bluegoblinzz]

Venting to Father Moon

I felt tired after the ritual was over. It was exhausting, constantly having to remember where to put each exact demonic symbol on the circle, based on what stars were in the sky, having to chant for hours and hours, putting every ounce of energy into the spell… We ended up failing yet again. But nonetheless, I needed to cheer myself up. Even if we had failed, we worked hard and I had to recognize that. 

My first stop that evening was a coffee shop. The shop was mostly empty at this hour, but a hydra-woman in front of me argued with herself about what to buy. One head wanted a chocolate chip muffin, one head wanted an ambrosia latte, and one head wanted a slice of moon-flower cake. The ogre behind the counter’s eyes were half closed, his unibrow scrunched downward, and his tusks reaching above his upper lip in a pout. He looked so tired I thought he needed a hug, but I couldn’t tell if I actually thought that, or if I just wanted a hug. As the hydra heads argued some more I looked outside at the setting sun, eager for the moon to show itself. 

Soon, it was my turn to go up to the counter. 

“One hot chocolate please!” I chirped. The ogre raised his unibrow, and looked to my ears and at my tail. 

“Oh, I can have chocolate,” I explained, “it’s just a myth that werewolves can’t eat it. Adlets though, they can’t eat any.” The ogre sighed. 

“Name?” 

“Nico, sir.” 

I spaced out while he made my drink, and I looked out the window at each person who passed. Tiny blue pixies zipped by in a hurry. A dragon man in a suit and tie was yelling into his phone, and shouting something about stocks. A tall burly minotaur stomped by, holding a tablet close to his snout with one hand, scrolling with the other. There was the occasional werewolf who passed by, each one looking more wolfish than the rest as the sun kept setting, going from just having black noses and pointed ears, to fully having a wolf’s head. Conversations each of them had slowly went from words to barks and growls.

“Here ya go, man,” the ogre said. His words made me flinch and shook me back to reality, to remembering I was a person, and not just a people-watcher. 

“Thank you, sir!” I said. I tipped him two obsidian, and ended up tipping him an extra two when I tasted how magically delicious he made the hot chocolate. It was thick and it wasn’t too sweet or too bitter.

When I stepped out into the moonlight, I pulled my hoodie over my head, and kept my head down. I felt the moon reaching out for me, but I had to tell the moon:  “not yet.” I followed the sidewalk away from the center of town. My ears perked up to the river next to me, with its rushing water, and splashing of paddles and rafts nearby. The ever-raging whirlpools in the middle of each stream, which caused the two lanes to flow in opposite directions, roared like white noise. I tried to get out of town unseen, but I was unsuccessful, as a werewolf in a maroon hoodie pulled his boat over, and looked up at me.

“Yo! Are you the dark prince!?” He spoke in a series of rapid barks, but I could understand him. My heart sank. I was not in the headspace to speak at the moment, feeling as if there was a weight in my stomach, but I didn’t want to be a jerk, so I didn’t ignore him. 

“Yep! That’s me!” I chirped.

He pulled out a plastic bone and a pen and handed it to me. 

“You’re awesome, dude! Can you sign my bone?!” 

I signed his bone but then I stupidly thought the interaction was over. I took a step to walk away, but then he asked to take a picture. I took a selfie with the werewolf; he took it with the bone in his mouth, pointing one of his claws at me, and I just managed a sheepish smile. I never understood why I got attention, my father was the one to look at. 

The river eventually veered away and I was left alone walking in the field. I sat down in the grass, took my hood off,  and looked up at the moon. In the moonlight I felt more comfortable and more at ease. I let the weight of today fully hit me, fully acknowledging how tired I was, how lost I felt. I was afraid, afraid of what could come next, wondering how many more rituals would go wrong, and how much worse they could get. I was worried my friends would either stop being my friends or they would stop being… Anything could happen… 

“Hi dad,” I said, looking up at the moon above, “today was very tiresome. I’m really happy to see you.” I allowed the changes to overcome me, my feet scrunching into paws, and my nose turning black, as it and my mouth pulled forward into a muzzle. I leaned my head back, shut my eyes tightly, and sang… 

“Aawrooooo!” 

I called out into the night and paused,  hearing my voice echo into silence, I took in a deep breath and sang once more, feeling my father’s embrace as his silver rays brushed across my dark fur. I called out for him, pouring my longing and my fear into my song, and the more I sang, the closer I felt drawn to him, the closer I felt his presence in the silver rays themselves, my song went from a cry of pain and fear, to a cry of joy that he was here. 

But when I opened my eyes again, I saw and felt how far away he was. I looked up at him, the moon, and tilted my head, curling my ears backward. He spoke without words, and I watched him, listened to him, and awaited his guidance, and when I no longer heard him, I would sing to him once again. 

[tricobicoart]

tf2 mae also started off as a crossover where she got kidnapped/captured near the base by the mercs so here's some text & text exchanges abt it

ath: mae gets dropped into a universe & interrogated by likeable & eccentric people but who are Not her boyfriend & boyfriend's boyfriend: I will betray all of you when the opportunity arises.

THEY GIVE HER TRUTH SERUM AND SHE JUST STARTS VENTING ABT MUNDANE SHIT, OR SINING THE PRAISES OF DAN & APOLLO & ATLAS & AMBROSE BC THEY;RE SO COOL & SHE LOVES THEM SO MUCH, YOU GUYS

atlas: OH MY GOD???? I LOVE THAT ZHE GETS INJECTED AND JUST MAE JUST RAMBLING ABOUT ALL THE WAY SHE LOVES HER PARTNERS "YOU WANT THE TRUTH?? OKAY FINE MY BOYFRIEND AND MY BOYFRIENDS BOYFRIEND ARE BOTH COOL AS SHIT, ALSO I SECRETLY LOVE (insert random guilty pleasure here) HAHA"

ath: JG;LKSFJGKH LMAOOO YEAH SHE JUST SINGS LIKE. AN ENTIRE ALBUM'S WORTH OF WILL WOOD SONGS

atlas: YESSSSS "my boyfriend said my eyes are WEEZER BLUE!!! He also said I might have autism??"/ref

ath: KLFJDSJGHKLSJFH YEAH!!!

atlas: SHE JUST PURPOSEFULLY IS EXTRA OBNOXIOUS TO GET ON THEIR NERVES 😭

ath: JG;LSCHG LMAOOO YEA MAKES STUPID ASS MEME REFERENCES *one of soldier's raccoons bites her* WAS THAT THE BITE OF 87!?!? KEKEKEKEKEKEK

ath: if mae ever gets captured by the tf2 mercs again or the elites she just starts explaining fnaf lore to them & it feels like this, despite her being the one restrained in a chair lol https://www.reddit.com/r/GameTheorists/comments/gvptak/when_you_try_to_explain_the_fnaf_lore_but_it/

atlas: LMAO "please, for the love of God, I do not know what the bite of 87 is!!!" - soldier "Sounds like someone is uncultured." -mae

ath: FLDHGJKDF LMAOOOO sniper: *bites a dude* mae: WAS THAT THE BITE OF 87!? entire tf2 team: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE SHUT THE FUCK UUUUPP

atlas: LMAOOO Apollo, appearing next to zer: I'm sorry, do you wanna repeat that? Did you just tell zer to shut up??? Mercs: HAHA NOOO OF COURSE NOT * TOTALLY NOT ALL SCARED OF APOLLO*

ath: JFSLK;SGH;LDFJ LMAOOO AND THEY JUST LET THE TWO WALK OUT SAFELY mae, talking to apollo on the way out: anyways, that's why i think michael is the older brother. because it's funny. apollo: of course, honey

atlas: AGKHSHLKDFJKDDGJJFF every time Apollo reminds them all that he exists, they start internally shitting themselves

ath: HAJSJGSJS YEAH The only one the least scared of him is sniper, & that's bc the dude knows not to fuck w ppl more powerful than him Once Apollo meets him while he's in the middle of nowhere being high & they become like. Friendly acquaintances

atlas: Do you think they'd have to play rock paper scissors on who has to face him/LH YEAH ACJK THEY JUST RUN INTO EACH OTHER WHILE THEY'RE BOTH SMOKING AND APOLLO SILENTLY OFFERS HIM A JOINT

ath: JAHDGDJ ABSOLUTELY THEY DO. THEY GET IN FIGHTS OVER IT JAJDGDJJD AND HE VEEERRY CAUTIOUSLY TAKES IT BC IF HE SPYCHECKS THE MAN HE MIGHT KILL OR MAIM HIM

atlas: "I had to take him out last time!!! He blew up my head!!" "Well, don't look at ME!!! He broke my bones last time!!!!" Heavy finally offers to do it 😭

ADJKHDFJJFD AND APOLLO JUST LIGHTS A JOINT OF HIS OWN AND THEY KINDA JUST STAND THERE SMOKING IN SILENCE

ath: FJDSLKJGHSLFGJ LMAOOOO JUST "You make baby men very nervous. Can you leave? They're annoying."

SPY CATCHES A GLIMPSE OF THEM SMOKING & TELLS EVERYONE BUT THEY SAY HE MUST HAVE BEEN MISTAKEN BC SNIPER DOES HIS BEST TO AVOID HIM

atlas: "Do I make you nervous?" "….No." "Liar." AND HE JUST SHOWS UP WHERE THE MERCS WERE ARGUING AND THEY ALL SCATTER

YESSSSSSSSSS AND IT JUST BECOMES A THING THAT THEY DO

ath: FKSHDGLJFH LIEK CATS CONFRONTED WITH A CAT MASK and bc apollo is gone heavy can show relief that they've left him jhdksg

YESSS AND THEY START AHVING CASUAL CONVERSATIONS ABT WEED STRAINS & EDIBLES & THEN WHATEVER KILLS THEY GOT OR DIDN'T GET THAT DAY

atlas: THATS SO CURSED I LOVE THAT "WAIT, WAIT WAIT WAIT, I WANNA STRIKE A DEAL WITH YOU IDIOTS." and Medic perks up "Stop kidnapping my partner and I'll help you in fights or something."

HEHEHEHE YESSSS AND APOLLO BRINGS HIM SHIT HES NEVER TRIED BEFORE

ath: FH;SDFHJD MEDIC, THE DEAL-MAKING EXPERT after hammering out like a dozen details medic agrees pffffft what if mae accidentally made friends with pyro while captured & zhe just like. tries to sneak out one night to "accidentally" get kidnapped & see 'em bc she misses 'em

BROOOO "THIS EDIBLE AIN'T SHI--" BUT WITH SNIPER KDHFKJL apollo just "oh yea i forgot humans have different weed tolerances. uh. whoops"

atlas: AFKKDDHKJS SCOUT IS IN THE BG THE ENTIRE TIME SAYING HOW BAD OF AN IDEA THIS IS BUT ITS TOO LATE ZHKVDGMK MAE NO!!! Apollo and Mae just running into each other sneaking out "Where are you going…?" "Out. Where are YOU going?" "….Same here." "Cool, cool." And Apollo just slowlyyyyy walks off while staring at Mae

AGKKDFKJD LITERALLY!!!!! Apollo has to carry Sniper back to the base 😭

ath: SLKG;J;DLJFGHLKDJ LMAOOOO AND THEY BOTH GLANCE AT EACH OTHER BY THE BASE LIKE

[lon3lystarr]

“the baby project”

robin x f!reader pt.1

*enemies to lovers, strong language, and if there’s any mistakes or typos please ignore🧍*

“you’re kidding right?” asked an irritated y/n “there’s no fucking way i’m gonna work with this priss” robin said, hands folded against her chest “oh that’s ironic coming from you, you only care for band and that’s it! you never talk to anyone like you’re above everyone else” y/n said, voice slightly raised “and you’re a two-faced snake” robin spat back “LADIES STOP! whether you like it or not you’re working together for this project! it’s 50% of your grade, get it together” said mr.clarke, frustration laced in his tone “whatever..” y/n said under her breath while holding the fake plastic baby in her hands. y/n l/n and robin buckley were always enemies since the beginning of high school, during freshmen year y/n and robin was assigned seats next to one- another and that was a disaster, during sophomore year y/n and robin caused a scene at lunch because robin took the last red velvet muffin that y/n obviously was planning on eating, this lead to a food fight and 3 weeks detention for both girls, during junior year y/n and robin lockers were placed next from one another which caused arguments between the both of them every. single. day. of. each. week. and now during senior year they had to work together on a project that cost 50% of their grade, required the both of them to spend time with one another and needed to rely on each other.  “well this is fucking great..” y/n said while rolling her eyes “this is a waste of time” robin said standing up from her seat grabbing her beat up crocheted bag that she made in the 8th grade, slamming the chair into her desk and walking out of the classroom and into the halls, joining into the different groups of passing students.

