#also i don't blame reader for being mad bc i would be too

[johnsbleu]

Hold My Hand: John Wick x Reader 162

warnings: none hmh masterlist

NYC at night is a whole experience. The cars honking, people laughing together and yelling at one another the next minute, the man on the corner near the bookshop who always plays the sax--you always drop a few bucks in there every time you pass him. It’s just…magical. John doesn’t find it so magical but he’s a kind of a butthead sometimes. That was said with affection, of course.

Jimmy has been talking about doing a pub crawl for years, and he’s finally planned one all out. You’re not much of a drinker, no one in your group really is, but it’s the experience and atmosphere that everyone is looking forward to the most, and of course getting to spend time without kids around. You’ve already been to two bars now, and you’re on your way to the third right now where Aurelio and Amanda are waiting.

Holding hands with John, you swing your hands back and forth and grin when he looks over at you. He leans down to give you a kiss, then he wraps his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer.

John leans closer and whispers in your ear, “You look beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you,” you tilt your head back, smiling at him.

Jimmy holds the door open for you all to head into the next bar, and you look back to see him whispering to John. He says something back to Jimmy and shrugs his shoulders, and Jimmy claps him on the back. Suspicious. You stop and raise your brows, and John smiles and wraps his arms around your waist.

“What was that about?”

“Nothing.” he whispers in your ear, then he kisses your cheek, “Gonna get something to drink. Want anything?”

You shake your head, “No, I’m good. I’ll sip off whatever you have.”

“Whiskey?” he asks, and you scrunch your face a little. “Whiskey sour?”

“Yeah! I want the cherry!” you smile, and he presses a kiss to your lips before walking over to the bar.

Jimmy is standing near the table with everyone else, so you walk over to him and lightly punch him in the stomach. He dramatically doubles over and groans before he stands up and looks at you with a goofy grin on his face.

“Look, I'm not usually nosy, but I am tonight, so what are you whispering to John about?”

“Nothing.” he laughs, glancing over at John at the bar.

You put your hands on your hips and give him a stern look, “James.”

“Nothing, I promise. It’s nothing bad.” he says, and you squint your eyes at him in hopes that he’ll spill something. “I promise, Y/N. It’s nothing bad. Would I lie to you?”

“Well, no, but you two are best friends and if he’s talking to you about something and not me, then I wanna know what it is. I know that makes me an overbearing wife, but he would do the exact same thing with Tess--he has!”

Jimmy laughs, “What makes you think he’s talking to me about something?”

“You two have been whispering to each other all night and he was at your place for hours yesterday!”

“I just needed his help with something. You were more than welcome to tag along.”

You frown a little, “I don’t think he wanted me to tag along.”

“He did,” Jimmy smiles softly, “When doesn’t he want you to tag along?”

You frown even more, “Wait, he wanted me to come with?”

“Of course he did! I don’t think John feels like John unless you’re around.” he says, and you put your hand over your heart, “Dude, I’m not kidding, the guy is obsessed with you. So, trust me when I say, it’s nothing bad. We just had a talk last night.”

You immediately perk up, “A talk?”

“Fuck…” he puts his hand over his mouth, “Seriously, Y/N, I promise it’s nothing bad.”

“He hates me.” you say, and Jimmy starts to laugh, “Nope, he hates me and he wants a divorce.”

Jimmy continues to laugh, “No, he just needed to talk to me about something that he couldn’t talk to you about, okay? He just needed a guy’s advice.”

“Well…that doesn’t make me feel any better.” your voice is so quiet that it’s easily swallowed up by the music, and you look up at Jimmy.

“Fuck, you look so sad…”

You shrug, “Why can’t he talk to me? I’m his wife.”

“It’s not like that,” he says, then he looks up to see John coming over, “Look, I promise it’s not bad. I know he’s my best friend, but I wouldn’t lie to you.”

You slouch a little when John brings drinks over for everyone, then he turns to you and holds up the drink, showing you that he got an extra cherry. You give me a small smile and try not to cry when you feel your eyes starting to burn.

John doesn’t keep secrets and you don’t either, so you’re wondering why he won’t talk to you but he’ll talk to Jimmy about something. Sure, it could be something totally male related that he doesn’t want to talk about with you, but you’ve shared some pretty gross stuff with him and have always felt he’d do the same thing with you. Now this puts you in the position of spiraling all night.

You could just ask him, pull him aside and talk to him, but you already know he’d never want to talk about it while you’re out with friends, and whatever it is that he talked to Jimmy about wasn’t something he wants to talk to you about anyway, so there’s no point.

“Having fun?” John whispers in your ear, and you nod when you look at him. He rubs his hand on your back and pats it before he walks over to Aurelio when he holds up some darts.

Sitting down at the table, you look over at John and watch as he chats with Aurelio, then he looks at Jimmy when he walks over. He says something to make Aurelio laugh loudly, but John just chuckles a little, only a smile spreading across his face.

“Oh!” Amanda gasps, and you look over at her as she runs off to hug Lauren when she walks in with her husband, Anthony.

That has to be it! John was probably just nervous because Anthony would be hanging out with you guys again, which you don’t really care about. Anthony used to work with John, but you don’t mind him. He’s pretty cool and you like his wife, Lauren.

You catch Jimmy’s eye when he looks over at the table--most likely checking on Tess--and you gesture to Anthony. Jimmy furrows his brow and shakes his head a little, and you gesture to him again.

Jimmy laughs and walks over to you, “What?”

“Is that why he talked to you? Because Anthony is here?”

“What? No. Y/N, stop worrying about it.”

“I can’t!” you yell over the music, holding Jimmy’s gaze, “Why can’t he talk to me?”

Jimmy sighs and kneels down so he’s eye to eye with you, “Listen to me, he loves you. If I’m telling you that it’s nothing to worry about, then it’s nothing to worry about. I wouldn’t lie to you. You’re like my little sister.”

You nod your head as you look down, “You’re right.”

“Come on, we only have one more bar to go to.” he nudges your arm and smiles, “Have a drink.”

“Okay.” you force a smile and nod your head.

John is standing over with Aurelio still, and you look over at him just as he looks at you. He gives you a small smile and holds up his drink to show you the cherry in it, and you shrug and turn your back to him.

__

The car ride back to Mill Neck wasn’t bad since you rode back with Tess and Amanda. Aurelio and Jimmy are in the car with John--both of them are absolutely wasted, so you’re sure John is loving that. Amanda had a few drinks and doesn’t feel fit enough to drive home, so they’ll be crashing at Tess’ house.

“Hey,” Amanda turns around and taps your leg, “You okay? You’ve been so quiet.”

You shrug and look at her from the backseat, “I’m okay.”

“Goose…” Tess leans up to look in the rearview mirror, “Talk to us.”

“Jimmy said that John needed to talk to him last night for ‘guy advice’ and I’m pretty sure he’s going to divorce me now because he probably thinks I’m hideous or he’s just sick of me being clingy, or these last two weeks without me around all the time has made him realize what a mistake he made and now he’s ready to just walk out and leave,” you sigh loudly once you get it all out, “He needed to talk to Jimmy about something that he couldn’t talk to me about.”

Amanda looks at Tess for a moment before they both burst out laughing. You watch them from the backseat and cross your arms over your chest until they stop.

“I’m sorry,” Amanda looks at you and reaches back to touch your knee, “But that is just plain stupid.”

“He’s crazy about you. Are you kidding me?” Tess adds, and you look at her, “You know he’s crazy about you.”

You shrug, “Maybe he’s not anymore.”

“These last two weeks have been a lot for you, babe,” Tess smiles softly, “But I’m sure it’s not what you think it is. Talk to him when you get home. I’ll bet he’s just waiting for a moment alone to talk to you.”

You shrug one shoulder, “Maybe.”

Tess pulls into her driveway and puts the car in park, and you hug her and Amanda before heading across the street to your house. Just as you come around the hedges, you bump into John’s solid chest.

“Oh, I was coming to get you.” he wraps his arm around you to keep you from falling, and you look up at him, “I thought you’d wait for me.”

“I didn’t know you were coming to get me…”

John laughs, “Of course I was. It’s almost 1 in the morning. I wasn’t going to let you walk over here alone in the dark.”

That’s love. John definitely still loves you.

“Oh.” you blink a few times and shrug, “Well, we better get home.”

John takes your hand and walks with you up the driveway, but he lets go to unlock the door. He steps in and turns on a light, then he smiles when you walk past him. You’re barely in the door before you bend down to take off your shoes. You scoop them up and quickly head up to your room, only stopping for a quick second to pet Bleu. Just as you stand up from putting your shoes in the bottom of your closet, you hear John come up to the bedroom.

“Are you upset with me?”

You turn around and look at him, “Are you upset with me?”

John laughs, “No. So, are you upset with me?”

“No.” you look at him before you pout a little, “Jimmy said you needed guy advice from him…”

“God, Jimmy…” John rubs his hands down his face and sighs, “Did he tell you what we talked about?”

You shake your head, “No, but I always thought that when you’d need someone to talk to, you’d come to me. You have before in the past, and I’m not sure if there’s been a shift in our relationship lately, or I’ve done something to make you feel like you can’t talk to me--”

“We haven’t had sex in almost two weeks.” he says, and you look at him. He puts his hand over his mouth, rubbing his beard before he throws his hands up a little, “We haven’t had sex and I was worried something was going on, so I went to talk to Jimmy. He’s talked to me about that stuff before, so I wanted his advice.”

“Oh.”

John lets out a small laugh almost like he’s embarrassed, “Yeah.”

“Well, were you planning on talking to me?”

“Yeah, tonight when we got home. We stayed out later than I expected.” he says, and you nod your head. He takes a deep breath and lets it out before he steps closer, “You’re still…into me, right?”

You scoff as you look at him, “Are you kidding me? Yes, abso-fucking-lutely.”

This makes John smile, which makes you smile even more.

“You’re still into me, right?” you ask, and John grins as he nods. “I know it’s almost been two weeks…”

“Why?”

You walk over and sit down on the bed, and John joins you. He reaches for your hand and holds it, gently rubbing his thumb against your skin.

“I’ve been so tired…”

John laughs as he nods, “Me too.”

“I feel like I’ve barely hung out with you for the last two weeks. I feel like I’ve barely even seen Ronan. I get called into the shop here and have to drop her off with my parents while you’re in Manhattan.” you look down at your hands and sigh, “The Manhattan shop was such a bad idea. We just struggle.”

“I know,” he sighs, then he looks at you, “But I don’t want to get rid of it.”

You smile, “I wanted one shop. The dream was a shop.”

“I thought having only a few people out there would be the way to go but it’s just getting too busy. I need to hire more people who know what they’re doing.” he admits, and you bite your cheek, “Baby, look at me. It’s all handled, okay? I also talked to Jimmy about that, about running a business, and he was a great help. He gave me some advice, so I’m going to follow that advice.”

“It’s gotten more popular than expected. Word must have gotten out that it’s John Wick’s shop,” you say, and he lets out a small laugh. “People probably come in and search through books for hidden weapons.”

John bumps your shoulder as he laughs, then he wrap his arm around you, “I have some interviews lined up for this week. We’ll figure this out.”

“Didn’t we just deal with this?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault that your bookstore is gaining so much popularity!”

You start to laugh as you look at him, “I thought you hated me or something.”

“What?” he looks genuinely baffled and a little hurt, “Baby, that’s not going to happen. Ever. I have missed you more than you can even know lately. My time has been so divided between the shops and I’ve barely gotten to see my two favorite girls.”

“So, what are we going to do?”

John takes a deep breath, “I have it all figured out. That’s why I was at Jimmy’s house last night for so long. When I came home, Ro was in bed and so were you.”

“You could have woken me up…”

“For sex?” he asks incredulously before he starts to laugh, “I’m not an idiot, peach. And I’d like to keep my arms.”

You laugh, “I wouldn’t have broken your arms and I would have totally been up for sex.”

“Well,” he shrugs as he looks around, “We’re alone now.”

You let out a loud laugh as you flop back on the bed, “Not as hot when it’s planned.”

John hovers above you and rests his hand on your hip, “Why don’t we go down and finish the last of the chocolate cake you made the other night?”

“Cake. Great foreplay,” you whisper as he leans down to kiss you. You pull back and look at him, but he rests his hand on the back of your neck and brings you back to his lips for another sweet kiss. “I love you, John.”

“I love you too,” he smiles softly and pecks you one before he gets up and reaches for your hands to pull you off the bed.

You walk over and grab some pajamas from your dresser, then you quickly undress and put them on while John undresses down to just his boxers and a t-shirt. You both smile at one another as you walk to the door, and John gestures dramatically for you to go first, which makes you laugh since he’s kind of a dork.

“I was surprised to see Anthony and Lauren tonight.”

“Yeah, me too,” John says from behind you as you head down the stairs, “She’s really close with Amanda. I’m sure you’ll start hanging out with her more.”

You shrug, “She’s okay, but she feels more like Amanda’s friend than mine. I don’t think she likes me very much.”

“What?” John looks at you with his brow furrowed when you look at him, “Why wouldn’t she like you? You’re amazing and sweet, and you’re always kind. You’re funny. Did she say something?”

You start to laugh, “The fact that just two minutes ago I was questioning whether you loved me or not is insane.”

John grabs your waist and pulls you to him, “Yes, it is.”

“I just mean…it’s obvious.” you admit, and he starts to laugh as he nods. You close your eyes and shake your head, “It’s so fucking obvious how much you love me. I don’t know why I question it. I don’t know why I’m like this. I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” he smooths your hair back and moves you until your back is against the counter, “You don’t need to apologize, but you do need to just let me love you already and just accept that I do love you.”

You laugh, “Same goes to you, Mr. Wick.”

“Lauren has no reason to not like you.” he says, and you nod. “And I’m sure she does.”

“Yeah, but don’t some of Jimmy’s friends feel like his friends and not yours?” you say, and John nods. “Like that one guy, ugh, what’s his name?”

John laughs, “I know who you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, so he’s more of Jimmy’s friend than yours. You wouldn’t hang out with him without Jimmy.” you shrug your shoulders, “That’s how I feel with Lauren. She’s super nice but I’m not sure what we have in common.”

“I can think of some things, actually.” he leans against the counter and crosses his arms. You hold his gaze and nod when he raises his brows. He’s talking about himself and being with someone just like him; a retired hitman. “Sure, you two might not have everything in common, but you have a few big things in common.”

You chew on your bottom lip a little, “Yeah, that’s true.”

John moves past you to get a plate from the cupboard, then he places a piece of cake on it, “But at the end of the day, I don’t think she doesn’t like you. She’s just Amanda’s friends and that’s okay. When you do hang out with her, she’s nice, isn’t she?”

“Absolutely.”

“Then that’s all that matters.” he says, handing you a fork with a smile on his face, “There’s not a single person in this world who doesn’t like my peach.”

You snort with laughter, “That’s just not true.”

“Is too.” he pecks you quickly and smiles, “Everyone loves you.”

“No, pretty sure that’s not true either.” you laugh, and John shakes his head slowly, “But if you say so…”

John pulls you closer to him and kisses you deeply, “I love you.”

“I love you more.” you kiss him quickly and take a bite of cake while he watches you.

“If you say so.”

__

When John said the new shop was getting busier than usual, he was not joking. There’s no where to park anyway, but the few spots that are out front of the shop are all taken. John says that he can drop you off, then just park behind in the alley and enter through the back door--yes, you made a joke about it.

As soon as you walk inside, you’re faced with a shop full of people. Thankfully none of them are really paying attention to you since they’re actually looking at books. Maya smiles and waves at you, and you give her a wave back before quickly heading downstairs to the office. You drop your things off and head back upstairs to see if they need help with anything. Some people want to see some books in the cases, but John is already there helping someone.

You stand back and smile while you listen to John describe the intricacies of the binding, and you see him light up every time he talks about it. He loves it so much, and it’s something he’s so proud of. After he’s gotten those few people taken care of, he looks over at you and smiles.

“You’re so cute,” you wrap your arms around his waist and smile, “Telling them all about your work. It’s adorable.”

John presses a kiss to the top of your head, “You ready for some interviews?”

“Yes, sir.” you let go of him so you can stand up straight, “Any of them here yet?”

“Not a clue,” he looks around the crowded shop. “Probably best to get most of these people out of here first.”

You and John both branch off to help the remaining customers until there’s only a few people left. It’s usually never this busy, but again, word has clearly spread about John owning the shop. Part of you wonders if he’d want to sell. You wander around the shop to see if there’s anyone else in need of help, then you go downstairs and find John sitting at the desk.

“Hey,” he glances over from his laptop, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” you smile at him, then you take a deep breath, “Do you think we should sell?”

John immediately looks at you, “Not at all. Why? Do you think we should?”

“I mean, if this is going to continue to be a stress for us, then yes, I do.” you admit as he looks at you, “I don’t want you to be stressed out.”

“Baby,” he gets and walks over to kneel in front of you, “That’s why we’re hiring even more people. I’m hiring managers now, so those will be the people who can take care of the big things when we can’t.”

“I guess sometimes you just think of the glamorous side of owning your own business and forget about the other shit that comes with it.” you sigh and look down at your hands, “I’m so sorry I’ve put you in this position.”

John shakes his head, “You did not put me in this position. I wanted to do this. I never knew I wanted to own a bookshop until we started talking about it one day. I want this too. Just because you said it was your dream first doesn’t mean it isn’t mine now too. We’re doing fine.”

“But are we going to hire managers and still have these problems?”

“No, because they will know how to handle it.” he reaches for your hand and squeezes it, “This is what I should have done in the first place. It’s why I asked Jimmy for help. I didn’t want to come to you, like a failure.”

You meet his gaze, ��John, you are not a failure at all. At all. You hear me?”

“I do,” he laughs, leaning up to kiss you, “I hear you. Look, there’s a few people coming in today, so it would be nice if you stayed here for that.”

“Of course.” you stand up and watch as John moves the chair over to the other side of the desk so you’re next to him, and he kisses your cheek before you sit down.

John sits down and pulls your chair even closer to him, “You gotta make sure I don’t fuck up and hire someone horrible.”

You scoff, then you turn to him, “If you and I weren’t married and you still owned--”

“Yes. 100 percent yes, I would hire you.” he says before you can even finish your question, which makes you laugh loudly. “And I’d keep you late after work some nights so you could help me with something that I really didn’t need help with just so I could spend time with you, and maybe I’d even sneak in a touch here and there--obviously after I knew you were interested.”

“I’m interested. In whatever life, whatever scenario. I am interested.”

John grins wide, “Then I’d kiss you one night.”

“What kind of kiss? Because there are different kinds.”

“Want me to show you?” he whispers, and you nod your head as you lean closer.

John places his hand on the back of your neck and pulls you closer to him, but he lingers just above your lips for a moment before he lightly brushes his against yours. You let out a little pout that makes him smile, and he looks into your eyes for a moment before pressing his lips to yours. He reaches for your hand and pulls you from your seat to stand in front of him, then he slides his hands down to your knees where he pushes a little to get you to straddle his waist.

“I would kiss you like this, then…” he whispers as he moves to your neck, “Then I’d kiss you here. Then I would move my hands up to your waist and pull you closer so I could feel you against me. I’d slide my hand down to your ass and give you a little spank since you’re being so naughty.”

You laugh as you sit back and look at him, “You like when I’m being naughty though.”

“I do, I like it very much,” John pulls you closer and wraps his arms around you tight so you can’t move, “I love you.”

“Hey, John? Y/N?” Maya calls down the stairs, and you move off his lap and sit back down. She smiles when she gets to the bottom of the stairs, “I have someone here for an interview.”

John clears his throat and nods, “Send them in.”

“Ooh, you sound so professional.” you tease, and John winks at you, “I think we might need to do a little role-playing tonight. Boss and employee.”

“Hmm,” he hums, then he smirks, “I was hoping to see my favorite student Veronica again.”

You puff up your chest and cross your legs, “Play your cards right and you just might see her.”

That makes John laugh, which makes you smile. He reaches over and taps your leg, then he grabs some papers and gets ready for the interview. You grab a pad of paper and pen to put in your lap so you look professional or something, then you sit back and wait. Your phone chimes on the desk and you lean forward to look at it; a text from your mom who is watching Ronan this afternoon.

Helping Grandpa in the yard.

You smile as you look at the picture of Ronan clinging to your dad’s hand as he waters the flowers. You lean over and show John, and he smiles.

“Look at her,” he whispers, zooming in on Ronan, “She’s getting so big.”

“I can’t wait to see her after this,” you look at the picture and smile, “She loves her grandpa.”

Footsteps are coming down the stairs, so you quickly put your phone away and look up at the door as a younger woman, probably around her mid 20s, stands there. Her dirty blonde hair is up in one of those effortlessly messy buns that you can never figure out how to do. She smooths down her skirt and fixes her shirt a little as she steps into the office. You perk up and smile at her, then you stand up and introduce yourself.

“Hi, I’m Y/N. This is John.” you say, gesturing to him as he stands up to shake her hand.

“Macie,” she smiles and shakes your hand, then shakes John’s.

You gesture for her to sit down as you sit back next to John, and you look over at him as he starts the interview. He’s so much better at it than you, and he always knows exactly what to ask them. They go over her past work experience, her experience in management--she previously managed another bookstore, so that’s a good sign! They talk about why she’d be a good fit and how she could help improve the store. She’s willing to work whatever hours she’s offered and she’s flexible.

To you, you think she’s kind of a perfect fit.

“We’ll definitely give you a call.” John says, and you smile at her as she shakes his hand and yours one last time before she leaves. He looks over at you and smiles, “She seemed good.”

“Yeah, I liked her a lot. You’re so good at this stuff.”

John shakes his head as he laughs, “No, no, you’re way better. You get to interview the next one.”

You roll your eyes, “Fine.”

Maya hops down the steps and smiles warmly, “Got another!”

“Send her in!”

You cross your legs and look over at John as he grins at you, then he leans over and kisses your cheek a few times before moving down to your neck where he munches playfully. You scream with laughter and try to push him away but he just pulls your chair closer. You finally move away from him and widen your eyes in warning.

“Stop it,” you whisper at him, “This is so unprofessional.”

John scoffs, “Okay.”

You squint your eyes at him when he looks back at you, then you both start to laugh. You try to suppress it as best as you can when you hear footsteps on the stairs, but John reaches over and squeezes your thigh, causing a laugh to burst out of you.

“Jonathan Wick,” you warn him with a point of your finger, “Stop it!”

“You’re so cute when you try to be serious,” he leans over to kiss you, then he looks up at the door.

You fix your hair a little and smile when a woman walks in. She walks straight to John and shakes his hand, then she shakes yours.

“I’m Rachel,” she smiles as she sits down.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, and this is my husband, John. We own the shop.” you say, and she nods her head.

John clears his throat and reaches for his phone in his pocket, “I’m so sorry. I forgot I needed to make an important phone call.”

“Oh?” you look up at him and glance at Rachel, “Right now?”

“Yeah, it can’t wait.” he says, and you nod. “I’ll just be upstairs.”

You nod your head and smile when he kisses the top of your head. You can handle this. Interviews aren’t that hard to do. You smile at him when he walks to the door, then you give him a little wave before he closes it behind him.

