#and just so tired of not knowing where to even fucking start. gonna blame my migraine weirdness for posting this in the first place

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Movie Week

Day 3 - Hush (2016)

Noncon yandere slasher x fem reader - 5.2k words Tags: knife play, spitting in your mouth, slight degradation, DEAD DOVE

Quit fucking squirming. I will cut you, understand?

There. See? Not so hard. Just hold still and let me look at you.

Pretty thing... Even prettier with the way you're all stretched out under me. Never thought I'd be so into a girl, but I guess I was just waiting for the right one to come along.

What's that, honey? Can't really hear you through the gag. Don't really care to neither. I'm not here to listen to you talk.

Hmmm, you're a cute little thing too, you know that? I noticed it the first time I saw you. Sitting in the hot tub with all your friends, getting drunk and stumbling around all helpless. Don't blame yourself too much, but you're the whole reason I ended up here. Did what I did.

It was fate, really. Or luck. Bad luck, on your part. Great fucking luck on mine.

I don't really walk through the woods on my way home. But the snow was coming on and I figured a few minutes shaved off would save me a world of trouble.

Didn't know folk stayed all the way out here. Guess this is some kind of AirBnB situation? Yeah, your plates aren't local, I noticed that much.

I heard you laughing. That's what dragged me off the path. Should be the other way around, don't you think? Me, the big, bad killer, luring you off into the cold, scary woods. But no. Not this time.

Heard you laughing and it got me curious.

If your host kept their fence in better shape maybe I'd have given up. Too fucking late and too fucking tired to be hopping fences.

You're all quiet now. What, you like listening to me yammer? Or are you just curious? Probably ain't easy to be you - some deranged killer coming out of the woods and picking off all your friends. Hell, I guess I'd want to hear his story too, if I was in your shoes.

Where was I? Right, the hole in your fence. Reckon you didn't even notice it. Had no reason to go looking for it.

But I found it. Looked through it just to see what was so damn funny. And that's when I saw you.

D'you know your hot tub is right under those fucking - whaddya call 'em - fairy lights? They make you look like a fucking dream. Reflecting off your skin where it's all wet. Playboy centre fold kind of shit.

I didn't even notice your friends at first. Couldn't take my eyes off you. Kept wondering what your skin felt like - all warm and wet from the water? Or chilly where the air touched you?

And then you stood up and I got a real good look at you. Didn't really think I had a type, but baby, it's you.

What are you looking at? You keep darting your eyes at the door, like someone is gonna save you.

Not happening. No one left out here but you and me.

Do you know how far we are from town? I bet that's why you booked this place, right? A nice, isolated cabin where you and your friends can party as loud as you want. That backfired pretty bad, didn't it? They screamed and screamed and no one heard 'em.

You're crying again. Is it grief or guilt?

Don't worry, baby. I'm here to kiss it all better.

Killing is... You probably think I'm a fucking serial killer, don't you? Guess I probably am. That's the kind of thing they call you when the bodies start stacking up, ain't it?

Thing is, it's never planned out. I don't do this shit for pleasure. At least, not the way you think.

It's like there's this pressure in my head. Building. Getting worse all the time. Only thing that makes it go away is this. Killing.

No, I don't know why they haven't caught me either. Like I said, I don't plan this shit out. It just happens. Like something inside me snaps and my head won't go quiet until its over.

You look scared. Guess I would be too, if some bastard covered in blood had me tied to the bed.

You're the last one, y'know. In case you're still wondering.

All your friends are dead. Even that flighty little bitch who tried running through the woods. Fuck, that was so annoying. Bet she was an annoying friend to have too, huh? I saw the way she was grinding up on your boyfriend last night. You shoulda put her in her place. 'Swhat I would have done. Bash her pretty face in and see how much your boyfriend likes her then.

Sorry. Got a bit worked up for a second.

We've already established I'm not the most... balanced person. So maybe don't do what I do.

I never talk this much. Don't really have a lot of people to talk to. Those fuckers at work are all brain dead, and my friends are mostly in the pen. Hard to talk when they've only got half an hour a week on the phones.

You look like you're the type to listen though. Sweet. Caring. Type to give a kid a kiss on the knee when they fall off their bike and start howling.

Y'know, I almost feel bad about this. But I guess you should know for sure, given what comes next. Might stop you from feeling like you're cheating or something.

You boyfriend is dead.

Thought he was gonna give me some trouble, big guy like that.

Nah. Bled like a stuck pig. Barely knew how to fight. Dissapointing honestly.

You're crying again. Is it the fact that your boyfriend is dead or the fact that I've got you all pinned up under me while I talk about him?

Either way, I like it when you cry.

Yeah, I know. Yet another fucked up thing to like. I mean, I know it's fucked. But I can't help it. It's the way I'm wired.

You must be wondering why you're still alive.

Truth is, I'm not sure either. I don't get, like, turned on when I kill. It's not enjoyable that way, y'know?

But seeing you run away from me? Scrambling like hell, almost making it? Yeah, that sure as fuck turned me on.

Don't look so surprised. I'm literally on top of you, what did you think was gonna happen?

Oh, and now you're squirming again. Can you at least let me finish talking first?

Stop it. Quit fucking moving so much. Hey -

I said FUCKING STOP.

There. Nice and quiet now that I've got a hand on your throat.

Anyway, where was I?

Right, I don't get turned on by this shit. I try not to do it at all, but that's plain impossible. My head goes all weird and then something small sets me off and next thing I know there's a dead cashier or an old lady with their head bashed in.

I've been trying to find other ways of letting off steam. Nothing works. Nothing scratches that itch.

Well, that's what I thought. Until I ran into you.

Y'know, your friend group is the only time I've done this shit premeditated? I spent all night watching you. I'm the one who pulled the spark plugs out of your car. I'm the one who tripped the lights. That was particularly fun. Had people stumbling over dead bodies in the dark and then screaming their heads off.

It was the most fun I've ever had. And I think the whole reason is you.

At the back of my mind, I knew I was going to save you for last. Like a little treat.

Oh, you don't like that at all, do you? You're crying even harder. Didn't think that was possible.

Don't wanna be my dessert? Don't wanna be all sweet for me? That's too fucking bad, sweetheart. 'Cause only one of us has a knife and it sure as hell ain't you.

At first, I thought I was just going to kill you. Maybe take my time with it. See what it's like when I think things through.

But then I caught you. Actually held you against my body while your kicked and screamed.

I don't know what makes you so special.

All I know is that when I finally had my hands on you... I stopped thinking about killing.

Maybe I just got all that shit out of my system when I was busy with your friends. But I don't think that's the whole truth.

When I hauled you up here and tied you up... I gotta be honest, my thoughts were getting real filthy.

That's new. Like I said, this shit doesn't turn me on. I've never had fantasies about... well, I guess we should call a spade a spade, huh? I've never gotten turned on thinking about forcing someone.

But that's exactly what I'm going to do to you. We both know it.

Hey, no turning away. No closing your eyes like I'm some boogeyman that will just go away. Look at me. I said -

Look. At. Me.

Mhm, ain't that pretty? So fucking scared. You make me feel like a God.

Tell me something sweetheart, am I your type? If I wasn't covered in blood and stuff. Don't worry, you can be honest.

No? Didn't think so. Your boyfriend looked sweet. Kind of guy who asks if he can kiss you and hold your hand and all that sappy shit. Me? Well, we both know I ain't asking before I take what I want.

Y'know, it's funny. When I was a kid, I ended up in juvie. Over some stupid shit. Vandalism or something. Can't remember. But when I was in there they had this shrink. Used to single me out all the time for extra sessions. Said he was worried about some "escalating violent tendencies" or something. I didn't really listen.

But now? I think he might've been onto something. I just kill to scratch the itch, y'know? But this? What I'm about to do to you? Oh baby, it's all pleasure.

It's going to be a real fucking pleasure to screw you, sweetheart.

Ha. Look at you go. You really think you can fight me off now? Bit late to try the muay thai, doll.

Where should I start? I think we'll go with your shirt. I've been wanting to see what's under your bra ever since I saw you in your bikini.

Hmm, your hands are in the way with the way I've got you tied. Guess I'll just have to rip it. Hope it didn't have sentimental value.

Just gonna grab it by the collar and...

Would you look at that? Shit tore like fucking paper. Guess that's the universe's way of giving me the go ahead.

Let's toss it. Get to the good stuff.

Oh. Oh my. Is that a lace bra? My favorite colour too.

Aww, did you dress up all pretty for me, sweetheart?

Let me just... Fuck, your tits feel fucking amazing. The perfect size for me. Cute little nipples too. I wonder what happens if I pinch 'em like this...

Baby, was that a moan? Did you just moan for me?

Ha! Didn't know you were such a slut. Thought for sure you were the sweet little girl-next-door. Barley been kissed, barley been fingered, never been fucked.

Don't get all shy now. No use hiding your face. We both heard it.

How about we just say that your body betrayed you? Would that make you feel better? I can fuck you good and proper and when you come you can pretend you didn't enjoy it. There, will that help you sleep at night?

No answer. Guess you can't really give one. And even if I did take that gag off, I reckon you wouldn't have much to say beyond, "Please don't fuck me Mr Serial Killer! I'm saving it for marriage!"

Hmm. Maybe I'm not so opposed to that - hearing you beg a little. Especially with those pretty tears in your eyes.

...No. I'll save that for later. For now...

I hate to cut your bra off, sweetheart. It looks real expensive. But I'll buy you a new one, promise. Victoria's Secret or whatever you want.

Look at you freezing up. Don't like feeling my knife tracing up your belly? Here, why don't you feel it at your throat too?

Sharp, ain't it? Even after everything I've used it for.

You're not going to keep giving me a hard time, are you? I can fuck you with my knife at your throat the entire time if I have to. Awful dangerous that. One little slip...

Yeah, you're gonna be good for me. I can see it in your eyes.

Let's get back to it then. Gotta say, I'm getting hard just playing with you like this. Dragging the tip of my knife down your chest, slipping it under your bra... it's such a pretty sight.

Hold still for this part. Don't wanna cut you too bad.

The straps first. And now the band...

Shiiiit doll, it's even better than I hoped. Look at those tits.

You don't mind if get a taste do you?

Mhhmmm. So warm. I kind of want to just...

Hah, look at the way you squirm when I bite your nipples. What's wrong, gorgeous? Worried I'm gonna leave a mark? Worried your boyfriend is gonna find out? I think he's beyond caring at this point.

Speaking of marks, I've always wanted to give a girl a lovebite. Ma used to say it was trashy, but I think it's kind of sexy. Walking around and everyone knowing you've been fucked.

Here, tilt your head to the side a little. I want to kiss your neck.

Was that a shiver? Don't like me so close, is that it? I ain't gonna bite out your jugular like a dog. At least, not today.

Hmmm, you smell amazing. How the hell do girls do that? Smell like fucking strawberries and shit? Makes me want to gobble you right up.

How do you feel right now, I wonder. Big, scary killer kissing your neck and saying you smell good. I wonder if this shit turns you on. I've heard some girls are really into this "dark romance" stuff. Don't really think I'm being romantic right now, but who's to say?

Why don't we check?

Hey, I'm just unbuttoning your jeans. Quit trying to buck me off.

I could fucking cut them off, if you want me to use my knife so bad.

Yeah, that's what I thought. All nice and sweet for me when I mention the knife. Fucking ridiculous. I can kill you just as easy with my bare hands.

See? You've gone and pissed me off. I was trying to be nice to you. I'm not even going to bother anymore, if you're going to be like that.

Matching panties. Fuck, I'm not even in the mood to appreciate them anymore.

Just gonna rip them off and get straight to it.

Two fingers enough for you sweetheart? Goddamn, look at you arching off the bed. Two fingers too fucking much, apparently.

Shit, you're tight. Must not want this at all. Not surprising. I reckon if I play a bit with my fingers, you'll loosen up. Biology and all that.

God, it's so fucking sick seeing my fingers sliding into you like this. You're getting my gloves all slick and wet. Bet that must feel real strange, huh? Getting finger fucked while I'm still wearing my gloves?

Guess I was right about the dark romance thing. You're soaking. Does this shit really turn you on? Hell, you're about as sick and twisted as me, if that's really the case.

Don't like that, do you? Yeah, I can tell.

You make such cute noises, you know that? All these little gasps and whines. Not like that fake shit you see in porn.

Didn't think I'd be getting so turned on just fingering a girl, but hell baby, I'm 'bout to burst my jeans.

I can't believe I'm about to do this, but it's too late to stop now. Let's get my belt off...

Aaaah, that's so much better. Was fucking strangling my cock. Here, let me grab your thighs and hook your knees over my shoulders.

Yeah, this is perfect. Let's me hold onto your hips real nice.

Can you feel that, sweetheart? My cock rubbing up against your pussy?

Stop shaking your head like that's gonna stop me. Kicking and screaming and crying ain't stopped me, what makes you think I'll change my mind now?

Give me a second. I want to look at you properly. Make sure I remember this for the rest of my life. The first time I'm fucking my girl and ain't she prettier than a picture? Not even my wettest dreams could have come up with something so perfect.

Only one thing in the world could possibly makes this better.

See my knife? Feel the way I'm pressing it against your cheek? Remember that feeling when I slice your gag off.

I want to hear three words. That's it. Anything else and I start cutting, got it?

Good. Now, here's what I want you to say.

"Please fuck me."

You got that? No begging me to stop. No asking me to go slow. Just begging me to fuck you. Nothing else.

And if you ruin this for me, sweetheart? If you fuck up my perfect fantasy? You'll be joining your friends. I don't need you breathing to fuck you. Just warm. Understand?

Good.

There. Your gag is off. What do you say?

Ha! Baby, how can I resist when you ask so nice? Sure honey, I'll fuck you. I'll fuck you so hard my cock will brand itself inside your belly. Ready?

Fuuuucckk.

Oh God, you're the hottest cunt I've ever had. Just wanna stay here for the rest of my life, deep inside you.

Here, let me press my hand against your lower belly when I start thrusting.

Shit, I can actually feel it.

I can feel my dick inside you. Heh, guess I'm a little too big for you afterall.

You're sucking me in, you know that? Your pussy wants me. Don't matter that I'm practically splitting you in half. Your filthy, whore cunt still wants me.

Aww, look at the way you flinch when I swear. Bet your boyfriend never said a single mean thing to you in his life, huh?

God, it's hard to keep so slow. But I'm managing it, just for you. Giving you time to adjust. See? I can be a gentleman too sometimes. Say thank you.