during lunch y/n grabbed her tray and sat at an empty table, headphones placed on her ears. as y/n skimmed through a flashy,tacky magazine she felt eyes burning into her skull, y/n turned her head to the right and immediately saw robin sending her glares “you gotta be kidding me” y/n said to herself with rolling eyes then returning her eyes to the magazine pages “so when are you free, i’m trying to get this shit over with..” said a muffled voice, y/n looked up and seen the freckled girl “wanna repeat that hun?” said a smug y/n “you heard what i said, cut the crap” replied robin with a soft tint of red on her cheeks “yeah yeah, you can come over my house today after school, i would offer you a ride but i rather watch you ride your childish little bike” y/n said with a mocking grin “not everyone is able to get a car, i didn’t even come here to start shit” robin said, frustrated “well since i told you what you needed to know you can kindly go back to your table” y/n said looking back to her magazine, the sound of robin’s stomping steps ringing in y/n’s ear “so damn annoying” robin thought to herself while slouching into the cafeteria chair. after school robin got home and immediately rushed to the house phone and ringed steve to let out the built up frustration because of y/n “SHE’S GIVING ME HIGH PRESSURE! every single day it’s something with her and now i have to do a this stupid baby project with her, WHICH IS 50% OF MY GRADE!” robin vented with steve on the other end “okay so…wanna tell me the reason why you guys hate each other? is this the same girl you had a food fight with?” asked steve, his voice grainy due to the old house phone “sadly yes, but during middle school me and her actually were friends, like really close friends sleepovers and everything but for some reason she stopped talking to me and after that me and her started disliking eachother..” robin said in a soft voice “so you guys are just arguing and fighting with one another over something that can be easily resolved?” said steve sarcastically “well it isn’t so easy, i can’t talk to her without our conversation ending in a argument and now i have to go to her house at 4 just to argue and barley get any of the project done” said robin while rolling her eyes “okay so do you still want to be her friend?” asked steve “…of course i do, when we were friends she made me laugh and smile so hard to the point that my cheeks would hurt.. but i can’t tell her that” robin said lowly “you eventually have to tell her, look it’s 3:50 right now, just go over there and try doing your part of the project and ignore any snarky comments she makes and maybe you should ask her why she stopped talking to you. there has to be a reason” steve said, the sound of a movie playing in the background “okay you’re right, i need to get ready mentally and physically. talk to you later dingus” said robin then softly hanging the phone up and making her way to her room.

4:20pm showed on the clock that hung above y/n’s neatly made bed “why do i care so much? if she doesn’t come then oh well…right? i can do this project myself… maybe she forgot but she never forgets anything, or maybe something happened to her on her way here…i should’ve gave her a ride here, i should call her to make su-“ y/n’s overthinking got cut off by her door bell ringing, y/n went straight to open the door and let the lanky teen inside. once the door opened y/n’s eyes immediately landed on the freckled girl “sorry i’m late, let’s get this over with, yeah?” said robin while entering y/n’s bedroom “yeah..so mr.clarke said we had to clean it, feed it, change it, put it to sleep and calm it down if and when it starts crying” y/n explained to the tall girl “feed it? feed it what? it’s literally plastic…” robin said while holding the baby in her arms “well mr.clarke gave me this fake bottle that activates this “feeding feature” and he said we need take turns taking care of that thing” said y/n while sitting at the edge of her bed “wait does it cry during the night? i can’t lose sleep over this” robin said while roughly tossing the baby next to y/n on the bed, this caused the fake baby to let out grainy cries “if you didn’t storm out of the classroom you would know that this thing cries at anytime and it’d especially cry if you handle it roughly” y/n explained with the baby still crying in her cradled arms “me storming out has nothing to do with this” robin said while rolling her eyes “yes it does! because now we have to calm this toy down and god knows how long that’ll take” y/n replied with an irritated tone “whatever” robin said awkwardly standing across y/n’s room “are you just going to stand there and not help me!” asked y/n, voice loud and stern “okay jeez! no need to yell” robin said rushing over to the left side of y/n on her bed “this is going to be a long night..” thought both y/n and robin.

[evelxtus]

okay okay so basically

characters: venti, xiao, childe, albedo, and if you possibly can scaramouche

so basically you get into an argument that results in you going to take a walk to clear your head when you feel a pair of eyes on you. you try and call out to (character) but they’re purposely ignore you because they’re mad. just kinda like a “(character) i know your mad but can you come look at this?” and then they hear you scream and come rushing back to you ( y/n can get attacked or just get scared you can decide ) blah blah (character) gets very worried when they hear you scream and come to your rescue with a bunch of “im sorry”s and “i love you”s 🧍‍♀️(cringy i know)

— ❛ Eᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ғɪɴᴇ !

pairing. . . . . . . . venti, xiao, childe, albedo x gn! reader.

warnings. . . . . . no pronouns specified, angst to fluff, established relationship, not proofread.

a/n. . . . . . . . . . . hewwoo, i didn't add scaramouche because actually i just accept 4 characters per post, at least for now. sorry ;-; <3 hope you like it tho.

It was night when it happened, so after your heated discussion, the best remedy you saw was to go for a walk alone, and feel the night breeze to clear your mind.

That's what you thought until you heard the branches rustling near you.

You weren't able to see anything with so much darkness, and that sound made you remain static in the place. You decided to call your partner's name, but there was no response.

Maybe it was just your imagination.

Again the same noise, this time closer. You didn't want to look scared despite how stiff every muscle in your body was, so you called your partner a little higher this time.

That creature reveals itself running towards you. You let out a terrified scream, just to notice it was a poor boar, that looked more scared than you, finally disappearing into the bushes on the other side of the road, passing you on its way even without touching you.

⩩ VENTI.

The first time you called his name he barely heard it. It was only like a faint whisper that the wind brought him, and for this reason he assumed that you would be venting out there talking to yourself.

“Pfft.” he lets out, after a long sigh. It left him more exhausted the simple fact of arguing with you than to fight with any enemy. “After everything we've said to each other, do you still have things to add? Funny.”

Venti heard his name once more, this time something in him woke up, and his attitude seems more serious and attentive than before. His heart was beginning to beat strongly, and he furrowed his eyebrows as he looked in the direction you had previously left.

It wasn't until he heard you scream that those strong heartbeats seemed to stop in terror at the thought that something had happened to you while he was purposely ignoring you. How could he forgive himself?

Without realizing it, his feet already had him running towards you relentlessly, finally finding you crouched down with your eyes closing tightly and covering your head with your arms, waiting to receive an attack that was not going to come.

Venti was prepared with his bow, or prepared to summon a hurricane if necessary to save you, but all he did at such a scene was kneel before you and take your hands, separating them from your head as he desperately tried to get you to look back at him.

“Shh, shh, y/n. I'm here... look at me... please look at me... nothing's wrong, there's no danger around.”

At those words, you opened your eyes slowly, meeting the tearful eyes of Venti, who hugged you when your gazes connected. That way you wouldn't see a few tears falling down his cheeks.

“Forgive me for leaving you alone. It's my fault, sorry, sorry... I love you, I'll never let you go again.”

Bonus: when Venti realized that you screamed because a little boar scared you, he bursted out laughing. He wasn't sure if it was because the scene was funny in his mind, or he was just relieved that it wasn't anything really dangerous.

⩩ XIAO.

Were you calling his name? Well, keep doing it, because there is no way that an adepti will succumb to the temptation of ever seeing a mere human like you. A human who minutes before made him completely lose his composure. Ignoring you now was your punishment, and his own too.

Your scream made all thoughts of the arguing dissolve, making him return violently to reality. With the spear in hand and his fist white due to the force he was using while holding his weapon, he appeared before you, taking a step forward and meeting... absolutely nothing dangerous.

Seeing you over his shoulder, he carelessly tossed the spear aside and kneeled before you, putting his gloved hands on your shoulders, on your cheeks, on your hair.

“What happened? Who hurt you? Which direction did they go?” his incessant questions accompanied every movement of his hands in search of any wound on your skin, until finally you calmed down.

“I'm fine, sorry for the scare I gave you... There's no danger.”

Your words caused the boy to drop his head in relief, leaning his forehead against your shoulder and feeling a great weight leave his body. With one knee bowed to the ground in front of you, he closed his eyes tightly.

“y/n... my apologies for not appearing when you called. I am the one to blame for everything. I must protect you... because I love you. It's the least I can do for you, and I'm not even able to do it right...”

His sadness begins to turn into rage, you can tell by how his muscles begin to tense under your soft touch.

Bonus: A few simple sweet words and you will have the boy totally melted in your arms, allowing you to caress him as you wish. He is so glad to be by your side again... safe and sound.

⩩ CHILDE.

You were calling him? yeah. Did he care? nah. He won that argument, the fact that you left his sight just to calm down and take a walk was as if you had accepted defeat for him.

So, he's not coming back for you.

Or so he thought until your scream made him run in your direction like he had never done before in his life.

He was panting when he reached his destination, looking around him for any hint of danger, extending an arm slightly at his side, in a gesture of protection before you.

“...? Are you okay?” he asked hurrying to get you up carefully, letting you lean on him. Any rancor in that discussion was a thing of the past.

His gaze did not leave your face, searching for any gesture of discomfort. He sighed loudly when you replied that everything was fine.

“Oh my, you scared me there. Let's make sure that doesn't happen again, okay? Just... stay by my side even if things get ugly. There is no way I can ever leave you... you get it? Good. Now let's go home... we deserve a good rest. Together.”

Bonus: That night, when you are already lying in bed, he will call you several times, unintentionally disturbing your sleep. “y/n..., hey, y/n, are you awake?” When you answer yes, he will hug you from behind, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “You know that I love you no matter what happens... right?”

⩩ ALBEDO.

He was too focused on tidying up some notes on his table to pay any attention to your futile attempts to get his attention.

Of course Albedo was hearing you perfectly, but he just didn't want to listen to you. This boy was deliberately ignoring you.

When the scream reached his ears, his expression changed to a great concern, leaving him breathless and putting his notes aside, messing them up again, so as not to waste any more time reaching you.

The first thing he did was kneel beside you, gently pushing your head against his chest with a protective aura that you had rarely seen in him. After all, your safety always comes first. His always serene gaze now looked around frantically, searching for the root of the problem.

There wasn't a second in which he released his firm yet gentle grip on you.

“Everything is fine, y/n. Come, get up.” he commented helping you getting up again.

When you confessed to him what really scared you, his expression didn't change one bit. He was still as serious as before.

“It doesn't matter what the origin of your fear was, what matters is that now you are safe. And I must apologize — it was irresponsible of me to let you go alone in this darkness. Let's go back and forget that irrelevant discussion we had, shall we?”

Bonus: starting now, he won't separate from you all day. He will keep an eye on you, alert that nothing happens to you, even if that leads him to neglect his obligations a little... “Don't feel bad. I do this for both of us, not just for you. You get to be permanently safe and I... feel reassured by this.”

[greatlydelirious]

𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

Bo Sinclair x F!Reader

wordcount: 5k words

summary: You had a special connection with Bo Sinclair ever since you were kids. Your relationship becomes unsteady when Bo pushes you away “for your own good.” Years of suppressing each other’s emotions boil over during one fateful night.

warnings: smut, possessive behavior, angst, mentions of past abuse

You never had a real parental figure in your life. It was tough, never truly feeling that kind of affection. Your mother died while giving birth to you. When that happened, it was already the beginning of the end for you. Your father came to resent you, seeing you only as the “thing” that killed his wife. He became a raging alcoholic, finding solace in the bottle instead of taking care of you. When he drank, he became belligerent. He would scream at you, belittling you any chance he got. At the age of 18 is when he became violent. Everyone in the town knew about this problem, but no one did a thing. Except, you did have one person who always watched out for you. Bo Sinclair noticed your bruises when you came to his house one night to watch a movie.

The two of you were sitting on the couch when Bo decided to start a tickling match with you. “Sorry, darlin’ no can do. I ain’t stoppin’ until you beg for it.” Bo teased flirtatiously. He caged you beneath him on the couch, his fingers fluttering on your stomach while you squealed. “Bo! Please! I can barely breathe!” The giggles flood your body as he was miraculous in his actions. “C’mon I know ya can do better than that.” He drawled while moving to your hips. As you try to wiggle from his grip your shirt lifts above your ribs. Bo immediately stops, pulling back to look at your ribs. “What the fuck happened to you?”