__

“I don’t know, babe. I really like them both. They both have really good qualities.” you say as you clean off your plate, “Macie knows all the ins and outs of working at a bookstore, but Rachel is very charismatic and friendly. I think she’d be great out on the floor to help people.”

“We’re not looking for charismatic and friendly, we’re looking for a manager who can run the place when we’re not there.”

You furrow your brow and look at him, “You don’t like Rachel?”

“I would just prefer Macie.”

“Well, why don’t you like Rachel?”

John sighs and shakes his head, “Because I think Macie would be a better fit.”

“Now that I know you don’t like Rachel, I want her even more.” you say, and John scoffs before he looks at you and chuckles. “Why not both?”

“I mean, yeah, but…” he shakes his head, “That would be fine, but I think one for now would be good. Macie just makes more sense.”

“Should I be concerned by how badly you want Macie? Because I’m not, but let me know if I should be.”

John looks over at you and raises his brows, “Are you serious?”

“Uh,” you think it through for a few seconds.

“Because you know damn well that you have nothing to worry about,” he says, and you shrug. “Peach, you know you have nothing to worry about. I love you.”

You walk over to John and sit in his lap, “Let’s just hire both and see how it goes. If a month from now, it’s not going well, we’ll let one of them go.”

John lets out a small sigh and nods as he looks up at you, “Okay.”

Ronan squeals from her highchair and smacks her hands on the tray, and you smile as you look at her. Her face and hands are all sticky and covered in food, so you’re not even going to attempt to pick her up yet.

“Are you sure about this?”

You look back at John and hold his gaze, “Yes, I am.”

“Okay.” he nods and pats your thigh, “I trust you.”

“As you should!” you smile smugly, and John wraps his arms around you tight and pulls you closer to kiss your cheek. “Who gets to give this little bug her bath tonight?”

Ronan looks at you and John, then she smiles and smashes more food between her hands and stuffs it into her face--she’s absolutely filthy at this point. John chuckles and rests his cheek against your shoulder, then he hands a napkin to her. She simply looks at it for a moment, then stuffs more food into her face.

“She said no thanks, dad!” you laugh as you get up to get a washcloth. You walk back over and start to wipe her face off but she just cries and kicks her legs, “I know. I know you don’t like when we clean off your face.”

“Her face is so red,” John laughs, cleaning up the dinner plates on the table. He leans down and kisses the top of her head, then he walks over and starts loading the dishwasher, “So, are you going to the shop then?”

You nod, wiping Ronan’s hands off so you can at least get her out of the highchair, “Yeah, I think we should go out there for the first few days. I’m going to give them both a call later and let them know they got the job.”

“Hmm,” he hums, and you look over at him with your brows raised in question. “No, nothing. I just told Jimmy I’d help him with something tomorrow.”

“Oh, well, that’s okay. Just take Ro with you.” you say, setting Ronan on the floor. “I can handle it.”

John nods, “You sure?”

“Absolutely.” you smile as you walk over and kiss him, “I got it, Wick.”

“Okay,” he says softly, then he hugs you tight and kisses you again. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and looks deep into your eyes, “I love you.”

You start to laugh since he’s being so damn serious all of the sudden, “I love you too.”

John holds your gaze for a few intense moments, but he looks away when Ronan tugs on his jeans. He looks down at her and laughs, “Yeah, you need a bath.”

“I got it.”

Reaching down, you pick her up and kiss her cheek, but she reaches out for John. He takes her and hugs her tight and kisses her before she squeals loudly in his face, yanking on his beard.

“She might be a little hyper,” you laugh as you take her back, “I’m gonna get a bath started for her.”

John gently runs his hand from your shoulder down your back, “I’ll be up shortly.”

You furrow your brow a little, “What’s goin’ on with you?”

“Nothing,” he smiles sweetly, “I’ll be up soon.”

You squint your eyes playfully and turn around, stage whispering to Ronan, “Daddy is being so weird.”

Glancing over your shoulder, you see John laughing as he turns around and continues cleaning the kitchen.

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Since you want to see how Rachel and Macie are doing, you decided to show up before they get to work. Rachel opens today and Macie will be in around 2 this afternoon. From the sounds of it, they’re both doing really well and fitting right in! It’s nice that they’re being welcomed with open arms here.

You quickly unlock the door and lock it behind you otherwise people will try to come in, then you head down to the office. There are several things on the desk that need to be put away, so you grab them and take them to the filing room that is around the corner.

“Oh my god…” you groan a little when you see the room is a little messy. This room always gets so damn messy. You open the filing cabinet and begin to organize everything since it desperately needs it.

You organize the invoices and other things, getting completely caught up in it until you realize you’ve lost track of time and hear Rachel coming down the stairs. You put things away and get up to close the cabinet up when you hear her voice.

“Okay, no one is here, but he’s literally so gorgeous, I can’t believe it.” she laughs as she walks into the office, “I think he’ll be in today.”

You perk up a little with a smile on your face. Rachel totally has a crush on someone here.

“I haven’t seen him in a few days, but I don’t know, I just think he’ll be in today.” she says, then she’s quiet like she’s listening to whoever is on the phone, “No, no, remember I went on a few dates with him. Things just weren’t right at the time, but I’ve been checking his Instagram a lot lately and he hasn’t posted much of his wife or daughter--oh my god, I did too! I told you he was married.”

Furrowing your brow, you inch towards the door more and listen in. There’s no one here who is married and has a baby except…no, no, it can’t be.

“Yes! But he hasn’t posted much of her lately. He posts his daughter, but not his wife that much anymore.” she says, and your heart sinks to your stomach.

You reach into your back pocket for your phone and go to John’s Instagram. His last picture of you was from two weeks ago, but to be fair he hasn’t posted anything lately. You haven’t either. It’s only been pictures or videos on your story. John has no idea how to work that.

Rachel. It clicks. The moment you close Instagram. It clicks. Rachel was the girl John dated right before he met you. The one who wouldn’t take no for an answer until he blocked her one night.

“Whenever he’s here, she isn’t. I think they’re having trouble.”

You roll your eyes and whisper to yourself, “No, we take turns coming out here because we have a fucking baby and don’t like lugging her back and forth if it’s not necessary.”

That’s it. This is the craziest shit that has ever happened to you. This is crazier than anything that has happened in your relationship. Finding out the sweet guy you were dating was John Wick? Yeah, crazier than that. Well, kind of. That was pretty insane.

“Yeah, I think he knew. I mean, he looked at me when I came into the office, then he got up and left, so I think he knew. I mean, it’s not like he’d forget me! When he was here the other day, another girl was with him, so I didn’t talk to him.” she says, and you furrow your brow, “I think it’s his sister-in-law.”

Tess would go feral if she knew that Rachel worked here.

“Do you think I should talk to him?” she says, then it goes silent for a few minutes, “Well regardless of his wife, I’m going to talk to him. I saw him looking at me, so…”

You roll your eyes so hard that they hurt. Absolute bullshit.

“Yeah, I’ll let you know how it goes.” she laughs, “Fingers crossed I get something from him by the end of the day. I’ll keep you posted. Okay, bye.”

Time to be petty.

You slam the door behind you and walk to the office, and Rachel looks up and smiles until she realizes it’s you. The smile fades quickly from her face.

“Oh, hey, I didn’t realize you were here.”

“I didn’t think so,” you say, crossing your arms and leaning against the door frame.

Rachel is nervous, you can tell.

“Is John here today?”

You shake your head, “Nope, just me. So, uh, are you going to pretend like I didn’t hear that whole conversation?”

“I didn’t know you were here.”

“Oh, so if you knew I was here, you would have just waited until I was…what? Upstairs? Not here?” you raise your brows, “You would have just waited until I wasn’t here and John was, so you could…let me quote you, ‘get something’. Whatever that means.”

Rachel stares at you for a few minutes before she sighs and narrows her eyes a little, “He never posts about you.”

“He hasn’t posted anything, Rachel. And believe it or not, our lives don’t revolve around social media. John doesn’t give a shit about that stuff. He posts pictures because he knows our family and friends like to see pictures of us and our daughter, but if he deleted it tomorrow, he wouldn’t miss it. He doesn’t care about that stuff.” you say, and she rolls her eyes, “You can be mad all you want, but I don’t care. Our relationship is not measured by how often we post pictures of each other. What John and I have is real. It’s not something that we just flaunt on social media for people to see. How we feel about each other is real and it’s something very fucking important to not only me, but to him.”

“Well, when he’s here--”

“Rachel…” you stare at her, “We’re at work. We keep it professional. He isn’t going to bend me over the desk and fuck me. We have a business to run. We wait until we’re closed to do that.”

Maybe you added in that last part just to piss her off. It absolutely works.

“He was mine first,” she seethes.

You start to laugh, shaking your head, “He was never yours. He went on a--”

“Three!” she holds up three fingers, “We went on three dates! Then you came along.”

“I am so confused right now.” you put your hand on your head and look up at her, “You just decided out of no where to apply here?”

Rachel shrugs, “I saw that he wasn’t posting about you anymore, so I figured he was single.”

“But when you saw me here, that should have been your answer. You should have turned around and went home! He’s not interested! He never was. I hate to break it to you but he never was!”

“He was! We went out!”

You tilt your head back and laugh, “Rachel, holy shit. It’s been how long? We’ve been together for almost three years! We’re married and have a baby. We are the happiest we’ve ever been right now!”

“People get divorced all the time.”

“But we’re not. Because we’re happy together. Because John is happy with me.” you say but she just stares at you. You’re being way too nice, you realize, so you decide to put it as brutally honest as you can, “John is not interested. If hell froze over and we got divorced for some reason, he still wouldn’t be interested. He didn’t like you! He went out with you twice--it was twice, Rachel--because he was new to the dating game and because he’s nice. He wanted to give you a second chance but you blew it! He met me and I am what he wanted and needed. I still am, and I always will be. You won’t change that. No one ever will.”

Rachel finally breaks away from your gaze and looks down, “Well, then he’s stupid.”

Shaking your head, you roll your eyes, “Get your shit, leave your keys, you’re fired. You cannot sit here in my fucking shop and talk to me like that. I’m your boss. I own this shop.”

“You can’t fire me without John’s approval. He owns the shop, not you. You can’t do this.”

You walk to the desk and lock eyes with her, “Watch me. Get your shit and leave. Now.”

Rachel tosses her shop keys onto the desk and grabs her purse, walking to the door. You stand with your back to her until you hear her stop, and you turn around to look at her.

“When he divorces you, he’ll reach out to me. They always do.”

You scoff and let out a laugh, “Okay, Rachel. I’m not sure that’s something to be proud of.”

She turns back and heads upstairs, so you follow behind to make sure she doesn’t cause a scene or anything since some staff are getting here. Her heels clack on the wooden floor as she walks to the front door, and you hold your breath until she leaves, hurrying down the crowded street.

You finally let out a big breath and feel your entire body shaking with adrenaline and anger. So much anger.

“Mrs. Wick…”

You jump when Maya’s voice comes from behind you, “Oh my god, I didn’t know you were here.”

“I…I heard you two talking, so…” her eyes soften, “Is everything okay?”

“Um,” you nod your head and look down at your shaking hands, “Yeah, yeah, I think so. You know how to open, right?”

Maya nods her head, “Of course.”

“Macie will be in soon, so…” you walk aimlessly around before turning back to her, “Um…”

“Mrs. Wick, I think you should go home.” she says, reaching out to touch your arm, “Or at least sit down.”

You nod your head as you look at her, then you head back downstairs. As soon as you plop down, you get your phone out and send a text to Macie to ask if she can come in an hour early--she immediately answers and says yes. You grab your purse and keys before you head out to your car.

Not only was Rachel being dishonest, John’s been lying to you.

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You’re beyond pissed right now. Rachel obviously kept it a secret that she knew John, but she slipped up. John hasn’t even mentioned it to you that he knew her. You feel so stupid. You advocated for her! You rallied for her to get hired as well. Yes, John wasn’t on board with it, really, but still. At any moment, he could have told you that he knew her, and he should have.

Taking a deep breath, you walk into the house and see John sitting on the couch. He perks up when he sees you and smiles wide.

“Hey, you’re back early.” he smiles, setting the remote on the coffee table, “I’m glad. I was missing you.”

You set your purse in the chair and toss your keys onto the table while John watches you closely. It doesn’t take him long to figure out something is wrong.

“What happened?”

“Well, I had to fire Rachel.” you say as you look at him, holding his gaze, “I think you can probably guess why.”

John inhales deeply and scoots to the edge of the couch, “I didn’t tell you because--”

“No, no, no, I don’t want excuses. You didn’t tell me. That’s it. You didn’t tell me.” you shake your head, “I don’t need your excuse as to why. The problem is that you didn’t tell me. So while I’m sitting here saying how great I think she is, how she’ll be a good asset to the shop, you sat there completely silent and let me look like a fucking idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot.” he says, reaching for your hand, but you pull away.

“John! You fucking knew the woman and went out with her! Like, you realize how stupid that makes me look?” you hold his gaze when he looks at you, “How would you feel if we hired someone I dated?”

John shrugs, “If we talked about it…”

“Stop! You would not be okay with it.”

“I would be!”

You scoff, “So, you think I’m overreacting then? Since you’d be so cool with someone I dated working at the shop.”

“No, I just think…” he stops and shrugs as he looks at you, “I just don’t want you to be mad at me.”

“Well, I don’t care what you want right now, unfortunately. I’m mad, I’m embarrassed. I don’t trust you right now. But you know what? I’m allowed to feel those emotions, so let me feel them.” you say as he looks away, “My husband has lied to me and pretended not to know someone he’s dated and someone who has completely disrespected me. I didn’t forget how she’d comment on your posts--even on pictures I was in--and ask to go out again. I remember all of that! I’m tired of pretending like it didn’t hurt my feelings, because it fucking did! I get that it was almost three years ago, and I am over it, but I never really brought it up. I hated how you didn’t defend me and call her out. You just left her comments there. It made me look stupid.”

John just looks down at his hands, “I didn’t…I don’t know what to do in these situations. I’d never been in this type of situation before. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry.”

You sigh loudly, “I’m really upset, John, and I’m trying so hard not to cry right now because I’m so hurt by what she did this morning.”

He immediately looks up at you, his expression changing to genuine concern, “What did she do?”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now! Right now, I just want to be left alone so I can calm down a little. I’m really fucking upset and I’m only not yelling because Ro is sleeping.”

John nods his head and exhales, “First off, I am so incredibly sorry. Of course I don’t want you to be mad at me, but I will respect your wishes and let you be upset with me even though everything inside of me is screaming to fix it right this minute. I know I can’t. I know you’re not ready, so I won’t try. I’ll give you the space you need so you can do what you need to do. But just know that the second you’re ready to talk, I’m here and I’ll apologize as many times as you need me to.”

If there’s one thing John understands, it’s needing space to calm down.

“I appreciate that, I really do.”

John stands up from the couch and cautiously walks towards you. He just lightly touches your arm and presses a kiss to the top of your head. It’s just something sweet to let you know he understands and he’s ready to talk when you are.

“I’ll be here when you’re ready,” he whispers, then he turns and heads into the kitchen.

Your chin wobbles as you walk to the side patio door and step outside, heading down to the lake. You sit down on the dock and wait a few seconds to make sure John hasn’t followed you. It’s only when you realize that you’re alone that you let yourself cry into your hands.

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[heartsforhavik]

can you write sounding with one of the yan boys or ignoring them because of something?

GIVING SUPERFAN! AND STALKER! YANDERE BOYS THE COLD SHOULDER

warnings: obsessiveness, sfw, some slight su!c!de references, bayani is basically a servant and victor needs a therapist, just overall unhealthy behavior cuz they're yanderes. (i do not condone yanderes irl and this is for writing purposes) gender neutral reader, no use of y/n.

a/n: hey guys i just found out my best friend might be dating my ex bf (that made me hide in my house for a year) which is funny bc he told me "not to worry about her" while we were dating. and my birthday is in 2 hours so it's quite an unfortunate time to find out that they've apparently been dating for a few months. if it's true, then whatever LMFAOOO now she's gotta deal with him and it ain't my problem. also thanks for 1k followers, you guys are awesome!! sorry for not updating much, i just don't have a lot of motivation these days

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if you ignored bayani...

bro do you *want* him to jump off a cliff???

he is panicking. he is having a CRISIS

bayani lives to please you. if he's talking to you and you just ignored him for whatever reason, he would be heartbroken. absolutely crushed.

he would attempt to ask what's wrong, and fix it as soon as possible. as much as he enjoys being mistreated by you, he'd hate for you to be upset with him for an extended period of time.

his first instinct is to fix whatever he did wrong. he would automatically blame himself, even if it wasn't actually his fault.

he always seeks your love and validation. if you were to ignore him, he would literally sink into the floor and die.

if you forgive him and stop ignoring him, he would be overjoyed. and he'd be less clingy, and a lot more careful around you. he wouldn't want you to get mad at him ever again. that would be his worst nightmare. if you want him to return to his old self, let him know he can be clingy again. if you don't, he'll remain cautious around you for the rest of his life. he just wants you to be happy with him. he can hold himself back from showing too much affection if it means you'll approve of him.

if you ignored victor...

yeah no he's not having it lmao

he'd be so butthurt. and unlike bayani, victor would be very annoying and start hanging around you more. usually he lets you do the talking, or follows you around from a far distance. but if you started ignoring him, he'd become more talkative just to piss you off.

he hates being ordered around, so he's not gonna let you stop him from interacting with you. he's gonna keep talking to you and hanging around you no matter what.

it'd take about a week for him to get agitated. he'd wonder what he did wrong, and try to ignore his insecurities by pushing them on you. instead of drowning in his sorrow, he'd turn it into anger and blame you. you're the one being unreasonable, he did nothing wrong. of course he doesn't believe that, but that's what he would convince himself. he would rather take his anger out on you, the love of his life, rather than admit how unhappy he is with himself and how he treats others.

he'd find ways to punish you for your behavior. as much as he loves you, he won't accept any disrespect. he takes it as a huge blow to his (very fragile) ego.

BUT if you gave up and started talking to him again, he'd get a huge ego boost. of course you'd talk to him again, he's just irresistible! this was totally expected... even though he was crying in his bedroom every night wondering why you weren't talking to him and got very insecure, wondering what he did to make you mad at him. would he ever confess this, though? nope.

he's too prideful to admit that he missed your voice and attention, but he'd show how sorry he is by helping you with chores and work. if you bring it up, he'll say something along the lines of: "i'm not doing this because i'm sorry... i just think you weren't doing it right. i know how to do it better."

this insecure and bratty ass man child would rather sit naked on a hot grill than verbally say sorry lmao

[wolfiesmoon]

But... there's only one bed! (WB edition)

umemiya, sakura, suo, kaji x gn!reader

you're on vacation with him, but uh oh, looks like your bedroom only has ONE bed, you know what that means😘 (barely proofread btw)

look at me reusing fic concepts because i'm a lazy btch (and proud), also don't expect this to be the last time you see this fic concept (let's just say i'm cooking some things up) also i do have a longer less silly wind breaker fic in the works dont u worry guys💋

ALSO I COULD HAVE SWORN UMEMIYAS SURNAME WAS SPELT LIKE UNEMIYA WHAT???? i got hit by the mandela effect

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Umemiya Hajime

he's, like, a little too casual about it tbh

"Oh, looks like we'll be sharing a bed. Don't worry, I don't snore!" he smiles at you like an innocent child

you're not even sure if he views this the same way you do, is it kinda like sleeping with a sibling to him?

kinda bums you out since he's your crush and all...🤕

he keeps on wondering why you look kind of down for the rest of the day but you assure him it's nothing

(he makes sure to get you ice cream as a cheer-up gift anyways)

DONT WORRY THO, when it actually comes time to sleep he gets cold feet

in a "oh my god i'm suddenly rethinking this entire up until now platonic relationship" kind of way

"What's wrong? You don't snore, so what's the hold-up?" you decided to tease him using his own words, resting your cheek in your hand and smirking at him

(on the inside you're freaking out at your boldness)

you might as well have hit him with a brick because he "suddenly remembers he forgot something in the bathroom" and has to leave for a few minutes to cool down

you do end up sleeping on the same bed but neither of you can really fall asleep, you know 😁

the friendship never feels the same after that, but that's a good thing, right?

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Suo Hayato

"Oh, that's quite the surprise." he says with that signature smile of his, not looking bothered at all

and honestly, you wish you could say the same for yourself

you're sure that you probably look flustered in one way or another right now

(and suo being suo can definitely tell)

"Would you like to talk to the hotel staff and request another room?" he asks innocently as if he's not enjoying himself

you'd like to say you don't get flustered as often as Sakura but when Suo's involved all that kinda goes out the window because you like like him

"No, it's fine... But it's just because I don't want to trouble the staff, though." you're lying so hard rn btw

you just want to have your main character moment and sleep on the same bed as your crush and who could blame you???

"I see, you're as considerate as ever." he says calmly

WAAAY later, when the lights are already off and both of you are lying on the bed, facing away from eachother bc you're too embarrased to even breathe in the same direction as him rn😥

"You just wanted to sleep on the same bed as me, didn't you?" he asks all of a sudden and it makes you jump

you pretend to be asleep tho bc there's NO WAY you're actually answering that

"You're easy to read. It would be a bad thing in a fight, but I still like that about you."

you're glad the lights are off because you're probably making the silliest embarrased face rn

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Kaji Ren

he nearly splits his lollipop stick in half when he sees a singular bed

initially you'd be inclined to think he's really REALLY mad considering his red face and all, but you get the feeling that he isn't all that mad after all

he turns to you and curtly says he's getting another room but before he can leave you grab his arm and drag him inside the room

"This room is completely fine, what's wrong with it?" you smile at him innocently, knowing damn well there's nothing innocent behind your words

you're getting him to sleep next to you no matter what muehehehe😈

he wants to say something back to you and you can tell he does but he just puts his headphones on and clicks his tongue instead, his way of begrudgingly agreeing to stay

mission accomplished

later, when it's time for bed, he tries to make you sleep on the bed and sleep on the floor himself but again, you're not gonna let him

he gives up surprisingly quick and falls asleep facing away from you (can't reveal the fact he's blushing hehe)

OH AND ALSO, you'd better not bring up the fact he woke up with his arms around you or you're really gonna get it😡

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 Sakura Haruka

faints and gets taken to hospital bc his head hit the floor a little too hard

ok no i'm sorry, let's be a little less silly for a just a moment🤕

he nearly faints but manages to not do that in front of you (he must stay strong!!!)

however, that doesn't mean he's faring well by any means

bro looks like steamed lobster 🦞

"Sakura?" you wave a hand in front of his face but he kinda seems unresponsive rn

he attempts to speak but all that comes out is a weird gurgling sound

and BAM now his nose is bleeding, and he didn't even need to get into a fight to get it that way

you really have that power on him💪

"S...Sakura? Seriously, are you okay?" you try to place a hand on his shoulder but he flinches away to the other side of the room

"I'LL SLEEP ON THE FLOOR." it comes out a lot less natural and a lot more choked out than he intended

you oblige his request for his own sanity and giggle to yourself about how cute he is when he's embarrased throughout the entire day

when bedtime arrives, you ask him if he's really fine with sleeping on the floor and he nods so hard you're worried his head's gonna fall off

so you begrudgingly let him ☹️

you should really be more than friends, though you're not sure if he can handle a confession considering he almost overheated just from the thought of sleeping on the same bed as you

[hannieehaee]

so about the dk thing... hold my beer, luna! I have some things for you:

- him being the biggest advocate for princess treatment™ 24/7, but becoming mean one specific night out of stress (due to work or anything you want), the outcome can be angsty or smutty >> this one can be a little tricky, because I swear I never saw seokmin mad...