I said, say thank you.

Sure thing, doll. I'll do anything for you. Well, anything except let you go. Ain't gonna be doing that anytime soon, not with how perfect you are for me.

Never had a fuck this good in my life. Didn't think it could get this good.

Hey, don't look away from me. Did I say you could look away from me?

Do I gotta grab your face and force you?

There. Let me see those pretty eyes. Let me see the fear and the pain and the guilt. Give me everything, baby. I want it all. Every part you have to give. Your body. Your soul. They'll all be mine by the time I'm through.

Can't keep holding back. Grab the sheets if you have to, but I'm not slowing down after this.

That's it. Fucking take it.

Take it take it take it. Take my cock and beg for more.

Pretty little slut, I'm gonna fuck you rotten and raw. Ain't known the meaning of getting dicked down until I came along.

Fuck, that's it. Cry for me. Let me see those tears.

Listen to you, repeating what I told you to say like it's going to save you. Just makes me want you more, baby.

Hell, you're tight. Gonna cum inside you. Gonna mark you up. Gonna make you mine.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You were made for me, I get it now. Made just for me. No one else is ever going to touch you. I'll kill them. I'll kill you.

Take it, bitch. Take my cock and keep begging for more.

Nothing could pull me out of you. Not heaven or hell or judgement day. This is right where I belong. Inside you. Raping you.

Yeah, that's exactly what this is. Ain't no use denying it. I see you shaking your head like hearing the word makes it real.

That's what I am, aren't I? Your rapist.

And you're still begging me to fuck you.

Oh, you're fucked, doll. Well and truly fucked.

Open your mouth. I want to lean forward and let my spit drop into your mouth while I screw you bleeding.

Swallow.

Good.

You're never going to get the taste out, y'know that? I'm always going to be a part of you - my spit, my cum, all of it. Inside you forever.

You can scrub away my touch but you'll never outlive these memories, baby. I've burnt myself into your head.

Even if I let you go, I'll always be with you. More than your boyfriend. More than any lover you've had or will have.

It's me. It's always going to be me. Your worst fucking nightmare made real.

Tell me you want it. Say you want me to fill you up. Beg me.

Yeah, that's it. Just give in, baby. Stop holding yourself so stiff and just let it happen. Enjoy it.

Bet your man never fucked you this hard, huh? Bet your cunt was dying to be filled with a real cock.

Here, let me move your legs down so they're around my waist instead. I want to kiss you.

No, don't shake your head. You let me spit in your mouth but you don't want to let me kiss you? The hell kind of prude mentality is that?

I'm just going to... yeah, grab a fistful of your hair so you can't keep avoiding me. Look into my eyes, baby. Look at the man who owns you.

Mmhmm, you taste like cotton candy. How the hell do you taste so sweet?

It's kind of cute how inexperienced you are. Got no idea how to kiss a man properly. But it's okay, love. I'll teach you. I'll teach you plenty - how to kiss, how to take cock, how to suck dick.

Better than a college education and all it costed was the lives of your friends. Sweet deal, huh?

Here, kiss me again. No, I don't mean just holding still while I kiss you. I mean I want you lean up and kiss me like you want me back.

No? No?

Listen bitch, you don't get to say no.

Not to me, not ever. Do I have to grab your jaw so hard I leave bruises?

Kiss me back. I'm not fucking asking.

Why the hesitation anyway? I'm in your cunt, aren't I? There ain't any modesty left between us.

Or is it one of those special things? Like how backdoor doesn't count as losing it before marriage?

No, not quite. I think it's more so about the uh intimacy. Yeah, I reckon that's what this is about. Kisses are special. Only for the man you love. Sure, I'm balls deep inside you but if you don't kiss me, it ain't so bad. Is that right? Did I get it?

Hmm, from the way you're avoiding my eyes I reckon I hit the nail on the head.

Baby, do you really think there's anything you can keep from me? I told you once already, I'm taking it all. Everything you would have given your boyfriend, your husband, your true love. All that and more.

So, kiss me back.

That's it. Good girl, taking orders like a champ.

I think I won't ever get tired of your mouth. Kissing you...

C'mere, I want some more.

What's that, doll? You asking me why I stopped moving? Guess I just want to bury myself inside you a little longer. Don't want this to end.

'S hard though. Hanging on so long. If I didn't like you so much I would have busted ages ago.

Hmm, this is nice too. I could get used to this. Cockwarming. Never saw the appeal, but then I've never had a cunt as velvety soft as yours.

You're kind of cringing, why is that?

Hurts? Oh, you mean when I stay still? Yeah, I reckon that's a whole different type of hurt, ain't it?

Want me to start moving again?

Yes? Ha! Never thought I'd hear you say it, doll. Say it and mean it, too.

Let me start moving again and -

Huh. You're liking this. Or at least your body is. You're kinda shifting around to meet me when I fuck into you. Don't think you even realise you're doing it.

Aww, are you embarrassed? Don't hide it from me, sweetheart. I think it's cute that you want to fuck me back. Makes my heart all soft and warm and shit.

Got me feeling - what's it called again - yeah, paternal. Got me feeling like I should take care of you. Should kiss those tears away.

I reckon we're about the same age, but that don't matter. I feel all...protective. Like I ought to lock you away, keep you safe from all the other bastards in the world.

Sorry. I think I'm a little cunt drunk. Got me sayin' the dumbest, sappiest shit.

I reckon we ought to finish this, yeah? Aww, look at you nodding and agreeing with me. You want my cum that bad, doll? Don't worry, I'll give it to you. Give you every drop.

Need to go deeper. Need some leverage.

Oh, this'll do nicely. One hand on your hip and one around your throat. Let's me pull you back onto my dick with every thrust.

Your throat feels so fucking right when I hold you like this. Gives me all the power in the world. One little squeeze and I've stolen your air right alongside everything else I've taken.

Look at the way you're squirming. I think you're 'bout to come. Didn't think I could wring it out of you, but I reckon it's just another sign that we're meant for each other.

Let me pick you up a little, wrap my arm around your waist so you're bouncing on my cock. Hmm, I can kiss your neck like this too.

Shit, that's so much tighter. You're strangling my dick, baby. Go easy, God.

Oh, fuck I'm so close. I think you are too.

Where's my knife? Hey, don't squirm, I'm just gonna cut your hands loose. There.

Here, wrap them around my - huh, guess I don't have to tell you. Mmm, really diggin' your nails in, ain'tcha? Holdin' onto me like I'm the last lifeline in the whole world.

No, don't move. I like it like this. All pressed up against you.

Gonna hold onto my knife though. Can't have your hands loose and leave my knife lyin' around. Nah, don't worry. I ain't gonna hurt you with it. Just gonna keep it in my hand.

God, baby. Do that again. Grind on me again.

Mhmm, that's so...

Sorry. But I'm not holdin' back anymore. We're finishing this.

Hold on tight. I'm gonna give you the best ride of your life.

Hahh, listen to you whinin'. Fucked all the thoughts right outta your head, didn't I? You ain't even usin' words no more.

You're close. I can tell. Just come for me, doll. Quit worryin' 'bout right and wrong. Just shut your brain off and let your pussy get what she needs.

Thaaat's it. Keep grinding on my cock.

Fuck, I can feel every little tremor and squeeze.

Yes, just like that. Come on, come on now. Give in, baby. It was a losing fight from the start.

Oh God, that's it. You're squeezing me to hell, baby.

Dammit, I can't hold on much longer.

Fuck, oh fuck. That's it, yeah that's it. Take it. Take it. FUCKING TAKE IT.

Take my cum, baby. Have every drop of it.

I fucking love you. I do.

My fuckdoll, my pretty girl. Take every drop baby, you've earned it.

Damn. I can't - I can't even talk. Gimmme a minute. I just... needa catch my breath.

Fucking hell.

Hey, c'mere. No pulling away now. I want to keep holding you so close.

Just let me rest my head on your neck for a sec, okay?

Mhhmm. You still smell so good. But I can smell the sex on you now too. You're like a bitch after heat.

I like it. Like smelling myself on you.

Shh, no crying. Just hang onto me. Dig your nails in, if it makes you feel better.

You're my girl. I'll take care of you. I promise.

No, I'm not pulling out. I'm going to keep you plugged up. Don't want to waste all that hard earned cum, do you?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Shhh, baby, shhh. You're okay. I've got you.

Here, let me move the hair out of your face. I want to look at you.

Ah, there she is. My girl.

Look at those eyes... You're even prettier now, baby. Didn't think it was possible, but it's true. The way you're looking at me... All soft and defenceless... It's the prettiest thing I've ever seen.

You look surprised. I can be nice too, y'know. Just got to get all the cruelty out of my system.

Ma used to say it was the devil. Used to call it my devil face. When I'd get so bad that I'd kick the cat or pinch the baby or set things on fire.

I bet I scared you real bad, huh? Your whole body is shaking.

Shhh, you're okay. I've calmed down now, see? I'm not going to keep hurting you.

Here, I'll even hum you a song. The lullaby my ma used to sing me whenever I had a nightmare. And I reckon this sure as hell is a nightmare for you. The worst night you've ever had.

C'mere, put your head on my shoulder.

There, a little better isn't it? You're not crying anymore.

What's that, doll? Did you say something?

Will I let you go? Oh, honey. What a silly question...

I can't. Even if we ignore the fact that you've seen my face and heard my voice and have my DNA all over you, I don't want to let you go.

I wasn't lying. I think I'm falling in love with you. And I realised something. Fucking you... it's even better than killing. Doesn't scratch the exact same itch, no. But it comes pretty damn close.

Close enough that I think I'll be able to hold off. Close enough that I think my head will stay on straight if I have you around.

Not guaranteed. I can't control this shit, God knows I've tried. But maybe there's a chance.

I'm not letting you go, love. No way in hell.

You're the best damn fuck I've ever had.

Day 1 - Fear (1996)

Day 2 - Secret Obsession (2019)

Day 3 - Hush (2016)

Day 4 - The Perfect Guy (2015)

Day 5 - The Boy Next Door (2015)

Day 6 - The Invisible Man (2020)

Day 7 - Til Death Do Us Part (2017)

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[midnite-c6]

ive been thinking of a scenario where namgyu’sgf!reader has been secretly hooking up with thanos as pay back for namgyu being a shitty boyfriend.. makes me die😩

meow so hot bruh thanos is so sexy it makes me so sad 😿 NEED THAT! pt. 2 | pt. 3

thanos(choi su-bong) x nam-gyu'sgf!reader imagine!! <33

warnings: 18+, cheating

you, nam-gyu, and su-bong were truly a powerful trio, you guys were all tight-woven friends being stringed together of partying and drugs before you decided to start dating nam-gyu, nothing changed much, but it was weird to know what was once your homie is now someone you fuck on the daily.

sadly, now nam-gyu just sucks, as a boyfriend, and as a person in general. he doesn't even take the time of his day to touch or even kiss you! ignoring all your texts with an "i'm busy." was stupid! he was stupid! what was he doing in the club anyway?? was he banging another chick?? why shouldn't you do the same?

you'd go visit his club in search of your boyfriend, only running into su-bong, or thanos as he's known for. "señorita?" oh that nick-name you were so familiar of. you'd think su-bong would still be out of the country, since he's gotten that big rap battle overseas, or because he's trying to escape his debt but you're still pleased to see run into him. "su-bong!, damn it, have you seen nam-gyu?" he pouted dramatically "i haven't seen you in weeks and ya' immediately talk about your boyfriend? whore." the last word was mumbled under his breath. you roll your eyes, you were used to giving and getting mean nicknames anyway, "fuck you, i heard that! but.. c'mon, have you??" "of course not, i just got here, angel, why are you looking for him?" you sigh. "because he's my boyfriend. what else?" thanos just remained looking at you, as if telling you to spill more. ".. and i think he's fucking another girl." he gasps, as a sarcastic reaction, "whaaat? no way, who would've thought." you furrow your brows. "what?! you know about this??" he shakes his head, chuckling to himself "nah. but he's a man, and the same pussy gets old after some time." he said, like it was a matter-of-fact thing that you should know.

"oh that jerk, i'm gonna fucking kill hi-" thanos pulls you back to him. "don't blame the guy, it's just normal boy stuff, you get it, right?" you scoff, "no. plus, my pussy doesn't just ... "get old!" " he tilts his head, "ehhhh. you've been dating for like what, 1 year? even i'll get pretty tired of it." you groaned. "i didn't ask you, su-bong. i know he's... he's better than that." he places a hand on the back of your neck, lightly petting you. "mmmm, if you think about it, if he's fucking another girl, how does it make you feel, babe?" you don't think, you respond immediately. "angry! that's what." "...and?" "it makes me want to ..i dunno. do something."

"guess you're in luck that i came here then."

"huh?" and before you know it, you're being dragged to one of the VIP rooms..

nsfw below!!->

"fuck.. man, all that days of fucking and god, he hasn't even stretched this cunt." he says as he guides your hips in a speedened pace, being kind enough to push his hips up to the rhythm of yours, he'd moan out from how you were clenching him. "p-please.."

"you're so tight, shit." in these moments, you'd forget about your shitty boyfriend, how you're cheating on nam-gyu inside his very own club. thanos pulls out before the two of you could ever release, making you go on your knees as he lines up his dick right inside your mouth. you could see him grabbing his phone and facing it above you, a red light near the camera. the video captured your muffled, disgusting moans against his dick, you seemed challenged, it seemed like you were trying to prove you were still good at it. it could also capture su-bong's praises, ones you could barely hear.

"you're doing so goood.."

"how could anyone ever get tired of this cunt?."

"you should look at yourself right now, baby."

and after all that, he'd place you on his lap, it wasn't much of an aftercare, but it was good enough.

"you enjoyed it? yeah?" you nod. "i just .. hope he doesn't find out..hmph.." "yeah, yeah, he's my best friend, can't let that happen." you smiled from the assurance, resting your head on su-bong's shoulders. you were too fucked out to hear how he was tapping the send button on his phone, sending his good ol' homie the video of you sucking his cock, typing away to send the text 'got your fine shyt sucking me off bro, what happened?', they're both jerks, guess the both of them really can't care less about you and your feelings huhu :<

also dat pussy is power 🙏🏻 this is so mean to namgyu but at rhe same time the prompt is so hot. hehe.

[theemporium]

[5.1k] an off-putting interaction with a supposed fan leaves jack cursed and, somehow, you find yourself in the middle of it. because acting like your enemy's girlfriend to not aggravate a curse is totally normal, right?