Your eyes flash to his as your breath gets caught in your throat. It feels as though your heart is going to burst as shame fills your body. “I-I fell down the stairs, it’s no big deal. It barely hurts anymore.” You almost cringe at how unconvincing you sounded. A wince comes out of you when he grabs your arm to properly pull you up. Bo pulls your sleeve up, his eyes growing dark. “I know what accidents look like sweetheart. This ain’t no accident.” His fingers ghost the cigarette burns on your forearm. “Tell me what son a’ bitch did this and I’ll make sure his hands don’t even work enough to touch ya ever again.”

Your brain argues with yourself. It’s not like you have any reason to not trust Bo. He was always there for you. Letting you vent to him about the littlest things that were bothering you. Sure, he could be a dick sometimes, but that was his way of protecting himself from people. You understood his outburst, you even wished you were able to stand up for yourself the way he did. You stammer as you finally reply, “It was m-my father, but it was my fault. I-I talked ba-back to him. Please don’t worry about it, Bo.” He moves closer, your bodies brushing together on the dingy sofa. “You know that bullshit ain’t true darlin’. You know that ain’t your fault, you’ve said it yourself.”

Your fingers move to caress his wrist over his long-sleeved shirt. “I have you watching over me, right? As long as I have you, I will be just fine. You’re getting yourself worked up for no reason.” Bo confided in you not long ago about his childhood. It turned your gut when you learned how cruel his parents were. The real irony is you told him the same words he was telling you now; you were never one to listen to your own advice though. It was rare to see Bo get soft, but the walls that he had up around him always seemed too slightly crumble when he was around you. He puts his finger under your chin to lift your gaze from your lap to his eyes. “As long as ya keep that in your pretty little head of yours; we won’t have any more problems happen now will we?” His protective words make your body grow warm. Only then do you notice how close the two of you were. Your eyes move from his eyes to his lips; a feeling of need washing over you. He grins before resting his hands on your hips as he leans in. His breath tickled your lips, “Tell me to stop sugar and I will.” You just simply nod as you stare at his lips. It would be a lie if you said you hadn’t ever thought of Bo as more than a friend. All the girls in Ambrose swooned over him, but how could they not? The man was ruggedly handsome and God that voice. There was something about that southern drawl that gave you goosebumps. 

Before you could get further lost in your thoughts Bo pulls you into a kiss. His lips are rough as he takes claim of your mouth. The taste of cheap beer slips into your mouth, but it only makes you moan. The kiss is sloppy, yet so perfect. You can feel the passion behind every tug of your conjoined lips. He pulls away with a pop before letting out a shaky breath. “If I didn’t know better, I would make you mine right now darlin’.” A shiver goes up your spine, “What says I wouldn’t let you.” He gets up from his place on the couch before looking down at you. “I’ll never be the right man for you and I know you’re smart enough to see that.”

Your heart almost stops in your chest. “Then why are you stringing me along Bo?” This made Bo’s temper flare, “I ain’t doin’ no such thing, I just know what’s best for ya, and ya can’t accept it.” You stood up, a coldness taking hold of your heart, “Fine, but I’m not going to stop being your friend just because you don’t deem me a good enough fuck.” His hands ball in a white-knuckled fist, “Don’t say that shit ever again ya hear me? You know it’s more than that.”

You stare at him, the hurt in your eyes evident. “I’ll see you around Sinclair.” With that, you walk out the door. When you get off the porch you hear a big crash and a shatter of glass. You start to fast walk back to your house, adrenaline pumping your heart. That’s just how it was always like being around Bo; a constant rollercoaster of emotions that at one moment makes you blush and at another makes you cry.

Bo Sinclair would never admit it, but he was madly in love with you. Despite his rough exterior, he had insecurities of his own. Anytime he longed to tell you how he felt, his parent’s voices replayed in his head. They always told Bo how terrible he was. In their words, he was “a useless piece of shit that could never do anything right.” All of this made him push you away. He didn’t want to corrupt you; in his eyes, you were the most delicate and beautiful flower in this town full of weeds.

A couple of days went by of you and Bo not speaking. You did, however, find solace in the other Sinclair brothers. Vincent always had a knack for keeping your mind off all the bad things going on. You and Vincent formed a great friendship. He loved how you always seemed to listen to him intently. Asking him questions about his project and trying to understand him. Most of the people in the town made him feel like a freak, but you treated him just like you would anybody else.

Lester loved when you would tag along during his roadkill cleanup. You’d have a hoot of time making jokes back and forth till the both of you could barely breathe. He always wanted to cheer you up, especially if you had a not-so-friendly encounter with Bo. You were truly accepted into their family; it was a dysfunctional family, to say the least, but at least it was one you could call your own.

Eventually, you and Bo started talking again. The two of you just couldn’t seem to stay away from each other. Even still, you both suppressed any romantic feelings. At this moment in time, it was the best thing to do. It still stung seeing Bo with another girl wrapped around his finger. They never lasted long though, Bo tossing them aside to move on to the next. The Sinclair brother was known as a heartbreaker around town. You tried to ignore it the best you could; although sometimes you did find yourself screaming into your pillow in frustration.

As the months went by you practically blossomed. Your confidence grew as you realized your worth more and more. Your relationship with the brothers showed you that there were people out there who actually cared about you. You stopped taking your father’s shit when one day you hit him back. He flew off the handle, yelling at you to leave his house and never come back. Little did you know that when you ran out the backdoor, Bo was lurking near the house. He was strolling around Ambrose when he heard the commotion coming from your home. Without a word, Bo walked through the back door that you left open in your haste.

After a couple of hours of walking around to cool your head, you went back to the house to pack your stuff. When you get inside you notice your father and his car were gone. It seemed as though he up and left in the short time you were gone. Something didn’t sit right with you and you had a feeling about who could have been the reason for this.

“I. took. care. of. it.” Bo empathized each word through gritted teeth. A back-and-forth was going on between you and Bo in the living room of the Sinclair residence. “You don’t have to fight all my battles for me, Bo! I could have handled it myself!” You were starting to get dizzy of Bo keeping you at arm’s length while hovering over you at the same time. “Yeah, ‘cause you were takin’ such great care of it yourself.” His sarcastic tone made you want to slap him in the mouth, but you held back. “What am I going to do now!? I have nowhere to live.” Bo only smirked at your frustration, “Got that all figured out, so your pretty little head don’t gotta worry about nothin’. Mama set up a guest bedroom a while back that you can stay in. The boys don’t mind nun’ since they like havin’ ya around. It would be nice havin’ a feminine touch around.” His voice turns teasing when he gets to the last part.

You take a deep breath to collect your thoughts. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all. Why should you waste time worrying about your father anyway? He never had a second thought about you? It might be nice to have some semblance of domestic life for once. “You win this time Sinclair. I would say thank you, but that would only inflate your ego.” A smug smile spreads across Bo’s handsome face. With a tip of his hat he drawls, “I’m always at your service darlin’.”

It astounded you how he was always one step ahead of you. You don’t even want to consider how he got your father to leave. Bo had a way of getting anyone he deemed as a threat to you to go away. Anytime another guy made lewd or flirtatious comments towards you he would put them in their place. Several fights he got himself in stemmed from just that. It always bothered you how he told you “You couldn’t be together” but deterred any man from even glancing in your direction.

As time passes you become a pivotal part of the Sinclair family. In a way, you replaced the role of their mother as you took care of not only the home but the brothers as well. When the sugar mill closed down the townspeople quickly deserted the hidden town. You’d be lying if you said the thought didn’t cross your mind as well; but at the end of the day, you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. It felt as though your soul was attached to Lester, Vincent, and more importantly, Bo.

You took care of everything around the town as best as you could. It made you feel like you had a job and weren’t just a freeloader. The four of you all had to pull your weight in some way for everything to function smoothly. Yes, you knew all about the people who enter the town and never leave. The dozens of wax statues around the town does unsettle you, but in a way, you understood Vincent’s and Bo’s motive. You loved all the brothers too much to just walk away. Bo tries to keep you away from the visitors as much as he possibly can. He didn’t want to risk you getting injured in the middle of subduing a new victim. That’s why you would stay locked away in your room; trying your best to ignore the screams that would echo all around Ambrose.

It was late in the evening as you cooked dinner for the three Sinclair brothers. The humid Louisiana heat beats down on you through the window as you work away. You stir the stew as Lester and Bo come through the front door. “Shoulda seen the size of that thing Bo! Raccoon damn near looked like the size of a dog.” Bo ignores his brother as he steps into the kitchen. It looks like he just got done fixing his truck for what felt like the hundredth time. “Smells good. You know how to get straight to a man’s heart now don’t ya?” His comment makes you giggle. You slap away his hand when he tries to grab a piece of bread. Looking pointedly at the boys, your mother mode turns on, “You boys better go wash up before eating and get your brother too while you’re at it.” Bo playfully replies, “Yes Ma’am,” before they walk away.

While setting the table you prepare a bowl for each one of them. Vincent and Bo make their way to the table. Bo plops down and immediately starts to dig in. He was never one for following proper manners. You notice how Vincent just stands there fidgeting with his fingers. You hold out a bowl of stew towards him, “You can take it downstairs Vinny, it’s okay.” The quiet man takes the bowl from you and nods in appreciation; quickly making his way back into the basement.

Bo stops mid-chew, chuckling lowly, “Vinny huh? Didn’t know you two were cozyin’ up together.” You roll your eyes, “I’m not going to be mean to him Bo. His nothing but sweet. Stop looking at something that’s not there.” Lester walks in, looking between the both of you before sitting down.

The rest of the meal is shrouded in silence. Lester says a couple of light-hearted comments here and there to try and break the tension until he quickly finishes his meal. “Great as usual miss. Bless her heart, but mama’s cookin’ couldn’t compete with yours.” You smile at the youngest brother. The redneck looks scary to those who don’t know him, but he was the biggest sweetheart. “Thank you, Lester. I put some of the scrapes in a bowl for your pup.” You gesture towards the counter as you continue eating your meal. He grabs the bowl, “See ya later!” with that Lester exists the house again. Bo doesn’t look up while finishing his food “You ain’t gotta be so sweet on them; shits unnecessary.” You simply sigh, grabbing both bowls, and go to wash them.

The chair harshly scraps against the floor as Bo goes to grab a beer from the fridge. He slams the door making you slightly jump. Bo pops the cap open before taking a sip, regarding you intently. “Your too naive darlin’. When you talk to a man like that, he’s gonna get the wrong idea.” You feel the blood rush to your ears as you dry off your hands, “I can talk to anyone however I want actually.” You flinch when Bo slams his beer bottle on the counter. “What the fuck is your problem, Bo!? I’m tired of this possessive boyfriend act you have going on.” You step forward and poke a finger in his chest, “I’m not yours Bo; that’s a decision you made.”

Bo knocks his cap off, running his hands through his hair with frustration, “I was tryin’ to protect ya! I ain’t no better than my parents!” You scoff at the same words you’ve heard come out of his mouth time and time again. “Are you seriously still on about that? We confided with each other; we’ve been through the exact same thing. If you keep acting like this I’ll leave. You hear me? I’ll walk out and never look back!” Your threat isn’t entirely true. You were just so angry at what he’s been putting you all through over the years. Somedays you feel like Bo forgot you even existed. Everything you felt was pent up inside you and you needed to let it out.

Bo immediately backs you up against the counter and cages you with his muscular arms. His eyes are dark as he looks down at you, his body practically enveloping yours. “If you didn’t like the way I act you woulda left a long time ago darlin’.” “If you keep playing games with me Bo, I’ll have no other choice. I’m tired of being taken for granted by you.” He tilts his head a sound close to a purr comes out his mouth, “You want me to stop playin’ games? Fine.” Bo brings his lips to your ear; the hot breath that fans down your neck lights a fire inside your body. “You’re all I think about. You know how hard it is to focus when you’re in my shop in those tiny little shorts and tank top ya flaunt round in. My cock gets hard just lookin’ at you sweetheart.” You almost felt overstimulated by his closeness and his intoxicating smell; a manly scent of pine and oil that claims your senses. And God his words; it makes your thighs clench together. Your fidgeting doesn’t go unnoticed by Bo.

The smirk that spreads across his face is almost wolfish, “I tried to stay back for your own good. You’re a big girl though huh?” Bo kisses the shell of your ear, “Say the word and I’ll corrupt that little body of yours,” he drawls out seductively. You finally find your voice when you pull back to look into his eyes. The sincerity of his passion is evident in his dark gaze. “Do what you should have done years ago,” Your breath comes out slightly shaky as you challenge Bo. His hands hook under your exposed thighs and squeeze, “I’m going to fuck you until the only thing coming out of your pretty mouth is my name.” He easily lifts you to seat you on the edge of the counter. Your mouths collide as he presses your bodies together. You nip at his lower lip making the man groan. Bo holds the back of your neck to maneuver you where he wanted. His tongue explores your mouth, trying to savor the taste of you. You cry out when his hips rut forward and his cock rubs against your clothed sex.