- seokmin with an extremely shy s/o who makes him endeared every time, especially if she struggles when asking for any type of ffection

- dk in his mingyu era... also known as the scenario where seokmin gets constantly teased by his s/o about everything he does (which I can see happening, since he's such a sweet soul), but there's a turn 🤨☝️: dk gets his bite back by domming the f out of her 🫶

this is the result of being extremely dk obsessed.

I don't know if any of these were able to spark anything in your pretty brain, but I love anything you write anyway so...

kisses ♡

18+ / mdi

content: mean!seokmin, sub-ish reader, afab reader, smut, established relationship, angst, fluff, penetrative sex, etc.

wc: 2813

a/n: thank u for the suggestions anonie i loved them 🫡 i decided to do the first one hehe (mostly bc i live for princess treatment in fics but thats a subject for another day) hope u enjoy, fellow dk obsessed individual <3

masterlist

if there was an award for best boyfriend, seokmin would easily get first place.

he was always known to be the sweetest, most caring boy around. he had even gotten teased in front of millions over the extremely long texts he had a tendency to send to showcase how deeply he cared for the people in his life. seokmin just happened to be an overly affectionate guy, but who could blame him when he had so much love to give?

however, no one had truly scratched the surface of his affections. no one, but you. you bore the brunt of the most passionate and emotional aspects of his love. there was no one in this world seokmin knew how to love better than you. it was almost as if being your boyfriend had been the one task he had been sent to do on this earth. and he did it damn well.

to sum it up, you were his everything. seokmin had always craved romantic love; to have someone who he could give all his affections to without any type of filter or judgement. you happily received his love and gave yours right back, making you one of the most envied couples around due to the love that very clearly radiated out of the two of you.

every single one of your days was met by endless affection from your boyfriend, affections which he adored to give to you. you never had to ask for anything from seokmin. he just always knew the perfect ways in which to take care of you, always insisting on tending to your every need. however, everyone has off days. even seokmin.

the day had started like any other. you'd gone to sleep in each other's arms, waking up equally as tangled up as the previous night. seokmin woke up first, quickly getting ready before kissing you goodbye with the promise of coming back in time to have a dinner with you. the prospect always made him giddy. his whole life he'd always wanted a domestic routine to share with the love of his life day by day and now it was his reality.

like always, he departed home with a smile on his face, knowing he was about to arrive to his dream job that he shared with his best friends only to go back home at the end of the day and fall into your arms all over again. life was good; far too good to seokmin.

it seemed like those were the last few good moments seokmin was meant to have that day, as absolutely everything went wrong after that.

it first began with him embarrassingly tripping on his way out of the car that had driven him to the company, cutting up one of his favorite designer tops (one that had been a limited edition by the way!!). only a few people had seen, so the fall on its own hadnt been too embarrassing. however, as he fell he also happened to drop and smash his phone screen. upon trying to turn his phone back on, he failed, now being stuck with a useless phone for the rest of the day (or even all the way until he had a chance to get it fixed).

the shitty day did not end there. it was just starting.

the next awful predicament occurred just as he walked into the practice room. he hadnt known it until stepping foot inside, but he had just walked into a fight. a few of the members had been fighting about some stupid and unimportant thing, which made at least half of them far too irritable for their own good. on days in which members were irritated at each other, their coordination had a tendency to lack, which only caused more irritation. members snapped at each other throughout the day, making the hours of practice almost unbearable for seokmin. on top of that, he had developed a huge headache just an hour into leaving home. he was also nursing an old ankle injury he had neglected to get treated, which was now acting up due to his fall earlier that day.

his ankle injury led to a few performance team members snapping at him due to his lack in performance. he knew in his heart of hearts that it was just a stressful day for them all (and that his own attitude had been snappy thus far), but he couldnt bring himself to reason this, making him snap right back at his members. even upon going out to eat with his manager he bumped into some rude fans who had been a bit careless with his personal space, except this time he coupdnt react since he knew itd become a scandal.

halfway through his day seokmin realized how rude and unlike himself he had been acting. usually he'd be the mediator in any arguments among members, but today he had even joined in and worsened the situation. he also never really minded if fans were a little overexcited upon meeting him, simply chalking it up to the shock they felt at seeing him. except this time he found himself feeling annoyed? at it. this was very unlike him, but his mood simply continued to worsen throughout the day.

by the time he was heading back home, the final nail was hammered into the coffin. the van that usually drove him back and forth had broken down, causing seokmin, his driver and manager to have to stop on the side of a busy street to check on the issue. seokmin, of course, had to stay inside the van and not make his presence known, knowing he'd easily be recognized in the busy street. this was a fact that irritated him too for some reason.

by the end of it, it had taken over an hour to get the problem fixed, and he had no access to his phone to contact you and let you know that he'd be arriving home way later than usual.

that was the moment in which you entered his mind again. the thought of you instantly made him sigh in relief, knowing that soon enough he'd get to fall asleep in your arms and wake up to a better day.

it was 10:47 when he finally arrived back to your shared home, two hours after the usual time in which he'd reunite with you every day. upon walking in he was met with something he had not wanted to deal with after such an stressful day. you were there to greet him as per usual, but did not seem too happy to see him.

you opened your mouth before he could say anything.

"seokmin, what the hell? i called you twelve times. i even asked the members to call you and no response? what was so important that you ignored me all day?", you seemed very frustrated as you said it, clearly oblivious to the terrible day he'd just had.

"baby– "

"you said you'd be here for dinner by 8! what was so important you couldnt even give me a heads up? we rarely ever get to have dinner together. i spent hours cooking and getting ready and you just ditch me, and for what?", you continued to ramble, giving him no space to answer.

now, any other day seokmin wouldve maybe assumed that your outburst mightve been due to you having a bad day of your own. but today he was just too angry. there was no space in his mind for him to rationalize your lack of sympathy to him in this moment. despite knowing there was no way for you to know that his day had sucked, he also reasoned that you were not even giving him a chance to explain himself. this fact on its own finally did him in. you were going to be unreasonable? fine, then he was going to be mean. all frustrations from the day suddenly came together and manifested into the angry words that were about to leave his mouth.

"and– "

"god, can you please shut up?", he suddenly interrupted you with a tone so icy he even surprised himself, but he kept going regardless, "ive had such a horrible day, i dont appreciate coming home to your nagging. do you even care that maybe i had a reason for being late? i dont have to be here at eight on the dot every single night. nor do i have to keep you updated all day. god, please just leave me alone for today. i cant deal with you on top of everything else."

upon finishing his rambles, seokmin was out of breath. he hadnt said much, but the venom behind his words was enough to render him speechless. the moment the words left his mouth he felt the utmost regret. your face had gone from shocked to dejected to simply sad as he spoke. his went from frustrated to angry to regretful. the two of you stared at each other for a few seconds before seokmin tried to go and rectify himself.

"fuck, baby ... im so sorry, i dont know where that came from. i– i didnt mean any of that. i had a horrible day and– "

"is that it? it seemed like something you'd already thought about", it was now your turn to be angry, it seemed.

"no, baby, i swear! i was just trying to ... trying to be mean. i was trying to hurt your feelings. im so sorry. everything went wrong today and i was just so angry all day. i couldnt even call you because i broke my phone. see!", he pulled his phone out to show you, taking the opportunity to get closer to you, "i know its no justification, but i did not mean a single word i said. i love our nightly routine. i love coming home to you every day more than anything. please dont doubt that. i shouldntve taken out my anger on you. it will never happen again. please, please forgive me?", his endless ramble finally came to an end, puppy eyes staring into yours as he hoped you saw the sincerity in them.

halfway through his speech he had managed to make you give into him and let him hold you as he spoke. this simple act made him glad.

"minnie ... im sorry you had a bad day. but you should never speak to me like that. i love you, but i wont tolerate that. if something bothers you, you have to tell me, not blow up on me like– "

"no! nothing about you ever bothers me! i adore absolutely everything about our relationship and our routine. im so sorry. i shouldve told you when i came home that my day had put me in a mood instead of snapping at you like that."

you chuckled, "i cant really blame you. i threw accusations at you the moment you walked in. im sorry. can we call it even?"

"yes, angel. of course. im sorry i spoiled the dinner. wish i couldve seen how pretty you dressed up for me," he pouted at you.

"it's okay, minnie. there's always tomorrow. are you still feeling angry? did your ramble help you at least?", he winced at the mention of the disrespectful words he had just spoken mere minutes ago, but you seemed already unaffected by them.

to be quite honest, seokmin still felt peeved off at his day. from his fall, to his phone, to his members being mean and unreasonable, to then having his car fail and keep him from you, to then finally getting home and picking a fight with you, it was safe to say he was still dissatisfied. he needed something to relieve his stress, but he didnt want to put that onto you again.

"honestly? i still feel frustrated. it was just such a shitty day, i ... i dont know," he sighed, "i kinda feel like breaking something."

"how about me?", you sounded so genuine as you asked.

"huh?"

"yeah. you could use me to destress. right, minnie?", there wasnt even any lust behind your words. he could tell that it was simply you trying to help out your stressed boyfriend.

"d– do you mean be mean to you?"

you nodded, leaning closer to him as you smiled.

"yes, minnie. would that help? taking your frustrations out on me?"

he groaned with no response, choosing instead to pull you into a greedy and wanton kiss.

his hands were immediately rough as they desperately kneaded at every curve in your body, so harsh in their movements he was already sure he'd leave a bruise or two in his wake.

suddenly he pulled away to inquire at you.

"wait, baby. are you sure? i don't want to hurt you."

"you won't. you never would. do your worst, seokmin," and with that, you pulled him back to you to continue kissing.

surprisingly enough, the simple kissing on its own had begun to alleviate his mood a bit. being able to feel your whines as he fondled your body as he saw fit was already making him forget about his shitty day.

it didnt take long for him to drag you to your shared room and throw you on the bed, immediately going to rip your skimpy pajamas off so that he could have a full view of the body he was about to ram into the bed.

"oh, angel. you're so fucking beautiful ... gonna be so fucking mean to you, angel, im sorry," except he wasnt sorry. and both his tone of voice and devilish grin let you know of that fact.

you lay limp for him to take action, something which made him groan internally, knowing you were putting yourself fully at his disposition. he took advantage of this, choosing to undress himself and finally begin to hover over you.

immediately he flipped you around roughly, forcing you onto your elbow and knees as you gasped at the sudden movement. he fondled you some more and made it so you'd arch your back for him as much as physically possible.

he had no need to prepare neither you nor himself, as he was hard the moment you asked him to use you, and you were practically dripping at his rough attitude.

"baby, gonna fuck you now, yeah? let me know if it's too much."

you gave him the green light, leading him to immediately ramming into you with no further warning.

"f– fuck!"

"oh, fuck. feel so fucking good, beautiful. gonna fuck you so good ... gonna atone for every shitty thing that happened today ...", with that he began slamming into you with no mercy, drinking in every single scream you let out. he knew his neighbors might mind, but he didnt care for that right now. all he wanted was for you to crumble under him.

"you're such a good toy for me, angel. my pretty girl, letting me use her– fuck! ... however i see fit."

"m– minnie!"

"i know, beautiful, i know. such a pretty toy ..."

his movements only became harsher as he grew closer and closer to his end. he knew yours was coming too, based on the heightened pitch of your moans and the way you tried to push yourself back on him despite the sheer strength of his thrusts. it was impossible for him not to fall in love with how good you were for him. it was also impossible for him to be actually mean to you, choosing instead to praise you as your orgasm came to be.

"c– cum for me, beautiful. let me fill up your pretty cunt ..."

"yes, minnie! yours, all yours ..."

he didnt need more than that to fill you up, ramming against you one last time as he winced at the loud sound of his hips slamming against your ass. he swore he almost lost consciousness at the inexplicable pleasure he felt from cumming so deep inside you, hearing you slump over due to lack of energy.

your orgasms subsided together, leading seokmin to do quick work of your clean up and settling with you in the still half-messy bed, rushing to hold you in his arms, which was what he'd wanted since leaving home that morning.

"feel better?", you broke the silence.

"yeah, thanks angel," he grinned at you, giving you a quick peck.

"you weren't even mean to me!", you whined.

"it was hard, okay? i love you!"

"yeah, whatever ..."

"say it back!"

"ill think about it."

"baby!", this time he unglued your bodies, hovering over you as he tried to give you his, "you dont be mean!"

you giggled at him, giving in upon his sudden attack of kisses all over your face, "fine! i love you!"

he finally stopped, opting to cuddle into your side once more, "that's what i thought."

a/n: sorry the smut was too short idk how to write seokmin as mean 💔

[aezuria]

hiii i love ur writing sm!! i was wondering if u would do leo valdez x reader headcanons? ty!!!

*ੈ✎ keep your head still, i'll be your thrill

—all the small things, blink-182

content: leo valdez x reader

warnings: cursing again

librarian's annotations: the title has no connection to the hcs but it came up while i was writing this also IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER 🙏🙏🙏

super clingy i do not make the rules

oh you thought you were gonna get up and be productive?? not today!

fuck everyone else tbh

LOVEEES gossip sessions with u

hes so invested in all the drama u have

probably laying on his stomach and swinging his feet and gasping incredulously. "what!? no she did not..."

got very pouty that you did not invite him to the girls night bc he didnt want to "miss out on the tea" (lwk stealing from my own work oops)

who can blame him tbh

LOVE LOVES DANCING

loves teaching u too (even if u suck)

like imagine him holding your waist and moving you to the beat as you fumble along, his chest pressed up against your own

GOOD LORD

"forward, back, left- there you go," he murmured into your ear, looking down at your feet. you stepped on his shoes a lot more than you should've; did he ever think that his proximity was why you were messing up!?

"you suck at this, don't you?" he laughed, but twirled you around anyway.

"did you ever think you're just a shit teacher?"

"rude!"

also this man was born a star

can probably hit super high notes as if its nothing

ok so we all know how hes a genius right

oh my GOD imagine him explaining how his stuff works and using words you're sure don't even exist and he's so into it and he just sounds so SMART

intelligence is so attractive why does no one talk abt that

you wanted to watch him work on the engine, so you pulled up a stool next to him. you stared at his side, his tank top dirty with grease and sticky with sweat. how long had he been working since you got here?

you'd get mad at him for not taking a break later. right now? you were admiring the view. who wouldn't?

"hey leo?"

he hummed in response, still hyper-focused on the engine.

"how does all that work, exactly?" you were never one for machines—good thing you have a mechanic boyfriend!

he looks to you, a happy glimmer in his eyes. "you really wanna know? so basically— this part connects to that part and then..."

you don't know how long you've been zoned out, too busy staring at his perfect

"y/n?" he finally realizes you haven't been paying attention. "you with me, now?" he raises an eyebrow with a grin on his face.

"huh? what?" you straightened up, fumbling over your words. "yeah! why wouldn't i be?" you tried to act as if you weren't just ogling him seconds before.

"oh y'know.. cause you were checking me out." he winked, leaning back against the engine as he put himself on display. "i mean, you obviously couldn't help it. i mean, look at me!"

someone humble him

its not like he doesn't do the same tho

if he accidentally walks in on you he'd be like "oh my gods-! sorry!" and cover his eyes with his hands, but his fingers are parted so he could still look through. literally the 🫣 emoji

"GET OUT!"

"OKAY I'M GOING DON'T HIT ME- OW!"

he is SUPER ticklish and you WILL use this to your advantage

esp his ears

one time you touched them out of curiosity cause theyre pointer than average and he was like "eek!"

pause

"aww i didn't know you could make that sound!" you poked some more fun at him because that was adorable

"shut up!"

another time he's laying on you, ruining your plans of getting up early and being active. you tried rolling out from underneath him but his arms snake around you like a vice, squeezing a groan out of you.

"leo get off!" you tried shoving him off, but that didn't work either. he simply buried his face into your neck, mumbling a tired no.

you really had shit to do, so you resorted to the last possible tactic. "i didn't wanna have to do this..." you warned. (you so wanted to do this)

you slipped your hands under his shirt and started tickling his stomach, effectively getting him writhing off you with laughter.

"stop-! that tickles!" he tried doing the same back, but he was squirming far too much.

ok real talk now

love loves staying up late with you until its past midnight and you guys are just rambling about random topics. he's just so relaxed with you, his heart feels so full and there's no space anymore, so his bottled up emotions spill out

which is usually a closely-guarded secret because he's just the funny guy of the group, right?

what does he know about feelings? isn't it his job to just keep everyone else happy? joking about everything will take away the pain, won't it?

(it doesn't)

"i don't know, i just- feel like i don't really fit in with everyone. they all have these cool powers, and i'm just.. me." he laughed dryly, face devoid of his usual happiness as he stared at the ceiling. "sometimes, i feel like you could do so much better. but at the same time?" his voice lowered as he rolled onto his side, staring into your eyes. "i want to keep you to myself. i really, really don't want to lose you."

you were glad he finally opened up to you, but your heart ached at the way he thought of himself. how could he not see how highly everyone thought of him, especially you?

"just you? leo, you're the coolest person i know. you're so, so smart, you can fix just about anything, you're funny, you're kind, you can cook; what's not to love?" you smiled softly. you could go on and on about this man. for him to think that he was the lucky one? it was quite the opposite.

"and you don't have to worry," you whispered, cuddling closer to him and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. "i'll always be with you."

[grandlinedreams]

I forgot you had that list of prompts!! Could I please please pleeeaaase request 71 Law x reader? “I’ve never seen this man before.”

Maybe like Law pisses them off and they pretend to not know him? 🥺

ofc!! I need to figure out my tagging system 'n make stuff like that easier to find when it gets buried but also I gotta get my masterlist put together at all wlkjadf but YES i live for that kind of trope as long as it's not like,,,an indicator of bigger issues bc communication is key in relationships my friends!!

[heads up!: both reader and Law are a touch of orange flag behavior, touch of angst]

"How long are you going to stay mad at Captain?"

"I don't know, Bepo." The mink looks far from reassured by your answer, eyes flicking nervously over your shoulder and then back. You don't have to turn around to know Law is staring at the pair of you, the weight of his gaze square on the back of your head. "Did he tell you to come over here and ask?"

Bepo flinches, squirming nervously. You know he doesn't want to be caught in another of your spats ㅡ though they rarely happen, it's hard to keep your crew out of them when you're all typically confined in such a finite space.

There's a lot that anger dictates you say ㅡ that it's childish of Law to make Bepo come over here to ask instead, to try and wheedle his way into getting you to apologize first because he knows there's not much you hate more than upsetting Bepo and that it's not fair to the mink to make him choose between picking sides or playing mediator.

"Are you mad at me too?" Bepo's question pulls you out of your thoughts and you shake your head, expression softening.

"Of course not, I could never be angry with you." Again, you have to bite your tongue not to add more that'd further the distinct air of a pair of parents at odds with each other. "You can go back to Law, if you want."

Bepo still looks uneasy, but he slides off his seat and moves back towards where Law is sitting with Shachi and Penguin. Even though you know that you shouldn't assume, you don't blame them for taking his side. After all, they've known him longer, been through more with him, he means more to them.

But you? Even though you know they don't see you as such, you're temporary. The crew won't fall apart without you. You can leave and while it'll hurt for a while, they'll get over it.

You've never once feared that Law would demand you leave, but the fury in his eyes during your argument makes you reconsider it. Maybe you'd finally gone too far, and he's finally truly tired of having you around.

The idea of leaving the vessel that's been your home for the last handful of years and the people who have become your family makes your chest ache and your eyes burn with the threat of tears. You don't want to leave.

Lost in your your thoughts and the spiral that your mind threatens to tumble into, the hard clink of glass against the counter makes you jolt. Looking up at the bartender, you watch him jerk his head. "From that gentleman. You know him?"

The drink in front of you is your favorite. Normally you'd be touched that Law remembers such an obscure detail you've only ever mentioned off-handedly, but right now it feels like a slap to the face. Law is still trying everything he can but talking to you.

"I don't know that man at all," you tell the bartender flatly, handing over a couple of berri for your already finished drink and get to your feet. The path you take is intentional as you stalk past your crewmates' table, giving Law a look of icy fury before you continue on.

"You know Captain," Penguin suggests tentatively, "you could always just apologize. [Name] looked super pissed."

Law scowls. "More like being stubborn," he huffs, but guilt still pools in his stomach as he glances at the untouched drink on the counter. It feels like a cheap attempt at forgiveness the more he thinks about it, and he groans. "Fine, fine. I trust you can find your way back on your own?"

"We've got it, don't worry!"

Law gets to his feet, dropping off the appropriate berri for his drink as well before he moves off in the direction that you'd gone. The Polar Tang is quiet by the time he reaches it, lights dimmed for nightfall ㅡ and he slows his pace as he approaches his room.

What is he going to say? He knows he should apologize, but so should you ㅡ you've always had an innate talent for getting under his skin, something that he both loves and hates for how easily you do it. And while fights are truly something few and far between, this last one has left a bad taste in his mouth that only worsens the longer he lets it go.

Exhaling, he reaches for the handle. Part of him expected it to be locked ㅡ but it isn't, and his gaze flicks to you as soon as he walks in. Your back is to him, blanket pulled to your ear ㅡ but he knows the various rhythms of your breathing well enough to know you're not asleep.

He doesn't talk right away, busies himself with getting ready for bed as well before settling behind you and resisting the urge to roll his eyes when you scoot further from him. "Can we talk?"

"I guess." Your tone is clipped, and Law frowns as he reaches for you, hand on your arm.

"Are you going to look at me?"

"No."

Sighing, Law waits a moment before he begins tracing idle shapes against your arm, trying to soothe some of your anger. He knows you well, the way you can never quite stop yourself from leaning into him just a little bit, no matter how upset you are. "...this got out of hand."

You snort. "An understatement," you answer, but you lean a little further into him, and he takes it as a good sign.

"We both said things we didn't mean, and I wanted to apologize for how I talked to you." Law pauses. "And for sending Bepo to talk for me. And the drink."

"I would have drank it, but it felt like a cop out." You roll to face him properly now, and Law hates that he can see the red tinge around your eyes that always means you've been crying. "I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have said any of that either. But you need to talk to me Law, you can't just shut me out because you don't want to be a bother."

"I know." It's easier said than done, but you're patient. He knows that, knows that because you've told him time and time again that there isn't anything that will make you love him any less, either from his past or in the future. ("You're stuck with me," you like to say proudly, and he's never heard better sounding words than that.) "I'll keep working on it."

"We can work on it together," you answer as you press closer and he finally, finally gets to hold you the way he's wanted to since you stormed off after the argument. "We're a team, you and I. You're stuck with me until you don't want me anymore."

Law stills for a moment and then wraps his arms around you, tucking his face into your neck. "Forever," he mumbles. "That's how long I want you. Is that okay?"

You shift against him just enough to press your hand against the back of his head, fingers brushing soft, dark hair. "That sounds perfect to me."