[find other fright night specials here]

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It was well known by all that you and Jack Hughes did not like each other. 

If anything, that was an understatement about how the two of you felt about each other. It was one of those things that everyone knew: the sky was blue, the sun rose in the east and set in the west, and Jack Hughes was the bane of your fucking existence. 

You couldn’t quite remember a time when he wasn’t a pain in your ass. Since the day you joined the Devils team, the boy seemed to have it out for you and you returned the attitude. You were constantly at each other’s throats—much to the other boys’ entertainment—bickering and arguing and snapping. 

It was one of the safest bets you could make—especially on game days.

“Dude, I just had the weirdest fucking fan experience of my life!”

You didn’t hold back the urge to roll your eyes, your attention focused on the clipboard in your hands rather than the boy who had barrelled over and interrupted you. “Jesus, I thought players were meant to be mellow and calm before a game.” 

“Maybe that’s just what they tell you because you’re boring,” Jack retorted, flashing you a smile that was as irritating as it was charming. “And I wasn’t even talking to you. I was talking—”

“To my patient,” you bit out, turning your attention back to Dawson who was looking between the two of you with a slightly awkward but apprehensive expression. “Now, like I was asking before we were interrupted, the tension in your—”

“She was so weird,” Jack continued on, his lips twitching when he noticed the heavy sigh you let out but he kept going, facing forward towards Dawson as his shoulder brushed against yours. “I was coming out of the carpark and—”

Dawson’s nose scrunched up. “She was in the player carpark?”

“Yes!” Jack exclaimed, his eyes widening. “That’s what I’m saying, she already snuck in there and then she kept saying something but I couldn’t understand a word. So, I tried to politely—”

You snorted.

“—tell her that I was running late,” Jack continued, shooting you a quick but dirty look as he did. “But then she just started muttering to herself and waved her hands at me before walking away.” 

“Sounds like you broke a sweet old woman’s heart,” Dawson commented, grinning a little when Jack smacked his arm.

“Shut up,” Jack murmured, though his cheeks flushed pink in response. “I was already running late—”

“No surprise there,” you added.

“—I just didn’t have time,” Jack defended, once again shooting you a dirty look. “But it was weird, bro. She had some weird juju.”

Dawson pressed his lips together to hold back his laughter. “Juju?”

“Juju!” Jack repeated with a nod.

“I think you’re letting the guilt get to you, bro,” Dawson said, shaking his head in amusement. “You should head in to get ready for the game. Pretty sure Coach was asking Nico where you—”

“And you just let me stand here and talk?” Jack hissed, his eyes wide before he began rushing down the hallway towards the locker room. “What the fuck, Merc?!” 

“Always blaming everyone but himself,” you huffed, shaking your head. “Typical.”

Dawson grinned a little. “You know, people say that tension is a great aphrodisiac.” 

You shot him a blank look. “The only tension I am interested in is the kind in your muscles. Now, you gonna tell me how your hamstring is feeling or should I tell Coach to scrap you from the game?” 

Dawson quickly zipped his mouth shut.

…

It happened too fast for anyone to comprehend. 

There was five minutes left of the third period, the Devils were up one goal but it was still close. The Jets were putting up more of a fight than they anticipated, pulling moves and hits that were rough and dirty and tiring out the Devils far faster than they would have liked. 

Jack’s whole body was screaming, his heart pounding in his chest and his brain clinging onto the fact that it was almost over. Just a few more minutes until the final buzzer sounded, they just needed to make sure they didn’t let the other team score. That was all. Just tire them out in the last few minutes and they could clinch the win. 

He was so focused on thinking defensively, on thinking what would keep the Jets moving and chasing that he hadn’t even noticed the player barrelling towards him until it was too late. 

The referees blew the whistle too late, Jack’s whole body lurching with the hit as he felt himself get smacked up against the glass before he hit the ice. He felt as though someone had dunked his head underwater, his hearing muffled and his senses disoriented as he tried to scramble up onto his feet. As he tried to show that he was okay and he could keep playing. 

But the pain that ripped through his head when he tried to stand prevented him from doing so. 

“Give him space!” 

“Someone get the medics!” 

“Jack? You good?”

“He looks like he is gonna throw up!” 

Jack could feels hands on him. He could hear voices and he could hear the concern, even if he couldn’t lift his head to work out who was talking to him. He couldn’t do anything but groan and clench his eyes shut and hope that somebody would just make his head stop pounding.

He didn’t even remember how he got off the ice but he was grateful for the darkness in the medic room, the determination to finish the game as a win no longer at the top of his priority list. 

…

You knew the Devils took a chance on you when they offered you the job, but you liked to think you lived up to their expectations. 

You were fresh out of college, lost and intimidated and a degree in physiotherapy in your hands that you didn’t quite know what to do with. You had seen the opening in the Devils’ team by chance, and had applied for the sake of just having the experience of applying. You never considered getting an interview, or for them to like you. 

You never considered that they would take a chance on a student fresh out of college, offering a place under the current head of the team to shadow for a few years before fully taking over the position. 

But life had funny ways of working out and the job with the Devils was one of them.

You had been with the team for almost three years now. You were hardworking and diligent and you performed the roles of your job and beyond. You were a good employee. You knew you were. 

Which is why you were utterly baffled by the fact you were being dragged down the hallway instead of preparing your office for the players' cooldown massages and checkups. 

“What did I do? Are they angry at me? Was there a report I forgot to hand in?” You questioned the boy pulling you, nerves bubbling up in your stomach and you suddenly regretted the pretzel you ate during the second period. 

“No, no, it’s just—” Nico paused, his brows furrowing together. “I can’t really explain it. You just gotta see it.” 

“See what?” You questioned, your eyes darting over the boy’s shoulder to see him leading you towards the medic rooms. “Why are you bringing me here? Did someone pull something?” 

“It’s Jack,” Nico replied, like that explained anything.

“Did Jack pull something?” You asked, albeit a bit desperately. Your patience was already thin and the vague replies were starting to test you. “Nico, tell me what’s wrong? I thought Jack was just on concussion watch, Susan said—” 

“Just,” Nico paused outside the room, grimacing a little. “Just play along, yeah?” 

You opened your mouth, a dozen more questions on the tip of your tongue but it was that very moment the door swung open. 

“Baby, there you are! Where have you been?” 

You blinked, staring at Jack who was currently sitting up on one of the medic beds, grinning happily at you. Then your eyes shifted to the team doctor who looked sheepish, a similar expression shared by the coaching staff beside her. And finally, your eyes landed on Luke who was standing beside Jack’s bed, looking like he was seconds away from laughing (an expression you weren’t expecting on the brother of someone who took a very bad hit).

Nico cleared his throat, nudging you forward. “Found her!”

You stumbled forward, still utterly confused at the odd looks you were receiving from everyone in the room. “What? Was something broken in the hit or something?”

“Baby,” Jack groaned, though it sounded fond and sweet as he reached his hand out towards you. “Stop thinking about work for two seconds, will you? C’mere, I missed you. They said you were too busy to see me just after the hit.” 

You blinked. “Are you talking to me?” 

Jack raised his brows in amusement. “Is there another girlfriend I have that I’ve forgotten about?” 

“Girlfriend?” You repeated, your jaw almost hitting the ground. “I am—”

“Very much his girlfriend who loves him very much,” Nico interrupted, stepping forward and giving you a look you were starting to understand. “And who must be very concerned after he took that big hit that could have gone badly and could have affected his memory.”

Your lips parted slightly as everything clicked.

“Geez, Hisch, way to look at things in a glass half empty kinda way,” Jack laughed before lifting his hand out to you. “Baby, m’fine. Don’t listen to him.”

You had half the mind to shoot Luke a glare as you closed the distance between you and took Jack’s hand in yours, ignoring the snickering from the younger Hughes. You swallowed harshly, turning to look at the team doctor instead of Jack.

“So, doc, what’s the consensus?” 

The team doctor gave you a sheepish smile. “He’s been cursed.” 

You blinked. “Yeah, no shit.” 

“Shit, can you tell?” Jack frowned, lifting his other hand to touch his face. “Do I have warts on my face or something? Oh god, do you still think I’m hot?” 

“I—” You flashed him a slightly strained smile. “Still hot, babe.” 

“Oh, it gets better,” Luke mumbled under his breath. 

Jack beamed in response. 

“The hit should have been a standard hit, the Jets player wasn’t even skating fast enough to cause the…damage Jack is experiencing,” the doctor continued. “We suspected foul play and did a few additional tests. It seemed like Jack had a curse manifesting throughout the game but the brunt of the curse didn’t hit until mid-play. And whoever cursed him seemed to have it out for him because it took the environment around him and made it worse—hence, the Jets player’s hit seeming harder, the force he hit the glass and the pain caused by the hit.” 

You frowned. “So, what do we do? How do we…un-curse him?” 

“You can’t,” Luke jumped in, smiling far too wide for your liking. “Doc says we just have to let the curse play out.” 

“I hardly feel cursed,” Jack said dismissively. “What, a rough hit? That’s it? Some curse. Everything else is normal.”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. 

“Until then,” the doctor continued. “I strongly advise doing anything that would…agitate the curse. It could make things worse. We got lucky with the…limited inconveniences.” 

Despite her cryptic words, you understood the message loud and clear. 

Play along and be his girlfriend until his memory returned to normal or else god knows what will happen.

You just wondered what you did to deserve being cursed along with him. 

…

“I bet it was that old lady before the game.”

You lifted your head to find Jack lounging on the massage bed in your office, staring at the ceiling as he continued to contemplate. You had mentioned to him that you needed to finish some paperwork before leaving for the day. 

You expected him to head back to his apartment with Luke, not stay behind with you.

Luke just cackled when Jack decided to stay with you. 

Your brows furrowed together. “Who?”

“The weird old lady that I told you and Dawson about before the game,” Jack said, turning his head to look back at you. “The one who I said had bad juju?” 

And of course he would remember that, just not the fact you weren’t his girlfriend.

Stupid curse. 

“Oh, yeah,” you nodded, leaning back in your seat. “So, what? You didn’t take a photo with her and she curses you? Seems a bit harsh.” 

“Maybe she didn’t like the fact I told her I wasn’t available,” Jack teased, winking at you.

It took every tensed muscle in your body to stop you from scrunching your nose in response. 

“Seems likely,” you replied with a strained smile on your face once more. “Right, I’m done here. Do you want a lift back?” 

Jack laughed, pushing himself to sit up. “Yeah, unless you expect me to walk back to your place and meet you there.”

You froze. “You’re coming back to mine?”

“Duh,” Jack said, his brows furrowing a little at your reaction. “Like I do after every game, babe. This isn’t new. Are you feeling okay?” 

“Yeah, just—” You waved him off, focusing on tidying up your desk instead. “Tired. I think I slept badly.” 

“Aw, baby,” Jack cooed, and it was odd hearing it in a sweet, concerning way rather than the condescending tone you were used to. “S’fine, you’ve got me tonight. Bet you’ll sleep like a baby.” 

“Definitely,” you agreed, making a mental note to strangle Luke the next time he came in for a deep muscle massage.

…

“Uh, where’s your clothes?” 

Jack glanced over at you, that stupid grin on his face that still looked unbelievably fond. It felt wrong to be on the receiving end of it. 

“M’getting ready for bed,” he said simply. “I can’t sleep in a shirt, babe, you know this.” 

“Right, of course I do,” you nodded. “I was just testing you. Making sure you have no more memory problems.” 

“That’s sweet, babe, but I am okay,” Jack assured you, climbing under the covers and settling on the right side of the bed, like he somehow fucking knew you preferred the left. “The doc cleared me and I’ve felt fine since. You know I’d tell you if I felt like something was wrong.”

“Yeah, I just…worry,” you answered after a few moments, trying to calm the thoughts racing through your head as you climbed into the bed next to him. You kept telling yourself to relax, to just pretend like this was normal, to do what the doctor said and play along with the curse so it doesn’t get worse.

But it was hard to believe you were sharing a bed with the boy when he—mutually—hated your guts a few hours ago.

“C’mere,” Jack hummed, pulling you into his embrace with ease and ignoring the way your body seemed to tense at the contact between you both. “Just relax. It’s hockey, hits happen. You know that.” 

You swallowed. “Curses don’t, though.” 

“True, but we will get through that too,” Jack said with so much confidence. “We’re a team, remember? I’ve got your back and you’ve got mine.”

Your eyes widened as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Mhm. A team. That’s us.” 

Jack grinned against your head. “Goodnight, baby.”

“Night, Jack.” 

…

You woke up the following morning to an empty bed.

For a moment, you thought the whole thing was a bad dream. You thought that it was some twisted nightmare your brain tormented you with, something that would haunt you for the next few days but ultimately forget. 

For a moment, you let out a sigh of relief. 

And then you heard a crash from the kitchen, followed by a familiar voice whispering ‘shit’ and realised it was not, in fact, a dream.

You weren’t even sure what you expected to find when you threw the covers off and quickly rushed towards the source of the noise. But finding Jack, half dressed, with two plates on the counter with a sizzling pan on the stove was not it. 

“Oh hey, you’re up,” he beamed once he spotted you lingering in the doorway. “We didn’t have much in the fridge, so we should probably do a grocery run soon. But I managed to whip up something edible.” 

You blinked. “You cook?”

Jack groaned but there was still a smile on his face. “Babe, I’m getting better. I only set the toaster on fire twice in the last few months!” 

You blinked again, your brain far too tired to even stay with the conversation.

“Your coffee is in the fridge,” Jack said, turning back around to focus on not burning whatever was in the pan. “I didn’t make it, so I promise it tastes good. It’s from that cafe down the road you like.”

You knew the cafe well. It was one of your favourites and one you frequently bought coffees from, especially before work. You knew it wasn’t the most shocking thing in the world that he knew of its existence, but the fact he somehow seemed to know it was your favourite and choose the correct order threw you off.

“Thanks,” you murmured, taking a sip of the iced coffee whilst Jack just grinned at you. 

“You’re snappy before coffee,” he teased. 

You shuffled towards the stools by the counter, settling down as you watched the boy closely, like somehow staring at him would reverse whatever curse that old lady put on him. It didn’t. Instead, you were just blatantly staring at the shirtless boy in your kitchen like he was an alien.

He almost felt like one, if you were being honest.

“So,” you spoke up after a few moments. “What are your plans for today?” 