You pull away, heavy gasps escaping you as you start blushing, “Wh-what if someone catches us, Bo?” Bo latches on your neck, definitely leaving a mark before moving his hands to grab your ass. “Then hop on cowgirl.” As he lifts you, you wrap yourself around him. His strength makes you grow even warmer when he starts booking it upstairs to his bedroom. He slams the door closed and gently throws you on the bed. Before you can even collect yourself, he hovers over you. “Do you like your clothes?” Your brain feels scrambled as you nod your head. He practically growls, “Then take them off before I fuckin rip them off, princess.” Hands move desperately as you tug your clothes off. You throw your shirt on the ground. “Fuck…” Bo can’t rip his eyes off your breasts when he notices you didn’t put a bra on today. You squirm underneath his gaze as you push at his shirt, “I need to see you.” He chuckles as he takes off his shirt while you wriggle out of your shorts.

Your hands fly to his belt before he stops you. “Patience darlin’, I think I need a little dessert first.” Bo leans in to leave a trail of kisses down your body. His mouth pauses at your breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth while he pinches the other one. Your body involuntary rubs up into his bent knee as you moan out. Bo’s teeth gently scrape the sensitive bud as you brace your hands on his shoulders. You push on his shoulder; why did he have to torture in every aspect of the word? He gets up, making you let out an annoyed huff. “You are a needy little thing baby. Don’t worry none. I’m gunna take real good care of ya.” You watch as he unbuckles his jeans, the large bulge hidden underneath makes you stop breathing. The sound of his metal zipper being pulled down adds electricity into the air as the anticipation builds. Bo pulls his pants down with his boxers; his member springs free, precum already dripping from the tip of the wide head.

This wasn’t your first time by any means. When the town was still populated you messed with a guy that worked at the movie theatre. That was very short-lived when Bo found out and beat the shit out of the other man. Any other potential lover was scared off by the man’s brutish display. Even so, Bo was way larger than anyone else you’ve ever been with. While you are lost in thought you feel a tug as you are pulled to the edge of the bed and your panties are discarded. A low whistle flows from Bo’s lips, “Aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes.” His index and forefinger stroke along your slick folds, massaging the hot skin. “Damn baby you are so fuckin wet. I’ll be makin’ a mess out of you in no time.” Your positive your face turned scarlet as you moan, “Please Bo, I need you.” He gets down on his knees and kisses your thigh, “I told you before, I’m always at your service darlin’.” With that Bo’s mouth descends on your pussy.

A fog washes over your brain the moment Bo gives your pussy a long lick before eating you out like he was a starved man and you were his first meal. “FUCK! God please Bo don’t stop! I can’t…” You are utterly breathless as you throw your head back into the mattress and your hands grip the comforter for dear life. A finger slips into your velvet walls as his mouth envelopes your clit; circling it with slow twirls of his tongue. “Bo I’m so fucking close; Christ, so fucking close!” Bo’s mouth leaves you with a wet pop. “Look in my eyes while I defile your sweet cunt princess,” he commands you in a dark tone you’ve never heard before.

Just as you’re about to lift your head, Bo pumps another finger into you; making you feel a delicious stretch at the intrusion. Right when you feel your peak coming close, he pulls his fingers out of you. “No, no, please don’t stop, I can’t take it,” You beg as your eyes fill with tears as your need for release overwhelms you. “I could keep you beggin’ like this for hours. What if I just left you and came back later?” He has a malicious smile on his face as he gives your soaked cunt another lick. Your head shoots up to gap at him, “Please Bo, I can’t wait!” “Then keep your eyes locked on me. I want you to have this burned into your memory sweetness.” With that his two fingers push back into you, his thumb assaulting your clit with rough strokes. Bo keeps his eyes locked on your eyes as you unravel. Before you know it, a wonderful rush runs through your body as you cum against Bo’s fingers. “Yes, oh my god, Bo!”

Your vision turns fuzzy as you watch him through half-lidded eyes. He keeps rubbing your throbbing bud as he replaces his fingers with his mouth. Engraving the taste of you into his tongue. With one last lick, he stands back up, “You’re like damn fine wine; too God damn good for a man like me.”

He looks annoyingly smug as he spreads your trembling thighs to accommodate his hips. If you weren’t so lost in your high, you swear you would have kicked him. He rests an elbow next to your shoulder while his other hand guides his cock to your entrance. Bo lubricates himself against your pussy; rubbing his cock up and down your folds. You can feel each vein on his length throb against you. The man was so long and girthy you wondered if it would even fit. His face lowers down to capture your lips in a kiss, “I’ll try my best to be gentle, but you are too fuckin intoxicating.”

He pushes his cock slowly into your tight cunt. “Fuck baby, I can barely move your gripping me so fuckin tight.” A husky groan grumbles from his throat when he seats his whole pulsing length inside you. “When I’m finished with ya you’ll be taking my cock no problem. Your pussy with remembering the feeling of every inch of me even when I’m not fuckin ya.” A deep flush creeps across your face at the vulgar words coming out of his mouth. You would always chastise Bo for his filthy mouth.

You felt completely full with Bo inside you. Thankfully, the aftermath of your orgasm made it not entirely painful. You were only left with a nice stretch as your walls flutter around him. Your hips move against his cock as you try to get Bo to move, “Stop holding back Bo, take all of me please!” Without needing any more convincing you both moan as he starts pumping in and out of you at a fast pace.

The sounds that fill the room are downright sinful. Bo spews out profanities at the sensation of having you completely to himself. Your legs wrap around his hips while your arms hold his shoulders. “Your fuckin mine…” he lets out a ragged breath before continuing, “There is no going back.” His possessiveness takes over as his hands slide under your waist to push you harder onto his cock. Bo is almost animalistic in how hard he is pounding into you. “I won’t let another man even look in your direction ya hear me?” He lowers his head into your neck so his lips can caress your ear. “You’re mine baby, and I’ll make sure ya don’t forget that.” One of his hands finds its way to your clit; rubbing fast circles into the sensitive bud. “Jesus Christ! Don’t stop please!” You whine breathlessly at his attentive fingers.

“I wanna hear you say it.” At first, you can barely make out his words, too lost in the raw pleasure consuming your body. Bo nips your neck while gripping you even tighter than before, “Who do you fucking belong to you?” You throw all your cares out the window as you scream his name, “Fuck! You Bo! I belong to you!” Your vision becomes spotty as you feel another orgasm about to approach. “Say it again!” Both of your bodies are slick with sweat as he fucks into you at mind-numbing speed. “I’m all yours Bo! There is no one else, just you!” With a scream of his name your pussy spasms around his cock as you cum once again. Bo crashes his lips onto yours as he feels you clamp onto him. Grunts fill your mouth as Bo’s hip stutters and he finds his own release. Warmth spreads in your groin as his cum fills you. His head falls into your neck, his arms engulfing you as he rides out both of your orgasms.

Your eyes are screwed shut as you try to catch your breath. You feel yourself being moved up the bed until your back is flush against Bo’s chest. A laugh coming from the man holding you tickles your back, “I think we’re gunna have to make up for lost time darlin’.” You can’t help but giggle as you rest your head against him. “You’re stuck with me now Bo Sinclair. I hope you know that.” Bo presses a kiss against your head, basking in the feeling of having you all to himself. “Oh sweetheart, I hope that you know that I ain’t lettin’ you out my sight anytime soon.”

Your chest swells at Bo’s words. You know it’s his way of saying he loves you since he didn’t know how to properly express those types of emotions and you were okay with that. As you snuggle closer into Bo’s embrace your mind was set. Bo had you in the palm of his hand; body and soul.

Any and all interactions are greatly appreciated.

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Con Man's Daughter

Posting this because there isn't enough biodad! John Constantine content.

[Masterlist]

(Part 2)

-----

I feel like this should be a Damianette story or just platonic relationship after Jon got aged-up to seventeen and Damian wanted a friend his age but doesn’t want to admit it.

So basically there is this big bad in Gotham using magic that Batman was fighting at the time and enlisted John Constantine to help out.

John realizes that the villain is using a Miraculous.

“Oh. I think I know how he gets his powers. And lucky for you, Bats, I know an expert on this special brand of magic.”

And he did the smart thing and called up Marinette who at the time was already Guardian and was looking for other lost Miraculouses like in the Treasure Hunter AU I wrote.

He calls her at a really bad time. She was in the process of being chased by the guardians of the place. Monsters and evil spirits.

“Hello, Dad. What do you need and can you do it quickly?”

“Hey, sweetheart, it’s me. How is my little cupcake up to these days?”

“You called at a bad time.” Gunshots.

“WAS THAT A GUN I HEARD? WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU, YOUNG LADY?!”

“Somewhere in Japan. Getting a Miraculous. And why can’t you call me to check in on me and not ask me to help you with whatever mess you got yourself into.” More gunshots sounds and it was telling that Marinette was using a gun.

“Where did you get a gun? And don’t you have school?”

“It’s summer break. Don’t worry Maman and Papa know. Well, the fact that I am in Japan anyways.” Marinette sounded a little out of breath. Roaring and horrifying sounds at the other end. “Can we do this later?”

“As it happens, there is a villain going around Gotham with what I think is a Miraculous.”

Swears on the other end.

“Oi. Watch your fucking language, young lady.”

“How about a No and move the fuck back, old man. I am coming over right now.”

“Old man? I am not that old-” as a magic blue portal opens up in the Bat Cave.

And a red Chinese dragon comes out with someone riding it.

Its rider was a black-haired girl. She had a trench coat similar to Constantine's. I imagine her with a fedora. Like Carmen Sandiego style but not red. Sometimes red but only when she has to steal it from a museum or high security places and she leaves a name card with the name Carmen Sandiego. A sword strapped to her back and a dagger to her thigh.

She had a gun in her hand which she used to shoot the monsters as it was halfway through the portal and yelled out the spell to close it.

“Brilliant entrance but you are in lots of trouble, little lady. What were you thinking about going to another country unsupervised? And isn’t there still a butterfly problem in Paris?”

“One, I wasn’t unsupervised. I had Tikki, a billion years old being and a sort of god. Two.Well, it got boring trying to track Hawk-bitch down. And I found this legend about a guy with a Miraculous who disappeared in the temple and thought hey, more miraculous could mean another edge to defeating Moth-man.”

More bickering and John grounding Marinette who was acting very nonchalant about it.

Okay, at this point, I should say that Batman and Robin are in the background trying to make some sense.

Batman is surprised to find out that Constantine has a daughter who is also involved in magic like her Father but an apparently more specialised kind called the Miraculous. He is a little miffed that he didn’t know about John having a daughter. He did consider it weird at first that she had a slight french accent unlike her father’s Liverpool accent although she pronounced some words like he does.

He also connected some dots that she is also the Parisian heroine, Lady Rouge who Wonder Woman introduced to the League a while back and had declined to join the Young Justice or Teen Titans until everything in Paris was resolved.

Damian on the other hand was suspicious of the new arrival and came to the same conclusion as his father about the daughter thing.

Batman after a few minutes, clears his throat.

The Constantines stop arguing.

“Bonjour. Batman. Robin. Pleasure to meet you. I am Mari Constantine and yes, I am this homeless looking man’s brilliant daughter.” “Hey”

“Well, Mari. Your father thinks you can help us with this new criminal turning Gotham upside down. Literally in some cases. He said that you might be able to help us.” Batman said as he pulled up zoomed in picture of the Miraculous.

Mari looks through the Miraculous grimoire and tells them all about it and power-ups, basically the most effective thing to defeat the guy is to get the Miraculous off them. Plus a spell that would make the Miraculous ineffective if casted within a certain radius of it.

“Thank you for the information, Mari. Constantine, let’s go.”

Mari made to follow them.

“You young lady are grounded and staying here.”

“I don’t need another supervillain using the Miraculous which are my responsibility as Guardian to retrieve them for their own misuse and wreaking havoc on the city. And what if there is an akuma in Paris? I can’t go there if I am grounded in the Batcave although it is a cool place to hang out.”

“You can portal back to Paris but you are not going to follow me. Understood?”

“yes. crystal”

“Good. After me and Batsy get the Miraculous, you can do your Guardian duties.”

Damian snickers. Until Batman cut his mood short, “You are staying behind too. Robin.”

“But Father, why? I am much more capable than Constantine.”

“Hey!” Both father and daughter.

Damian is staying behind too because of the Miraculous power or other reasons and keeps an eye on Mari.

Damian stays behind and there were some protests about mari mad about having a babysitter and Damian doesn’t want to be a babysitter. Despite the two of them being around the same age.

“I got an eye on you so no funny business.”