[unicorn-gallerexy]

Howdy, I totally mean to post more and didn't do any of that but then i got stuck with this idea and getting it out so here ya go, i want it out my face. There will be part 2, but i need a break bc this too so long and is longer than i wanted it. Only mildly proofread, rada rada, yknow the drill

Word count: 12.7K (i managed to hit the end of like 3 keep notes, i ain't ever done that)

CW: (technical) Homewrecker!Atsumu x Wife! Reader, smut, (kinda/justified) cheating, manipulation and mild threats (not from Atsumu), open marriage (you weren't vibing with it), trash treatment from husband, Long af, Atsumu being mad bc wtf is up with your husband?

One for Another

When your husband asked his question, excited just after coming home, you thought you couldn't hear. Or maybe it was that you didn't understand?

Either way, you asked him to repeat himself.

"I want to open our relationship. It sounds like a good idea, yeah?" He smiles, like there's nothing wrong with his sudden asking, and the look you give him is blank before it obviously reads upset.

"Why?" You steady your voice a lot easier than you steady your mind. You were hurt, this was so out of the blue. Yes, he had voiced a bit of an issue with your extra few pounds, or how you didn't dress up more often, or how you didn't have as much sex anymore (which was more his fault but he blamed you and the weight you put on) but you were working in it. You started working out in your own home because he was insistent that other people, like his coworkers, could see you let yourself go. You worked on being consistent with skincare and wearing more clothes that flattered you. You were actually looking quite a bit better than you had before. At least you and your friends thought so...

"Because it's a great idea?" He says it so easy as if you should be understanding. Seeing as you don't look pleased, his smile drops and he heaves a sigh so heavy at the thought of explaining himself. "Look you and i haven't... Been on the same page for a while. You and I just aren't matching up right now, so i figured it would be good to open the relationship so we can fill in those gaps."

"What gaps? I've been working on myself for damn near two months now, solely because you asked. What am i not doing for you?"

"Jesus Christ, this isn't about you. It's about us being happy, and im not happy. Im also not just trying to leave you high and dry but im sure you're not happy either." He says the part about you not being happy as if it doesn't matter to him. His emphasis was on him not being happy, and the part of not leaving you sounded more like a chore than a willful choice.

He swept you off your feet and promised a life a comfort. He was working on a promotion, he complimented you regularly and the sex wasn't bad at all. You fell for his charm easy, and he seemingly fell for you just as hard. After a few years, he asked you to marry him and made it known you could depend on him completely. Your job was basically down the drain by the time the wedding happened due to higher positions deciding the right way didn't make them enough money fast enough. He said you could trust him to take care of you, that he'd keep you happy and comfy, that he didn't mind a housewife for a while. You let yourself fall into that role, it wasn't hard. The house he bought was sizeable but not too big, the chore list was never too long and you did indeed live comfortably.

Over time, through his several promotions to an executive seat, you moved into bigger and better, all while he coaxed you into being his lovely little housewife and homemaker. Anytime you talked of going back, he'd mention how the job market wasn't the best, reports of customers abusing staff locally, rumors he "heard" here or there about owners and managers of places you were looking into, and always mentioning how you complained of every job you had. How you hated working, but how you were basically just taking care of yourself and he was taking care of you by working and giving you a card of his he didn't need to keep track of.

This was more temporary than you thought it was.

In the last two promotions, he had been given an assistant that always seemed a little too close for comfort. If you ever brought it up, he'd only mention how he married you and how she worked for him, so he couldn't be cheating on you. He blamed your insecurities and said you were forcing your own self doubt on him, and how that wasn't fair. At first the responses seemed loving, in their own way, before they turned angry. He'd shout about you being insecure, how you were trying to accuse him of things you had no proof of. He'd leave the house and even when he came back, he rarely ever apologized. He'd simply place more money onto the card and talk to you as he normally would. He pretended to care with a kiss on the forehead and half holding you in bed every so often.

That didn't stop him from pointing out your mounting flaws over time. It didn't stop him from refusing any sort of advances you made, day off or not. Didn't stop him not inviting you to company events as he had in the past and instead saying he was going with *her instead because "family isn't invited this time around" as if there weren't pictures posted later of his coworkers with their wives who you know don't work for the company at the same event.

You would've left a long time ago, really. But he wasn't wrong in saying you were insecure. Or that he'd leave you high and dry. He managed to manipulate you into not having a job for years, which doesn't look the greatest when applying for new ones, which created your dependency on him for financial reasons but he also had preyed on the parts of yourself you couldn't stand, made you feel like he and he alone loved you, like no one else would or could love you. You defended his words when your friends brought up concern by citing that he was right, as no one had really come up to you to flirt or asked you out prior to him so there wasn't really much competition for you. And, at the time, he at least liked you.

All for it to be thrown back in your face now. The waves of realization hit like you're in a losing boxing match. You feel your eyes burn but refuse to let any tears fall. He, unfortunate as it may be, can still read you at least a little. He comes and wraps his arms around you in a hug that makes you feel slimy, but you don't pull away as there's no where else to go really. "Listen baby, this isn't just a good thing for me. It's a good decision for both of us. I'm not giving you what you want, you aren't giving me what i want, don't you think it's better to find those things in other people and still have each other to come home to? At least give it a shot." He insists. It's obvious to you now, he doesn't care about you finding someone, only about him being allowed to do as he wants without being called a name that fits.

Part of you want to ask, but you figure you won't get answers if you do. You feel backed into a corner with no real way to lash out. So, you give a reluctant and strained yes, giving in to your defeat in hopes it hurts a little less. He kiss the back of your head and quickly slips away from you, grabbing his keys and saying something about being back later before slipping out of the door. You hear it lock, you hear the car start and drive off, and looking at the time on the clock in the stove behind you, it now reads 7:38pm. You could swear he turned his head to look at it when he was behind you.

The weekend comes in shortly after, he says he's going on a trip and you don't bother to ask where to or when he'll be back. You're already distant and its only been a few days, not that he cares at all. He packs and leaves in a hurry, only sending a text of "I love you" about an hour later. You've yet to tell anyone, feeling overwhelmed with shame and stupidity at not seeing any signs earlier on to avoid this. Or maybe because you feel ashamed that you couldn't keep your husband satisfied? That he was seduced by someone you'd consider younger and prettier than you'll ever be. You're not that old, nor are you bad looking but that's not how you see it. Your eyes only seem to find more and more inadequacies each time you look into a mirror. From the bags darkening under your eyes to your hair becoming more tangled with your lack of care, from the flaring breakouts across your face from stress and ditching your routine to the weight you worked off coming back with friends because you wallow on the couch and dropped your workout routine.

What was the point?

You had nothing else to work towards. Sure you barely looked different from before him, and if you got back into all of it, you'd look basically the same as you did then, maybe a bit better, but what would be the point? No one wanted you before he did, he literally had no competition for your affection or attention. The only thing that's changed that you can't undo is the passing of time. Sure, in the grand scheme of things you really weren't that much older than you were then but, if no one wanted you then, who would want you now?

You couldn't give an answer, and thus your brain concluded with: no one.

You eventually wind up inviting friends over about 2 weeks into his trip and, not having heard from you for longer, they jump at the chance to see you. When they arrive, and you answer the door, disheveled in sweats, they can see that you're not holding up well and the sweet smiles and loud hi's drop. Being asked what's wrong sets off the water works, not having cried in or out of his presence made the dam behind your eyes too full, and concerned friendly voices opened the gates. You step aside to let them in and they immediately hug you, telling you to calm down enough to at least tell them what's wrong but the sobs are violent, shaking your body completely and taking the strength from your legs. They guide you to the couch, sit at your sides and tell you to cry it out, seeing as every time you try and speak, it's unintelligible.

When you manage to calm yourself enough in your friends arms, you don't lift your gaze from the floor, explaining why you haven't answered calls or texts and why you just spent a literal hour crying into them. To say their furious is an understatement. They shout question after question, most at how he could do this and feel nothing. You cry into your hands, and that's when they calm down, starting to throw suggestions, the first being divorce. You remind them of how he basically holds all your financials, your place to live, and a solid position in his company. Your friends sigh as they realize that leaving, at least now, isn't a real option. After a moment of quiet thinking, and soft sniffles, your first best friend grabs you by both shoulders with a smile. "Open relationship, right? That means you can also do what you want. We can get you back on track with all your routines and go out, take you with us on singles night!" She's beaming even if you don't look the most into the idea, your other best friend seeming to voice your thoughts for you.

"As if he'll actually let her have another relationship outside of him with no repercussions. Be real, May. He'd flip his shit because he just wanted to go out and fuck anything that breathes without being called a cheater" May pouts, having already thought of that in a more minor capacity.

"I figured that, Kura. We don't have to tell him shit. He's not even being that discreet about it, with the 2 of us helping her out, he'll never know." She leans to speak over your shoulder to Kura before looking back at you with soft, loving, hopeful eyes that you feel you haven't experienced in a while. "Maybe we can actually find you a real man who'll treat you right and wont do this shit. You don't deserve to just wallow here by your self." Her hands cup your face as she awaits an answer and you shake your head in her hands.

"No one wanted me before, May. Who's gonna want me now? I'm older and-"

"Still hot, at least when you're not distressed." Kura says from behind you, smiling with some sort of support for the plan. You shake your head as May keeps hold of you.

"Okay but everything is here, workout equipment and-"

"We'll take you to the gym with us! Kura has been wanting to get in there for a while but she keeps bailing on me. I'll take you two with me and then we're all obligated to go. We'll go on spa days, I'll call you so you don't have to acknowledge him while you do your routine here. Trust me, thought out much more than you think." May beams, Kura chiming in about possibly just moving rooms so you have space if you haven't already. Both paw at you and basically beg, saying it'll at least be good just to get out for a little while every day even if you aren't man hunting. You tear up again, and when asked why, you say you thought they'd me mad at you, tell you i told you so or something because you didn't listen when they spoke up. You're given the warmest embrace you've had in a minute as they tell you it's not your fault, it's his. He preyed on you, just to throw you away for nothing substantial. You cry, and say ok, agreeing to go with them and along with their plan, causing them both so squeal with joy before May goes to bolt upstairs.

"Where are you going?" You sniffle, caught in Kura's arms as you look up the stairs.

"To run you a proper bath. We're having an at home spa night now. You need it." She scrunches her nose in the way that makes you laugh and knowing you still have some happiness makes them happy.

The night goes on as they wish, both helping wash your hair and your face, saying you need a break as they pamper you and do their best to drive away the sadness in your heart, or at least distract from it. They help you move things into another room, opting to watch terrible B and latter alphabet movies, doing your face routines together and eating proper food since you've seen gorging on junk food for a while now. They opt to stay over for a few days when you tell them your husband wont be home for another 3 weeks. Both girls help you clean up, do laundry, and essentially reset your home to brinf back a real sense of normalcy. May sits and picks out a couple gym appropriate outfits, laying them on top of the dresser, before they leave you a couple days before your husband is supposed to be back. They kiss your forehead, hug you tight and tell you the day of a group gym trip so you look forward to it. Kura notes she wont back out if you don't, putting a sense of responsibility on you to ensure you don't bail last minute.

When your husband comes back, he finds you lounging about in the other room, only to ask a question you truly dreaded hearing. "Hey, I can still have the bedroom to myself for a bit right?" Behind the doorway, at his side you can see another shadow in the sunlight that bathes the house and a feminine giggle from behind him. You simply wave him off, a half hearted mumble sending him on his way to the bedroom, girl in tow. You hear the door shut, lock clicking into place as you curl into yourself and text your friends. They send you texts to just forget about it as much as possible, you telling them it's hard when you can hear them through the walls and know he feels no sense of remorse.

That was what killed you most, the fact he was doing it all and seemed to feel nothing for you. No remorse, no guilt or shame, not even the tiniest bit of pity even if it would piss you off. You realized quick he didn't feel anything negative about it, but that didn't mean it didn't suck to have such a blatant display of what you could only feel was disrespect. Then again, you're surprised it didn't happen earlier.

Your affluent living situation meant a very nice, expensive gym wasn't too far away. May and Kura didn't live in the expensive part of the city but they had good jobs and kept up with the monthly payment plan that even you and your more frugal upbringing balked at when you got the sign up paper at the desk. Once paying the overcharged fee and getting your membership card, May lead you and Kura around to show you the facilities the gym had to offer and blabbed about the famous and influential people she's seen in passing from actors to local businessmen to athletes. Kura and you keep up as she taps your arm for your attention. "I'm kinda starting to regret coming with May." She whispered, no malice behind as you nod and hum in agreement.

You feel exposed even if your fully clothed. The sports bra and crop you normally wear to workout at home suddenly feeling to short to be worn outside (even if you've done so a million times) and the yoga shorts holding your ass nicely feeling all too tight to be worn in public. You can't help the shy stance you keep as May guides you past a the sauna, pool, and cryo rooms towards the side of the building, keeping one arm wrapped around yourself and the other down at your side. Kura is dressed in similar pants, but her top is a loose cotton shirt you wish you'd gone for instead. May, being the one used to being here, is in a good sports bra and yoga shorts due to the weather. Once her tour is over, she guides you into the large workout room, complete with just about any and every machine you'd need for every part of your body. You wanna vomit.

You know you left to get away from your currently shitty home life but now you actually kinda regret coming. May turns with a big smile that falls quick when she takes note of yours and Kura's faces. She keeps hopeful, taking you both by the hands over to the treadmills that face out of the window. "We can start here so that you two can get a bit more comfy, yea?" You both nod and hop on, the 3 of you starting at the same pace and making mild small talk.

After you and Kura seem to loosen up, noted by you finally dropping your arm from around yourself, May takes the opportunity to switch it up and get you guys through some stretches. From there, it's basically downhill. May is fit, not annoying about it and it shows. She puts you and Kura to your limits and genuinely encourages you the entire time in such a way that's hard to be mad at. You're at it for hours until the final stretch for your cool down when she beams "And we're done! That was fun, wasn't it?"

"I regret.. My decision." Kura pants.

"Fun isn't what id give it but i mean..." You trail off with a weak wave of your hand on the floor next to Kura as May hops up to drag you both down the hall and to the sauna. When you both express dismay over the sound of sitting in a hot, moist room on a hot day after being worked to near death, May assures you that you'll just both feel so much better after and if you're so inclined, she'll take you to the actual pool for a bit after. You and Kura grimace at the thought of being more openly exposed than you already are at one another as you follow May and say you'll both pass on that part today.

Out of clothes, wrapped in towels, May hands off your clothing to one do the workers before noting to you as they leave that they're gonna wash them. You and Kura share a surprised look at her as she pushes you both into the (thankfully) empty sauna. She does everything to set it up and soon enough the room is hot and steamy, her eyes fixing to continuously check on you two as you close your eyes and drop your head to relax in the warm, wet heat. "So how long can we be expected to be alone in here?" Kura asks, scooting to put just a bit more distance between you two which you're thankful for.

"With how long we've worked out, not too much longer. But we don't have to leave or anything like that. We can basically stay in here for as long as we want, though it is recommended to leave at some point to prevent overheating." She sighs.

"With how much we have to pay for a monthly membership, we better be able to stay in here for as long as we want." You complain, Kura letting out a small laugh as she lays her head against the wall. She and May look at you, your head still down and eyes still closed.

"Black card for your thoughts, lovely?" Kura mutters, you shake your head before answering.

"Just thinking about home, unfortunately. Thinkin about how i let it get here honestly." Kura pushes your arm and you look at your friends, both sets of eyes stern but full of care as they note him and whatever he's doing isn't worth any more of tour head space. Kura throwing the idea to take him for what he's useful for and buy everyone lunch after, naming off pricy places your younger self could only dream of going. You laugh at her, especially as may joins in with the new ultra luxury bakery that just opened up and is known to be pure Instagram fodder and not actually good baked goods. Just as you near snort with laughter at their suggestions, about to cut in with something cheaper and actually good, the door opens and causes you three to scoot a bit closer to one another in a corner and 4 actually fairly familiar faces trail in, shortly followed by a duo that you can tell aren't with the prior 4. Your husband's work and you being his previous arm candy piece at work events let you passionately shake hands with plenty of elites, faces recognizable to you easy. The 4 who are making conversation amongst themselves are athletes, specifically the (debatably) most popular members of the team. Koutarou Bokuto, Shoyo Hinata, Kiyoomi Sakusa, and Atsumu Miya.

The other 2 are businessmen that you've seen at damn near every single even you went to with your husband, higher ups from a company his worked with. They were always hitting you in the worst way so your nose unconsciously crinkles before you turn to Kura and May. You aren't too surprised, May did say plenty of the wealthy who live close by here and even some who don't come to this gym just because of how nice and/or exclusive it is. You hope somewhere inside yourself that the duo doesn't notice you at all, as that would help the first day back to a workout routine all the better.

Of course, you cant ever have what you want. The universe curses you by making one of the idiot duo loudly recognize your left shoulder tattoo of a chubby kitten playing with stars from various franchises, like animal crossing fragments and Rosalina's stars from Mario games. "Oh shit! I remember that dumb little tattoo! Y/n, how have you been babe?" He says. You roll your eyes hard enough to hurt as you feel every pair of eyes in this small room land on you. You force a smile and turn your head, giving a strained hi and fine. He and his friend start to bombard you with questions at your minor acknowledgement. Your husband, what he's been up to and things like that. You answer most, half with lies as Kura leans over your back and tells them to call him if they've got "such a hard on for him" instead of harassing you.

Kura has taken on most of your lost bite while you work to get it back, and you find yourself plenty thankful for it. You don't miss the small snorts of laughter from the other side of sauna and neither do the duo on the other side of you. Not liking to feel any sort of embarrassment, and somehow deciding that the wife of their business colleague is their prime target, the second one opens his mouth with venom. "You know Y/n, i have friends who work with your husband. We haven't seen you at any of the company get togethers anymore, yknow? But we have seen him with this real pretty dame on his arm. You make him get a replacement so you don't have to be there or what?" They way you stiffen is visible and your brain short circuts on what to do next for a half second. Both have this smug smile on their face as everyone looks wide eyed at the two, and they look at you.

You stand, eyes lifting from the ground where you had planted them during talking to them initially. "The fact you two are so mad because you cant even get escorts to sleep with you, much less me when im married so you go around saying shit like that is honestly pathetic." Your hand slaps the one who opened his mouth before you can rethink it, turning on your heels to leave at you hear not just your friends but the other men in the room giving them quite the reprimanding as you float your way to where you can pick up your freshly washed clothes. You must've been in there for longer than you thought, as they're set out with your membership card on top to show ownership. You're quick to change as you hear voices outside looking for you. You step out and toss the towel into the bin they have out for them and your friends rush to your side and try to comfort you but you simply tell them to get dressed so you can go and eat.

They're dressed in a flash and following you out the front door, you never noticing the sets of eyes that manage to trail your form as you storm out with your friends hot on your ass, wiping your eyes. Once in the car, there's a beat of silence as they seem to try and find what would be the rihht thing to say after that. What do they say? Your tears don't wait, a uncontrolled sob escaping you before your hand covers your mouth to hold back the rest of the noise as you cry. He's so brazen about it, of course other people notice but the last thing you wanted was to be confronted with it anywhere else. You're hugged from two directions, hands rubbing your back and arms to soothe you as May says she wont blame you for bailing after that. You shake your head, taking deep breaths to calm yourself and taking the tissue Kura passes you from her bag to wipe your eyes and blow your nose before you close your eyes. Clearing your throat, you croak. "I'm still going to do it... I'm not gonna let this stop me... Even if it sucks..." Kura pats you on the back, saying she'll still be with you and May clapping at you not letting it throw you down without a fight.

You get to pick lunch. A nice sit down hot pot spot that's having a slow day, so they wave the typical time limit they have and sit you three in a cozy booth. You loose track of time, your friends being efficient in distracting your mind from the day's sour turn, laughing and eating to replenish some energy. You three can see the door, and have made a game of betting (without money of course) on if the groups and couples who come in have ever actually been to a hot pot place or if they came in because they think it's "exotic". It's a dumb little game that results in fun banter. Lo and behold, the bell advice the door dings again and in walk... The same 4 athletes who basically saw you getting outted as being cheated on. The MSBY black jackles, with the rest of the team in tow. The owner working the register guides them to the large booth in the opposite corner from you and your friends, who ask if you wanna go after seeing the 4 familiar faces. You shake your head, saying you're having fun and betting that the extra shy, probable assistant, hasn't been to hot pot before as you slip a leafy green veggie in your mouth. You're friends smile and agree with you're bet, and you let your night continue.

The three of you fall easy back into yourselves as the waiter comes to top up your broth for the 3rd time, never noticing the pair of eyes that seem to linger along your form here and there. You don't even notice how the same eyes trail you once again as you leave out with your friends, looking considerably happier than when you left the gym. He knows he shouldn't be looking so hard, but he just cant seem to understand. Why would a man who married you not want you or not want to show you off?

You keep to your word and go back three days later, muscles sore the day after from how hard May worked you both but you return nonetheless to join her again as she says you'll both get used to it and she'll keep the routine the same for a while to help speed up that process. She beams at both of your forlorned faces as she makes you both get down on the floor for your stretches.

She keeps to her word, and you get back into your prior habits as your friends remind you that self care shouldn't be tied to the scumbag you live with as they have now deemed him. Your days with them are your highlights, whether it's just lunch and the gym or if they come over to insult your husband in the guest room you've moved into. Your gym trips are a bit better for your mental health tho, having made a couple of friends through May's bubbly personal skills and being away from your husband's revolving door of women. You tend to avoid anyone who has more consistent contact with your husband or his job to avoid any more incidents like your first day and that seems to do you well, though you've of course run into several big names that have worked with his company or him once or twice. You don't mind those, especially since some are constant faces anytime you go to be whipped into shape by May.

Some of the more consistent faces you see are those of Athletes, specifically coming across the MSBY team again and again. The 4 who initially witnessed your sauna incident either didn't remember it or simply never seemed to show they did, none giving you any odd looks or pitied glances any time your eyes seemed to catch theirs in passing. You were always the first to turn away, never catching on to the way one of them seemed to stare. At least not at first. The more often you came, the more you saw them and vice versa. The more you saw them, the more he could stare. The more he could stare, the more you seemed to catch him and while he would avert his gaze elsewhere or focus of the weight in his hands, he'd still eventually find a way to stare at you again all whilst taking pride in the way you seemed to fluster under his gaze. That man was Atsumu Miya.

Of course, his blatant "eye fucking" as Sakusa would call it didn't go unnoticed by the others, Bokuto and Hinata scolding him for essentially hitting on a married woman. When away from other who knew nothing about the information they had heard in the sauna, Atsumu defends himself. "He's cheatin on 'er anyways and i haven't even said anything. Why can't i look?" The others always reply that it's not the point.

"They might be trying to work it out?" Hinata mutters, making all of them turn their nose and Atsumu respond with a "Fuckin hope not." The boys were raised on better teachings so, even if they were reprimanding their friend for his borderline inappropriate behavior, they still don't like the idea of some poor, pretty girl "working things out" with a man that obviously doesn't care about her. Atsumu's typical defense doesn't hold up for long though. As time passes, the more he sees you, the more he tries to find ways to talk to you. From bringing you and your friends water to engage in small talk under the guise of being kind before he's called back to managing to catch you and your friends as you're about to leave some other amenity after making sure he worked out for just a bit longer, saying it was to not slack close to a game, to be sure he caught you at the tail end of your swim or sauna sit. Atsumu continues to argue that there's nothing wrong with making small talk or incidentally running into someone in a shared public space.