Jack glanced over his shoulder, shooting you an odd look. “Are you sure you’re not the one who got hit last night? We have the charity event with the other boys, remember? The picnic in the park? Don’t tell me my date is bailing on me.”

You laughed nervously. “Of course not! Just…testing you again!”

“Well, you can chill with the tests,” he assured you, pressing another fucking kiss on your forehead that made you feel warm and gooey and confused as he placed your plate in front of you. “M’okay, baby, promise. Also, I promised Nico we would bring something so we should probably stop by some bakery and grab cookies, or something.” 

You only hummed in response, fighting the urge to blurt out the truth and somehow relieved that you wouldn’t have to be spending the day alone with him.

…

“You. Here. Now.” 

Luke blinked, his brows furrowed in confusion as he stared at you. He pointed his finger towards himself and you could have rolled your eyes if you weren’t so desperate. 

“Yes, you, idiot. Hurry up.” 

However, Luke was a little bitch so he slowly made his way over to the tree you were currently hiding behind, a plate of finger foods in his hand that he was snacking away on. 

“Sup?” 

You stared at him blankly. “You’re already on thin ice.” 

“Aw,” Luke cooed, a teasing grin growing on his face. “Was the night with Jack that bad?” 

“He knows things!” You hissed under your breath, a bit more frantic that you would have preferred. “We need to find this fucking witch, I can’t do this anymore.” 

“It’s been less than twenty-four hours,” Luke pointed out.

“It’s freaky as fuck,” you retorted. “He knows things about me that a normal boyfriend would.” 

“Wow, it’s almost like magic,” Luke deadpanned.

“I hate you.” 

“Rude way to talk to your possible future brother-in-law,” Luke grinned, letting out a squeal when you pinched his side. “Ow, ouch! Okay! I’ll try to keep him away from you as much as I can.” 

You sighed. “Thank you.” 

…

It took twenty minutes before that plan flopped. 

Jack snuck off after an interview he had done with Luke for the Devils social media team, hardly giving his brother a chance to come up with an excuse to hang out on the other side of the park before he hunted you down. 

You almost screamed when a body flopped down on the blanket beside you, Jack’s grinning face in your line of vision as he settled his head on your lap. 

“Hey, stranger,” he greeted, lifting his hand to tuck some hair behind your ear. “You’ve been quiet today.” 

“Just tired,” you said, the response almost automatic at this point. 

But Jack frowned. “I think you might be getting sick. We should pick up some soup from that deli place you like, down in Hoboken. Maybe pick up some tea too.” 

Your throat felt tight but you nodded nonetheless, hoping your surprise wasn’t obvious on your face.

Fucking magic. 

…

When you woke up the next morning, Jack still thought he was your boyfriend.

The next day was the same. 

So was the one after that. 

And the days following. 

Before you knew it, it had been well over a week—honestly closer to two weeks—and the curse seemed well and truly cemented in place. It was still an absolute mind-fuck, and not just for you but everyone on the team. 

It felt like one big secret you were all holding back on telling Jack, letting him live in some weird and ignorant bliss. The worst part was that he was so unsuspecting of the people closest to him lying to his face. He didn’t question the snickers Dawson or Luke would sometimes let out when the two of you showed up to work together. Or the way Nico seemed to actively avoid talking about the relationship (despite Jack insisting it was his friend’s shove that prompted him to ask you out). Or the fact you had been ‘sick’ for the last two weeks and, therefore, unable to kiss him.

Though, that one was easy with hockey players and their odd superstitions and need to prevent any possible scrap from a game. 

He was so trusting and gullible when it came to the people around him, you almost felt bad. 

The emphasis being on almost because by some weird and twisted turn of events, you didn’t mind it. Not really. Not after the initial weirdness and tension of it wore off. Maybe you had been single for too long or maybe you were mourning something you had never truly experienced, the love and attention of someone who notices, who sees you, who cares about keeping you happy. 

It felt wrong, like you were exploiting Jack for emotions and feelings he didn’t organically have. But it also felt too nice to tell the truth, to tell him that you weren’t really his girlfriend and lose the benefits you had gained over the last two weeks.

It was weird seeing this side of Jack. Not a bad weird, just a different kind. 

A kind you knew you would have to give up once the curse was gone.

“M’gonna be a bit longer, Dawson wanted to run some more drills outside of practice,” Jack said as he lifted himself off the massage bed, flashing those puppy dog eyes at you that made your stomach twist in endearment (when once upon a time, they pissed you off). “Wait for me? I’ll pay for your lunch.” 

“You don’t have to bribe me, you know,” you snorted but your eyes fluttered shut as he rounded your desk, placing a kiss on the top of your head. “But deal. We’re getting burritos.” 

He beamed, shaking his head fondly. “Fine. I’ll catch you in a few hours.” 

You watched him scurry out of your office, probably running through the corridors to get to the locker room before he was reprimanded for being late. He had even arrived two hours earlier than he was meant to, just because he wanted to chill in your office whilst you worked. 

It shouldn’t have made your heart flutter when you knew it wasn’t really Jack but it did.

It really fucking did.

…

It was an hour or so later when you couldn’t ignore your stomach rumbling anymore. 

There was still another two hours before Jack would step off the ice, heading towards the locker room to shower and change before the two of you could grab some food. And you sure as hell could not wait that long. 

You let out a groan, your joints clicking as you stood up from your desk for the first time in a few hours. You ignored the voice in the back of your head that reminded yourself to try walking around a bit more between writing reports before you headed into the hallway, deciding to treat yourself to the vending machines closer to the players’ locker room (it had better snacks, despite what management liked to tell everyone).

You had been standing in front of the vending machine with your brows furrowed in contemplation that you hadn’t even noticed an old lady approaching you.

“You’re the girl.” 

You jumped out of your skin, an unflattering noise of surprise leaving your lips as you stared at the woman with wide eyes. “I, uh, what?” Your brain took a few seconds to catch up. “I mean, I am a girl. I don’t know about being the girl.”

The woman smiled and it sent shivers down your spine. “Hm, yes, I can see it now. His aura lingers on you.” 

You blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, but the magic remains. It is strong. Pungent,” she continued, tsking as she shook her head. “You delay the inevitable!” 

Your eyes widened as you took a step back on instinct. “You’re the one that cursed Jack, aren’t you?”

“Curse?” Her smile became knowing, sneaky, disconcerting. “Oh, honey, there was no curse.”

You frowned. “Uh, ma’am, with all due respect, I find that hard to believe considering he—” 

“All I did was give him what he wanted,” she said, so simply and so directly that it caught you off guard. “His deepest desire to be his, though I assumed that would be a game win. The losing streak was quite off-putting.” 

“I—” You blinked. “So, wait. You’re a fan?” 

“Yes,” she stated. “Was it not obvious?” 

You bit back the sarcastic response that wanted to leave your lips. “And what? You cursed him to win the game?” 

“That was my mistake for assuming it was what he desired the most,” she replied, that almost-creepy smile on her face. “It seems his deepest desires lay with you.” 

You stared at the woman in front of you. “You’re joking, right?” 

“I do not joke,” she stated bluntly. 

“So…the way he’s been acting…” you trailed off, your mind racing with a million different thoughts.

“All himself,” the woman answered. “Think of the magic as the confidence boost he needed to get there.” 

“He likes me?” 

“Yes.”

“Like, properly?” 

“Yes.” 

“And everything he’s been doing? That’s been done by him and not influenced by magic? Not even the tidbits of knowledge?” 

“My dear, it sounds like you have been very oblivious to how this man feels about you.” 

You shot her a look, unsure how you felt about being called out by the very witch who ‘didn’t curse’ the boy you had been calling your boyfriend for the last two weeks. 

“Oh my god.” 

“Though, it seems like his change in relationship with you has been what he needed to get him out of his losing slump, so I guess we both win.”

You frowned a little. “You’re one odd lady.” 

She shrugged in response. 

“How did you even get in here?” 

…

“Run it again!” 

Jack’s muscles were screaming at him as he pushed himself across the ice, pushing himself to go faster, faster, faster like the coach wanted as he carried the puck on his stick. His eyes were laser-focused on the players around him, on dodging the defencemen lined up in front of him and skating around them to get to the goal. 

He didn’t let himself relax until the sound of the puck hitting the back of the net hit his ears.

“JACK!” 

He turned his head, expecting to find one of his teammates skating towards him to celebrate his goal in their makeshift drill. But instead of Nico skating towards him with his arms in the air or Dougie prepared to smack him on the back for dodging his attempts, he instead found you standing by the tunnel. 

You looked flustered and on edge and panicked, and it made his spine straighten.

Jack dodged the others, ignoring whatever the coaching staff were barking at them as he made his way towards you at a speed that you would have disapproved of if you knew how sore his muscles were.

“What? Are you okay? Did something happen?” He asked frantically, confused as to why else you would have interrupted a training practice. 

“You like me,” you said to him.

His brows furrowed in confusion. “Uh, yeah, babe. I do. What are you—”

But before he could continue, you grabbed his face with both hands and tugged him closer. He stumbled a step or two before his lips were pressed on yours. His surprise disappeared after a few seconds, his body melting into the kiss and his brain forgetting whatever he was trying to ask moments ago.

He was still in a daze when you pulled away, your hands still holding his face and your gaze completely focused on him, like you were expecting to see something different. 

“Do you still like me?” You asked, a little breathless.

And he felt winded. 

Winded by an influx of memories and realisations and emotions that were all his own. Winded by the magic coursing through him, ringing obvious and evident to his body despite two weeks of feeling nothing. Winded by the look on your face, a hint of fear and hope shining in your eyes as you awaited his response.

“Yeah,” he rasped, his cheeks burning hot. “I do.”

“Okay,” you nodded, your lips twitching upwards. “Good.” 

And then you kissed him again. 

However, this time it was the shrill of a whistle that broke you two apart, the annoyed voices of the coaching staff telling Jack to stop slacking and continue on with his training ringing loud and clear through the rink. 

“We still have a lot to talk about,” you said as Jack began to skate back towards the rest of the group. “Like, a lot.”

He grinned at you. “We still on for burritos after?” 

You laughed. “Only if you’re still playing.” 

“It’s a date, baby,” Jack winked. 

It was well known by all that you and Jack Hughes did not like each other. 

But maybe a little bit of magic was the shove the two of you needed to realise that wasn’t quite true. 

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[asvtrials]

Hate that I want you

Hate that i want you      masterlist

part one      next part idea: @floydsfae tags: @ilovejeansosomuch. @spikedfearn (inspired by) summary: Parting ways with a friend group was always hard, somehow trying to rejoin that group was even harder. Especially when a particular quick-tempered someone is rather bitter about your choices. warnings/tags: lots of swearing. friends to enemies to lovers. Bjorn is a bitter and jealous shit. angst a/n: I'm not very familiar with the Alien franchise so forgive me if there are any inaccuracies. This is my first Tumblr post and I'm not used to writing in the second-person narrative so sadly this is not my best work but I still hope you like it. English is not my first language so please be nice. word count: 2394

“Fuck no.” That was your only answer before you covered yourself with your blanket and sank even deeper into your messy bed.

“Come on, Y/n!.” The muffled voice of your friend, Kay reached your ears under the blanket before she started to pull it away from you.

“Leave me alone.” You whined while trying to hold onto the covers until eventually Kay gave up

She sighed and sat next to you on the bed. “This is gonna be good for us.” She tried to reason. “You think that idiot was your way out? This is the way out.! She shook you a bit under the covers to make sure you were actually listening.

You rolled over, unsure if she actually believed in this nonsense or was that desperate to leave Jackson’s Star. You wouldn’t blame her if she was.

You stared at her for a long moment, brows furrowed. “Who had this idea in the first place?” You asked, surprised that anyone would think this would work.

“Tyler and Navarro. They said they pick-”

“Tyler and Navarro? Damn, they are really getting desperate.” You cut her off with a scoff.

“So, are you,” Kay added.

You couldn’t deny it.

You were tired. Tired of living the same day over and over again. Wake up at 6 am to the same darkness that followed you the entire day, get ready by 6:30 am, and begin your walk to the bus station to take the overcrowded bus that drove all of the workers to the mines.

Thankfully you were able to be transferred to the kitchen, away from the cramped caves. And as sad as it sounded, that was the only good thing that happened to you in a while.

You didn’t know if it was that or the resentful feeling of your fresh breakup but you let Kay pull you out of your bed and push you into the shower. You just knew you wanted to change this overwhelming routine of the past two months.

As soon as you got dressed, the girl led you through the busy, dimply-lit streets and toward an alleyway where the rest of the crew would wait for you.

You didn't know how to feel about this reunion. You haven't really seen them in a while, spending most of your time with your now ex-boyfriend. You were surprised they even included you in this ‘mission’. You figured it was probably Kay and Tyler, possibly Navarro too.

You turned around and were greeted by the figures of your old friends, Tyler and Bjorn.

When they met your nervous stare, you noticed Tyler’s expression mirrored yours even if it was for a split second. He quickly concealed his uncertainty with a smile that reached his eyes.

“Hey, Y/n. How have you been?” Tyler chuckled and pulled you into a hug, startling you a bit but soon enough you returned the affection

“Fine, I guess—” You began but before you could continue a different voice echoed in the empty alleyway, accent thick and tone dripping with accusation.

“We weren’t sure if you'd bless us with your ladyship.”

Of course, it was no other than Bjorn who would make a comment like this. He earned a glare from Tyler but he just shrugged s as if he was just making conversation.

An annoyed smile tugged at your lips as you spoke “Seems like you didn't change. Like at all.”

Bjorn ignored your comment and turned to Kay. “If she's all caught up, we should go.”

You raised your eyebrow at the way he brushed you off but you decided to let it go. “What about Navarro, Rain, and Andy?” You asked.

“Navarro’s fixing some other parts of the ship and Rain is—” Tyler paused for a moment, sending a glance at his half-sister. You followed his eyes but Kay just smiled at you “Busy with her job,” Tyler ended up saying.

“Is Rain all right?” You asked, chuckling a bit at their failed attempt to cover the truth.

“You’d know if you weren’t too busy snogging your boyfriend every chance you got,” Bjorn remarked with a smug smirk. You could feel your blood boiling at the mention of your ex.

“Bjorn! We talked about this.” Tyler warned the boy but he just scoffed.

“What? She was gone for two months and now acts all worried! That’s a load of bollocks!” He argued, gesturing towards you with a huff.