“Okay, Dad, I am not going to have sex with Robin.” Mari said with a shit- eating grin. Robin definitely didn’t blush.

“I hate you sometimes.”

“I love you too, Dad. Go save the world. Byee.”

John eyes her suspiciously because she is not one to give up that easily usually.

He casts a spell to watch her as they leave. and which she totally knew about.

“So...I have one question.”

“Tt, ask and don’t bother me anymore.”

“Is Batman Bruce Wayne?”

Damian looks up, totally caught off guard.

“I am going to take that as a yes.”

Puts sword at her neck. “How did you find out?!”

“Opened up Google Maps and saw that we are under Wayne Manor. Connected the dots. Also I already knew when Dad made a bet with me once to find out Batman’s secret identity but he never did confirm it for me. And can you please not tell your father about this? I don’t feel like being interrogated by the Bat in the future yet.”

“Father must know about this.”

“I saw you looking at Scarlet here. An animal lover then? You can give her some belly rubs. She deserves it after helping me outrun those monsters.”

His silence was brought. To pet a dragon.

One thing after another and he ends up bringing out his pets-Jerry the turkey, Goliath the dragon-bat, Titus- and her introducing him to her other pets like a hellhound, griffin and other mythical creatures who mostly roam free but come to her when she calls for them and also the kwamis, at least the ones who came with her.

After 30 mins have passed, “So Robin how do you feel about disobeying our fathers?”

“I am in.”

“Depends. Are we going after the (villain's name) ?”

“Yes.”

Awesome montage of them getting rid of the spell John casted and flying out of the Batcave on their respective giant flying pets to the villain’s base.

Meanwhile, their fathers are not doing so well and are trapped in a death trap. John can’t say the spell because the villain made him unable to talk.

“At least, the kids are staying put.”

Cut to Damian and Mari jumping off their pets and onto the roof. Taking out the guards posted there and going into the building all sneakily and also taking out the guards that come their way.

They dropped into the room where their fathers and the villain is.

“Why am I not surprised?”

Villain starts an evil monologue about his mastermind plan to which Damian cuts it short by trying to cut him down with his katana. Mari goes to deactivate the death trap.

They are evenly matched with Damian’s training and the Miraculous.

Mari steps in as Damian was about to be killed. Taps on the shoulder of the villain and when he turns around, gives an awesome right hook that knocks him out.

Takes away the Miraculous and curses him. Wiped the dude’s memories of it.

“When I said stay in the Batcave, I meant stay behind at the Batcave. What point of being grounded, don’t you understand?”

“You mean, Oh, Mari, light of my life, my wonderful daughter, thank you for saving my ass. You are the best.’ by that, right?”

-----

Mari and Damian exchanged numbers and email addresses.

As she was about to leave the Batcave, “It’s been nice meeting you, Mr. Wayne.” and leaves with a wink.

John ‘ungrounds’ her for the look on Batman’s face.

-----

After this, Marinette and Damian become friends who bitch and vent to each other about their alter egos and various villains of their respective cities. (In codes, just in case) They also share updates about their pets and love of drawings.

They have that type of friendship where they trade favors. Mari calls Damian to Paris sometimes to help out with the akuma of the day and Damian sometimes calls her in when Bruce doesn’t let him go investigate a case so he can sneak out by magical means or as back up for when his brothers were too annoying to deal with.

It’s summer break so no missing school.

John and Bruce are aware of their friendship and some of the shenanigans the pair gets into behind their back.

-----

-----

Right. how this all started...

John and Sabine first met when the latter was still in college somewhere in France. John was tracking down a demonic entity which was targeting Sabine for some reason and she was the next target.

John saved her life and exorcised the demon. There was a heat of the moment thing and they had a one-night stand. There were a few more flings and hook-ups after that night.

And nine months later, Marinette Cheryl Cheng-Constantine was born.

When Sabine first found out, she called John to come over and he thought that it was a call for another hook-up and was very surprised to find out that it was not and that he was going to be a father.

They both like each other but do not want to be in a relationship together so they both remained as friends and John agreed after some strong-arming at the very least to meet his daughter before he goes to do his job. And pay for child support. And help Sabine during her pregnancy.

Pregnant Sabine was someone you don’t want to mess with. And John has never met a demon or anyone scarier than her.

He was at first not into meeting his child and there was a self-pity party he threw himself with how the child was going to live a bad life because he was the dad and how he destroyed every good thing in his life.

That’s why he is going to meet the baby once and leave maybe a letter and the occasional birthday present and stay out of their life. Forever.

The day Marinette was born and it took one look into her eyes for the HellBlazer to fall under the spell and all of his plans to stay out of her life to burn away.

At first, he tried. He really tried but he couldn’t do it.

Lasted 4 months before he came back, wanting to place protection spells on her and sigils around the house to keep away the forces of Heaven and Hell and other entities so they won’t use her against him as a bargaining chip.

Sabine calls him to babysit. He could have refused and Sabine would have easily found a babysitter. He moans and whines about how he is a great mage and not a bloody babysitter. Sabine retorts that it is actually called parenting since he is Marinette’s father. He grumbles but in the end, agrees.

The great John Constantine is wrapped around the little girl’s finger.

He was around for some of Marinette’s firsts. Her first word was “John”.

It made him cry. He wasn’t a good man and he doesn’t deserve someone this precious. His daughter doesn’t deserve someone like him as a father but fate made it that way and what can you do about it.

After an exhausting week of doing the usual and coming back from Hell, he saw that Sabine had sent him a video. It was Marinette taking her first steps.

Chas swears that in all the years that he has known John Constantine he has never seen the man look so happy.

------

When Tom came into the picture, John was there to take care of a toddler Marinette while Tom and Sabine went on dates.

Insert John threatening a much bigger Tom while holding a baby Marinette with wide eyes and hugging a teddy bear with the same coat as John’s. (It was something Sabine brought on a whim and to tease John when he came around.)

Tom is supportive and treats Marinette like his own flesh and blood.

John resolved to leave for good now that Tom would be there to be a father figure for Marinette.

That plan fell into the drain the moment he was going to leave for what was supposed to be the last time before Sabine pulled him back and knocked some sense into him.

His face was a big giveaway. Sabine knows that despite his claims of being a terrible father for Marinette, he was a good one and damnit she was going to make sure that Marinette would get to know her actual father.

Tom later made an awkward talk with John about how he was not going to replace John’s role as Marinette’s father.

Marinette was the flower girl at Tom and Sabine’s wedding. John was there too.

During bedtime, John would read her stories and use his magic to make it come to life. Although he would feel a little drained afterwards, it was worth it to see her smile.

Sometimes he told stories about his tamer adventures. (After cutting out some of the inappropriate bits)

------

When Marinette was about 5 or 6, Sabine was out on an errand and Tom was at home with Mari and helping her with her homework. There was a crash downstairs at the bakery. Tom went down to check it out to find John lying on the ground.

With a weak cough, he said, “Close the door. Close it.” Before losing consciousness

Tom did before a man with pitch black eyes slammed against it.

Thankfully John had installed heavy wards around the bakery when it first opened.

They held against the demon on John’s tail. Tom brought John inside and unsure of what to do, grabbed a rolling pin on the counter.

The man outside started pounding on the glass door and every time his hands touched the door, light glowed outwards, showing the invisible magic barrier around the bakery. Sparks and steams fizzled with every pound.

Despite the reddening and burns of his hands, the not-human didn’t slow down.

“ʝօɦռ....ʏօʊ ӄռօա ȶɦǟȶ ɨȶ'ֆ օռʟʏ ǟ ʍǟȶȶɛʀ օʄ ȶɨʍɛ ɮɛʄօʀɛ ɨ ɮʀɛǟӄ ȶɦʀօʊɢɦ ȶɦɛֆɛ աǟʀɖֆ. օռƈɛ ɨ ɢɛȶ ʏօʊ,” He laughs, the sound sends chills down the large man’s spine, “ȶɦɛʀɛ ǟʀɛ ֆօ ʍǟռʏ ȶɦɨռɢֆ ɨ ɦǟʋɛ քʟǟռռɛɖ ʄօʀ ʏօʊ.”

Tom knew that Marinette’s father was a con man. Come on, Master and Practitioner of the Dark Arts and Occult. But he was a good father nonetheless despite all his flaws and Sabine liked him enough so that was good enough for him.

Before today, magic was just the sleight of hands and use of fancy tools to sell the illusions. Now, with a could-be-a-demon knocking on his door to get to the father of the girl he sees as his daughter, he’s not so sure.

“Tom? Qu'est-ce qui se passe? (What’s going on?)” A little voice came from the stairs, “Dad!” Marinette padded across the floor to the body of her passed out father.

She shook him awake and there were a few soft slaps to the face.

“Dad, what’s happened?”

John mumbles, “Demon…. possessing some rich guy….. Exorcism…. Doesn’t like me very much…Don’t worry...wards going to hold.”

John manages to stand before falling down and Tom catches him before he hits the floor. He has a concussion. Tom turns to Marinette, “Go, Hide and don’t come out until It’s safe.” which she did

Unfortunately, a while later, Sabine returns from her night out and the demon upon seeing Sabine. “ɛӼƈɛʟʟɛռȶ..”

The demon possessed Sabine and the previously possessed dude hit the sidewalk with a thud.

“ɨռȶɛʀɛֆȶɨռɢ....” The voice coming out of Sabine didn’t sound like her mother which scared Marinette a lot. “օքɛռ ȶɦɨֆ ɖօօʀ օʀ,”the demon pulled a knife out of thin air, ,“ȶɦɨֆ ɮօɖʏ ɢɛȶֆ ɨȶ.”

Tom hesitated until the demon put the knife on Sabine’s neck and put enough force for a thin line of blood to be shown.

He opens the door and the demon knocks him out. Stepping over his unconscious body and looking down on it, “ʄօʀ ȶɦǟȶ, ɨ ǟʍ ɢօɨռɢ ȶօ ʟɛȶ ʏօʊ ʟɨʋɛ ʊռȶɨʟ ɨ ǟʍ ɖօռɛ աɨȶɦ ʝօɦռ, օʄ ƈօʊʀֆɛ.” and cackles. The sound was so wrong and unnerving and little Marinette tried very hard for her sobs not to be heard.

Too bad the demon had super hearing. “Come out, my little blossom. Maman is home. Why don’t you come out and give me a hug?”

It sounded so much like her mother and she nearly believed that it was her mother and not some entity in control of her body.

But she knew better from John’s stories of dealing with demons and how they would use the voice of loved ones to lure them out and into a trap. (Definitely not something one should tell as a bedtime story but Marinette was very different and had an unconventional childhood with John Constantine as her father.)

Wait...she got struck with an idea but she wasn’t sure if it would work.

Before she could do anything, the door of the cabinet she was hiding in was opened and she was dragged out.

The demon lifted her a few feet above the ground by the collar of her dress.

It heard Marinette saying something. “աɦǟȶ ǟʀɛ ʏօʊ ֆǟʏɨռɢ ƈɦɨʟɖ, ֆքɛǟӄ ʟօʊɖɛʀ?”

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.” Marinette was now screaming the words at the top of her lungs. She repeated the spell over and over again with fierce determination.

John, being his paranoid self, taught her the spell for an exorcism, just in case. Demons spared no one, not even a girl.

It screamed “NO….” as Sabine’s body contorted in strange angles before a dark shadow seemed to be dragged down into the ground. It made a desperate attempt to possess John before it was pulled away and disappeared. There was no sign that there was a demon attack.

After John woke up, he managed to piece together that his 5-years-old (Sorry 5 and a half) daughter sent a demon back to hell.

He was a very proud dad. (He was a tad worried about the consequences from this event and demons hold one hell of a grudge. He wanted his daughter to live a very safe and happy life. The bakery’s wards also need an upgrade.)

He also got the job of explaining what he actually did to Tom. And lots of reassuring.

Sabine, on one hand, was not happy that Marinette knew how to do magic. That is until John told her that he did it just in case so she can protect herself and later it was agreed that Marinette can learn some Magic spells and charms to better protect herself and when she is older, she can decide if she wants to continue or not.

----

(Part 2)

[fairydollsteps]

Hihi! Could I please request headcanons with Megumi, Itadori and Yutta, where them and the reader get into an arguement and they make her cry? Angst to fluff, of course :)

Thanks!

Sure! Thank you for your request and I hope what I wrote is what you wanted!💌 This might be a little crappy because I am writing this late at night.🙃 Enjoy reading!😄

Arguments/Reconcilement with Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuji and Okkotsu Yuta

Fushiguro Megumi

This wasn’t your first time arguing with him. You both did argue some time in the past but this too much for you to handle which leads you to start crying despite all your attempt to hold it back.