"You don't even know what incidentally means, homewrecker." Sakusa shoots, Atsumu having an aghast expression at the word. Though, with more time and the tiny tidbits of info he learns about you personally, the more the insult seems to not matter. You're a nice convo partner, and he's just being nice, right?

Of course, you have other obligations to attend to aside from the gym. You know he still expects you to clean the house, that damn bedroom you can't find it in yourself to even look at much less sleep in anymore included, and make him (and guests he brings) food. You'd refuse if he didn't opt for the coercive method of throwing the fact you don't have a job right now in your face, guests there or not. You just go with it at this point to avoid talking to him, moving away or giving minimal acknowledgement when he tries to soothe you with empty hugs and worthless words. So the supermarket is your other safe haven. No hard work, no husband or women he's fucking, no real stress aside from not finding something you're craving. Crossing into the refrigerated section causes a shiver, eyes scanning over price tags you've never gotten used to looking at. As you reach out for a pack of chicken with a decent tag, a stronger hand brushes in front of your to cross in the other direction. Looking up reveals a familiar blonde headed athlete who seems to beam at seeing you, as if he didn't see you a couple aisles ago.

"Hey, been a couple days. How ya been?" He asks, taking his hand away and gesturing for you to grab your thing first.

"Been alright, resting up before my May drags us back. You?" Conversation comes easy, he's noticed you're kinda quiet so he takes the lead in asking questions and talking about his own things. He's careful, even subconsciously, about asking certain questions as to not put you in a sour mood. You ask him the occasional question as he seems to follow you around, noting he doesn't have anything else to do except his own personal grocery trip, like about his games and team. He has no issue answering, giving the occasional jab at them and joking with you to make you giggle behind your hand as you both float around the store until you both have to check out. When he realizes that the window is closing on the most in depth conversation he's ever had with you, he spings an invitation as you both exit the store. "Umm... Hey, do you maybe wanna come over to mine later? To keep talking? I think you're actually pretty interesting." He says quickly, trying to make sure you don't think what he feels you are.

You smile, laughing softly. "Your reputation is starting to sound a bit more true. You always invite girls over to 'talk' after you grocery shop with them?" He smiles and shakes his head, free hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"Nah, just you." He flirts, and liking the feel of the missing male attention, you agree. He comes and tells you where his place is, and upon looking at it typed out, you realize that it's actually not far from where you and him live. Like, just a bit farther, just almost out of sight due to the curve, down the long street that your house sits at. You can walk to his house. When you tell him as much, he laughs. "Small world, huh? I'll leave the door open then." He shoots you a wink before heading on his way to his car ad you do yours.

When you get home, you don't speak to your husband. This is now normal. You simply put away the groceries you bought save for what you cook after. Once you've rushed through making a meal you have no real intentions of eating, you simply shoot him an "I'm heading out." Before slipping out of the door and taking a slow, leisurely stroll down to Atsumu's place. It takes about 20 minutes at that pace, and once in front of the door, you get butterflies. That old familiar flutter in the base of your tummy makes you hesitate to knock but you're a big girl, so you reach your hand up to give a few solid pounds to the heavy door. His place is nice, you've seen every house in the neighborhood at least once but you never really knew who lived in them. You were already housewife status before you moved here so you rarely came outside or interacted with any neighbors except next door and directly across the street.

The door opens with the slightly sticky sound of the seal meant to keep the outside out, and in the way of your view into the luxury home stands a broad chest. Your eyes get stuck for a half second before they trail up to his face, bright smile already splayed across his face. "Well howdy neighbor." You've heard him speak so the accent wasn't low on you but there sure are some words that really bring it out. You bow your head with your greeting and he turns himself to the side to let you in. "What took so long? I was waitin for ya." He asks jokingly, and you smile as you tell him about having to cook before you left because if you didn't do it, who would? He hears how lighthearted you make it sound, and he swallows the frown before it gets to appear on his face. You're keeping your head high to cope and it makes him wanna gag as his eyes trail up you, seeing no real flaw as to why some man wouldn't wanna be with you. He thinks you're real pretty, gorgeous even. You're also smart, funny and pretty quick witted when your head's not in the clouds. He knows it's a little odd to feel so strongly for the situation of a woman you just met, but his mama taught him so much better than that so when confronted with shit like this, it's hard to fathom. Even more so when the subject of it is right in front of him, oh so beautiful with your-

"Atsumu? Earth to pro athlete, need you back down here, big guy. Atsumu?" Shit. He had zoned out looking at you as you spoke so when he shakes his head and politely asks you to repeat the last thing you said, he feels awful. You seen a little too used to it as you shrug it off, which he feels makes it worse, and ask again. "I said: Did you have a plan when you invited me over or were you just gonna go with the flow and see what happens?" You stand with your hands behind your back so to not touch anything, and he struggles with his mind wandering as he motions for you to sit down and quickly jogs into his kitchen.

"I mean, we had a pretty nice time talking at the grocery store so i figured we could just pick up where we left off." He calls before coming to set a glass of lemonade down in front of you on the coffee table. "And if you stay long enough, i wouldn't mind you joining me for dinner?" It comes out like a question, you've been here for all of 2 minutes max and he's already inviting you to stay longer. He's so eager in a way you cant help but giggle and agree. You watch as he sits on the other side of the couch before starting to engage you in some bit of conversation from before. What you pick up on is that he constantly tries to get you to talk more and he pays actual attention to what you say. Anytime you quiet down out of habit, he asks you another question. The conversation hops from life experiences, to vacations, to upbringings. Anything to get you to talk to him more, anything to learn as much as possible about you, anything to make you smile and giggle like he's getting so enamored with.

He can't keep convincing himself that he's just being nice.

Not as he moves just a bit closer every time he sits back down from refilling your drinks. Not as he keeps trailing his eyes up and down your form when you laugh hard enough to close your eyes. Not when he has to fend off the mild shutter that slides up his back at certain words you say. Not as he continues to mentally say you're basically in the right if you were to do something outside of your marriage, and how he'd offer himself up in a heartbeat despite the guilt he'd been raised to have. Maybe if he finds out just a bit more about your garbage life partner, he can get rid of all the guilt he has. So he asks as you sip at the wine he offered up along with dinner, citing he's not as good as his brother in the kitchen but he does know a bit.

"Hey, i understand if it's still kinda touchy and you really don't have to answer if you don't wanna but, im just having a hard time wrapping my head 'round it." He starts, and your stomach turns as you know what he's gonna ask. But you sigh and down the rest of the glass, feeling It's better to get it out there now rather than feel like you're manipulating the situation later. The feeling of being wanted for a bit was nice while it lasted though. You set the glass down next to your empty plate and turn to face him, questioning when he went from the other side of the couch to only a couple inches away, motioning for him to continue. He ponders on how to say it without seeming insensitive before he sighs and just blurts it out. "Why the hell is your husband cheating on you? I genuinely can't understand." He stops himself before he goes on a tangent about how pretty you are or how nice you are or how he'd treat you plenty better.

You feel your eyes burn. You thought you'd be over it by now but maybe you had just pushed the thoughts away, far enough that it was basically outta sight, outta mind. You blink quickly to get rid of the tears and once Astumu catches the glossy look, he shakes his head. He opens his mouth to tell you to forget about him asking but you out your hand up to stop him. He fears you might just up and walk out, looking like a kicked puppy along with you as you take a deep breath to compose yourself. You open your eyes and put your hand down, speaking before he can. "He wanted an open relationship, so he's not actually cheating on me." Saying it feels gross, and if you took your eyes off the floor you'd see Atsumu with a face that agrees. Not because of the open relationship thing, because of how you phrased it.

"So you didn't want the open relationship?" He asks for clarification and though you and Atsumu don't know each other as well as you know your best friends, he's a comfortable presence that feels empathetic to you in a way, despite feeling like he's pitying you too but that's just your mind talking there. You shake your head, dropping it into your hands to rub away the tension that's building your temples.

"He sprung it on me out of no where, said i wasn't making him happy anymore. Saying i had 'let myself go' and whatnot. I was working on it, really. Working out at home, keeping up self care routines, trying to initiate even though that isn't normal for me. He just... Didn't want me anymore." You're quiet as you talk, a small sniffle in the middle of your statement tugs hard at his heart. Well now he can't possibly feel bad. He asks you about the dudes at the sauna the first time he saw you and lets you explain that they work with with your husband under a different company. "They've probably seen him with his pretty little coworker who he's been sleeping with. By the sound of it, they aren't the most discreet about it so it's just embarrassing for me. They're the types to get pissy when turned down. He rolls his eyes hard enough to hurt, feeling like his brain is throbbing in his skull over how dumb it sounds. Your husband, he colleagues, whatever whore he's screwing that most likely knew who you were and that the idiot was married. It gives the most sour ass milk taste to him.

"And what about you? Since he forced it, wouldn't it be good to get out and see someone?" He asks softly, particularly because he's yet to see you truly conversing with another man in the time he's been talking to you. He's also never heard you talk about anyone else, not that it would truly be any of his business but it just intrigues him. You simply shake your head again though.

"He's... He's the only man over ever been with. We met when i was young, got engaged and married pretty quick but i wasn't the prettiest thing in the group so he had no real competition. When that happened i kinda just stayed inside and didn't bother even after starting the working out thing with May again. I mean, if no one wanted me then, why would they now and I've just gotten older?" Your insecurities have shown before but Astumu's about to start asking some real serious questions about how your husband treats you if you think so low of yourself.

"So why not leave? I mean it's obvious he doesn't care 'bout ya, and you don't seem like the type to stick around for shit like this." He admits its a bit assumptive but he can read people pretty well, and he'd bet on this assumption for sure.

"He married me when i was young and kinda took over most things. Pre and post me leaving my job and agreeing to be his fulltime housewife. I kinda can't... At least not right now." You admit. Atsumu has genuinely never wanted the throttle a man so badly. He's basically holding you hostage so he cant look bad but is forcing decisions on you whether you like them or not so he can do as he wants. Yea, he definitely doesn't feel bad anymore.

"I want you." It's a simple statement but it has you whipping your head to look at him and the serious face he has that somehow also looks like he's bored almost.

"What?"

"You asked who'd want you since time has passed and stuff, right? Me. I do." Your eyes widen as he continues. "I think you're fuckin' gorgeous to be honest. Inside and out. You're funny and sweet when you're comfortable, you've got a good heart and 's all bundled up in this lovely, lovely body o' yers." He starts to smile mid way through his declaration as he notices your dace get more and more flustered. His accent seems to get just a bit thicker as he talks faster towards the end, enthusiasm radiating from him as he closes that tiny 2 inch gap between you two on the couch so your thighs touch. You're shocked honestly. It felt like he liked you but your self doubt said it was just pity, but you also felt there was nothing wrong with being a bit delusional and taking what you could get from a nice man giving you attention. You stutter, trying to get something out about how you feel but he hold up his hands and leans back a bit, never scooting away from you though. "If ya don't feel that way about me, i understand even if it hurts a little. But I would love to show you how a proper man should be treating someone as beautiful as you." He's laying it on thick but you feel he's being honest about your ability to back out if you want.

You still can't manage to figure out the words you want to say to him. You don't really think you'd know where to start, being the way he didn't seem judgmental towards you or the fact he apparently had actual, genuine interest in you. So you hug him instead. He's surprised for a moment but quickly hugs you back, finding that you're so much softer, warmer than he expected this close. He nose catches whiffs of your soap and shampoo, you even smell gorgeous. And your husband didn't want this? Fucking idiot. You pull back after a while, just enough to look him in the eyes. "Thank you, but... You don't..." You start how you want, but you cant seem to find the correct way to finish. Atsumu understands from the way you avert your eyes, flustered and shy in a way he finds all too cute on you. He puts his hand under your chin to gently redirect your gaze back to his, confident smirk still splayed across his face. It's a reassuring look really, one that says he really does want to do what he said.

"If you don't want to, that's fine. I understand, but don't think that i don't want to. Because i really fucking do." His voice is low due to his proximity, leaning his forehead against yours as he searches for any sign of you pulling away or rejecting his advances. It's like a little game behind your eyes plays out before you opt to say fuck it and close the small gap between your mouths. He reciprocates immediately, moving his hand from your chin to the back of your head as your hand begin to wind themselves in his soft blonde locks. The kiss goes on for what makes your lungs feel like eternity, but your brain feel like mere seconds. When the burn in your chest is too much, you pull back and take a deep breath, letting the oxygen take your brain through thoughts of this really being a good idea. Your eyes scan Atsumu, from the lidded gaze to the slightly swollen lips to the heaving chest and from what your eyes take in, your brain says it's a great idea. I mean, if he's willing to give you what you're missing, why deny yourself?

He stands up and holds out his hand to you, letting you take it as you ask about where he's leading you to. "Well i did say i'd be proper bout it, right? Can't take you on the couch first time around, that comes later." You note how confidently he said later, as if he's assured a next time. And while normally you'd say that was a bit presumptuous of a man, you couldn't help but think of the kiss you shared and allow him to have his confidence. He smiles when you don't deny him too. He leads you to a room that's cleaner than what you'd expect from an athlete if you're honest. The room smells of lingering cologne and linen air freshner as he closes his door. He comes behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his face into the crook of your neck to kiss and nip at the skin as you tilt tour head to give him more space. You giggle as he kisses at certain spots, whimpering when he finds that particular spot that has you slightly buckling in his grasp.

His hands play with the hem of your shirt and pants, gently tugging as he sucks and bites at the spot that has you depending on him more to help you stand. "You can still back out now, (y/n). I really don't-" you wind up snaking your hand back into his hair, turning your head to bring his mouth to yours.

"I want to, Atsumu. Please, lemme have this." The way you whine has his eyes rolling in a good way this time, gently pushing you to his bed before he opts for turning you toward him and tossing you on it. His grip firm as he halfheartedly flung you onto the soft sheets as if you weighed nothing and without a single complaint either. He's quick to crawl over you and place his lips back on yours, tongue slipping in before you can fight him on it. You don't fight with him too much for dominance, more so to just be playful. He takes it, sliding his hands higher under your shirt than before to touch your skin as you fingers dig into his shoulder. He takes time to pull away every so often to ask if he can remove some piece of clothing from you, seeming as if he truly couldn't get enough of you. First your shirt, then pants, then his own. He barely detached his body from yours as he stripped you or himself, wanting nothing more than the feel of your soft, pretty skin on his. When he inevitably did have to pull himself up onto his knees to take off your bra, he couldn't help but take in the sight in front of him.

You're underneath him, as he's wanted for a bit now, neck only slightly marked up from before, lips swollen and a little of the mixed saliva from him keeping your mouths together making Its way down your cheek from the corner of your mouth. Your chest is heaving from him giving you minimal time to breathe between kisses, and to top it off you're basically half naked, the pretty body he's seen clad in various workout clothes finally exposed properly for his eyes to drink in. His staring to you on the other hand, has you feeling self conscious. You take a breath and start to move to shield your body from him, crossing your legs and bringing one of your arms over your chest to hide. He quickly stops you, whining at you, gently smacking your hands and thighs to get you to move them. He settles himself properly between your thighs and moves to pin your hands above your head with one hand. "Don't hide, beautiful. 'M only staring cause i think you're pretty." He smiles at the flustered look that comes back across your face and trails his free hand over the too of your bra. "I can take the rest of it off, right?" He asks, eyes still glues to your chest.

You hum and nod, so he wastes no time before reaching under you to unhook the only thing keeping your chest from his mouth. He almost drools at the sight of them when he moves his other hand from your wrists to toss the garment to the floor. There's quiet fuck that slips from him as his eyes catch on your tits the same way yours did earlier, and under such admiration you can't really tell when, if ever, your husband looked at any part of you with such genuine hunger. If feels nice to be looked at like this, so you try not to let your hands fall from where they rest above your head. His hands smooth down your sides, gripping every so often at the soft flush under his fingers til he gets to the hem of your panties, pulling and letting them snap against your hip as you yelp. He's tempted to rip them in all honesty but decides against it, simply sliding them down and off you to the floor as his eyes rake up and down you to figure out where to start.

His hands reach for your chest, kneading your tits and watching how responsive you are to him tweaking and thumbing over your nipples. He takes in every tiny whimper and breathess noise you make before taking your left nipple into his mouth and moaning at the taste of your skin. Your hands come down then, rethreading through his hair and unconsciously pushing him just a bit more into your chest. They're more sensitive than he thought, and you seem to love the way he flicks the hardened bud with his tongue before he takes a teasing bite and pulls it with his teeth just a little. He's not one to show favoritism in the bedroom, so he swaps to lavish the other with the same attention, biting just a bit harder to get you to make more noise for him. It all has him rutting his still clothed cock against your center, the wetness quickly seeping through the thin fabric and driving him to take his open mouthed kisses down your torso, leaving marks here and there to show his pathing until he's kissing the top of your mound. You tug his hair and he lets his drunken gaze float up to yours, mouth still kissing around between your thighs.

"You... Don't have to, if you don't wanna... Just so you don't feel obligated or something..." His brows furrow as his mouth sticks to one spot just above your clit as he takes in what you just said. His foggy brain has a moment of realization when he sees that you aren't just flustered, but embarrassed. He sits up a bit more as you gulp and raises his eyebrow at you.

"Did that fuckwit tell you he didn't like eating pussy?" He asks so bluntly it makes you curl up a bit as you avert your gaze, hands stroking his head still.

"He said it wasn't his favorite part but he did it because it was expected so I'm just- ah!! Fuck!" You're abruptly cut off as Atsumu opts to dive head first to your center, tossing your legs over his shoulders and running his tongue from your hole to your clit before sucking it into his mouth. Atsumu eats pussy for his own enjoyment, for fun. Your husband had you at home all the time and didn't constantly want his face between your lovely thighs? He didn't want the warm soft earmuffs and the, to Atsumu, gentle pressure of you squeezing his head with them? Because to Sumu, this feels like heaven. The muffled squeals as he slides his tongue from lapping at your clit to fucking your slippery hole and nudging his nose against your clit to keep the cute little button stimulated have him rutting into his mattress. You're overwhelming his senses and he's in love with it, it's a contender for being his favorite part of it in competition with how you taste. One taste and he's actively trying to devour you, as if he hadn't eaten dinner maybe an hour or so ago.

His hands grip onto your plush thighs and encourage you to clamp them even harder than you are now around his head as you whine and keen under him. Your fingers tug at his hair as you halfway guide his mouth where you want him, also grinding your cunt against his face and breathlessly moaning everytime he hums in pleasure against you. He opens his eyes when he feels one of your hands leave his head and lets them trail up you see your head tossed into his pillows and the hand you freed from his locks grasping at your chest, kneading your breasts as he did earlier and he can't help the way he basically growls into you. "Atsumu~ mmphf! Fuck, Sumu!" Oh god if he wasn't determined to get you to cum from the dumb shit you told him earlier, he was now.

He keeps his grip on your thighs, sluring and lapping feverishly at your pretty pussy, making sounds you'd truly be embarrassed of if you could find yourself thinking straight. He lets you use his face, lets you tug and pull his hair in a way that would be damn near painful, if he could think straight either to, to let you throw yourself off that cliff. He's only focusing on the moans clawing their way from your throat, getting higher and higher in pitch until you feel like you're about to crush his skull between your thighs. You call his name over and over, louder and louder until you go rigid and squeal as he helps himself to your sweet release, guiding you through wave after wave of pleasure.

Once you begin to paw and push at his head, he pulls himself up to look down at you with a wolfish smile and drunken gaze. His chin and lips shine in the daylight that floods through his bedroom window, the subtle warmth that still enraptures you keeps you from being as embarrassed about the sight. He moves his hand to swipe your juices from his chin before placing those same fingers into his mouth and humming at the taste. "You're husband has absolutely no taste, does he?" You giggle and move to sit up, a hand reaching to trail down his abdomen to the hem of his boxers but are stopped short by him pushing you back down and crawling to blanket you with his body. He kisses you deeply, sharing the taste still on his tongue with you and swallowing the little whimpers you give.

"Are you not gonna let me reciprocate that?" You ask when he finally parts, moving to trail his mouth down your neck and shoulder as he shakes his head.

"Uh uh, at least not this time. Next time." He assures, and you laugh softly in his ear at his confident insistence on this not being a 1 time thing. It makes you giddy, a man desiring you in a way that seemed so fairytale lately even tho you were supposed to be happily married. He nips at your shoulder and hums when you don't respond. "You'll let there be a next time, right darlin'?" He mumbles against your shoulder. You nod, dreamily humming as you turn to kiss his temple. At your agreement, he grinds himself against you, letting your slick completely soak through his underwear as you both moan into each other's skin. You grab hold of his shoulders as he keeps going, his grunts heavy on your neck as he tries to keep from going overboard. He does sit up, chuckling breathlessly as you whine at the loss of his heat.

He quickly slides off his boxers and when your eyes meet again, or rather when he looks at your face, the smile that crosses his face is smug. Your eyes were glued to between his legs, your lower lip caught between your teeth. He was bigger than your husband, longer and thicker though you'd say they were similar heights. Impressive sure was one way to describe it, the tip pink and glossed over with his arousal that began to run down his length. He trails his fingers from his abs to wrap around his dick, giving it slow stokes which catches your attention. You let your eyes follow up from his dick, soaking in the way the muscles under the skin of his tummy ripple and quiver, taking in how his chest rises and falls with his labored breaths. From his chest, you look to his face, catching how his eyes are intently glued to you as he seems to fight the urge to fist himself faster. Your grip on your lip becomes bruising, the wet plaps of his hand around himself causing you to twitch and pant.

He smiles as he stops, bringing his wet hand to your mouth with a slightly raised brow, a tiny gasp escaping him as you eagerly take his hand in yours and run your tongue over his palm and between his fingers. It sets him off, as he's quickly over you again, freshly licked hand guiding his hardness to your weeping center and mouth on yours with the full intent to make it hard to breathe. He lets his cock slide through your folds, swallowing your moans every time his tip rubs your swollen clit. "You ready, sweetheart?" He slurs against your mouth. You nod, clasping your hands together at the back of his neck, desperate mutters of "Please, Sumu..." spurring him on as he slides his way into you. He was happy at how easy it was; despite how tight you were, your pussy was wet enough give give him little resistance. He only pulled away from the heated kiss to watch your eyes roll into the back of head and listen at the drawn out noise you gave him.

When he feels you hike your leg over his hip and push him into you, he almost giggles at your eagerness. He moves his hands to the sides of your head, starting a steady rut into you before both of you whine at the feeling not being enough. "Please, Astumu.. Gimme more~" you ask so sweetly, how can he deny you? His hips begin to snap into yours, drawing out pretty high pitched moans and grunts from both of you. He moves his face to mark your throat and shoulder as he pumps into you, hands moving to grab your hips to prevent you from scooting up the bed as he starts to thrust faster and faster. He keeps his moth on your throat, grunting at the feel of your sounds on his lips and your nails digging into his shoulders as you wrap your other leg around his waist.