“Oh, fuck off, Bjorn!” You raised your voice over Tyler who was about to cuss his cousin out. This was already hard enough but having Bjorn act like a massive asshole wasn’t something you were going to sit through.

You did abandon them. You were a bitch, and a bad friend, and whatever this asshat wanted to call you but you didn’t need to hear it, especially from Bjorn out of all people.

You just wanted to have a better life, at least as good as it could get in this shitty colony. A future to look forward to and Noa made it look possible. He had ambition and connections and could easily get a better job than most of the Jackson Star residents. At the time you were stupid enough to believe that he wouldn’t drop you. Yet, as soon as he bagged a job in the ‘Office of Colony Affairs’ he dumped you because, in his words, you had ‘different life goals.’

Fuck. And fuck him, and Bjorn and whoever dared to call you a whore or an opportunist. All of you had the same life goals, get the fuck out of here. That’s why you were here. As crazy as this plan sounded, at least you would be doing something to get away from this place.

“I’m not going to apologize for wanting something better for myself!” You snapped.

Bjorn ran his tongue over his teeth, letting out a low chuckle to hide his irritation “So you dropped everyone to get that.” He stated before he met your eyes once more. You didn’t know what you saw in his gaze but it wasn’t simply anger.

“I didn’t drop any of you!” You began, throwing your hands in frustration. “I kept in touch with Kay and Navarro. I asked about all of you! If you weren’t such a dick you’d realize that you made it difficult to talk to you!”

Bjorn remained quiet as if he was trying to come up with a comeback. He tore his gaze away from you when he turned around and mumbled “Whatever.”

“We should really get going now,” Kay spoke nervously, more to Tyler than anyone else.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Tyler agreed noticeably glad that the fight would come to an end, for now at least.

You sent Bjorn one last glare before following Kay and Tyler, but he didn't look all that affected.

The walk to the abandoned warehouse was rather long. A couple of years ago it was busy with workers and clients, mostly to buy components for mining haulers and gear. But right now it was collecting dust and vines so it was the perfect place to get some forgotten parts and tools.

Tyler helped Kay jump over the tall fence while you and Bjorn were already on the other side. You smiled at the sweet moment between the siblings trying to ignore the panging feeling in your chest.

You tried to ignore the intense need you had to glance at the boy next to you but you couldn’t help it. His gaze was fixated on the tall building, holding the cigarette between his fingers. You tried to push away the bitter feeling that cursed through you.

It wasn’t that long ago that he helped you the same way, finding any excuse to feel your skin under his fingertips.

But that was just a childish game you two developed. Flirting jokingly, touching a bit more than necessary to see the other’s cheeks redden and hear your friends groan in disgust. Both of you comfortably balanced on the rope between friendly banter and romantic curiosity.

When both Kay and Tyler landed on the other side of the fence, you began walking toward the building.

You stepped inside and an aerie breeze hit you, from the way Kay started to rub her shoulders you guessed the rest felt the same.

“Bloody hell…” Bjorn mumbled as he walked to the front desk which was covered in dust and some dead bugs.

“Yeah, that’s nasty.” Kay agreed, keeping close to you and Tyler.

“I’ll go check the first floor, someone should check the second,” Tyler announced the plan, staring at the sketch of the parts Novarro drew him.

The group was surrounded by silence, the four of you looking at each other awkwardly until Kay decided to make it easier for all of you. “I can go with Bjorn.” She said cheerily trying to ignore the tension.

“Good, Y/n we’ll go together” Tyler nodded toward you and started walking up the stairs.

Bjorn's loud voice stopped both of you in your tracks. Bjorn tried to sound uninterested even amused as he spoke “I see, you act all tough yet can’t even spend five minutes alone with me. Scared I’ll hurt your feelings, innit?” The way those last words fell out of his lips in such a pitying manner really struck a nerve.

You knew what he was doing. He was baiting you. You saw him do it to everyone, although you weren’t sure if Andy even could understand that he did it just to annoy him.

Still, you weren’t one to give him the satisfaction. You let out a dry chuckle as you rolled your eyes. “Bjorn and I are going to check the second floor” You declared, not bothering to turn around.

“I can go with Y/n?” Kay tried to intervene but neither you nor Bjorn listened as you walked up the stairs.

“Remember, in and out! Be quick.” You heard Tyler’s voice bounce off the walls as you continue your path to the second floor, Bjorn hot in your trail.

You entered a room as soon as you reached the second floor. By the numerous boxes and shelves filled with dirty items, this was clearly one of the storage rooms

“You search the right side, I'll search the left side,” You said when you noticed Bjorn still walking behind you.

“Don’t tell me what to do” He quickly retorted.

You let out an exasperated sigh and walked to the right side instead, ignoring his snarkiness.

Neither of you talked for a long while, putting equipment that seemed useful in your bags or simply looking through the dusty machinery.

Bjorn was the first to break the uncomfortable silence “So how are things with your boyfriend.” You didn’t miss the way his tone changed to a mocking one at the word ‘boyfriend’ but you chose to ignore it.

You stayed quiet for a moment, not sure if you wanted to answer. “We don’t have to talk.”

“Come on, I’m trying to be nice.” He spoke over the loud noise of his hand rummaging through some drawers and you could practically hear his smirk.

A groan managed to slip past your lips before you said “We broke up.”

You heard Bjorn’s movements come to a halt momentarily followed by a breathy laugh. “Can’t say I'm surprised you dumped that twat.”

You remained silent once again only saying a drawn-out “Yeah”

“Wait a fucking minute.” Bjorn laughed, walking closer to you, a smug smirk spreading on his face “He dumped you!”

The amusement in his voice made your anger flare up once again causing your face to contort in irritation but you tried to ignore it and just get the job done, practically slamming the drawer shut.

“Why did he dump you? Did he find someone that matched his status? He did get promoted to a whole-ass desk job” He snorted.

You tried to be calm, you really did but all of it was so recent “Can you just shut the fuck up for once in your life?” You exploded, making his eyes leave the shelves and focus on you. “Is it really so funny that I was dumped?”

Bjorn stared at you for a long moment, before turning to continue searching. Obviously not without a sarcastic comment. “It’s funny that he dumped you but sorry, didn’t know you were so in love.”

You closed your eyes and exhaled through your nose to try and keep your cool. “As if you know what love is?” You tried to keep your voice from shaking with anger.

Bjorn met your scowl once again but to your surprise, his expression didn’t match yours. Unlike yours, his eyes didn’t hold any rage but something that made you unable to look away as he moved closer to you, looming above you.

“I know you two weren’t.” The low tone in his voice had you breathless for a moment.

Does it even matter if you loved Noa? Falling in love was never the point.

“You don’t know anything” You spat out, your voice as intense.

He raised his eyebrow at your words, staring down into your eyes “Really?” He dragged out the word. “You were in love with that asshat? You really want me to believe that?”

“I don’t care what you believe, that’s none of your fucking business.” You bit back, taking a step closer. You wanted to remain unbothered by how the corner plush lips tugged up but the warmth that spread through your cheeks was impossible to ignore.

“You’re not answering my question.” The almost gentleness in his voice quickly disappeared as he laughed, his breath hitting your face. His fingers slowly reached up to flick a strand of your hair mockingly.

You were about to slap away his hand when you heard Kay’s voice from the corridor.

“Guys, where are you?” She shouted.

“Uh—we’re here Kay” You yelled back, stepping back from Bjorn. You really didn’t notice how close you two were standing.

Soon enough Kay’s figure appeared in the doorframe.

“Glad to see you didn’t kill each other” She joked. “We found the thing Navarro needed, we can go.” She announced.

You hated how your eyes met Bjorn’s even if it was for a second, and you hated the feeling that erupted in your stomach even more.

[hypnos333]

Never going back Pt.2

Alastor x Angel Reader

Synopsis: Alastor always finds a way to get you

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Fuck Fuck FuCk

How could Adam and Lute be so fucking Naive? But you couldn’t blame them for your own mistakes with even getting involved with Alastor. You knew you should’ve ended it when it started.

When the portal opened for extermination Alastor immediately took this opportunity to sneak a tentacle through the portal. And lucky for him you were just right there watching above. Deep in thought so he took that chance to drag you back through the portal. You screamed but everyone seems busy, You tried to fly but your wings weren’t that strong.

“No, No, NO, Please I can’t go back” You cried out knowing what this means to you. You tried to yank the tentacle off you but it held you even more tighter around your thighs.

You were dragged down without being noticed to a radio tower that looks unstable. You were settled down gently as the tentacle now became ropes tied around your hands and ankles so you wouldn’t get out.

It’s funny how your getting Deja-vu this seems like the old days back again.

What felt like hours of waiting Someone slammed the door open making it no doubt Alastor but this time it was different, He was beaten down and tired from exhaustion. The ropes disappeared making you second guess if you should run or help your Ex-husband with his wounds.

You thought about it reasonably and it made sense to run, but go where? You didn’t know hell at all and you had no way of getting home.

Your emotions were all over the place but you did the unthinkable and Kneel towards him. He look up in relief with his god sickening smile as you put your hand on his cheek before humming a tune making your hands glow gold.

Once healed you backed away from him but he gripped your hand making you gasp. “Thank you my dear, i’m so glad you didn’t run from me” He said making glance anywhere but him as you turned your head.

“Why am I here Alastor?” You asked bluntly making his smile turn into a smirk as chuckles as your obliviousness. “Isn’t it obvious my darling? I had to take back what was mine at the beginning” He stated gripping your hand to force the ring you rejected from heaven back into your ring finger.

“Alastor you have to understand We can’t be together no more” You said trying to break it down to him and he knew what you were saying but he didn’t want to hear it.

You were gonna be stuck to him weather you liked it or not. He smiled sickly before snapping his fingers making some type of wind to push you in a cage fit enough with your wings. You gasped tugging the cage trying to get out.

“My Dear, we both know you can’t leave me or did you forget that we are stuck together heaven or not your bound to me. Forever” He exclaimed as tears leaked down your face as you fell on your knees while your wings covered your body.

[insomniamamma]

The Second Kind: Kermit (snl) x F!reader

A/N: I'm going to start by blaming @oonajaeadira for this one. I bounced head cannons at her and she provided encouragement. We had a good laugh and then I was like fuck it I'm writing the fic. Reader is back where she grew up for an annual family reunion. This is pure silliness that got surprisingly emotional. Woody Harrelson's character is named Scooter. This is the silliest thing I've ever written and I had a fucking blast. Also a FLIR is a type of thermal imagine camera that used by UFO people and ghost hunters.

Warnings: Ugly family dynamics. Politics. One use of "Libtard" (not from Kerm or Scoots). A whole UFO sighting and the terror that implies. Anxiety. A bit of panic. Alcohol consumption.

You knew things would turn ugly. But you still showed up. For your younger cousins if nothing else. The family reunion has felt less like a fun occasion and more like an obligation lately. Doesn’t help that your grandparents and uncles have let Tucker Carlson and Fox News and Twitter hollow them out from the inside.

Everybody’s been cordial so far, but now the sun is down and the fire is bright and the beer is flowing and Uncle Mike starts his usual spiel about how those dirty foreigners are taking jobs from good hard working Americans. You feel your neck start to stiffen, your jaw start to tighten up, knowing that Mike’s got enough liquid courage on board to recite a sermon’s worth of Project 2025 talking points with a heaping helping of Qanon horseshit. Your Aunt Jennie downs her beer in a series of convulsive swallows and grabs another, you can see the vein pulsing at her temple even in the flickering fire’s glow, just waiting for Mike to pause for breath so she can go off. You know what’s going to happen, what’s happened at every reunion since 2016, MAGAts vs Libtards, everyone buzzed and yelling, and then tomorrow everyone will wake up sore from sleeping on the ground, eat breakfast and play softball in the big open field behind the row of tents, and act like nothing happened.

Christ, you’re tired of it. You grab a beer from the cooler and wander out into the field that borders the campsite. You’ll all play softball tomorrow, even though you’re dogshit at it, pick a place in the outfield and hope nothing comes your way. But for now the darkness is inviting and wide, but you’re not alone in it. Two men hunker over their phones, red light reflected up into their faces.

“Fuckin Starlink train, there must’ve been a launch.” “How many of those thing’s’re they gonna put up there?” “Fuck if I know, They launch, what, like every three days? The newer ones are s’posed to be low albedo but I’ll believe it when I see it.” “Haven’t they been de-orbitin them lately?” “I hear shit, don’t know if it’s true or just more fucking disinfo-or” These two, and their muted conversation seem way more interesting that the impending argument back at the campsite, same miserable script recycled from 2016. “You guys stargazing?” “Jesus!” says Mullet, pressing a hand to his chest. “Watchu sneaking up on us for girlie?,” says Beanie, “Kerm’s got that, fuck is it? Generalized Anxiety Disorder and—“ You flinch back and Mullet flaps a dismissive hand at Beanie. “’S’okay, Scoots, I’m good. She just startled me, that’s all. And yeah, we’re lookin at the stars. Mostly.” “Mostly?” “You been livin under a rock or somethin?,” says Beanie, no wait, Scoots? Scooter, like the muppet? “She’s not from around here,” says Mullet, “She’s with that big family reunion that comes around third weekend in July.” He raises the binoculars to his face. “She sure sounds like she’s from around here,” “She is standing right here,” you say, “And she grew up two exits down route 17 from here. Keep coming back for some dumbass reason.” You convulsively swallow half of your rapidly warming beer. “Aw shit,” says Scoots, “Didn’t mean nothin—“ “It’s fine,” you say, “My aunt and uncle are going to scream at each other about politics and everyone is going to get mad, and I’m just fucking tired, you know?” “That’s rough, man,” says Kerm, “Families suck sometimes.” “Politics,” says Scoots, “Don’t matter who’s in charge. Me and Kerm’ve got bigger fish to fry. There’s a meeting about the sightings Sunday at the fire hall. We get some good footage we can report that shit to MUFON.“ “Wait? Sightings? Like aliens—“