Megumi stops talking and looks at you with a worried expression. Before he can reach for you, you have already run out of the room, leaving him behind.

You don’t want to see him for a while because you are still mad and upset with Megumi so you locked yourself in the room to calm yourself down and ignores his desperate knocking.

Megumi loves to always be by your side every day. So the fact that you are acting like he doesn’t exist absolutely broke his heart.

He would become insecure and worried that you would break up with him because of what he said to you earlier. He legit can’t sleep, just recalling back the argument while staring at the ceilings.

He would probably start crying when he remembers when he makes you cry, thinking he is the worse boyfriend ever.

Megumi can’t ask anyone for help because Itadori would be clueless and dumb, Kugisaki would scream at him for acting like and Gojo would give awful advice that is completely useless and futile.

So Megumi had enough of you being distant and doesn't care who is wrong or right. So when he manages to get some alone time with you, he would hug and mutter a sorry to you then saying it profusely to you.

Internally, he is begging you to not break up with him. His soul would be crushed to million pieces if you do.

You can feel a tear or two starts soaking your clothes and notices Megumi shaking. He is probably trying his best to not have a full-blown cry in front of you.

You would hug him back in hope that it would cheer him up. Which it does because you finally acknowledge him after days o you being distant from him.

Just please reassure and comfort him cause he is feeling like the worst boyfriend ever and that you deserve better. Those thoughts will soon vanish if you comfort him and reconcile together.

Itadori Yuji

Like every couple, you and Yuji have fought some times in the past but you just started crying in the middle of an argument with him because he is yelling at you.

Yuji would wanted to cry because you are crying because of HIM and he can feel wave of guilt hit him hard like a boulder but he hold it back, afraid that you would think he is being dramatic and is acting the victim.

He is supposed to make you laugh and smile but he ended up making you upset and sobbing. He wanted to say something but the back of throat felt dry and it stings a lot that he can utter a word.

The only he can do to comfort your weeping state, he pull you into a hug and let your tears soak his clothes. Yuji doesn’t care about his clothes or anything else, he is now only worry how you see him after what he say to you.

Would you think he is mean and inconsiderate? Is he not enough for you? Hell, would you break up with him? Please don’t, Yuji is shaking to the core thinking about it.

“I am so sorry.. p-please forgive me and don’t leave me alone,” Yuji said, not knowing that he shaking visibly like a leave and is about to break. He put his head over your shoulder, not wanting you to see his face. Just mad and disappointed of himself.

You would take notice of it and don’t care who is wrong or right now. Yuji is sad now and you wanted to see the usual smiling Yuji again. You hug him back as you dry your tears then comfort him that you won’t leave him alone, reassuring him that he isn’t the worst boyfriend ever and he is the kind and caring one that you adore.

Okkotsu Yuta

Whenever you argue with him, Yuta would always be the first one to start crying because he thinks that you are upset and disappointed of him and that you would leave him. So he would always do everything to avoid an argument with you.

But of course, what makes a couple is arguments.

As a special grade sorcerer, Yuta is often assigned a lot of difficult mission which leads him to become very stressful and tired. So when you told him he should take a break, he vents his frustration and anger to you, yelling hurtful words to you without thinking because he is so tired.

When Yuta finally got into his senses, he saw you starts crying but you cover you face so he won’t see the damage he has put into you. 

Yuta don’t what to say but every drop of tears you shed, rip his heart out. 

“Y-Y/N. I-I-,” before he say more, you have already dash out of the room and leave him behind without saying anything. But he can still hear your sound of cries and it slowly to fade away as you keep running away.

Now is his turn to start crying and be mad of himself instead. Gosh, he feels like the worse human being ever and wishes to take back what he has shouted to you before. But the damage had already been done.

When the next day come, Yuta would try to greets you with a smile that you said you adore, but you just ignore and walk past him with an empty look on your face.

What you didn’t know that Yuta every time you don’t acknowledge him, he can feel himself breaking on the inside but he hides it  because he don’t want to be seen to be seen exaggerating.

Yuta didn’t ask for help from his friends or teachers because he don’t want to trouble them with his problem that he caused because of his recklessness.

So every time you just ask like he doesn’t exist, he thinks it meant that you wanted break up with him which is wrong because is just that you are still mad of Yuta and that you need some time to collects yourself. You know what Yuta said is not what he meant and you know that you will eventually reconcile with him.

But what you didn’t expect that the argument before has deeply affected him. You find him crying in the room all by himself. Head in the knees and sobbing at the corner of the room.

“Yuta?” When he found out that he has been caught, he tries to muffle up his sobs and cover his weeping face, not wanting you to see his pathetic state but he would then starts choking and shaking like crazy, trying his best to collect himself but he is deeply hurt and ashamed for you to see him like this.

“Y-Y/N *hiccups* I-I am s-sorry t-that you h-have to s-” you hug him and whisper some comforting words to him and let him cry on your shoulder. He would then starts apologizing to you profusely while crying and hugging you tightly, begging you not to break with him.

You hush him softly. “I am not going anywhere, I know that you didn’t mean what you say. Is alright now,” you said.

Yuta would then calm down and you both would cuddle each other somewhere private to make up the time that you both lost after the argument. You can feel him scoot closer to your figure, obviously showing that he misses you so much.

Thank you for reading and have a good day! I am sorry if this writing is tooo cringy

[sanghyukstattoos]

SF9: sexual expressions

Genres: multiple au's [warnings: brief mentions of death, trauma, anxiety]; fluff-fluff-fluff; smut-smut-smut [contains mention/description of somnophilia kink (gentler than it's description), semi-public sex, baby-making, oral, mutual masturbation]

A/N: None of the images in the collage are mine, refer to here for more; For more SF9, read here, for iKON, read here and for optional bias writings, read here

Youngbin:

There's something in his expression, that rolls off his tongue when crass bursts of arousal coarse through him, rushing everywhere in such a natural manner, whether he's found something nice or in joy, his breathy moans and gasp-less breaths are something that awaken arousal, specifically yours. At first his moans may be muffled but as he relaxes, he opens up in the comfort an safety of being with you, you whose presence allows him to lower his tense state. To watch you would be his first thought but as your head bobs and you use your hand in a way that makes his back arch and moans fervently spill, he gets distracted, closing his eyes and losing himself in everything that floats around him. At the end, his thighs may quiver but he's already reaching for you, pulling you into his arms. Onto the bed or tent or the sheet that is rumpled in the back of his truck, he slips into you, groaning, sighing an settling into you. He takes his time to start moving, kissing your cheeks as he does. With every rush of arousal, he lightly bites your shoulder, enough for you to feel his teeth but not enough to hurt you. He caresses your backside the most, squeezing the flesh, especially as he releases. But even when you are on all fours, he makes sure to admire your backside, responding to your moans when he softly hits the flesh or uses your waist as a guide along his cock. He'll describe how feels, ''You're so warm'' or something like that, something that wrecks you and also him to pound into you, picking up the pace. When it's the end of a long day and you want to make love, he'll settle with you under the covers and gently rock himself against you, allowing you to vent or just speak to him then, killing two birds with one stone. This is because he knows that both of you will fall asleep immediately. In line with this, there is also something I want to try: Youngbin with somnophilia kink. This won't be as intense as it's description. Two to three hours after the both of you have fallen asleep, he wakes up, with a small desire already in his mind but it's when he sees you that his desires grow and he wakes you, kissing your tired self out of the haziness of falling back asleep. He feels a little guilty yes, but his thoughts are hay-wired at the moment towards you. If you respond to his desires with your vocal agreement, he won't hesitate to slip into your heat, groaning in relief at the way your core swallows every inch of his cock and soon, he'll pound you into the mattress. ''Binnie'', you ask as he slows down to see your sex taking in his cock, he hums, placing his head in between your breasts or on your chest, listening, ''Go faster please.'', which he chuckles and immediately agrees too. When you release and neither of you are ready to fall back asleep, he tugs you towards the window- one of your favourite places to have sex, it was where he took you when you had sex for the first time. Your chest against the glass, he takes you from behind, quietening himself to hear your moans and whimpers and well-demands. Demands which when came from you, he would easily comply too.

Inseong:

His sounds? Beautiful.

I'll try out this idea as well, since you asked about expression during sex: speaking. Perhaps out of excitement, he'll tell you stuff from the top of his head. Sweet words like, ''You're so beautiful'', ''so pretty, my love'', or whisper to you, ''I'm so excited'' always eliciting a a beautiful laugh from you, ''heh, cutie'', you may reply with this nickname which soothes his ears and tickles his sides with excitement. The first couple of time you have sex, he may be serious, furrowing his brows in concentration on how he is feeling. Accordingly, his sounds may alert you to his status, breathy moans are his main type of vocalisation he would let out, maybe when you suck him off or you have sex. He may even struggle on sounds the first couple of time but it's something that he doesn't dwell on too much after speaking to you about it, ''Don't worry, just let out how you feel about it.'' you said and he did exactly that. His type of sex with you is to make every moment last, each significant piece of memory stamped with your intimacy on it. When he eases himself into the comfort of having sex with you, he'll start to tell you jokes, inciting a bright atmosphere between you two. Armed with his jokes, he'll make you laugh and it'll always be something between you two, leading to or being inside jokes, never something from outside your intimate space. He's also the type to make a haven out of you bedroom space, together, you would attach a cover above your bed and leave the lights on, glazing your naked bodies like sleeping in a tent under the stars, except that it is in your bedroom. The space is safe, free to speak each other about anything and everything. During discussions, he would love to hold you, your waist or lean on his elbows and listen to you, about your day and how you are feeling. It's there that you'll make love to one another, setting each other's minds free from the ongoing troubles and/or enjoying your peace. He's got a nickname for you, maybe something from your name that he'll tell you really sweetly when he starts his conversation with you as he enters you. He'll pay attention to your sounds, ''You feel good baby?'' is his question, filled with his innocence behind them. You nod. ''Fuck- I feel so good baby'' is one of them, he'd whimper it out, followed by his stuttering moans, open and filling your ears. He sounds absolutely beautiful. ''Seongie, let me take care of you'', ''You don't have to baby'' he'll say and if you do continue, he'll go on to then lose himself in the pleasure you give, you curiously peeking eyes at his state that once your eyes connect, he doesn't leave your gaze.

Jaeyoon:

Regal Jaeyoon

He's got it out for you in the most playful way possible. He could've met you just yesterday, last week, two months ago or you've been childhood friends, regardless he sees the beauty in you. He's got many sides to him as does everyone, but unlike being around them, he understands that he can freely show them to you for example, his anger which would not be a suitable look on the king-to-be. When he's angry, he paces around in the study room before thinking that he should ask you for your opinion. So he comes to your room in the palace or picks you up outside your house, sitting side by side on the stone sculptures that are topped with granite to make for a seat or just to hang by when looking outside, swinging his legs. His hand on the cool granite and yours are not far from one another, he wishes to hold your hand and to hold you in his arms but he's not sure, he would want you to be okay with it first. But how does he get there? You can bet that he'll chase you around the market, his heart beating extra fast when he catches you. Having just recently figured out his feelings for you, he hesitates to tickle you as he usually does, instead he feels the need, the desire to connect your lips. His lips are soft and warm and he tastes of a fruit he just ate, apple or mango slices and to him, your response is everything. Your hands wander up his coat lapels, reaching his shirt collar and tugging him closer, lovingly. He giggles when you break away and he can't stop the smile that lights his whole expression, looking at you with possibly all the love in in his eyes and he doesn't notice that this occurs whenever he looks at you. ''Jaeyoon...'' you start, chuckling when he's just about to kiss you but then he pulls away to hear what you have to say, nodding to tell you that he's listening. You laugh at his adorable movement, bringing him closer for another kiss, ''I have so many questions'', ''shoot!'' he adorably says but you shake your head instead, wrapping your hands around him and the two of you bring yourselves together, under the bright summer lights and muffled screeching of seagulls arguing over who gets the last bread crumb.