"Feel .. s'good baby. Y'er grippin me soooo fuckin tight- shit!" He curses into your neck, mindless babbles being all he receives in return. The smile on his face never seems to leave, even as he sits up to sit back on his haunches and starts using your hips to bring your velvety pussy onto him, your ass propped up just a bit by his thighs underneath. The angle has you keening, arching your back and grasping at his wrists as a way to ground yourself as he pistons into you again and again. The sticky wet squelch between you drags Atsumu's eyes down to where you both connect, rolling and threatening to close as the sight of his pelvis all glossy, pretty white ring encircling his base and shaft completely coated. The feel of your walls convulsing and clentching as your hips buck against his in a futile effort to keep up with his brutal pace is mind numbing, dragging almost whiny moans from his chest as his hands garb onto any bit of you they can and please.

When he does manage to tear his eyes away from your swollen cunt sucking him in, he lets his gaze lick up your body. From your tummy that he can see bulge with every pump in, to your tits that bounce so nicely, to your pretty face and the adorable fucked out expression that's plastered across it. He genuinely thinks you're so pretty, he can't wrap any part of his mushy brain around how someone could have you and not want to worship you all the damn time. You deserve so much. And he's damn sure gonna give it to you. "Y'er- so- fuck-in pretty!" Every syllable is punctuated with a harsh kiss to your cervix, just bordering on painful but still adding to the pleasure that has your eyes glued to the back of your skull. Your whines and moans are broken as they hit his ears, one large hand moving from your hip to your front, letting his thumb rub your clit and his other four fingers press above where his cock hits inside.

You shudder under his hands, twitching as you let out a weak warning of your impending orgasm. Though teary eyes, you see him nod. "C'mon darlin, cum nice an' hard f'me." He grunts, leaning up onto his knees just a bit more for leverage to throw you over.

And he does.

Your eyes clamp shut as you basically scream, his name tumbling out again and again as he fucks you through it. He's honestly a bit disappointed in the fact you didn't squirt, but there's always next time, right? He does fall over the edge after you do, your gorgeous climax having a domino effect on him as he grunts out your name like a mantra until he can't. The after shocks of yours guiding him through his own overwhelming haze of pleasure, and he finds himself drooling slightly by the time he comes back to earth. His body collapses next to yours after he pulls out and watches your cunt twitch and clench, letting his cum seep out and admiring it as it follows the curve of your ass onto his bed. He pulls you to him and you let him, snuggling into his chest.

He lays there for a bit, basking in the afterglow with you before getting up to get a wet towel to clean you up with as a bath runs. "Oh, you don't have to-" The stare he gives cuts you off as he wipes down your lower half, eyes narrowed at what you saying that now implies about how you were treated at home.

"I just fucked your pretty little brains out, sweetheart. I am not only obligated to clean you up and take care of you, but i want to. As any real man should." He emphasizes what shouldn't need to be said as he finishes wiping you down and goes back into his bathroom to finish up your bath. He carries you, despite protest, and sets you in as he says he's going to change his sheets. "Do... Do you maybe wanna stay over?" He's suddenly bashful, and it makes you wonder if the man who just made you cum harder than you have in years just a moment ago and this sweet, shy, country boy who can't seem to find your eyes is the same man. You nod, saying you'd like that. He finds your eyes then, dopey smile out in full as he hops off to clean his room.

He comes back just when you're clean and about to fall asleep, calling for you as he helps you out and dries you off, admiring your sleepy form as he slides a clean tshirt over your head. He guides you out this time, you smacking his hands when he tries to pick you up, his bed now dressed in a pretty deep grey color as he lets you lay down and get comfy. He's about to walk into the bathroom when your phone rings from the floor, you sucking your teeth at the ringtone. He rummages through your pants to find it again and frowns at it being the man neither of you wanna hear from. He does not the lack of guilt he feels about what happened tho. He hands it to your grabby hand and listens from the bathroom as you answer.

"Hello?... What does it matter what im doing?... I'm not at home, your dinner is in the oven. Is that not everything?... What you do in that house, in that bed is none of my business. I don't wanna hear about it either, not like i sleep there..... I have an attitude because you're bothering me... That's not even fair, what for?!... Sure, whatever. Move it i guess.... No, im not. Can i go now?" He hears you sigh and groan, but you seem to be off the phone, so he quickly hops in the shower before coming to cuddle with you in bed. The evening sun has set, the sky it's deep inky black through the window as he flicks on the tv to something neither of you pay attention to. He wraps you tight on his embrace and kisses your head, asking what your legal partner wanted. "He wants to use the guest room I'm staying in to house his little tramp because she's having 'family issues, don't be such a bitch. She's going through a hard time.'" You grown and half flail like you're having a tantrum, pressing your face into his chest. He grips even tighter, his blood boiling. That man has 0 respect and it shows so much.

"You can bring whatever things you don't want him to touch here." He offers, and you turn your sad, puppy like eyes to him. Even in the dark, under the mild light of his tv, he can see how glassy they are. It hurts his heart. "You can come by whenever you want, too. I'll never turn you away." You open your mouth, voice raspy with tears as you tell him of not wanting to intrude or be a burden but he stops you with a kiss. "Im not him. You will never be a burden to me. I mean it. Whatever or whenever, you always have a sizable place here." The tears fall but you smile at his sweetness, sharing kisses and sniffly thank you's with him. He pulls you on top of him, letting your head lay on his chest as he soothes his hands over your back, telling you to get some well deserved sleep. He thankfully doesn't miss your mutters of how much you like him already and how thankful you are before you're out cold. He places another kiss to your head, smiling as his own eyes close from his own exhaustion. Be it from fucking you like that or from being angry at your paper-only lover, he doesn't know or even care right now. He knows he'll have to explain himself to someone at some point, but that's a task for future Astumu.

Besides, he's just doing what his mama taught him was right, right?

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[wayfayrr]

Alright, I wonder how long an ask can be. U asked for it!😝

Also, if u were curious, since I’ve only played Botw and most but not all of totk, 98% of the time my yandere self-aware ideas will be of Wild/Tears.

How does Wild/Tears feel about the fairies? Like, is he embarrassed that reader has to watch that? Does he worry what they think? Or is he just like “eh, I can’t control their upgrade animations, sorry”. Then how does he feel when reader thinks it’s kinda cute/funny? I don’t want to traumatize the poor guy, but I must admit watching the level four animation is slightly funny bc I feel so bad for him. And in level three when he covers his face is cute.

What about when he just has to sit there for 10 hrs his time? Listen, I wanna upgrade the darn champion’s tunic but the stupid upgrades require 2 of each farmable dragon Zelda item. And I couldn’t find her for so long it was annoying. Ik she follows a certain path but even so u have to just keep following the path hoping u eventually run into her. So I just decided to farm an item, then sit there for 10 minutes r time until she’s farmable again. So how does Tears feel? Am I wasting his time? Is he bored? If he had an animation for it would he fall asleep? Would he glare at me for making him sit there for 10 hours? Plus, ima be honest. For those 10 minutes of me just waiting, I’ll usually scroll on my phone. I’m not gonna stare at the tv for 10 minutes, sorry lol. So is he mad that I’m not paying attention to him and stuff?

What about if I laugh at him? Alright, I don’t do it That much lol, just if I make an embarrassing mistake w him and he looks a little funny. Would he be embarrassed? Mad? ….?? I think he’s cuuute! It’s fiiine, right…?😭

Thinking about my one ask where I used him for science, totally not using bombs on him for any other reason! Anyway, so I have to admit, his overheating animation I like. I’m all for angst/whump w characters. Whenever I read AO3, 98% of the stories r angst/whump for Wild/Tears. Sicfic? Yes please! Nightmares? Yes please! Psychological torture? Sign me up! There was this one fic someone wrote about Wild being hit by a curse that trapped him in his memory next time he unlocked one, so he had to watch it over and over and over. The rest of the chain had to save him. Tho, if it makes u feel any better, I only like happy endings, no open ended ones, no sad ones, or character deaths. Nope. Fairy tale where they all lived happily ever after please and thank u lol. So anyway, I got sidetracked lol. My question was, would he be mad if I just put the game on the clothes menu when he’s overheating so he doesn’t lose any hearts over it, just watching him do it for a minute or two?

Sometimes I need to wear like one clothing item per outfit so I can use like 3 different abilities. For example, maybe bandana to climb faster, gloom shirt for an extra heartbreak, and snow pants bc it’s freezing? And sometimes I’ll complain that he looks ugly, well, not him, but the outfit, and say that I wish I could make him look cuter but I need these abilities atm. Does he hate the outfits like I do? Does he care more about function? Does he hate that I care so much?

How does he feel not being able to talk? Like literally every other character can talk except him. And he can’t do anything by himself. Everything he does is either a programmed animation or an action by my controller. I bet he has a lot he wants to say but can’t. Does he ever worry that if he were to get out and see me, what if he couldn’t talk to me??

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yeah it's always a lot easier to think about the links you know better for stuff like this ngl, so I don't blame you for sticking to them. plus wild and tears are just fun too right? :3c

so starting from the top -

I think the fairies are a touchy subject for him, if you like the cutscenes then he can set his discomfort about being picked up and kissed somewhat - don't get me wrong he doesn't enjoy it but for your happiness he'll do it as many times as you make him (although, unless he finds a way to override the controls then it's not really like he has a choice in it) he'll make notes about how you like him acting in certain ways though - I mean if you like seeing him as a blushy mess covering his face in the game then you'll like it more when he's doing it in person right? Please don't make him recreate the level four one though.

To be honest, there's nothing that you could do to him that he could ever consider a waste of time. would he prefer you to be actively engaged? sure. Is he bothered if you're still there but just waiting for a bit for the dragon to recharge? Not really, yeah he'd prefer to be doing more, but at the same time it gives him a chance to observe and to get more of a grasp of how the game works while it's on and running compared to when he's robbed of his body and is left a being floating in a desolate void of numbers and machine code. He can relax and still have feeling and eyes on you and your eyes on him every now and then even though it's not as often as he'd like. as for the time? I think once he became aware he stopped running on hyrules time, so it's only ten minutes for him too. Ten minutes that granted feel longer than that cause of the scenery, but still only ten minutes. if it were a situation where he was still in a hyrule then he'd be further detached from anyone else. (my thoughts are if the game is left in standby on the switch then it's all still loaded and the links have free reign but if it's closed and you're playing another switch game then it tosses them into the abyss)

laughing at him for being cute is all good but please don't make fun of him ;-; he's only doing what you make him do after all!

I need to write more whump and hurt/comfort for tears actually, thanks for the reminder Well, he's not getting hurt by it -soooo he's kinda a bit deluded into thinking that it's another show of love for him. You simply love all the sounds that he's making <3 (and I don't blame you, his whimpers are actually just so adorable?????) You care so much that you're not letting him get hurt for your happiness!!!!

I think he takes it as a compliment that you care so much about how his outfits look, he wants to look his best for you too!!! If he could he'd find a way to stack the different bonuses so that you could treat him like a proper dress up doll without having to worry about the environment and how it impacts him :c he doesn't care what outfit he 'wears' cause it's not like he's actually wearing and interacting with it. it's glued to him like a second skin so whether you're keeping him shirtless or putting him in the thickest shirt possible there's no difference to him just don't mod him so that he's no longer himself please

The fact that there's a chance he wouldn't be able to communicate with you is something that he worries about alot, not even just not having a voice. He'd be fine with being mute if he can write or sign to you, hell he could probably delude himself into being fine that he couldn't do that if he could move freely and hold you. what scares him the most is the idea that he'd be like a puppet cut, that if he gets out that without the code acting as his strings he falls limp like a puppet cut loose. that's what's horrifying to him. anything else he could learn to live with, but that potential keeps him from making any rash movements where the cost could outweigh the benefits. I like to think that out of desperation, (this goes for sky in the fic too) they stole another characters voicebank from another game :) one that speaks your native tongue preferably, but at the very least one that shares a language you speak

[prettyboykatsuki]

territorial woes | k. leona

✮ tags ; fem!reader (referred to as leonas woman very briefly) fluff, territorial / needy leona , he is sickly in love in this sorry they're so domestic, one singular sex joke, this is a college au so everyone is over 18 for sake of my sanity, sfw but this blog is 18+ so minors don't follow please and ty

✮ wc ; 2k (? ? ?)

✮ a /n ; im so embarassed that this is leaving my fingertips actually. i do have to clarify like... i dont rlly think leona gets jealous easily but he can be kind of childish bc he's spoiled if that makes sense lmao. i was so Plauged by this i couldnt sleep its like 4am. i took my melatonin at midnight im so sick. blame @/petrichorium i am not responsible.

✮ synopsis ; leona kingscholar is often annoyed, but not usually over something like this.

He shouldn't have come to class.

The clock on the wall is agitating. Tick, tick, tick. On repeat over and over, plainly the same and piercing. Leona is sensitive to his surroundings, and particularly to noise.

He hates loud noises and sharp cries and he hates the sound of the damn clock in Trein's classroom. He's never been a fan of the classroom setting, general lack of motivation aside. It goes against his very nature to listen to boring lectures and sit through assignments he's already done hundreds of times.

All of his education from being young royalty paid off but ultimately amounts to nothing, because if he wants to graduate he still has to do this all over again.

He's a hunter, so he's not opposed to sitting and lying in wait if there's a promise of reward at the end. If all this sitting around with a twitching ear and bored sigh would amount to anything he'd be a little less annoyed with attending.

And there was one, originally. A thing, that Leona had wanted (which he can only admit to himself begrudgingly) that was worth hauling his ass out of the peaceful botanical garden and into class today. That very thing which is currently giggling their heart out to one of those idiot freshman from the Heartslyabul dorm.

Tick, tick, tick. Leona snaps his jaw close and tears his eyes from the sight, nose scrunched in frustration with a knuckle pushed against his temple.

He wants to go back to his dorm. But he can't. He won't until he gets what he even came for.

The presence of another person alerts his senses, but he relaxes upon realizing it's Ruggie, sitting on the edge of his desk with that usual smug air about him. Leon passes him a glance but doesn't say a word.

"Somethin' troublin' you, my liege? Shyehehe."

Leona all but growls.

"Shut your trap or I'll hang you up by your tail."

"Ouch. That bothered by it, huh?"

"I'm not bothered by squat."

Ruggie laughs hard at that and Leona considers throwing him through a wall. Ruggie is also looking ahead where you at, staring a little more openly than Leona is. He whistles under his breath. He can't remember the names of the two brats, but they're always together. One of them with orange hair and the other with the short blue.

"They're pretty close with those two, yanno. Heard they were having sleep-overs and all durin' their first year.''

Leona narrows his eyes. The clock ticks on. Ruggie grins and Leona knows he should just up and leave. It's stupid to be hanging around here. It's lame that he's even looking. He should just go up there and—

"They're best friends, basically. Been like that since before you two had a thing going too. Way before that, I think."

Leona knows well enough what Ruggie is doing. What Hyena's are good at, goading his annoyance to push him to act. He's looking for a show, and Leona is nearly tempted to give him one. Nearly.

You're not the fierce type like the women back home. You probably wouldn't think twice about it, just bat your little lashes and wave your friends goodbye like the herbivore you are if he decided to drag you away. You'd pester him, follow him around while he acted moody and cold for a while before frowning.

You'd get mad at first, before huffing and saying sorry for something you didn't even do. Mumbling and poking around until Leona eventually drags you in his bed to nap instead of being outright about any of it. If his sister-in-law knew he was acting like such a kid to his woman, he'd never hear the end of it. It's that voice in his head that keeps him stuck in his chair, seething.

"Not like you to be so docile, King." Ruggie says. Leona shoots him a mean enough glare that he backs away in fear.

It's not like he's being docile. Not really. There's more to it than that.

Thing is, Leona is used to being chased. Regardless of his inferiority in birthright, he's still royalty. Royalty means plenty of people itching to get in his good graces to get a taste of the highlife. Leona is used to cheap tactics of seduction and luxury in order to earn his favor - he can smell it from away. He's always half expecting to uncover secret intentions.

It never happens. You are all by all measures, frustratingly sincere. Leona doesn't really know how to respond to it. You don't pay mind to his royalty or his ability aside from a normal amount of awe. You're an herbivore firstly, and a stranger to this world after that. Whatever traits in Leona you've latched onto, he can't wrap his head around nor does he understand.

It's the first time in his life that he's gotten into a romantic entanglement like this. Where everything is all lovey-dovey and things are so important. He's always been respectful to his women but he's never been seriously in love in his life. It's different from just being decent. He cares what you think to an extent that's unfamiliar. It's not like he'd ever fix his mouth to say all that, but it really matters that he does things the right way.

Leona doesn't usually act in self-interest, to begin with. Cocky as he may be - he's still king and kings act in the interest of his people. Regardless of what it looks like, you are part of his people. His pride, in more simple terms.

It's not being docile as much as it's an effort to show some respect for you.

Leona isn't usually jealous about petty, trivial shit. It doesn't matter to him what you do or who you do it with in your own time. He likes that you're independent, too.

He is however, a territorial apex predator and a prince. For better or for worse whenever he looks at you, all he can see is to prey animals encroaching on his territory.

That's the part of him that's raring to go. Teeth clenched and agitated, brows all drawn together in frustration. Leona wants to go back to his dorm, but he wont without what he came for. It's putting him in a bad mood.

But ultimately, he doesn't move from his spot. Ruggie leaves eventually when his mood has soured completely. His head is on the desk and he's got his eyes closed, but his ears twitched at the sound of your chair dragging on the floor.

"Can you guys walk Grimm back to the door? I'm gonna go with Leona. Thanks! See you later,"

And just like that, the classroom clears of the last nuisances occupying it. Leaving only you and Leona and that ticking clock together.

He hears you walk up to him before he sees it. Your voice is annoyingly pleasant to listen to.

"Leona? You sleeping already?"

He's starting to understand why his older brother folded at every single word that came out of his sister-in-laws mouth. He lifts his head just barely to look at you and you're looking at him all wide-eyed. He wants to tick you off a little, but can't conjure up any ideas.

"You done with those little yippin' herbivores you call friends? Can we leave now?"

You frown.

"You're in a bad mood. And don't be mean to them, they are actually my friends, you know?"

He scoffs and your frown deepens.

"Leonaaa," You drag out the syllables of his name as you stand beside him "What's wrong with you?"

He hears you pull a chair up. When he finally sits up, you're sitting directly in front of him on a chair turned backwards. There's hardly any room between you. Your face is twisted up with worry.

Leona reaches to pinch your nose. You pull away making his lips twitch upward.

"I shouldn't've came to class." He complains. You rub your nose but don't say anything back, considering him.

"I didn't think it was that bad today though. I guess it might always be for you though since you know like, everything, but I don't—"

Before you can keep going, he leans forward to press his lips to yours. It shuts you up effectively. Your lips are soft. They're sweet and a little sticky - mouth warm and welcoming.

When he pulls away, you blink at him.

"What were you sayin'." He asks.

You look a little taken aback.

"I don't know. Oh, uhm. I liked the lesson. It's fun to learn stuff about this world, I guess." You stumble over your words like you're shy. It's ironic to him, but charming all the same.

He grins.

"What? You nervous after a little kiss?" He teases.

You flush.

"You're not usually that forward, dummy. Which brings me to my question again, what's up? You're sulking."

"What the hell? I'm not sulkin'"

"Yes you are. Your doing the little nose scrunch thing too. Did something happen?"

He pushes the comment about his nose scrunch away entirely because he's sure thinking about too long is gonna get on his nerves. He glares at you for a while, debating on what he should say. Truth is, he is a little pissed. But he isn't going to tell you that your little chat with friends is making him territorial. That would be ridiculous.

There's a brief moment of silence before you pause. You tilt your head, eyes shining with curiosity.

"...Were you lonely?" You suggest.

His face drops.

"You're not the jealous type usually, but you're like a big overgrown kitty. So, you missed me right? That's why you're moping?"

The tone of your voice makes him want to pinch you again.

"Watch your mouth, herbivore." He grits, agitation rolling back into his tone like a wave. And you laugh, the nerve of you. Giggle a little as you lean in closer.

"You didn't say no."

"Shut up." He says, weakly.

"Leona," You say his name again, a little sweeter. Purposefully full of affection and he hates everything about how mushy it's making him feel. You reach your hand up to his head, petting behind his ears in the place you know he likes "I'm sorryyy,"

"Do you go 'nd tuck your tail between your legs like this for everyone? Where's your self-respect, huh?" He means to say with a lot more characteristic sarcasm.

But it all comes out gross and sweet sounding instead.

"Mm, no? It's just that my boyfriend is pretty shit at being honest about his feelings so if I don't dote on him he'll wither away like a houseplant and—"

He covers your mouth with his hand and glares at you, faux annoyed. And you're giggling against his palms, all bely laughs. It's all a little nauseating for him. He pulls away by cupping your jaw instead, squishing your face together.

"When'd you get so damn mouthy?" He grumbles.

"Since forever ago." You say through squished lips. He huffs, leaning forward to kiss you a second time. You're all soft everywhere. Squishy and mellow. Leona kisses you three times in the process, each one a little more impatient than the last before releasing you.

He doesn't let go, hand going to cup the back your neck instead. He cradles your head close, sighing against your mouth.

"Annoying," He says. You smile at him and he has to look away to deal with the intensity of it.

"You love me." You say with a smile. If only you knew the half of it.

He doesn't say that of course. Just scoffs as he stands to his feet, dragging you with him. He curls an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. The warmth of your body makes him purr.

"In your dreams. You owe me for cuttin' into my naptime."

"What can I do for you my liege?" You say sarcastically, grabbing his hand openly. He squeezes it "You wanna take a nap with me?"

"Can't promise I'll get you in my bed and not fuck you about it." He says with a lazy chuckle. You nudge his side.

"You're so crass."

"You love me," He mocks. You huff.

"Unfortunately, I do. Could use some rest though," You yawn, and blinking blearily "So nap time it is. 'kay?"

He kisses the side of your head.

"Sounds good t'me."

[scekrex]

Prompt for Adam x reader !!(male ofc)

Don't really know how to go into big details about this, but y'know how in your NSFW fics Adam and the reader have this "red light green light" system? where one asks the other a color and if they say green then they're good to go? yeahbb

Maybe a situation where the reader says red? Like where they need to stop? (Maybe from it being too rough and it hurting? but not the good kind of hurt..) so it's like NSFW but turns into fluff!! (Also because I wanna see how Adam handles aftercare..)

anyway thank you, last night I read like ALL of your Adam fics im so SRS!! 😞😞😞 I love ur writing sm!!

(I'd add a silly Adam image but idfk how asks work so ...)

Okay so I feel like Adam would suck at providing comfort and aftercare in a verbal way, he just doesn't have the words to guide you through it verbally, so he does it physically. I hope ya like it xoxo/p

This hurts me like Heaven

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, anal sex (in the beginning)

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Adam pounded into you, rough, quick, there was no thought behind his eyes, not a single one that didn't scream ‘pleasure him, pleasure yourself’. His nails had broken the skin stretched over your hip bones a while ago, you didn't remember when, you were too zoned out. There was no mercy, not a single break and usually that was just fine by you, today though, today it very much wasn't. Why? You weren't quite sure yourself, it felt more painful, more intense, just more. In the most negative way possible.