“Hey!” Says Kerm, “Got somethin,” and he points up into the black, while Scoots fumbles his phone, narrow your eyes and see something twinkling against the deep velvet of the night sky, grab your phone out of your pocket, just in case, “What’m I lookin at?” “Gimme a sec—oh shit—weather sat—“ “Crap.” “S’okay man, the night is young, Kermit. We got all the time in the world,” says Scoots, presses a cold can of beer into your hand and tosses one to Kerm who catches it one handed, glaring up at the sky, “Kermit?” “He is my eye in the sky,” says Scoots,”He got them eagle eyes, man.” “Your name’s Kermit?” “No?” He rubs at the back of his neck, “Well, it’s uh, complicated-“ “It’s not complicated. This dude sang Rainbow Connection in the fifth grade talent show and he’s been Kermit ever since.” “Can you excuse us for a moment? I need to have a word with Scooter here. There’s plenty of beers in the cooler-“ “What, man? What?” “Come here, Scooter.” He slings an arm around his buddy’s shoulder, “We’ll just be a minute, won’t we?” Kermit hauls his friend a few paces away and silent laughter shakes your shoulders. This is way more fun than listening to your family split along party lines and start yelling over each other. Cold beer and bright stars and the whisper-shouts of your new pals somewhere off behind you. “Why’re you tellin on me like that?” “She’s cool with the fucking aliens, man, I don’t think the muppets are gonna be a deal breaker, dude-“ You stifle a laugh, and admire the broad sky above, the stars look like sugar spilled on velvet, faint glow of the Milky Way threaded through the background. I’m gonna go stargazing when I go back home, you think, I’ve missed this, you think, remember sneaking cigarettes at the end of the driveway of the house you grew up in and peering up into that big black night, home for Christmas break and the stars seemed to vibrate in the cold. Stars don’t twinkle when seen from space, know that from some sci-fi book, something about light lensing through the atmosphere. Crane your neck up and take it all in, but then you notice something, an absence of stars, poking up from the top of the hill across the way. “Still. How’d you like it if I told her why everyone calls you Scooter?” “Now that ain’t fair. We were in kindygarden--“

“Uh…guys? Is this normal?” “What?” “Where?” “Right there,” you say and point up into the dark, “See the notch where the powerlines run? Start there and look up! It looks like something in front of the stars, doesn’t it?” “Oh shit.” “Get the FLIR,” says Kermit, “Get your phone out, honey, we’ve got to document this—“ “What’s a FLIR?” “Shh,” says Scoots,”We live, Kerm?” “Yeah, just make sure you’re recording.” You’re not sure if Kermit is talking to you or Scoots or both so you pull out your phone and start recording, a symmetrical spike of darkness rising out of the trees like a star destroyer. “What the fuck—“ “My name is James Pedro Martinez, and we are recording this footage at 12:55 am local time at Rudy’s Camp and Mini-golf.” “Heck yeah we are,” says Scoots. “What the fuck IS that thing—“ “I’m here with Thomas ‘Scooter’ MacIntyre. He’s filming with the FLIR and, uh—“ You say your name without even thinking it, the darkness keeps rising, keeps spreading across the sky, and you start to feel the hairs on the back of neck and arms prickle up, sick pulse in your belly, low vibration just on the edge of your hearing, feel it in the soles of your feet, in your teeth— “We’re getting some pretty heavy infrasound- phone probably won’t pick it up but we’re definitely feeling the effects! How’s the FLIR—“ “White hot! Their material science must be off the fuckin chain man! Anything we make would be visibly glowing if it got this hot—“ “Look!” The the field is bathed in sizzling red light that reminds you of road flares, one light at each corner of the craft that blocks out the whole damn sky, and a fourth pulsing on and off in a slow throb-- “Oh shit! That’s the drive powerin up—“ and the hum in your ears, in your teeth, in your chest ramps up, your eyeballs seem to vibrate in their sockets, and then nothing. The black shape, the nauseating hum is gone like it never was. Nothing but shimmering stars and muted, if angry conversation from your family’s campsite. “Did you see that?” Scooter runs around you and Kerm in a delirious loop, “Did you SEE that? DID YOU FUCKIN SEE THAT???? WOOOOO!!!!” He does two and two thirds cartwheels and splats flat on his back in the grass like he means to make a snow angel. “I saw!,” you say, “I fuckin saw it! What the fucking fu-“ and then your legs give out from under you like they’ve been switched off, plant yourself with a soft oof of exhaled breath and Kermit is right there hunkered in the crabgrass with you, big warm hands gripping your shoulders, keeping you upright. “It’s okay,” he says, “I know it’s a lot. Being your first time and all.” You look up at Kermit’s earnest face picked out in starlight, his big, wide eyes, twitch of his mustache as he worries at his lip. You laugh. You can’t help yourself, laugh and feel tears slide out, hear the screamy edge to your voice— “Ah, shit, she’s hysterical-“ “She ain’t hysterical! That’s fuckin sexist, Scoots, we talked about this-“ “My bad, sister,” Scooter slaps a cold can into your hand, “Drink that up. And take some nice deep breaths through your nose. It’ll help. Infrasound’s messing with you is all.” You pop the can open and drink. Scooter plops down by Kermit, their faces pinched in the light of Kerm’s phone, his arm stays draped warm over your shoulders.

“Oh this is good, this is REAL good-“ “Good enough for MUFON?” “This is good enough to get us on Coast--“ “Shh!” “What-“ “They’re still arguing.” “Huh?” “Back there. By the fire. They’re still arguing. Listen.” Kermit giggles and then presses his hand over his mouth. —it’s transGENIC not transgender you stupid fuck! 300 year olds aren’t collecting social security, Elon’s 4-chan flying monkeys don’t understand COBOL—what the fuck is a COBOL? Exactly. “We just had a flyover from Spaceball One and they didn’t even fucking notice!” “Hail Scroob,” says Scooter, and those weird screamy laughs try to bubble up again and Kermit gives your shoulder a squeeze, “You where filming too, right?” “Oh, yeah,” you frown, “I think so? Shit, I don’t know. I felt that in my teeth!” You paw through the damp grass for you phone, “In my fucking fillings-oh here we are!” You wipe the dew and dirt on your pants and type in your password, fuck it up because your hands are shaking, shit! Fuck! I’ve only got two more tries and then- “Here,” says Kermit, holding out his hand, “What’s your password, honey?” “He aint gonna scam you,” says Scoots, “Kerm’s an upright dude.” Put your phone into his waiting hand and lean in close to tell him the numbers. “I got you. Here. Let’s see.” You open your camera roll and scroll down. Scooter leans over your shoulder so he can see. “There’s a lotta shake,” says Scooter. “No shit there’s a lot of shake! This might be fuckin Tuesday for you guys but this is my first close encounter of the third kind-“ “Second kind, technically-“ “Dang it, Scoots, I’m tryin to hear this. Can you run it back a little? Make sure your sound’s up?” You do as he asks and Scooter manages to stay quiet, the jitter of sick cherry red lights, mishmash of your voices— scooter macyntire filming with the FLIR- and your own voice in a stream of muted obscenities, what the fuck, what the FUCK, what the fuck IS THAT? “Sorry.” “No,” says Kermit, “This is great. This just backs us up! We could go viral!” “We could go viral,” says Scooter, “You need to get a hard copy though. Physical back up.” “Oh. Right. Would you be okay with that? Coming back to my campsite? I mean, not for anything like that, just for me downloading the footage. Not to say that I wouldn’t, you’re real pretty and all, but this is serious shit here.” “You’re making it weird Kerm,” says Scooter, packing up his FLIR camera and cooler, “I gotta go. Kayleigh’s singing with the choir tomorrow. If I’m late Barbara will tear me a splendid new asshole.” “Give K-Monster a hug for me, yeah?” “Sure thing brother. And don’t you worry. Kerm’s not gonna serial kill you or anything.”

“Jesus,” says Kermit, and you laugh, “I promise I’m not trying to make things weird.” As you draw closer to the lights from camp, fire glow and yellow lights on the cabins washing out the stars, you get your first real good look at him, those deep dark eyes so worried. “We just saw a fucking actual UFO and you’re worried about making things weird? I think that ship has sailed, or blasted off or something. ” He starts giggling, and you do too, can’t help it. His laugh is infectious and wheezing, eyes crunched into delighted crescents, and you end up leaning in to each other as walk, arm in arm like a couple of drunks stumbling home from a bar. “If this is the meet cute what’s the first date like?” “Something with less mosquitos for one,” says Kermit, and you laugh until tears squirt out of the corners of your eyes, but then the peals of laughter turn to choked sobs in your throat sounds an animal might make, sounds that have nothing to do with you at all, prickling metal taste in the back of your throat, low pulsing and somehow bright feeling in your gut, and Kermit takes your hands, folds them up in his and lightly squeezes. “Breathe, honey,” He presses your hands against his sternum, hammer of his heart transmitted through his faded Queensryche t-shirt and into your palms, “In through your nose and out through your mouth like Scoots said. Breathe with me.” You close your eyes and focus on the inhale and exhale, the thump of his heart, the rise and fall of his chest, “You’re havin a panic attack. It’ll pass. You got this.” You're not sure how long you stand in the bug-struck dark, his hands cupped over yours, matching your breath with his. Eventually that spike in your gut, that sensation of being about to fall fades enough that you can take a step back, draw your hands away and swipe at your leaking eyes. “Guess I’m the one who made it weird, huh,” “Nah, we just saw some crazy shit, that’s all,” says Kermit, “First time I ever saw the lights I went home and sat at my kitchen table and cried. I wasn’t even sad, really, it was just a lot, you know? Scared the heck out of my cat. Oh crap! You’re not allergic are you?” “No.”

“This is me,” he says, leads you to an old RV with a deck built up around the door, geraniums and petunias in terra cotta pots. “You stay here year round?” “Yeah, it ain’t much, but it’s mine. I help Gail and Rudy out with maintenance and such, man the camp store for em when it gets busy. They’re getting up there, you know?” “Yeah,��� you say, “Always thought Jay Jay would take over for them.” “Jay Jay left years ago,” says Kermit, “Comes home for Christmas and Easter and that’s it.” You think of all the third weekends in July spent here like clockwork, when the reunion was about seeing who could eat the most hot dogs and playing Marco Polo in the pool with the cousins, penny poker and hearts with your uncles, sticky koolaid faces and dirty knees and grubby hands and scary stories told in the tent while the adults stayed up late by the fire. Before everything got angry and broken. The idea that this place might disappear or become something else seems unfathomable. “Hey, you good?” Kerm’s holding the door open for you, “If you don’t want to come in it’s okay, I can just grab your phone for a minute—“ You shake your head. “It’s fine,” you say, “Just got lost in my own head for a second there.” “Happens to me all the time,” he says, “C’mon in.”

Kermit’s trailer is cozy and tidy and not what you expected from him at all, red and white checkered curtains hang above the windows, a beaded curtain divides what you assume to be the bedroom from the rest, the front bunk beds yanked out and replaced with a computer desk and hand-built bookshelves, loaded with battered sci-fi paperbacks, Larry Niven, Robert Heinlein, C.J. Cherryh. A small wooden rack of tiny souvenir spoons hangs by the door, the kind you find in truck stops and airports. “It’s gonna take a minute for this to boot up,” says Kerm, “There’s beers in the fridge if you want. I gotta get some more ram for this fuckin thing-“ Clicks the mouse fruitlessly while watching the loading screen. You go for the fridge and notice crayon drawings pinned by fruit shaped magnets, a school picture of a grinning girl with missing teeth and blond pigtails. “This your daughter?” “Nah, that’s Kayleigh,” he smiles, “Barb and Scoots’s little girl.” “Oh! K-Monster,” “Yeah, she’s smart as a whip! Gets that from her Mama.” His smile turns a bit devilish and you laugh, “I watch her couple times a month so Barb and Scoots can do date nights and stuff.” “You get to be the fun uncle,” “I do! Took her to see Inside Out last Saturday, they do a summer kids series at Crystal City. Bing-Bong, man, I wasn’t ready— Oh heck! We’re up! Here! Sit! I don’t want to go poking through your camera roll unsupervised.”

He stands and offers you his chair, reaches around you to click at the mouse and open a new window and you are suddenly very aware of him, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him, the fan of his breath ghosting the top of your head, low murmured christ this thing is slow, I really gotta- the small space the proximity and you feel like you should be nervous, in a strange man’s home, letting him access your phone, but you’re not, and then the thumbnails fill in like blinking open eyes, and suddenly there’s a prickly weight in your lap, a meow that sounds like it needs wd-40 and a pair of irritated green eyes, little tabby with a ruddy blaze. “Sorry,” says Kerm, “That’s Poppy. She’ll settle down and stop yelling if you pet her.” Poppy turns delirious stabby circles in your lap before settling down, purring like an idling semi. You absently scritch her ears while the cursor turns to a spinning pinwheel. “Found her eating expired hotdogs out of the dumpster behind the store. Gail’s allergic and I’m a sucker so-alright! Let’s take a look!” You and Kermit watch the weirdest two minutes of your life play out, your quavering voice and jittering bloody light like embers or cigarette ends, pulsing slow at first and then flickering and brightening -that’s the drive powerin up, and then everything whites out, a rustle and thump and Scooter’s muted voice Did you SEE THAT??? “Crap. I must’ve dropped it. Sorry.” “No, you did real good! You got our voices! We’ll be able to match up time stamps! This backs up me and Scoots! It’s even better that we don’t really know each other all that well! No one can say we staged it, you know?” Kermit wriggles like an excited child, smiling bright and huge, dimples sunk into his scruffy cheeks “This is so fucking cool!” He says. “Yeah, it really is, we saw a fucking spaceship! Like a real one! Like some Battlestar Galactica shit!” “Heck yeah we did!” His face falls, “I hated that last season though. It just felt kinda tacked on.” He rummages around and plugs a thumb drive into the front of the PC tower, “I’m gonna give you a hard copy. Your video and mine.” “You could just send me the video—“ “Uh-uh. Scoots’d’be real mad. I’d never hear the end of it. You gonna be in town for a minute? I’d like to give you a hard copy of the FLIR footage, but Kayleigh’s got that concert so we probably won’t be able to get together until the afternoon—“ “I’ve got to go home after the softball game,” you say, “I’ve got to get some rest before work.” “That’s a bummer,” says Kermit, presses the thumb drive into your palm, “Scooter’s talking about setting up a Discord, you know for other folks around here who’ve seen the lights. We can keep in touch that way. If you’re good with that. I put my number in your contacts, but you can delete it if you want. I’m not sure how comfortable you are with this whole thing? I mean, if you just wanna go home and forget all about it, I understand.” He hands you your phone and you open it. “Kermit” James Martinez. You send him a smile emoji and hear his phone ding.