I'm not sure if Jaeyoon's one for semi-public sex or not, I've been quite conflicted in my thoughts about this. He may not be or he may be, especially if he's horny for you, more often that not, in places he shouldn't do. Imagine that you are moving to a new place, your sofa is strapped at the back of the moving truck. He's going to drive you but he's not ready to move the truck all morning. He'd let you know that he's in the mood by having you in his arms and well grabbing your ass, dipping his hand in between your thighs, ''y/n, I want you.'', he'd say, plain and simple. You'd kiss and kiss till he's settle you down on the sofa, the truck parked in between two tall structures on a sun-out, non-traffic studded cobble road. ''Really?'', you shouldn't be surprised as you look at your boyfriend rolling on the condom and entering you, ''Really?'', ''yes'', he says laughing, ''Yes baby, god I love you so much.'', he's overcome with emotions. He loves when you grab his ass during sex, especially when he has you under him, filling you up with his cock till he's released and is looking around, tugging his trousers up. He gives you his hand, leading you into the front seats. For whatever reason, he doesn't let go of your hand, ''So you going to drive or?'', ''I'm not sure that we should leave right now.'', ''We need to be there by noon, it's already oh!- five thirty. We have to leave now.'', ''Okay'' he nods, picking up the pace to your new house. You unload all your stuff into the house and then, it's the cardboard boxes. He's looking around, trying to make this work. At the back his mind, he knows that he's going to help you unpack and maybe even move in with you but for now, he's a little distracted. You can't help but ask, ''Babe'', ''Huh?'', ''What's going on? You are just staring at the boxes'', you say smiling when you spell it out. ''I'm just uh- come here?'', you go over, going to look at something. He sits on one of the boxes and pulls you onto his lap, placing soft kisses along your neck. The ache in his groin stirs and he groans into your neck. The image of you having sex moments ago is still engrained into his head, your sweaty skin and visual expressions, sounds are still on his mind. He gently slips your open shirt over your shoulders and your bra strap along with it, placing a kiss on your breast, hands wandering up and down your waist all the time. ''Don't stress over the move, you've got a lot of time.''. The moment is forever in your mind, fresh or not, it's a significant period of time, the time in between a few moments ago and getting accustomed to your new house. You manage to find a place outside, on the lawn with it's fresh grass, your clothes off and him making love to you. All the energy he had before comes back, as the sounds of hips snapping against yours can be heard as compared to his words, ''You're so beautiful'' and other random mumblings about you. It's too sweet. The scene I imagine now is that you are riding him in your new background, his back on the grass and you circle your hips, steadying yourself on his toned tummy. His moans sound sweet, just like when he whines softly, muffled, stuttering ever so often. When he's close and the snapping of your hips grow quicker, his moans get more breathy and the look on his face is one as a result of his closeness to releasing. The look of his as he releases could best describe the phrase, 'like the crashing of waves on a summer day'.

Dawon | Lee Sanghyuk:

Oh, what a cutie! His part in Fanatic!

I have an inkling that he sounds pretty when he's in his element of safety and comfort around you and especially, with you. Let's take our imaginations somewhere, possibly fun!: With his regal stage outfit, the one of blue and white, imagine that you meet him in Narnia, transported via the painting. The room that was once filled with water from the Sea on High Waters painting leaves you and washes you onto a beach of an island, dry. You are surprised but also pleasantly happy to be back, it's been some time since you've seen your relatives. Forward, there's nothing for miles except for water, happily splashing around in the midst of a summer day where breeze gently blows past your ears. Behind are walls of rock of an impossible feat, at least to climb. Further on top, you have to squint to see, there are the unmistakable green flashes of leaves and trees with sways a result of stronger breeze. On this beach is where you meet Sanghyuk. He's dressed in a way that a royal would, if not, that's how he walks, along with his soldiers. The buttons to his sleeveless blue coat are open and his crew look tired, as if it's been a long journey here. ''Excuse me, who are you?'' he asks customarily, not sensing any danger. His soldiers hang back but not too far. ''I'm...'' but you are lost for words. How do you explain it? Crowned by Aslan? You have no idea who they are. ''Come with me" he says, looking here and there, urgency in his tone. It's funny how he disarms your cautiousness, with his honesty and personality- humour that goes straight to your heart. ''Give me a minute'', he mentions to one of his crew members and with that, he shows you past the railing of the huge boat. It has it's name engraved in white right below you but you can't make out it's name. ''See, after we crash landed- the storms'' he clarifies, ''we've been stuck here''. He smiles even as he says it and then you realise, even in such a terrifying situation, how beautiful his smile is. He's optimistic, it should help with the rest of your journey, you think. And it does. You begin. Just before you make your first stop, you encounter magic in the form of gold, so much gold just scattered all over the valley. A trap. Anybody who came here died. You found skeletons under all of it. ''We need to get out of here'', at that moment, dust swarms your vision in a regulated dance, as if it has had time to practice on all the people that came before. You collectively shudder at the thought but at the end, you live. It is your bravery and ever longing passion to fight for what is right that impresses him. Along the way, you tell him the truth, one secret for the other except that it's not a secret and neither of you have anything to hide. Because it's something to be hidden either. You get to know one another after that, introduced properly after your revelations. You find somewhere inside the forest to rest, on a thin sheet, here to rest for the night. You are anxious. He hovers over you, running his hands up and down your arms. Soothing you, that is the feeling, with him it feels safer, almost as if your anxiety about the previous fight has been sucked away, into the lost abyss of any voice in this forest. His crew members are searching. ''Look at me'', he says, softly, like a command but sincerely, ''Does it work on your crew, when you speak to them like that?'' you tease softly from under him, curiously committing his features to memory. Out of all your adventures, this one was going to be your favourite, you could tell. ''If they knew..'' he trails off sweetly kissing your neck, ''They would never leave me alone.'', he ends with a chuckle. You chuckle at it too. You take in a breath and it occurs to you that as much as you are relaxed, you haven't taken a breath in a while. He eyes you, keenly, wondering if you should be okay with this. Your secrets are out in the open and he has no reason to worry, the last thought along calms him. ''Less talking Hyukie'', you murmur, grappling at his coat lapels. He perks up, it is because of the name. That name, he thinks, uttered

so softly, containing so much love. It is as if you read his mind that you murmur once again, ''Hyukie'', ever so softly now, drawing him upwards and connecting your lips to his. The world is silenced, it's noise drowned out as well your tension, long forgotten now. He loves the nickname. It stirs him up, the way you say it, how you say it, he wants to keep hearing it. Then is the other concern that he will never see you after this, that you will be transported back to the world beyond the painting you came from.

He pushes it away as he reveals your top, exposing the curve of your breast ever so beautifully. And then he makes the brave move of uncovering your breasts, lingering his lips over the supple skin. Your stretch marks or not, your tattoos or not, or not, he kisses the skin, taking your perky bud into his mouth. He makes you gasp, swallowing the bud into his mouth and flickering his tongue around it. It's so arousing. There's a fire in your belly, of all the things he does to you, he cares for you. There's enough room for that. The most poignant is his voice, his groan when he's entering you, holding you and gasping at the unholy loving expression on your face. There are some things about you like your moans as he makes your toes curl and his face when you release for the nth time throughout that would make him release, immediately, on the spot, if he were to ever witness it if the two of you were not under such circumstances. He wants to hold you close to him, to relish in these moments he has with you because he doesn't know when it's going to finish, the expedition or- what the two of you have. So he does exactly that, gasping so prettily when you straddle him, ''You're so pretty you know?'' you can't help but say. Everything about the way he sees you right now, through hooded eyes that struggle to stay open because he wants to see, to commit, your waist that he holds as he guides you up and down on his cock, the way your breasts bounce, your expression and how you can't hold in your moans. From this position, you feel him in deeper, he moves his hands from your waist to holding your own, gently coaxing another release out of you. He takes in everything and moves in tandem with you, like two people on opposite sides of a street, instinctively walking when they see the signal turn green. Visually, he absorbs everything which is why, he couldn't be finished, not now. You lay in his arms, awake at almost six in the morning when the sun is barely peeking out from behind the mountains. You have a conversation about moments before when he awoke to you rustling your trousers on. He has his arms wrapped around you, like he doesn't want you to leave and from you confessing that you like him moments earlier, you suspect that you won't go now. His insatiability comes back when confesses that he likes you to, swathing you in his kisses, making you moan and grab him everywhere as you ask him of all the things he would gladly do for you.

Rowoon | Kim Seokwoo:

Possible au?, I'm in love with au's these days: I suspect that Seokwoo would introduce you to his cabin that is not to far away from civilisation. He could have met you as a new neighbour who recently moved into town and someone you grew close to very quickly or more towards the angel/demon au trope, he rescues you from a little accident which explain why he lives where he lives, there is nobody to bother him but is close enough for him to gather supplies. Truthfully, you could think of anything but the main principle applies: he is someone that you can trust and a person who lives in a balance of ambience and peacefulness whilst having fun. Every resident is excited since winter usually prolongs the days, making it seem as if its been cold for very long which some people enjoy and some people don't. Either way, summer dwindles the ice on the tree leaves, reducing it to puddles but it also brings out the playful sounds of birds and children and adults playing in the parks. If you are the new resident, he makes it a point to show you around, the parks, the offices, the restaurants, places to shop and relax. He also catches feelings for you, much more in a slow burn kind of way than fast falling and right from the start. Little touches or closeness makes him pause a beat and think about what he felt but sometimes he doesn't get that chance of thinking. It just occurs-when he's flustered. Say for example that you touch his hand or stand close to him, the proximity rises pink onto his cheeks, a prominent colour on him. You definitely go on a trip together, maybe a picnic on a day that is not particularly windy. This is different from meeting up outside of work or going on little adventures to the restaurants to try out a new cuisine or the pub or for shopping groceries. It's possible that he may not be shopping for himself but he'll accompany you where you go. All the times you go on a picnic are special to him, especially if you make some food for it, he'll appreciate it gladly but if you don't, he'll make it a point to make something. If you feed him, be assured that at first he may pull back but will like it very much, like the type that you love on second tries and continue loving it. It's then at the picnics that he'll gravitate towards what you like, he's curious in your tastes for example cotton candy or sweets or what games you like to play and your life before you came to this place. At pubs, you know what you like but he's not afraid to try out something new. It may be something that he'll want to share with you. Going to the pub becomes a thing when you want to speak to the other, tell each other about your day and eat and drink but most of all, to see the other person. Grocery shopping is well, the domestic side of him that makes you melt with his recommendations after staying in the place for so long that he knows what's good and what's not. It's only after you acknowledge your feelings for one another that he dwells on his sexual feelings for you, growing them one by one.

His voice is husky and it feels weird for me to describe it in this way but very naturally, it's a part of him. A part that you love. When he sees you from the back and surprises you, his voice makes it never sound like a surprise. Instead it soothes the tense posture you immediately assumed when you felt a figure come from behind you. His hugs are bear hugs, that he showers you with constantly, when he sees you, to hold you when you are upset and even when he is. When he nestles into your neck on a gloomy day, he can feel his stress seep away and bring something better- calm. It only goes to say then that when you make love, he loves to hold you in his arms, thrusting into your core. His moans make your feverish with delight, with a reflection of the icy weather melting into little puddles. It also become something that the two of you do, mutual masturbation, when you make out and as if on cue, you giggle and pull part. You lay on your back and he hovers above you, stroking his cock, small, breathy moans falling from his lips at the wonderous sight in front of him. At first if you are shy, he'll coax you softly with his voice, whispering, ''You can do this'', that little edge that it takes to soothe your mind and give it a go. In his eyes, you are a beauty and to see you fill yourself with your fingers makes him have to hold onto something, like grip the end of the bed or it's sheets tightly. After you release, he may take you to some other part of his cabin, maybe the kitchen to eat something but distracted by your naked body will he rub his cock in between your ass cheeks, putting you onto the counter and taking you from behind. In the way that makes your mouth fall open.