The sound of his balls slapping against your ass over and over again which you normally liked, which normally came with pleasure and desire felt now bittersweet, you were enjoying it - well, you had been. Until it got too much. When that point had been reached you didn't remember, you had zoned out when the pain became too overwhelming at first, you had thought it would go away eventually. It didn't. It became unbearable, too painful, too quick.

“Stop,” you cried out as your face scrunched up in pain and you tried to pull your body away from the uncomfortable feeling that was causing many things but most definitely not pleasure. “Adam, stop,” you whined again, yet the man on top of you didn't stop and you couldn't blame him, stop never meant stop, stop usually meant ‘keep going’, ‘please, more' and ‘this feels good'. And given the pleasuring high the first man must've been on, you couldn't be mad at him for not recognizing your discomfort. He was too caught up in his own feelings, his own pleasure and your words didn't really indicate that you seriously wanted to stop and while your tone was filled with pain, it was also soaked with lust that started to wear off.

“Adam, red,” that got the brunette to stop immediately, he stared down at you as the clouds lifted from his golden eyes and his vision seemed to clear from the foggy lust that had occupied his mind. His confused frown shifted to something softer as he was quick to pull out of you yet gentle when he lifted your legs from his shoulders. Yes, there was a code word for when it got too much, but neither of you had ever used it before so the first man was quite overwhelmed on how he was supposed to handle the situation - the fact that he was still as hard as you were, was completely forgotten. “Are you-” he didn't finish the question, too afraid of your answer, too afraid that he had fucked up, that you would leave like everyone else had done. His mind was telling him that this was it - you had called out red and now you were never to have sex with him again. The look on his face said it all and you didn't like it, that's why you had code words, that's why you had red as a safe word. It was not like you had cried out red and he had continued to hurt you, no, the exact opposite was the case so why was he feeling bad? Well, simply because deep down inside, this man was very insecure.

You grabbed him by his neck and pulled him down, you felt how his arms and legs gave out and how he simply let himself collapse on top of you - that position didn't last long though, he was quick to roll himself over so that you were the one laying on his chest instead of the other way around. It eased the pain a little, the comfort your partner was providing felt like fluffy clouds that filled your brain, like a high that only Adam could give you, a high that took all the worries you had and threw ‘em away for as long as he held you. “You did fucking well, babes,” he hummed softly as he buried his face in your hair and wrapped his wings around you like a secure blanket that not only gave you comfort, but also pulled him closer against Adam's chest. “Did so fucking amazing by telling me that,” he added quickly, a soft kiss was pressed against the top of your head and you closed your eyes for a moment. The pain still lingered heavy in your body, the pain and the shock equally. You didn't move, couldn't move, but you embraced the warmth Adam offered so dearly. “I-” the word was barely audible, so quietly spoken that even you missed it, only Adam knew it had been spoken at all, a quick, “Fuck,” followed. You felt his body trembling, felt how his grip on you tightened, how he pulled you closer to his chest. He hadn't meant to hurt you, hadn't meant for it to go as far as it did. He knew you would brush it off later, and would tell him that that was what safe words are there for, but to Adam it was different. To him this meant that he had screwed up, that he had ignored your body language and had continued anyway even though your discomfort had been very visible. And yet this wasn't about you comforting him because of his overthinking, this was about him comforting you because he overstepped. And fuck, he was bad at providing comfort. Talking you through it he could technically do but his words failed him, they always did when it came to offering you comfort. He wasn't good with words, never had been.

So instead, he provided comfort with his actions, he kept you close, your head rested on his chest, you looked stressed and peaceful at the same time and while Adam thought it looked cute, it also made him worry. Your breathing was steady though, so that was one good thing. Your body was slowly calming down. Good, that was good. His wings remained wrapped around your body, your own wings had done the same thing, they had come up to wrap around you, to shield you away. One of the first man's hands gently petted the soft feathers of your wings as he started to hum a soothing tune. Oh how you loved that tune he hummed. His other hand traced the little gap between your wings on your back up and down, leaving his scent all over you.

Slowly your wings withdrew, exposing your body to Adam as he continued to hum that certain tune you enjoyed so much, when your eyes met his, it was love that looked down on you, non-verbal but love. You offered him a small and weak looking smile, that smile was met by an unsure one. You snuggled against his chest without a word being spoken, letting him know that you were okay for as long as he would hold you, so he continued to do so.

[saintobio]

Omg ok ok hello! I had this huge rant in my head about sy and sn so pls feel free to ignore it, but I love your writing so much and it gives me some STRONG FEELINGS. First of all it surprised me that I like the way you write y/n cuz she doesn't become a "bitch" after the whole deal with Gojo and have some elaborate revenge plan, but she is also not a goody two shoes (even if she stayed with Gojo earlier but she had a lot of external pressure to stay in the marriage). Not that those tropes are necessarily bad but it's just more realistic this way. She's just a person who has been deeply hurt and is trying to do right by others. Even if she has made big mistakes, she still wants to make up for them cuz she's not completely in the right either. Also getting bashed by everyone for trying to make amends/ not following their advice regarding you own life; while very triggering for me (lol) is also just such a natural reaction. Not right, just natural. When things get out of people's hands and they want to blame someone for it, they often go for the one who is actually trying and won't retaliate if for nothing than to just keep the peace. Also wanting people to understand your side of the situation yet feeling undeserving of it at the same time because of your mistakes is UGHHH I feel like you do that so well! It's amazing but genuinely heartbreaking to see how far Satoru has come as a person too. Also when he thinks about how he wants to be a better person for Akemi IT MADE ME WANT TO PUT MY HEAD THROUGH A WALL... cuz WHY COULDN'T HE BE LIKE THAT FOR US!!! At the same time we have moved on without him, so if we are allowed that luxury then why isn't he? It's just so ANGSTY AND SO SO GOOD! Because we love Satoru we always will but he had a chance and he fricked it over terribly! So it would be idiotic to go back to him but at the same time the heart yearns for him. This is a side tangent but whenever any character says "this is not like you", "you have changed, this isn't how you'd act" makes me so MAD lol (maybe bc I am triggered?) But these guys WATCHED MY GIRL GO THROUGH SOME HORRIFIC SHIT AND STILL EXPECT HER TO NOT BE PERMANANTLY AND IRREVERSIBLY CHANGED???!! ;-;; IDK what they want from her oof >.< I do think Akemi is a shitty friend but I can't bring myself to hate her completely. Seeing them together is so ANGER INDUCING AAAAA (and her wanting a family with him is fine BUT THIS EARLY?!JUST AFTER ADMITTING YOU FEEL "SORRY" FOR BETRAYING US?! IT MAKES ME WANNA HURL HER TRHOUGH CONCRETE) but at the same time Satoru and Akemi both deserve someone who can love them. It feels hypocritical to be angry when we ourselves told him to move on and find someone who can love him the way he deserves. It's just very very shitty it had to be them. Sera is also such an interesting character. She has a lot of traits that I admire a lot. Her resourcefulness and complete and utter pride/confidence and being unashamed to ask for things/ stand up for herself (even when she is wrong) is something I wish I had sometimes. Still wanna stick her head through a toilet tho and yet when a person who slept with a married man can see the bloody violation of girls' code that is sleeping with your bff's EX HUSBAND oh BOY you should KNOW SOMETHING IS WRONG. I have no strong feelings for Toji (cuz I don't like him much anyways but that's just personal bias XD )but I do think his anger and frustration is well founded especially since he runs over whenever the reader needs him. He's so supportive and invested and honestly he deserves someone who can give that back to him. It's kinda sad but then again I don't like him much to begin with lol.

OH AND THE ENDING OF THE LAST CHAPTER IS SOOOOO PAINFUL. To always be the second choice even for YOUR SON OHHH MAN I'D RATHER YOU PUT A KNIFE THROUGH MY HEART ;-;

All in all I hate how much I love this series and love to hate these characters and take out my repressed anger on them cuz I can't do that irl. This series is my Roman Empire lol. It's so painful, yet so beautiful and it makes you FEEL so many things and yet hold out hope for things to become better. I love this, love you and your writing- ok mwah bye bye (and thank you if you read this rant put together by my post nap, barely coherent brain) I have so much more that I want to say. I can write essays about this series and how it uses so many technically "cliche" tropes but it is anything but cliche . Truly some of the best angst I have read like ever!

oh wow !! i don’t even know what to say, this feels like such a comprehensive review of the sy series sdksks but i think many readers could definitely relate with some of ur points here :D this is such a nice perspective to read, thank you so much for sharing and tysm for reading sn/sy aaaaa i’m happy u enjoy the angst as much as i do <3

[obislittleone]

The Winner Takes It All

Episode 9

Pairing: Finnick Odair x Tribute(OC)!Reader

Chapter Warnings: literally death, violence, hunger games typical trauma, Finnick being a worried mess from outside the arena. It's all chaos, all of it.

Chapter Summary: Allies having your back means nothing if the capitol citizens don't want you to win. A lack of sponsors can easily be a death sentence... but maybe living through the hunger games could be a worse one.

Word Count: 3.6k

I have written these all like several months ago so watching the reactions to them and rereading along is becoming such a fun experience for me... except when y'all are mad bc that's not fun... but it kinda is lmaoo (also yw for the double update i figured i was slacking)

You looked down at your upper arm and side. That panther would have killed you if he had pounced on your neck instead of your arms. Funny, you thought the Capitol mutts were supposed to kill on sight, not play with their food. “Are we sure this is a good idea?” Rodey was hesitant. With the craze of these games, he wasn’t fond of inviting unwanted company. Who knows when someone will simply snap and turn on you?

Finnick had overslept. He didn’t mean to, and he definitely didn’t want to… but he’d been going for two days without sleep, and basically on nothing but glasses of overpriced Capitol booze. 

Mags woke him up, shaking his shoulders and trying to flip him over on the couch he’d passed out on. She had been trying to keep watch of him, and the tributes on the screen for that matter, but didn’t want to jolt him awake unless something bad was happening, and it was indeed happening. 

“Mags?” His hazy morning grogginess made him forget for a moment, but as soon as he saw her pointing at the lounge room screen, he sat straight up. “What happened?” 

You were running, Lukas and Rodey, too. The camera angles were changing too fast to see what was behind you. Was it other tributes? Was it a wild animal? Was it a poisonous substance created for the games? 

He was trying to make out what it was before he heard a cannon. You and Lukas and Rodey were still fast on your feet, so he wasn’t nervous yet, but when he heard a growl from a closer distance, his stomach dropped. 

A panther had begun gaining ground, leaping over a rock formation and cutting you off at the front of the pack. You slowed to a stop before plowing straight into the animal, holding your hands out to the others that they might remain still. 

That’s when he saw you, still and in frame. You were covered in blood. It looked like your own. You had several injuries that needed tending to. He resented the night’s sleep he’d just gotten, given that it had put your life in danger. There wasn’t anything he could do to stop events from occurring, but he still blamed himself. He hadn’t been watching, hadn’t been ready. 

Your expression was worried, your eyes looked full of tears that you refused to let go… but you stance was firm, and you were unmoving. Against your fear and anxiousness, you held your ground, staring down the animal as it circled you all. 

He wondered what you could possibly be thinking, but it left his mind immediately when the Panther jumped straight on to attack you and the others. 

-

When Lukas stirred into consciousness, he could hear conversation echoing through the mouth of the cave. Freeda and Copelin were still inside, sharpening wooden spikes with the knives from their packs. He turned a saw that you were nowhere to be found, and neither was Rodey. 

Lukas wasn’t suspicious often, but he didn’t like Rodey. He felt that the boy’s intentions toward you were unfair and purely obnoxious. He knew what the odds of either of you winning were, and he hated the idea that if you won, you would be losing more than just a friend. 

He sprung to his feet in no time, lunging for the edge of the cave to see what you both had been up to. 

When he stepped into the light of the dimly lit forest, he could hear your laughter, it was bright and cheerful, and he was somewhat thankful to have ever heard it again. He didn’t think that the arena was a place to have a laugh, but then again, the training center didn’t seem like the place either, and he’d found it to be quite fun. Those are the perks of being from a career district, he guessed. 

“Top of the mornin’, to ya,” Rodey nodded to him with a slanted smile, knowing that as long as he acted like nothing had changed, Lukas wouldn’t be able to say anything in front of you. 

Rodey thought he’d make it easy on everyone and just stay as close to you as possible. What he didn’t know was that Lukas didn’t play by everyone else’s rules. He marched to the beat of a different drum and all that. 

“What are you guys talking about?” 

It was nonchalant, and you didn’t detect the annoyance in his tone. 

“N-nothing much. Just that Rodey d-oesn’t mind my stutter all that m-much,” you repeated, your smile widening every time you heard or got to repeat the words. 

Rodey was the only guy in years who’d ever even listened to you tell him things after he heard the way you spoke. Finnick excluded, because as mentor he has a specific duty to you, anyways. 

“I actually think it’s really cute,” he turned to look down at where you sat on a log, his hair falling over his eyes just a bit. 

You thought he was adorable. He said all the right things, listened to you when you spoke, and you couldn’t deny the fact that he was cute as hell. Steely blue eyes, wispy blonde hair, and dimples at the side of his smile. You think back to the comments made about you being the ‘most beautiful tribute’ and you can’t justify that. Maybe you’re only attracted to him because of his kindness towards you… but after another glance in his direction, you know that can’t be true. 

“What did I tell you last night?” Lukas leaned into Rodey’s face, separating him from your view. You furrowed your brow and tried to lean around Lukas to hear what was being said, finally opting to stand as a last resort. 

“What’s g-going on?” 

And then you all were stuck to your spot, heads turning quickly at the growling sound that just bellowed out of the cave. 

You started to run for the edge of it, yelling at the top of your lungs.

“Freeda? C-Copelin?” 

And then two screams, and two sounds of the cannon. 

You quickly turned back around, but it was too late. 

A large animal with a midnight color coat had pounced on you, pinning you to the ground while it tried to reach you with it’s mouth. You held your arms out before you to try and hold it off, but it’s claws dug into your shoulder and your side, opening the skin and letting lines of blood flow freely. 

You didn’t have to hold it off long, because a knife was thrown at the beast’s front leg, knocking it off of you and making it retreat into itself at its fresh wound. 

Rodey and Lukas pulled you to your feet, rushing you away from the animal and into the forest. You were pushed to the front, but you didn’t know how fast you could run, and for how long, especially without losing too much blood. 

You’d already tripped on several vines that were crawling about grounds, nearly crashing into branches or trees the next moment. You tried to remember which way the cornucopia was, because if you all had any chance of defeating a panther of that size, you would need to get back to the main weapon supply. Other tributes be damned, you needed more weapons. More supplies. More anything. 

You turned a corner at a particular rock formation, hearing a loud scream in the distance, and then another cannonfire. That cannot be good. That scream was far too close to comfort. 

You tried to round a tree before the sound of growling increased behind you, and within an instant, the panther had caught up, running over and jumping off of the rock formation to cut you off. You had nowhere to go from here, and it didn’t look good. 

You thought to yourself for a moment, this is another chance. A chance to die, without any tribute bearing your blood on their hands. That’s what you’d been hoping for, right? A death that contained no contact with any other person in this arena. You could throw yourself at it, let it feast upon you so Rodey and Lukas could escape. They are the tributes you’d bet on, you might as well give them a head start. 

You stood your ground, holding your arms out to the side and turning along as the panther circled you all, the growling sounds never ceasing, only growing stronger as it smells the scene of your blood dripping off your skin. 

How full of fear you were, you did not know. You could not measure it in comparison to anything else. You just knew you felt like crying, but held back on the account of anything happening yet. You had to think. Obviously if you told them to leave you, they wouldn’t. You needed to try and distract the animal, draw it in but away from them. 

You looked at its eyes, another jolt of fear raking your body before it leapt into the air…

… and fell dead in front of you, an ax between its eyes as it lay in the ground, mouth still hung open. 

You looked up and behind you, your eyes wide and mouth open in shock, harsh, ragged breaths falling from your lips for all the running that ensued. 

Rodey quickly stepped in front of you, drawing the last knife he had from his pocket. 

“Who’s there?” He shouted into the foggy air, facing the rock structure that the ax came from. You all waited in anticipation, and finally the girl from seven climbed up and over the rocks, showing herself with her hands in the air. 

You stepped around the boy before you, pushing down his arm to keep him from throwing the knife. 

“Seven?” You asked, seeing the face of the girl you fought in training. She seemed to be relieved to see you, because you didn’t seem like the fighting type. 

“I thought you guys could use the help,” she explained, lowering her arms and nodding towards the dead panther, which was slowly disintegrating into the ground. That’s the thing about the arena, hunting is hunting, and escaping is escaping. You didn’t hunt this animal, so the game makers weren’t going to let you keep it as food. It would be quickly ruined. “I need help, too.”

“You’re not our ally, how can we trust you?” Lukas asked, crossing his arms and stepping forward as well. It seemed to be a battle of distance, whoever could reach her first. You knew she wouldn’t harm you, hell, she had saved your life…

“I didn’t have to help you, you know,” she stumbled forward, and it was only then that you could see she was injured. Her side had a stab wound, which she held when her hands were again at her side. “I did it in good faith.”

“S-she’s not going to kill us.” Your statement didn’t even need to resonate, they understood that much just from looking at her, now. 

“You’re careers, I assume you all have dibs on the cornucopia… I need supplies,” she let out, gesturing to the injury that everyone had clearly seen already. You raced forward to help her, but Lukas grabbed at your arm. 

“I can shoulder her, you’re not looking too good either.”

You looked down at your upper arm and side. That panther would have killed you if he had pounced on your neck instead of your arms. Funny, you thought the Capitol mutts were supposed to kill on sight, not play with their food.

“Are we sure this is a good idea?” Rodey was hesitant. With the craze of these games, he wasn’t fond of inviting unwanted company. Who knows when someone will simply snap and turn on you?

“We j-just lost two allies at once. I t-think we could use at l-least one more…” You trailed, your stutter becoming a bit worse when you were upset. There was no reason to protest. She saved your lives, without needing to. She could have just left the scene, saving herself and leaving you all to the panther… but she didn’t. And in a game like this, you couldn’t afford to pass up exchanges like the one she made. 

Rodey nodded, a simple ‘okay’ falling from his mouth as he moved to help shoulder you. Once the adrenaline wore off, you felt the effects of the clawed wounds in your skin more severely. It burned like hell, and the blood was still oozing from your side. 

You all walked north, towards the center of the arena and what you were hoping was the cornucopia. When you got there, you all ravaged through the supplies to find that someone had gotten here first. The food was here, the weapons (save for the ones you all took the day before) and the camping packs were all still available. 

Lukas was the first one to jump to action, remembering the survival methods from training day that nobody else bothered to use. He began tearing into the thermal blankets, using one of the knives to cut strips from the cloth. 

You were looking through the food to see if there was anything of comfort, or at least something that would sustain you a while. You found apples and bread rations, and took one of each, watching as Lukas helped tend to the girl from seven’s wounds. You’d found out her name was Lyra Thorne, and she was seventeen. She was reaped, just like you, and she had two younger sisters waiting for her at home. You hadn’t thought about your baby brother until now. You almost wish you hadn’t thought of him at all. It was too sad to think that you would never see him again. You’d have to talk to Lukas and ask him to take care of him when he went home. You’d been almost positive by now that he was going to win. 

Just then you’d heard the cannon, and looked around you to see if there was anyone or anything in the distance… but nothing. It must have been further off.

Something you did see, however… a tiny parachute falling from the sky, directly towards where you were sitting. The group watched in silence as it basically fell in your lap. The small canister had an engraved ‘4’ on the front, with a little latch that could open and close. 

Lukas nodded to you, and you carefully opened it up, pulling out the contents of the inside. It was a mini med pack, complete with medical ointment that could probably speed up the healing process rapidly. 

There was a note on the inside, too. It read:

I’ve always hated cats… don’t let those scratches get infected. - F

You smiled, folding up the piece of paper and dropping it into one of your cargo pant compartments.

“We g-got a sponsor.” 

-

The cannon sounded again after about five hours. You all had been staying close to the cornucopia. It was familiar territory, and for now, it was beneficial. The food between four people would run out after a day, but being safe was better than being sorry. You figured you’d weave some of those ropes together from the camping packs, help Lukas catch a fish or two the day after. 

As long as you were staying alive, you wanted to give your best effort. You realized how foolish it was to be looking for ways to sacrifice yourself. What you saw this very morning was proof that the most qualified tributes could fall. As long as you kept playing the game your way… maybe you had a chance to outlast. You didn’t think you would win by any means… but these last few days being spent were a better alternative to immediate death. 

When the sun went down that evening, you all made a fire. It was small, not for the concern of smoke, since you couldn’t see over the tree line from anywhere in the arena… mostly because it was hard to find dry wood anywhere. Lyra was very helpful with that, what with her being from the lumber district and all. 

“You’re v-very good at this,” you told her, trying your best to copy her movements to start your own kindling. It wasn’t working barely at all, and she laughed at your valiant attempt. 

“Here, I can help,” she quickly took the stick from your hands, her hand movements were fluid as she created enough friction to start a flame. “That should last us through the night, hopefully.”

“I find it f-funny how it’s so hot and h-humid during the day, but at night it’s freezing.” 

“That’s the thing about humidity, the moisture can go either way. Take away the sun, the warmth goes with it.”

You giggled, looking over to her with a joking expression. 

“I h-haven’t seen the sun since w-we got here,” you told her, gesturing up to the tall and wide trees, every branch above weaving into a canopy where no sky or show of sun could be seen through. Only the tiny traces of light that implicated they were still there.

“Tell me about it,” she paused, taking out of her pocket the tiny foil blanket that had been crumpled up into her pocket. “You know, I got so chilled last night that I had to have a sponsor send me one of these. It helped a little bit, but I was still still cold and stiff until the morning.”

“We huddled t-together in a cave and made a fire. We g-got lucky that the cave had an opening, o-otherwise, I’m not sure what we w-would have done.”

“Well, now that I’m here I can help you build a fire, wherever we end up.”

You smiled to her, reaching out to her hand and giving her a touch of gratification. 

“I’m happy y-you’re here with us. The thought of being the sole p-person that keeps the t-two of them from butting h-heads was enough to k-kill me already.” 

She smiled back to you, nodding her head in thanks. She was happy to have to all as allies. Perhaps she wouldn’t die as soon as she thought she would. She was after all a more experienced weaponist, but she didn’t know if that would be enough to defeat tributes of career stature. But you weren’t a career, and neither was Lukas. You both were different. You were kinder, gentler. Even though Lukas may seem a bit apprehensive at times, you always helped him see things your way. You looked for the brightside, even in this hell hole of an arena. 

She liked that about you. 

“I’m glad to be here.”

She was a very good addition to the little team you’d formed. Someone else that could bear the weight without doing it alone. Someone else to pitch in if supplies need be carried. Someone else that could be used as a human shield if you run into Estelle and the boy from eleven. 

You shook that thought from your mind. It was simply intrusive, and you didn’t need to be thinking like that. Play the game your way, not theirs. Show your kindness, show your compassion, and never let them make you what you aren’t.