“I’d like you to send me that discord link, James. I’d like to know if anything else happens with this?” “Really?” “Really,” You frown, noting the time, it’s nearly 3am and you’ve got to participate in the family softball game without being too hungover or else the teatotaling relatives will judge you, and then seven hours of boring interstate ahead of you, “I should head back. They’re probably drunk enough to be past yelling at each other by now. Everyone gets worked up and then after enough beers they decide that everything’s fine actually. Sorry, my family’s weird.” You shoo Poppy off your lap, now thoroughly coated in cat hair. “I know how that goes,” he says, “I think sometimes you gotta find your own family. Like me and Scoots and K-monster and Barb are family even though we’re not related at all.” He opens the door for you and you stand on his deck, soft glow of the Christmas lights that hang off the RV’s awning. “Hey, I’m not trying to tell you what to do, but you need to be nice to yourself for the next couple days.” His big hands enfold yours, “Don’t make any big life changes, you know? First time we saw the lights, Scoots went on a bender and almost trashed his marriage. Its weird but it’s not worth wrecking your life over, you know?” Your first impulse is to laugh, not much of a life to wreck but he seems so worried, those soft brown eyes fixed on yours, pads of his thumbs brushing over your knuckles, your second impulse is to burst into tears, and some of this must come through on your face because suddenly you are enfolded, tucked into the join of Kermit’s neck and shoulder, arm banded tight around your upper body, broad palm cupping the back of your head--

"Hey no no no you’re okay, you’re okay, baby, you’re okay, it’s a lot, I know."

He smells a bit like sunscreen and a bit like Deep Woods Off and a bit like beer and sweat, but he’s warm and solid and here and you feel tears leaking out of your eyes, and you know this is some visceral reaction to everything that’s happened, you know it’s just your body rejecting the field lit up in red and the stars blacked out, and that horrible sound that built and built and vibrated in your bones but knowing doesn’t stop the tears. Or the snot.

"You’re okay. you’ve got his, okay? Breathe with me. Just like before. You’ve got this." "I got snot on your shirt." "It’s okay, he says, snot washes off. This shirt’s seen better days anyway. Can you so something for me?” He steps back and holds you at arms length, hands on your shoulders. You wipe your eyes on the sleeve of your hoodie. “Do what?” “Can you text me when you get back to your house? So I know you made it there safe? I know you got a big trip and you’ve just had a real big shock and you don’t ever need to talk to me again if you don’t want to-“ And maybe it’s that big shock having its say when you lean in and kiss his scruffy cheek, “Oh,” he says, and presses his hand there, “Oh gosh.” “I’ll text you when I get home.” “Yeah,”he says, “Yeah that would be great.”

[hungermakesmonsters]

Congrats on 500; I have a request it’s for Take Me by the Hand; reader goes into labor and has baby? If possible make as smutty as possible? Please and Thank you! (submitted by @xxxsweetcarolinexxx )

Okay so with this one it kind of struck me that maybe towards the end Billy would be a little bit wary of being intimate with reader because he's usually very... uh enthusiastic and he'd probably be worried about it being a bit much, sort of playing into his insecurities that he he wants too much/has poor impulse control. But then I also got thinking about reader and how she'd take it. And... well, this is the result... thanks for the request, hope you like it!

Can't Stop Wanting

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Fic Universe : Catch Me if You Can/Take Me By The Hand

Story Rating : R 

Warnings : [This is 18+ only, minors DNI] Smutty behaviour & going in labour mentions (it's not graphic but there's mentions of water breaking)

He was watching TV.

At least, he was watching TV as much as Billy ever really watched TV — which is to say that his eyes seemed focused on the TV but his mind was somewhere else entirely.

You could tell he was tired, and you knew you had to bear some if not most of the blame for that. The last nine months had been difficult in so many ways that you'd never expected and pregnancy had not been easy. He'd struggled just as much as you had but, all the while, he'd managed to keep smiling and keep you feeling safe and loved.

But, over the last couple of weeks as you'd approached your due date, it felt like something had changed.

You hadn't fucked in ten days. It was the longest you'd gone without him since you'd married.

Some part of you understood why — it was awkward and Billy was worried that his usual enthusiasm might be too much for you in your current state — but that didn't stop your sleep deprived and hormonal mind from twisting it all.

You'd been uncomfortable about your appearance for years. Even now, after almost two years of Billy helping you see that your scars didn't define you, there was a part of you that was terrified that he'd look at you one day and decide you weren't attractive anymore.

You needed to know that he still loved you, that he still wanted you

Billy stirred from his thoughts as you reached for him, brazenly running your hand up his thigh, over the grey joggers he'd taken to wearing when you were lounging around the house together. He watched your hand trail higher, before coming to a stop at his crotch, finding the bulge of his cock and taking hold of it through his joggers.

He let out a soft exhale and and you felt his cock twitch. You watched as his head dropped back against the sofa as you hand moved, teasing him over the fabric. But you were feeling greedy and eager, and you wanted more.

You reached into his joggers and slipped your hand beneath his boxers to take hold of him, your fingers wrapping around his cock with a practised ease. Just as Billy knew every single way to drive you wild, you could say the same for him. You started to stroke at a slow but steady pace, building up the anticipation, knowing how he got when you toyed with him.

"Fuck, sweetheart. That feels so — so fucking good," he groaned, and you knew you had him exact where you wanted him.

You moved suddenly — at least, as suddenly as you could given your size and the way your back seemed to constantly ache — slipping off the sofa and onto the floor in front of him.

Despite your hand still on his cock, your change in position was enough to break the moment.

"Hey, wait — what are you doing?" He asked sitting up and reaching for you, as if he meant to pull you back up off the floor.

You swatted at his hands, pushing him away before reaching for his waistband with your free hand.

"I'm giving my husband a blowjob," you said, though you tone was about as far from seductive and sexy as you could get. "And then you're gonna take me to bed and fuck my brains out."

"You don't have to —"

"I want to. I want things to be how they were."

"What do you mean how they were?" He asked, confused.

"When you still found me attractive."

Billy flinched as if you'd just slapped him in the face and you couldn't tell if he was confused or angry. He reached for you again, framing your face in his hands and urging you head up a fraction to make sure you were looking him in the eye.

"Hey, don't you dare say that. I've never been more attracted to you," he told you firmly. "I love you and there's nothing that could ever stop me from loving you."

"Then why don't you want me anymore?" You demanded — a strange thing to ask while his cock was practically throbbing in your hand.

"I do want you, sweetheart," he said, his voice remaining firm and adamant. "I just—"

"Then let me suck your cock, Billy," you interrupted, practically pouting as you started to stroke him again. "I know you want it. I can feel how much you want it."

His expression softened and you could tell he was trying to think of a gentle way of letting you down — he probably thought that this little outburst was your hormones talking and not you (and he was probably right).

"Okay, sweetheart, if you're sure this is what you want to do," he relented with a smile. "And, if you want me to fuck you when you're done, then I'm more than happy to."

You found yourself smiling, a little amused at how easy he was to convince. Though, really, you knew that there was nothing Billy would deny you.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to resist a blowjob," you joked as you tugged his joggers and boxers down, and settled yourself a little better between his knees.

"I can't resist you, sweetheart."

You shot him another smile before bowing your head and parting your lips. You listened intently for that sharp intake of breath that you always managed to pull form him the moment your lips closed around him.

Ever since the first time you'd done this, in that dingy little parking lot behind the restaurant he'd taken you to on your first date, you'd loved how in control it made you feel. Normally Billy was the one in control, the one who liked to set the pace, but this was a surefire way to turn him to putty in your hands.

You started to bob your head, pressing your tongue against the underside of his cock as you took him deeper into your mouth.

Billy groaned and swore in ecstasy. You knew your husband well enough to know he hadn't cum since the last time you'd had sex, and that just made you want to please him even more.

"Fuck, sweetheart," he moaned for you, "I can't wait to fuck your brains out."

You felt his fingers in your hair, exerting the slightest pressure, silently begging you for more. And you were going to give it, you were going to make this the best blowjob of his life so he never dared to even consider going for ten days without fucking you again.

Moaning around him as you sucked in your cheeks, you looked up at him, your thighs clenching at the sight of his slack jaw and dark eyes. You stared right back, silently demanding that he cum for you.

The first stab of pain was easily ignored — you were getting far too used to strange aches and pains — but the second was a little harder to write off as nothing.

You pulled back, his cock slipping from you lips as you hissed in pain.

"What's wrong?" Billy asked, voice filling with panic and worry.

"Nothing, I'm fine," you lied.

You started to lower your head again, wanting to continue. But pain tore through you again and, suddenly, you felt a wetness soak through your joggers.

"Fuck," you gasped, almost doubling over. "Billy, I think my water just broke."

"What? You're kidding?" He said. You could tell from his face that he knew you weren't kidding. "Fuck, okay, just — fuck, stay there, I'll go get the bag."

He, very reluctantly, got up and tucked himself back into his joggers and ran out of the sitting room. You heard him racing up the stairs to the bedroom where you'd pre-packed a bag, ready for whenever you needed it.

It took him less than two minutes until he was back by your side helping you to your feet.

You weren't sure when you'd started to cry, but there were tears rolling down your cheeks as Billy led you out to the car.

"It's okay," he said softly. "Everything is going to be okay."

"Promise?" You asked, trying to wipe away your tears as he started the engine.

"I promise."

And it was. Thirteen hours later, you had a beautiful baby girl.

[annispillowfort]

Crushed Like a Bug in the Ground

(Inspired by "Let Down" by Radiohead)

I. Tires and Second Chances

(Transport, motorways and tramlines— Starting and then stopping—)

He started in the gutter, grease on his hands, hunger in his ribs, ripping the hubcaps off fate’s car like it was something he could steal and keep.

Then— a shadow loomed, a gloved hand reached down, and for a moment, Jason thought— maybe I can be more than this.

Maybe the world had room for a stray like him.

Maybe he wouldn’t end up like his father.

Maybe he could be— wanted.

(Picking up bottles, spilling out wishes—)

And God, did he want.

⸻

II. Robin, Not a Replacement

(One day, I am gonna grow wings—)

He flew.

Gold cape catching wind, laughter breaking through radio static, chasing after a name that was never really his.

"You’re not him," the butler said, kind but distant. "You’re not ready," the others warned.

"You’re not good enough," the city sneered, and deep down, Jason knew— Bruce still saw another kid when he looked at him.

But Jason didn't care. He bled for Gotham anyway. He bled for the Bat anyway.

(A chemical reaction—hysterical and useless—)

Until it bled him dry.

⸻

III. Crowbars and Silence

(Let down and hanging around—)

The first hit landed. Then another. And another.

Then— he stopped counting.

Blood in his mouth, lungs flooding with rot, bones splitting open like cracks in a sidewalk.

"Tell the big man I said hi," the clown sneered, smiling like this was a joke, like Jason wasn’t dying on a warehouse floor, waiting, waiting, waiting—

(Crushed like a bug in the ground—)

But the door never opened. The footsteps never came.

And then—

fire.

⸻

IV. Waking Up Wrong

(Don't get sentimental— It always ends up drivel.)

He came back.

And it was wrong.

Something stitched together with Lazarus hands, stitched with anger and hunger, stitched with why didn’t you save me?

Bruce had buried him. Dick had grieved him. The world had moved on without him.

And Jason? Jason was still sixteen, still burning, still breaking, still hearing the crack of a crowbar every time he closed his eyes.

(Let down and hanging around— Crushed like a bug in the ground—)

The grave had spit him out, but it hadn’t let him go.

⸻

V. Red, Not Gold

(You know where you are with— Floor collapsing, floating—)

He put on the mask.

If the Bat wouldn’t kill, then he would. If the world wouldn’t save the broken, then he’d burn it down.

But sometimes, on rooftops, when the night is too quiet, he swears he still hears his own laugh carried in the wind—

"You’re not him."

No, he never was. But God, he wanted to be.

(Let down and hanging around—)

The record keeps skipping. The song never stops. The warehouse never stops burning.

And Jason?

Jason is still waiting for the door to open.

(Crushed like a bug in the ground.)

i don't even have words for this. this is the first time i actually incorporated lyrics like that into my poetry. and i fully blame these godforsaken editors on tiktok that regularly make me fucking bawl my eyes out. this... warcrime i just wrote was inspired by a tiktok edit about jason, so don't blame me!! blame these evil editors that bust out these edits laced with despair and agony!! please don't doxx me, my loves.

[licityvibes]

Will I Ever See You Again? CHAPTER 3: Bad Decisions

Author: orshii

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x reader

Warning: cursing, violence

Word count: 4,1 k

Summary: You were left alone with your brother, Yunho, and his best friend Hongjoong, after your parents' death. Yunho had someone to grieve with, but you? You had no one as your brother and his best friend pushed you away, singing becoming your only savior. There was one rule that Yunho made inside his friend group: “Don’t touch my sister”. And for this reason, Hongjoong had always kept his distance. But one night, you find yourself in danger. And from then on, Hongjoong does not leave your side. He is suddenly overprotective of you, and your relationship shifts and becomes fraught with tension and unspoken feelings, with secrets lurking beneath the surface and a painful past haunting you. Will you find out the secrets your brother and best friend have been keeping away from you? Will you be able to finally free yourself from your cruel past?

Will you fall in love amidst the chaos around you?

A/N: Uhh...sorry it took me so long to update but I have to write my thesis as well and I hate it...I just want to write anything except that pls:'(...so things are slowly unfolding in this chapter, and they are getting closer a little hehet. I am not 100% satisfied with this chapter but it is what it is. I hope you like it tho. Enjoy reading! :') <3 p.s: I'll try to update sooner, but I can't promise...also listen to this song, as it is included in this chapter. tyy, byee.

Taglist: @bvidzsoo @vixensss @deltamoon666 @scarfac3 @chatsgotmytongue

@xiang-zalea @cookiesandcreammy <3 (taglist is still open)

  I was at Mist, sitting in one of the chairs opposite the stage, I was listening as another band was playing, Yeosang was sitting next to me, and we were waiting for our turn. I really tried not to look to my right side as the girl from yesterday night, was clinging to Hongjoong, they were sitting on a sofa pulled next to the wall. I side glanced at them at the same time when Hongjoong leaned close to the girl, grabbed her chin, and kissed her slowly. Suddenly he opened his eyes, just to look at me with fiery eyes, which made my heart rate speed as he still kissed the girl. That poor girl did not know, he wasn't into her. I just locked my eyes with his, not leaving it for even a second, as he imagined me in the place of the poor girl.