Zuho | Baek Juho:

Frustrated typing at his keyboards fills the room drawing a raise of your eyebrows half way up your forehead at the absolute demolition you hear. He leans back in his chair, sighing, ''You know, when was it?'', ''hm?'' he turns to you. The same chair he uses for producing, you are currently in his studio. ''Jaeyoon said that you couldn't game because you would... destroy the keyboard.'' and you have to laugh at this. He pretends to be unimpressed but a small smile peaks up in automatic response to seeing you smile. After seeing his expression, you laugh even more, his arms are crossed and he's staring at you as if to say, ironic but he won't say it out of a false hope at retaliation. You were pretty good, alright but to him, it was wonders! How could you do such stuff?! Moments later, he quits the game and opens a file, the studio grows peaceful as the keys of the keyboard are tapped in near silence, a huge contrast to the clickety-boom!-clackety of before. You grow bored. Feet shuffle from behind him and onto his lap, distracting him from his hold on his mouse and screen, your figure covers it. He smiles, innocently, very cutely in fact as you play with the material of his jumper, feeling his embrace bring him in-line with your chest which he nuzzles into. He sighs, asking, ''do you want to take a break?'', eliciting a yes! in thought and sound, tugging him to the sofa. The sofa is... comfy. You lay on it, extending your arms. He settles into them, hugging your waist and resting on your tummy. ''Ju?'', you ask, waiting a beat, ''How is it going?'', another way of asking his progress on the song, further leading to when you can listen to it. It's as if he knows your true questions because he says, ''Soon'', voice muffled by his hiding in your tummy. He pulls your top up, staring for a beat with a look that takes your breath away. His eyes... they marvel in deep thought that you think you know what he's about to ask you for your ''talk'' later. Your breath is taken away. You know what he wants to say, it's on the tip of your tongue but you can't voice it. Surely, you want to hear it from him even more. You would marvel even more then. ''Let's have that talk now?'', your breath hitches, pauses in your throat. He's got more reasons to come inside of your now and the thoughts makes your core ache. You squeeze your thighs together out of reflex. You sit up and so does he, his hands rests on your thigh. You can feel the heat from his legs that are so close to yours, suddenly becoming aware of his cologne that invades your senses. He reaches for your hand, eyes wide, looking around before he starts, ''Babe, I-'' but stops short. You hum, realising that it's importance made him pause. You give him an encouraging look, ''Go on, just say it, blurt it out, anything baby'', squeezing his hand in comfort. He sees your eyes, the love they have in them and he just says it, without a pause or hesitation. ''I want to have a baby, with you of course.'', he says and the last part provokes laughter. ''A baby?'', you ask, he nods, ''With me?'', now he sees that you are teasing and pulls back, ''But why? Why with me?''. Your laughter and playful teasing ease the tension he feels. At least you aren't averse to the idea. When you stop laughing, you reach to cusp his cheeks, ''Baby, I'd like that idea.''. Those words are enough for him to lose his mind. He thought that this decision would take time, weeks if not for just one day but his questions have been answered. Just like that, his shock wears off. It takes him less than a second to pull you up and start jumping around, out of pure joy. He sobers up pretty quickly though, must faster than you anticipate, he's pulling his stuff off the table, switching off the lights. ''Home?'' you ask, taking the lead. When you get into the car, you say, ''This is kinda funny, we couldn't possibly be running home for this.'', ''Why not?'', ''There's no expiry, at least not for now. We've got... time.'', ''Yes?'', ''Yes'' you confirm, nodding your head, heading home. ''Also, why are we going home?'' you ask,

''What do you mean?'' he replies, not believing why you have no idea that you're leaving his studio early. ''It feels weird to leave early.'', you want to stop over somewhere. He sees your anxiousness, ''Lets stop over the station and buy something to eat.'', pointing at the turn. When you get out of the car, you can finally breathe, leaving the anxiety accompanied by your decision earlier. He takes your hand, holding your cheek and pulling you closer. He needed to do this. To give you a kiss which he first places very delicately on your cheek and then on the corner of your lips, finally on your lips. The moment is everlasting. He cups both your cheeks, gently, kissing you lovingly as if to say a multitude of unspoken things.

*sigh*, dear anon, I did it again: I strayed off-topic. I should be ashamed but the above writing is gold so I will include the little titbits after this: Ju's voice colours everything he feels, even if it's just a little bit, his hands may twitch or he'll sound a low sound that will alert you of what he's feeling. His best sound is when he gasps, it's not too much neither too little. He throws his head back and his back arches, it takes a small breath for him to resume. The scene I imagine as I write this is him receiving a blowjob. Otherwise, he would love to try out having sex in new places with you. Against the counter? Having you lean against it as his cock fills you up? Slowly, lovingly? He's all for it, whatever or wherever you imagine yourself to be, with him.

Yoo Taeyang:

We'll start from the end: when he releases, his soft pants are capturing, distracting you even a little from your agenda of releasing your juices around his cock. His favourite position to have you ride his cock with your hands clutching his waist, circling your hips on his, he can't control the haziness that cloud his expression. His hands wander a lot though, to your nipples, pinching them but ever so often, he feels like tasting you. Having you in his mouth, to swirl his tongue around and relish in the beauty of how you taste. He brings you down, close to his chest so that he can take your bud in his mouth, ''I neglected this didn't I?'' and at your whines, he nods, chuckling, ''I'm sorry about that...'', trailing off to add extra vibration of pleasure that travel straight south. He's charismatic, without even trying.

Imagine another set of scenarios: Taeyang punishing. It's at a party, in a house containing lots of rooms save for the fact that the party is only on the first floor, you know that it's progress to the upper floors throughout the night. He takes you somewhere remote, messily clashing his lips against yours, tugging at your clothes. You've moved past the need for words. On your knees, you take his cock, bobbing your head and for the god lack of co-ordination, you stumble at first but he's quick to reassure you that you can do whatever for the first couple of times because he'll teach you well. His yelp is disappointingly loud when you playfully run your teeth along his cock and you peer up, to see his heated eyes, out of annoyance. ''On purpose?'' is the question that his expression seeks to answer but to which there is no answer. His moans are concealed when his hands land harshly on your ass, his cock red and hard no doubt. But instead, you pant and so does he, his breathing heavy and he struggles to stop just to fill you up. There's a hint of body worship that peeks out there, running his hands up and down your body, even into the dip in between your legs, coating his fingers in your juices. He loses control for a bit there, turning you around and kissing you with such high energy. His feelings for you- all over the place. In surprise, to contrast his previous energy, he gets down on his knees. He wants to. One leg over his shoulder, he dives in to taste your juices, placing kitten licks everywhere before pumping you with his digits, sucking greedily and only after he's wrecked you with one release or more as seen by your quivering thighs and shaking body but heated for more does he come back on top. If you don't think that you could release one more time, he's completely okay with it, equally loving your mouth on his cock that pushes him over the edge, once again with sheer force.

How about a best friends to lovers au now?: The suspect of loving you in this long-winded game is Taeyang, long-winded as in the past couple of months you've gotten to know one another. He's straightforward, to tell you that he likes you when the chance is there, an electric energy present, just before the two of you are about to kiss. He tells you how he feels about you. From there, your words satiate his nervous composure with relaxation. He kisses you, somewhat compose, majorly giddy from your confessions. He kisses you till your back hits the covers, passionately. Kissing your breasts (or chest), he loves to uncover you, to take his time, rocking his hips against yours in a pace that is just in between making love and fucking, he'll take your hot skin into his mouth, nipping and sucking and then hold your hands above your head, when a release rips through you. His groans beautifully grace your ears when he releases, kissing you once again. He would settle in beside you, giggling about what just occurred with a smile so shiningly bright or go to sleep and then wake up later to explore your attractions to one another, once again.

Hwiyoung | Kim Youngkyun:

Kyun has attitude

I'm sure that it may be not what you asked for but what is this blog without my ramblings??: When you first have sex together, he reaches for you. To touch you, to feel you and to remember every intimate moment he has with you. He'll feel your body, every part of you, your cheeks, chest, waist, tummy, inner thighs, backside and even places where stretch marks and/ or tattoos lie because those are personal to you. He'll show you and perhaps even tell you that your body is beautiful, multiple times. A beautiful session of making love follows. Where every moment is spent in each others arms as he fills you again and again, revelling in the sounds you make, Your cries, moans, whimpers incite him to hold you and continue his love-making.

His sounds vary but the majority are audible: his grunts when he enters you, his moans when he holds the headboard as he fucks into you or his cries that he let's out into the crook of your neck as you ride him. When he receives a blowjob, he doesn't hide his moans but it's not about hiding, he wants you to know. All in all, his sounds are low in tone, very pretty and arousing.

A little story for you, dear anon: It's summer! Unlike the others, this one is comparatively cooler. The breeze blows past your cheeks. You return home to find Youngkyun with an apron tied around his waist, delicately chopping the food and placing them into the utensil. The apron is an adorable sight that crinkles your eyes. For your boyfriend that regularly throws gang signs, it adds to the overall clarity of his cute demeanour. "Babe" you start your greetings but upon seeing you, he immediately throws off his apron and comes towards you, eliciting peels of laughter from you. He picks you up and places kisses all over your cheeks, ''I missed you'', he says, pouting. At your smile, he takes you to the bedroom, placing you on the bed. You wait, smiling, he's changing, ''Right now?'', ''Right now'', he nods, energy on full blast. He straddles you, placing smooth kisses everywhere, ''You are so pretty, you know that?'' he whispers, taking off your top and bottom. "Babe, really, how was your day?" you ask, the both of you laugh at the question as you switch positions, straddling him instead. Filling yourself up with his cock, you hear his little grunt upon entering and a sigh of relief comes from the both of you when he's completely in. The sounds he makes is beautiful in every tone. His hands on your backside guide your hips along his cock and ever so often, he let's out these pretty high-pitched moans, throwing his head back and swallowing all the arousal flooding through his body. You chuckle, moaning in his mouth as you give him a soft kiss. After you release, droplets of sweat can be seen on both of you and pink clouds his face, heated. Panic sets in his features. "What's going on-?" you ask, he doesn't move but points to the door, "the food". "We have to go save it", you say, little, displaced confessionals occurring now. You go to the kitchen and while he assesses for damage, you lean on your elbow, peeking at him in his naked form. It would very hard to argue with him if he was naked, you think. He nods, picking you and placing you on the counter, cuddling you. The moment could last forever. In between your legs, he doesn't bother with anything but laying peacefully in the crook of your neck, "Baby, I love you, I also feel like this was overdue", you chuckle, "of course not peach, I love you too" you say. A beat later, he kisses your neck, not hesitating to take a little bite that draws a laugh from you, ''Kyun!'', ''huh, babe?'' is his honest reply as he continues, till his mouth has reached your core.

Chani:

He grasps the back of your head, gently easing you along his cock. Eagerly, he watches your mouth swallow his cock, his own growing dry at the sight. A slight twitching to be expected, you chuckle at the expression on his face, ''Chani'', you take yourself off his cock, snapping his attention to you. Truthfully, he was so aroused by the sight, he lost himself in it. You chuckle, brushing away strands of hair from his face. ''What is it?'', you ask to which he responds by taking you hands in his and squeezing ever so subtly to let you know that nothing is wrong, ''I was just staring, I'm sorry-'' he goes to apologise but you shake your head, already knowing that he was absorbing the visuals. He is surprised that his mouth works, could he even speak after watching something so heavenly? He's not sure that words could be formed. He leans on one hand, sitting on the bed with you in between his legs, taking him into your mouth once more, eliciting a groan from him, soft to begin with, accompanied by the scrunch of his nose at the feeling of warmth. He looses him hand on the back of your head when he feels like he's about to fall on his back. Your hands slowly trail up his inner thighs, squeezing the flesh along the way, pumping his shaft to kitten lick his tip, a trail of saliva coating your mouth and connecting to his tip. His eyes, although occasionally close out of pure arousal, he makes sure that they are open. By the time he's about to release, a layer of sweat lines his pink-dusted, heated temples. When he's close, his moans grow louder and he pants, making unconfigurable noises. The words that he wants to tell you, how he's feeling, how good you are for him and to him get strangled in his throat, instead coming out as muffled noises and quivering thighs. If you let him release into your mouth, he collapses on his back after as you straddle him. After a few moments, he would be in the mood to eat you out and have sex with you after. If you take him out of your mouth and pump him, he would prefer to release all over your backside, your butt that he'll repeatedly squeeze and even take a bite out off when he eats you out before he fills you up. He's ready to make love with you, surprising you and himself with his energy, pent-up, ''I'm surprised'', ''About what? This?'', ''Yes, very much.'', ''Babe, look at me.'', ''Huh?'', ''After sleeping for half your life, you have accumulated these reserves of energy...'', ''Babe please'' he says, stifling his laughter at your teasing.

For his sounds, he could also be non audible. For whatever it is that the two of you are doing, he could be exploring what he is feeling, especially the first couple of times that he has sex or receives a blowjob or mutually masturbates, a new situation.

How about a detective Chani au?: He's a rough character, particularly because of his past experiences in his job, naming more death than life, he once found it hard to stay afloat all the floating bodies in his nightmares. He's been there and he's not willing to go back, he's struggling and he knows. In this au, you are a random stranger, cross-pairing from a different department to hunt down a very articular group of organised crime. Around you, his control on his behaviour slips, like his physical affection and how much he speaks, he guards himself on a daily basis, stubborn to keep it that way. He fights with you, demeaning you and when he hears your words, they ring in his ears and also bring about a familiar, painful feeling in his chest. Even when he kisses you. He's rough, pushing you on your hands and knees, taking you from behind. Then, unconsciously, he brings you to his chest when he realises that you must be close and praises you, ''You're doing so well''. He also realises that he wants you by his side. You don't pretend to know who he is, despite his true horror stories of dead backlogging teams and ruined missions, unlike the people he works with. Guilt long suppressed clouds his chest, it's a weird feeling, even when the two of you are done and you take him into your arms. He's crying. You give him some space. He looks up when you come back into the room with water and some tissues, ''Here, tell me why you've been such a dick.''.