About an hour later, you looked up at the sky, watching for the tribute memorial to start… but it was taking too long. Rodey and Lukas were chatting away about some sort of swimming competition, which was good and all, but probably wouldn’t come to fruition. Lyra was passed out next to the fire, waiting for someone to wake her up to take the next watch. You, on the other hand, had done your fair share of speaking throughout the day. You didn’t want to keep it going in fear of wasting your words tomorrow. 

You dug your hand into your pocket and fished out the note that Finnick had written. You smiled at the words on the paper, his humor and charm seeping in through even the worst of situations. You were just happy he was able to send some help. The medical treatment went a long way. There was enough not only for you but for Lyra, too. You figured that was the reason she was able to sleep so peacefully, even in the middle of the hunger games. She probably didn’t have a mentor like Finnick, someone who was so devoted to her well being that he would charge through hell or high water to see to it you were taken care of… to be fair, you didn’t think of Finnick as that sort of mentor either. 

You think it changed the first night during swim lessons. No one had been able to get you into the water like that. Not even Lukas, who was the best swimmer you knew. He’d been so kind and encouraging, so uplifting and gentle. His patience for something so ridiculous had astounded you. 

You closed your eyes, trying to picture those sea green eyes and the dimples of his dashing smile. His handsome features in the casted moonlight of your Capitol bedroom, painting him in such a soft glow. He’d delivered such bad news to you that night, the one before the games. If by some miracle you won, you’d be doomed to a life of sexual slavery… but part of you debates; it would be worth it to see Finnick Odair again. It would be worth it to wrap your arms around his shoulders one more time. It would be worth every unsatiated night just to look into those eyes, the crashing waves within them. The ocean brought you fear from a young age, but now you longed to see it again. To compare the color of his eyes and to see if the ocean could even hold up against them. 

You fell asleep before the fallen tributes were projected, and hoped for the sake of your thoughts you would not become one of them… but deep down you knew better.

When the projection finally hit the sky, the fallen tributes were: The boy and girl from two, the boy from eight, the girl from nine, and the boy from twelve. There are now only seven tributes remaining.

-

tags(open): @thepassionatereader @i-voluntears @secretsicanthideanymore @mystargirl-interlude @c4ttheart @lilibrn

[crackedpumpkin]

So about rise leo x villian! Reader plot, bef i say anything am a huge sucker for good endings so don't blame me.

So i hc reader as a gymnastic - the the villian from Barbie spy movie(?) - with gadget that help her/them shape shift to anything or anybody (So OP must nerf).

Plot; So the reason why reader is begin a villian to begin with is she's working for big mama - yes am gonna blame big mama - as her special thief, reader have the ability/ or have a gadget that make them shapshift to anybody or anything which it helped them escape from the crime scene/ mad dogs may many times.

The reason why she works for big mama is because BM took her in from the streets after she almost pull a perfect heist from BM's hotel, instead of sending her to police or just k1ll her she took her in as her new minion.

The reason why she know the mad dogs was because she's also a friend to april whom she trusts, so April trusted her enough to introduce the mad dogs to her which in the beginning reader took it as a nice game to make fun of the mad dogs to know what they feel about her after she's able to escape them, but soon fall in love with leo which it was unfortunate for her.

Fast forward, the mad dogs takes reader hostage because they just can't let her go, she knows where they live, she knows too much, they try to interrogate her to know anything about her; who's her boss, where she got the gadget? Why working as a thief? But reader is as hard as a nail and won't peep of an info.

That until leo asks her " was everything about us fake? Your feelings towards me? Our dates? Was everything fakes? " Leo asks, reader wanted to be honest and say no but begin afraid of seeing her answer as a lie she sees its best for them to break up and for leo to find another person, but for this to happen he have to hate her, so she pulls the " bad girl " mask and say " yep, everything was a lie, am surprise you even believed i loved you! " To the mad dogs, splinter and April they believe her mask but leo knowing how people could see right through her.

When everyone leave leo and reader alone to talk, leo start pressing reader for his answers, reader put a fight by saying hurtful words but in the end breaks from guilt, she loves leo so much she feels the guilt is crushing her, she wants him to forgive her but she knows she doesn't deserve it.

She get surprised by leo mentioning how reader have to stay in the lair to keep on " interrogate " her, tho reader knows it's way of leo saying " you're gonna stay with me until your problems is solved ", yes reader hadn't gotten leo's full trust again but it's a step to regain his and the family's trust.

first of all, i love the headcanon of gymnastics reader with the shapeshifting because it's just such a cool thing tbh. And almost pulling the perfect heist?? i would hire her in an instant. I think if it was me who wrote this it might go something like:

You slide down the rope, eyes scanning the room to see if any alarms had been triggered yet. Noting the absence of flashing lights and loud blaring sirens, your shoulders sag in relief at going undetected.

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and reader getting caught by the mad dogs and being interrogated??? Oh my GOD so much potential for angst here it's insane. Mikey interrogating her?? sweetheart won't be able to hold back tears. Raph??? Incredibly disappointed. "I thought we were bear buddies!"

Donnie?? Well. Honestly I'm not sure how he'd react but i think he'd be rather hurt bc he considered you a good acquaintance, maybe even working your way up to be a worthy friend.

And then there's Leo. Our sweet, sweet turtle who just so happened to fall for the enemy. Honestly I'm always a sucker for sweet endings but I just so happen to be rather evil and as such will leave it on a high note of heartbreak :>

So, if I were to just kinda drabble a bit (Please pardon the suddenness of it all, this is very on the spot bc inspo hit and completely unedited/thought out) I'd write it like this:

"Fine, don't tell me anything then." Leo stands up, the shards of hurt and betrayal stabbing into his chest even deeper as he watches your bowed head. You refuse to look up, to meet his gaze because you knew that if you did, you'd break.

You're already trying to silence the voice in your head practically screaming at you to tell him everything. To tell him everything you felt for him - that you still feel for him, was never a lie.

Your eyes water, but you refuse to let a single tear overflow and land on the table. Your arms are tightly secured with rope, and you can barely breathe even though they had been lenient with your restraints.

Leo wants to say something - anything, for the glimmer of hope in his heart that you'd come clean.

"Please."

That makes you look up. His eyes are filled with desperation, pleading with you to admit that what the both of you had wasn't just pure deceit.

When he finally manages to meet your gaze, he almost forgets how angry he is. Your eyes swirl with guilt and regret, conflict in his chest as he watches you visibly struggle to find the words to reply. He wants nothing more than to wrap you into a hug, to soothe your worries (and his) and to forget everything that went down in the past two days.

But you don't reply, and it worsens the pit of despair his heart is already plummeting into.

So he turns around, walking out of the room and slamming the door shut, leaving you behind in the cold darkness.

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but yeah! I genuinely really love this plot idea and i think i'll come back to it one day. But currently I'm rather busy and bogged down with work, so it might be a while (whoops).

Thank you so much for sending this in! I really enjoyed this idea :D

Actually, i just got reminded of this one Donnie fic by someone on tumblr(i can't remember the name of the blog, someone please lmk what it is!) but it has a similar storyline whereby Donnie and reader are in a relationship, only for him to find out she's been working for Big Mama all along! I remember it has a happy ending, so I think you'd really enjoy it!

[wxiao0]

Summary: I have plot that stuck in my head and It’s never let go. Something like assassin’s creed crossover with avatar(2009) and avatar2 which have oc or reader insert.

Avatar 2009 : *reader don’t has a her own Avatar cause in their Brotherhood they want to be friend with Navi not to be one with them (you know what I want to communicate right? /nervous chuckle )

Start with f!reader (or Aleria) are scientist aka Assassin (of course she is spy 👀✨) who work with Grace before Norm and Jake come to Pandora. She is responsible for teaching human’s culture to Navi children. The kid really like her and and often liked her singing or teaching about human musical instruments.

Then one day the RDA soldier come to school house reader but were their in the right place and right time! Sooo it’s show time! She kick their ass out, can save the massacre also Sylwanin too but in exchange for being grounded and controlled behavior until new group arrive. That mean one of the RDA will be around her for 2 years. It almost drives her crazy to be with Primate that use muscle more than brain. Well, they always argue each other like

“Scientist like your are so weak can’t do anything except being in the lap”

“Oh, should I remind you who kick your ass?”

And yeah Avatar(2009) circumstances: When Jake fall into Omatikaya clan of course she was with him too. They’re welcomed her mostly but there are still some are wary to her. She’s not blame to them after that situation

And after war she insist to go back the earth, back to the Brotherhood because during Avatar(2009) circumstances she learned that something happen in the Brotherhood.

In Avatar2 : I want some angst (bc I like angst woohoo) this time the protagonist will be male!reader(or Carlos). He used to be Jake's adopted son, but he isn't anymore.

He was adopted when Jake Sully returned from the war. His father died for protecting Jake, and his mother died of murder.

Irony it happened when he was only fucking 8 years old. The memories when his mother was murdered are still engraved, not faded. Then when Jake hears the news. So he came and took care of him.

Because of guilt.

The time when be Jake’s adopting son was colorful, that made him move on from sorrow little by little. We fulfilled each other. Jake— no dad, need someone to be his side when he had a nightmare and remind him if he forgets to take his medication.

So him too, dad would often take him to the aquarium or the park on weekend. And take him to an amusement park to celebrate something. So that he doesn't have to sit with blue in the house like that.

But happy moments don't last forever.

When dad has to visit with his military friends and decided to leave him with Uncle Tom he was the late twin brother of dad. We are very close and like to tittle-tattle about Jake.

An unexpected event happened. Uncle Tom was robbed and killed by a thief. And once he was at the event AGAIN.

His body was freeze when that thief turn to him, fortunately good citizens came to the rescue in time.

He survived, but Uncle Tom didn't.

He is in a coma, half life and dead.

When dad heard the its. He gone mad, drinking more alcohol and start to smoking. Reject to met his eyes, or when our eyes are met each other he can see the flame of anger and the blue of sorrow in them. After that dad will turn his face away.

When he was 13 years old. It’s the time, when two of us pushed to the edge.

It’s just one night that he begging dad not to go to the pub like the night before, and failed again. He can’t follow Jake because the night in this crumbling world It’s not suitable for children like him.

So the only thing he could do was lie down on the sofa, to wait for Jake's return. When he heard the sound of door opening, he get up immediately saw his father return with scars on his body and face.

“Dad, You’re hurt”

He got up from the sofa quickly. Run to gets first aid, but before he could get them, but the loud ‘thud!’ sound behind make him turn back. He found his dad falling to the ground, his wheelchair toppled causing him to be dismayed.

He run quickly to bring his dad to lay on the sofa properly.

“Such a miserable thing and brought misfortune to me”

“What?” He asked in confusion.

Raised his head to meet those blue eyes that were now full of hatred. He gulped eyes begin to heat up, tears ready begin to fall. He knew he shouldn't hold back against drunk people. But he couldn't resist.

“You are taking pity on me, aren't you?”

“What? No! I’ve never!”

“Yes! You’re!” His dad yelled at him. It stunned him.

And the next sentence It came from a man who was his whole world after he lost his family. The man who has been together for 5 years.

“You know what, I shouldn't have adopted you.”

After that sentence his throat was clogged. The tears that he had been holding back began to flow. His brain was completely numb, like it had been hit by a sledgehammer. He couldn't even remember when he had returned to his room.

That night, he couldn't remember whether he had cried all night or had just passed out.

When the morning begins. He came down to prepare breakfast for the two of them. But then be puzzled when a stranger is in the living room.

“Come here, kid”

It was dad who called him over. So he went and sat across from his dad because he was already sitting next to the stranger. Soon the stranger cleared his throat and introduced himself.

“My name is William Gilliate representative from the orphanage, nice to meet you.”

He inhaled sharply, looking towards his dad, he was reading and signing something. Unconvinced, William turns to Jake.

“Are you sure Mr.Sully?”

Dad looked up from the paper, met Mr. William's eyes before turning to him.

“Can you give me some time to talk to my son?”

“Yeah, sure call me when you're done”

Mr. William nodded in understanding before walking outside to wait. Our eyes never break away until he asked.

“Are you going to leave me?”

It was dad who took his eyes off first.

“No”

Liar

“Then way?” Why are you leave me.

“Look kid, Someone offered me a job and has high compensation”

“That’s great isn’t it? But why do you have to do this?”

“Listen to what I have to say first. My job had to travel as far as the planet Pandora.”

“Oh”

Oh

The Pandora

It's hope for humanity. Because it was full of resources that could sustain humans for many years. But one obstacle was that the gas in the air was filled with poisonous gases that could kill humans in just a few seconds.

“But I promise I'll come back to pick you up.”

Yes, Another lie again. But he was still young and naive back then. Completely believed that promise and completely forgot what the man in front of him had said to him that night.

“I will wait for you”

After that everything happened very quickly. Dad signed all the paper and packed up and left, leaving him with Mr. William. There weren't even goodbyes or hugs.

“Come on, it's sure to be as warm as your home.”

He nodded and followed Mrs. William to the orphanage. To wait for the one who promised to return.

But the person he waited for never came back.

For many years he stopped waiting.

Look up upon the sky.

He thought.

As you fly up into the sky among the stars I'm drowning in a dark, devoid of light.

But in the darkness he met the shadow.

The shadow known as the Assassin.

[gothsuguru]

please reveal your suguru-coded hozier songs :) i believe it would be beneficial for my sanity :)

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I WAS HOPING SOMEONE WOULD ASK :3 and omfg i have SO many honestly i can say practically every song can be suguru-coded but that’s probably bc i’m insane <3 but omfg… here’s just a FEW! (i love you gaia <3 i love you suguru <3 i love you hozier’s music/lyrics <3)

• as it was: i’d argue that this is THE most suguru-coded song that has ever existed… i think it speaks a lot to suguru’s descent into madness! especially when hozier talks about being “unmoved” — i think suguru himself, canon 3rd year -> cult leader!suguru simply won’t allow himself to be swayed by what anyone says… he’s his own man & thinks his own thoughts and ultimately just gets swallowed up by darkness & the hatred/negativity that consumes him!

the lyric Of All Time that i think ENCAPSULATES suguru is:

“but your love was unmoved… and the sights were as stark as my baby, and the cold was as sharp as my baby, and the nights were as dark as my baby… half as beautiful too.”

• arsonist’s lullabye: THIS SONG IS SOOOOO 3RD YEAR GETO CODED… actually just OVERALL teen!geto coded! hearing voices, staring into open flames, telling himself not to tame his demons but keep them on a leash (which he essentially does with cursed spirit manipulation.) also love that in this song, 16 is the age where his senses start to fool him & something else, “an other”, would start to rule him (suguru’s demons taking a hold of him -> leading him to defection.) and then the talk of being a man, but for him, the only peace he’d feel is the ashes left in his wake (suguru wanting to kill non-sorcerers so peace could be felt for himself/other sorcerers.)

“when i was a child, i heard voices. some would sing and some would scream. you soon find you have few choices, i learned the voices died with me.”

“when i was 16, my senses fooled me, thought gasoline was on my clothes. i knew that something would always rule me. i knew the scent was mine alone.”

“when i was a man i thought it ended, when i knew love's perfect ache. but my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake.”

“all you have is your fire, and the place you need to reach. don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash.”

• too sweet: this one is so curator!geto coded :3 i just really adore the lyrics in this one and if you end up seeing some of hozier’s lyrics used to describe suguru in the fic… don’t blame me okay… i just Like the way he Describes things :3

“don't you just wanna wake up dark as a lake, smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?” -> gives me kenjaku vibes/chilled out suguru vibes!

“i think i'll take my whiskey neat, my coffee black, and my bed at three. you're too sweet for me!” -> curator!geto is tired but sophisticated and sexy!

“you know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain! pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape — if you can sit in a barrel, maybe i’ll wait until that day…” -> the way curator!geto sees fashion designer!reader!

• it will come back: HEAVILY CULT LEADER!GETO CODED… he’s such a sly fox, a wolf, a papabear ready to strike. suguru is the PATRIARCH of his family, and sometimes his little family feel like sheep/lambs to me… idk this song just gives me manipulative!geto vibes and i think this geto is very… obsessed w a non-sorcerer and can’t seem to steer clear from them… he has rules set in place, says he won’t enforce them, but expects people to follow them (but he won’t follow his own…)

“i know who i am when i'm alone. i'm something else when i see you. you don't understand, you should never know how easy you are to need. don't let me in with no intention to keep me — jesus christ, don't be kind to me. honey, don't feed me, i will come back.”

“it can't be unlearned. i've known the warmth of your doorways. through the cold, i’ll find my way back to you. oh, please, give me mercy no more — that's a kindness you can't afford. i warn you, baby, each night, as sure as you're born — you'll hear me howling outside your door.”

• talk: MY FAVORITE SONG OF ALL TIME! <333 one of my fics is named after a lyric in this song! i think suguru is BOTH orpheus AND eurydice coded! suguru devoted himself to his grief and became who he became, and at the end of the day, he is absolutely willing to die for his cause (and did).

“i'd be the choiceless hope in grief that drove him underground, i'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around…”

• son of nyx: this song has no lyrics, but the music reminds me of a… lament? i sat down one day and started writing about cult leader!suguru to this song and how he ingested so much negativity & curses that OF COURSE it consumed him too. son of nyx was the fic name (i lost the whole draft unfortunately but nyx is the goddess of darkness so i thought it was apt!) essentially it would’ve been a character study almost about suguru lamenting about his life in bed (all sexy & poetic bc obvi… you already know he sleeps on black satin sheets!)

• eat your young: suguru who’s mad at the system in place that causes young sorcerers to die/be killed. rather than it being a ‘fuck you’ to non-sorcerers, i think it’s a ‘fuck you’ to the higher-ups. like “oh? you deemed me as the worst curse-user of all time, in all of history? y’all ain’t see NOTHING yet!”

“i'm starving, darling. let me put my lips to something, let me wrap my teeth around the world. start carving, darling…” -> recently defected!geto getting ready to bare his teeth to the world.

“if you hesitate, the getting is gone. i won't lie, if there's something to be gained — there's money to be made, whatever's still to come…” -> call geto what you want but you can’t say he’s not a hustler! 😭 he was about that bread!

“skinning the children for a war drum. putting food on the table selling bombs and guns. it's quicker and easier to eat your young.” -> hatred for the system, using children as fodder to fight curses.

“we can celebrate the good that we've done! i won't lie, if there's something still to take — there is ground to break, whatever's still to come…” -> geto getting ready to declare war & begin the night parade of a hundred demons!

[causenessus]

HI HI HI HI NESS IM BACKKFJFKSMSOS so first of all tumblr hates me why is that the FOURTH ask of mine u answered that i wasnt notified of should i just die

anyways im eating lunch rn

healthy girl era did not work out i took a 6 hour (?) nap yesterday so!!

trying again today

N E WAYS

today the teacher told us her old students were too non che lent (nonchalant!!) so they failed the exam (wat.)

and my friend wanted to laugh about it w me but i wasnt looking so she yeeted my OTHER friends eraser at me

but it

it hit (near?) the teacher..

she was sooo mad omfg

giggling i hate her

like basically i answer all her questions out of spite now like YEAH BRO I KNOW THIS ALR😕😕

Also i swear i dif this math problem right but the teacher said it was wrong (wat.) and my friend did it too and we got the same answer (wat.)

i wrote fanfiction at school ☝️😎 it has already been digitalised but like i DID write it

and tjen my friend read an original short story (? 1.2k words) i wrote which was basically me projecting and she almost cried so like Uh

slay???

dude i love talking so much u have no idea actually

ALSO THE THING ABOUT THE ENRGY LIKe I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY OMG SO I GET EXCITED YK

n e ways..

i was watching american psycho last night but i got distracted..😭 ALSO IM SO EXCITED ABT ONICS LIKE EUSHEPSHAPSJXOSKAJDKAAKKDKD

>tries 2 normal

>fails

OK SO!! HRU AND WHATS GOING ON IN UR LIFE AND IF U EVER NEED TO HIRE A HITMAN IM HERE FOR U ❤️‍🩹 as the hitman btw ❤️‍🩹

U SHOULD NOT DIE!!! TUMBLR SHOULD DIE HOW DARE THEY!!! i am so confused at like what is happening at tumblr hq 😭😭 like there are problems that need to be solved!!!! and i feel like they should be pretty simple to fix!!! but instead they're like "NO LET'S MAKE TAGGING USERS GO BLUE AND COMMENTS UGLY"

but anyway!! i hope your lunch was good!! AND A SIX HOUR NAP SOUNDS AMAZING AND JUST AS PRODUCTIVE AS WORKING OUT!! it's hard to balance everything so definitely don't stress too much about it!! you have your whole life ahead of you to like do something like working out so not doing it one day is totally okay!! (yk?? i hope that made sense and i'm sorry i hope it's okay to say that 😭)

??? nonchalant -> failing exam???? i do not see the correlation??? 😭 YOUR TEACHER IS VV SPECIAL!! IS THIS THE ONE THAT TEACHES ENGLISH BUT ISN'T....ACTUALLY....THAT GREAT....AT ENGLISH??? 😭 OR MAYBE IT'S UR MATH TEACHER BC U ALSO SAID SOMETHING ABOUT THAT BUT THE ERASER ALMOST HITTING YOUR TEACHER IS CRAZY I WOULD'VE DIED ON THE SPOT 😭😭

also math teachers love to like??? tell u ur wrong and then not explain how to correctly do something??? so i think u should just blame them for everything!! that sounds fair <3

I'VE ALSO WRITTEN FANFICTION AT SCHOOL LMAOOO i remember being on my computer during french class and my guy was just so boring i pulled out the doc and started writing but LUCKILY it was like an oc fic so it wasn't as scary to write as a x reader UNLIKE WHEN I WAS MAKING TONIC PFPS AND MY DOCUMENT WAS LITERALLY CALLED LIKE yn & atsumu and for some reason all of my friends wanted to COME UP FROM BEHIND ME AND HUG ME!! OR LOOK AT MY SCREEN!! and i was just 😃😃😃 but i have no shame so oh well

THE ORIGINAL SHORT STORY SOUNDS GOOD!! ESP IF IT ALMOST MADE YOUR FRIEND CRY?? 😭 I HOPE YOU'RE DOING ALRIGHT THOUGH <3 AND I LOVE HEARING YOU TALK!! PLEASE TALK AS MUCH AS YOU WANT I WILL READ EVERYTHING YOU TELL ME <33

I'M SO SO GLAD YOU'RE EXCITED FOR TONICS!! I AM TOO <333 I'M SLOWLY PLANNING IT OUT LIKE ONE CHAPTER AT A TIME AND I'M LITERALLY SHAKING WITH EXCITEMENT OMG OMG OMG <33

THANK U LINA!!! I WOULD LOVE FOR U TO BE MY HITMAN <33 I MAY NEED ONE JUST TO GET THRU SCHOOL BC MY HALLS FR ARE SCARY SOMETIMES YK?? like too many scary girls who look me up and down in their little crop tops and shorts and nike air forces and are like "why are u wearing pants in the summer" BC I CAN?? AND I DON'T LIKE SHOWING THAT MUCH SKIN THANK U?? (sorry this probably makes no sense i think my brain has short circuited today </33) BUT I'M DOING ALR!!! i'm stressed about my theatre duties starting up very very soon 😭😭 but i'll let u know how that goes once they start!!! I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL TODAY!!! AND EAT SOMETHING GOOD <33