I thought of our kiss the other day and to be honest I don't really remember. I have only some little flashbacks in my mind, as he was looking at me, fighting with his thoughts, and kissing me. I don't know, what came into my mind that night, I can blame it on the pills and the alcohol, but if I'm honest I just wanted to play with him. I like to break the rules, and I like to break people, my intention was only to break him because I knew he wanted me, he just couldn't and I made him do it. I don't care if it makes him feel bad, I was long gone in caring about other's feelings. I didn't care about my feelings then why would I do that with others?

Darkness hugged me again as I stepped on the stage. This is the state where I step into another world, leaving behind my problems. When I'm in the dark before the lights turn on, I feel like I'm me, I'm myself for minutes, letting my emotions break free and when the lights turn on, I just give my soul to the music.

I leaned close to the microphone to start singing my feelings out.

♪ There's a war inside my head

Sometimes I wish that I was dead, I'm broken ♪

At first, only Jongho followed me with the drums, sounding like thunder. Then Yeosang joined us, leaving little sparkles behind with his guitar like a fairy.

♪ I'm tired of trying to be normal

I'm always overthinking

I'm driving myself crazy

So, what if I'm fucking crazy ♪

The beat started to slowly quicken as San followed the loud drums giving power to the songs as I sang my soul out, leaning forward to let my voice out.

♪ Just 'cause you say I'm crazy

So, what if I'm fucking crazy

I'm gonna show you ♪

I sang as my eyes met with Hongjoong's, the girl next to him hugging him, then leaning to his ear and she whispered something to him. But Hongjoong looked only at me the whole time, our eyes attracted each other like two black magnets. He was holding a can of beer in his hands and glared into my eyes like he was obsessed with me like he wanted to watch me for eternity.

♪ Loco, maniac, sick bitch, psychopath

I'm gonna show you

Yeah, I'm gonna show you crazy ♪

I sang as Hongjoong’s words echoed in my mind from the night he kissed me.

‘You are crazy’

Loud clapping woke me up, stepping back into real life, as the four of us stood in one line to bow for the crowd. I think this was one of our best performances. I loved it, felt like I was finally alive, and felt like some life crawled through my veins after a while.

As we finished our performance, we gathered together to celebrate. However, our moment of triumph was interrupted when strangers began to approach our table, offering congratulations. We were so surprised by the sudden attention we got. A tall guy came to me and congratulated me as we cheered our glasses together, and when I drank the sweet whiskey, my eyes met again with a familiar one, he stared at me as I couldn't read his face, the girl still clinging to his side.

I lifted my glass towards him into the air, lifting my eyebrow cheering my glass in the air, then I drank the remaining alcohol from my glass, as he watched my whole scene, his eyes sending me red warnings towards me as to stop it. I don't know what cruel game are we playing, but this suddenly seemed like who's gonna be more jealous.

≫The lights were never showing your face

Darkness took over you as fate≪

It's Friday finally, and we were done with classes as we walked home with Yeosang until we said our goodbyes and parted ways. I searched my headphones from my backpack and I let the music flow through my body, feeling every inch of the melody.

The sun beamed down warmly, a welcome contrast to the cold winter that had gripped the town. Spring crawled slowly through the world, bringing life into our little town with some beautiful flowers, the wind blowing away the remaining cold and slowly the sun warmed up the ground giving hope to the plants. Spring is always the time when I think it brings hope to the people's hearts as well. A hope for a better life, a hope that gives you the power to keep going, the feeling of hope, to never give up.

Lost in my thoughts, I navigated the familiar alleyways on my way home, accompanied by the music echoing in my mind. Suddenly all I felt was that I was being pushed against a wall a strong hand on my throat and all I saw was a man in front of me shouting at me, I couldn't hear him as my headphones were still on. My breathing started to quicken I didn't know what was happening. The guy, who still squeezed my neck as I slowly wasn't able to breathe, grabbed my headphones as he realized I didn't hear him.

"Fucking shit are you listening to me?!" The man said angrily, his voice low as he suddenly released my throat. He was wearing a black mask I only saw his dark eyes; he seemed young.

"What the fuck do you want?" I suddenly got some courage to speak as my voice was a bit raspy from the neck grabbing.

"I need you to deliver a message to your brother and his little friend." He stepped close to me pushing me against the brick wall.

I remained silent as he continued. "Tell Yunho that we know who he is, we know whose son he is, so stop doing whatever he is planning to do. Or next time we won't be nice, this is his last chance." My heart started to beat so fast; I was afraid it might jump out of my chest. What did he mean by 'I know whose son he is'? Why the hell did he mention my father? Who died three years ago, not knowing how. Why the hell did he bring him up?

"What do you know about my father?" I demanded; my voice tight with urgency.

"Ohh." He laughed. "He died as a hero, sacrificing himself for you and your brother." The guy smirked in front of me while talking about my father. "Didn't you know it? Your brother kept it from you, didn’t he? Keeping you in a cage to not find the truth." He slowly caressed my checks. I felt disgusted as he touched me. I couldn't control myself anymore, there were too many emotions swimming through my mind, and I just lost control over myself.

"Fuck you!" Adrenaline boiled through my veins as I suddenly spat on his face and punched him with all my strength. He suddenly held his right cheekbone where I hit him, his eyes filling with anger as he pushed me against the wall and suddenly slapped my right cheek. I felt as blood streamed down on my face, just like sad tears.

The guy was surprised by his actions as he stepped back.

"I don't want to do it again so, please tell Yunho." He told me this like he regretted hitting me and just ran away.

I was just standing against the brick wall, slowly slipping to the ground, staring at the opposite wall. Emotion drained from me, leaving a hollow emptiness in its wake. Tears escaped from my eyes, which I didn't even realize, mixing with my blood slowly drying on my face. I just couldn't believe what this guy said.

Did Yunho really know how our father died? Why did he keep it a secret?

Why won't he tell me anything?

So many questions, yet no answers to be found.

Suddenly I felt pressure from my throat as I started coughing, leaning to my right side as my lunch came back, landing on the ground. This brought me back a little into real life as I realized I should go home.

Lost in thought, I resolved not to involve Yunho. With determination, I made my way home, he wouldn't tell me the truth anyway, so I needed to find answers myself. I arrived home and I quickly showered, washing away that fucker's touch from me, the dirt from his hands.

I planned to search for some evidence, for anything which is going tell me something about all of this shit. I stepped into Yunho's room; I knew he wouldn't be home until late at night. I looked around in agony, not knowing where I should search. I thought it was good to start with his laptop, I sat on his bed and opened his laptop, there wasn't a PIN code, he is such a basic human. I searched through his files and opened a few, but there wasn't anything. Just when I saw a suspicious folder, I heard the bell ringing, it was angry, and someone pushed it continuously.

"Shit." I closed the laptop quickly and ran down; on my way, I grabbed a cap and organized my hair so the wound on my cheek wouldn't be seen. Whoever was it I didn't want them to think Yunho may hurt me.

"Coming!" I shouted to whoever was in front of the door, to stop ringing that bell, my head hurt enough already.

I opened the front door and saw a furious Hongjoong standing there, not waiting for me to fully open it, he stepped inside pushing me aside.

"Where's Yunho?" He asked walking around furiously.

"He is working, he'll be home only at midnight," I said looking at Hongjoong as I tried to understand what was happening.

"Fuck." He said running his fingers through his hair and mixing the two colors of his hair.

"What happened, Joong?" I started to feel worried a bit.

He suddenly stopped, and that's when I saw his face. Which was all black and blue, some fresh cuts on his lips, on his eyebrows, the blood long dried. On his cheekbone, there was a slight cut, that seemed to be made with a sharp knife. I gasped at him as I pressed my palm to my mouth.

"Just don't ask, please." He said as he saw my expression.

Fuck this isn't good. "At least let me treat your wounds, please." I looked at him concerned.

He just nodded, so I took his hands carefully to lead him into the kitchen. He sat on the stool next to the kitchen counter, so he was now a little shorter than me. I searched for the first aid kit and when I found it, I stepped between his spread thighs, he then locked me with his thighs pulling me closer to him. I looked down at him concerned when I gave his wounds a closer look, my cap still hiding my eyes.

I pulled out a sanitizer and cotton from the box so I could treat him. Silence took over us as I was pouring some liquid on the cotton and slowly, I reached it into the wound on his right cheekbone, just where mine was. He hissed a bit from the contact, but his eyes never left my face, as he analyzed my behavior. I didn't dare to look into his eyes, I kept my focus on his wounds instead, moving the cotton to his soft lips, which were wounded now, he parted his lips so I had more access to them. When I was done with his lips, I moved forward to his left side, as I felt his hands carefully squeezing my waist. That was when I looked at his hands and his knuckles were bruised as well, from the defending. He tried to look into my eyes, leaning down so he could see my eyes, as I reached the cotton to his red knuckles that screamed, he did not let himself fall for even a second. I hid behind my cap, as I felt his sharp glare.

"Why are you hiding?" He got suspicious and reached his hands towards my cap. "Don't hide your beautiful eyes, sugar." I grabbed his wrist, preventing him from taking off my cap.

He just looked at me, slowly figuring out something was off. I had no time to react when he quickly pulled off my cap, revealing my face, which really wasn't a big deal. But he made it like it.

He just stared at me, with round eyes, looking at the little red wound on my cheek.

"What the fuck happened, Y/N?" He stood up, I saw his body suddenly start to tremble, his blood was boiling.

"It's nothing, really, Joong please, just calm down," I said slowly feeling terrified seeing this Hongjoong.

He stepped closer to me until my back hit the fridge. Cold ran through my back, spreading through my whole body. He held my jaw carefully, tracing his thumb over the little red wound.

"Who did this to you?" He asked in a low tone; I never heard him like this before. Suddenly I felt like I was in front of the Devil.

"Did I ask who did that to you?" I pointed at his wounds.

"That doesn't fucking matter, Y/N!" He shouted suddenly. "Who was it tell me! I'm going to kill them." He hit the fridge next to my head. I squeezed my eyes shut from the sudden impact, starting to breathe heavily. I wasn't scared, I was terrified seeing him like this. But I knew his anger didn't tend towards me. He was pissed because someone hurt me.

"Hongjoong, you are scaring me, please calm down." I looked at him as tears started to appear in my eyes.

He looked at me, surprised, then stepped back from me, leaving me with a cold feeling. "Shit" He rubbed his palms into his face, trying to calm down. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening to me." His eyes were full of regret. “When something happens to you, I can’t control myself, Y/N!”

I sighed, feeling the weight of the encounter. “It was a man,” I confessed, unable to meet his gaze. “I didn't see his face, but he had a message for you, " I said looking down at my hands, I tried to remember what he exactly said. "He said something about that plan, to tell Yunho to stop it because they know who he is and shit like these…and…he said something about my dad Joong, they know how he died, do you understand?" I was so confused I didn't even know what was I saying as I started to tear up.

"Fuck, they don't know shit, don't believe them, sugar." He stepped closer to me, to peck my red wound on my cheek. "I think those who attacked me were from the same gang." This was the first time he said some information to me. "Let's wait for Yunho and we'll figure it out." He said caressing my cheek slowly.

≫When your dark side leaves

I'm falling for you deeper≪

I nodded. "Let's drink something." I suddenly offered, trying to break this tense atmosphere. 

Hongjoong frowned at me. "Really?" I saw a little smile appeared on his lips.

"Yeah, I think we can use some, nah?" I turned around to grab two wine glasses.

"I guess." He said watching me as if I might disappear at any moment.

Pouring out the red wine, its hue resembling blood, I made my way to the living room with the bottle in hand. Hongjoong followed me and sat down on the other side of the couch. I looked at him, after sipping the red liquid from my glass.

I tilted my head looking at him curious. "Do you ever smile? I never saw you smiling?"

Well—that was a lie, but I never saw him smiling because of me.

He suddenly chuckled at my question. Oh My God, and that was the sweetest melody I ever heard. He hid his lips behind his palm. "Yes, it happens, sometimes."

His face grew serious as he drank from his glass, downing it in one go before pouring another. I did the same as he poured into my glass too. He turned towards me and laid his head on the back of the couch.

"Do you know you have beautiful eyes?" My heart started to race all of a sudden. "It's mysterious like a dark forest." He looked at me with sincerity. I think the alcohol already hit him. It was funny seeing him like this.

"Oh, so you are a Shakespeare now?" I said teasing him. Downing the wine from my glass to reach for the bottle to pour another, he did the same as I poured for him as well.

"I was a Shakespeare all my life." He said as he closed his eyes and smiled. His sudden smile caught me off guard. Was this the same Kim Hongjoong who had been shouting at me just moments ago? "I write music since…I don't know a long time ago."

I was surprised at that. "Really?" I asked as my face showed how surprised I was.

"Yea" He stared at his hands. "I wrote some for bigger companies."

"Wow, I didn't know," I said respectively. "That's really a big achievement."

He lifted his head to look at me. "Thank you."

"Recently…I don't know, I kind of write something in my mind, but I never wrote it down, and… it may sound weird but I hear a melody as well, which I never heard before. I never tried writing something before." I tried to explain to him my weird thoughts.

"It's not weird at all, I had times when I wrote a whole song like that, but as soon as my brain extended it, I wrote it down quickly. You should do that too." He sipped from his glass.

"Hmm, okay I will. I would be glad if I could write a song, it seems fun." I said to him honestly, staring right next to him into a blank point.

"It is, but it has the bad sides too. The process of music-making is tiring. You have to listen to it a thousand times and change a lot of things so that in the end, it is going to be perfect. But it's worth it, I can promise that." I never heard him talk this much; it was strange. I liked this side of him. He looked so soft and nice, with his black hoodie, the sleeves, and the hood close to the color of beige, the hood now on his head, and black sweatpants hugging his legs tugged up on the couch. I felt like I wanted to hug him, which was strange.

"Mhhm, I'll try doing something," I said laying my head on the couch's back, turning towards him. I slowly started to feel the effects of the alcohol, my body was lighter.

"Since when do you sing?" He did the same as me looking at me curiously.

My heart started to beat fast at that question. I looked down on my hands. "Hmm, since I was seven…maybe." Unwanted tears started to appear in my eyes as I blinked them away.

"Your voice is so beautiful; I get chills all the time you are on the stage." He complimented me. I lifted my head and smiled at him. "Why do you sing?” He asked while his eyes never left me.

It was always hard for me to talk about this. "My mother discovered I can sing, so she was the one pushing me in this way. I fell in love with everything that's music, and since my mother died…" I stayed quiet for a second, trying to be able to talk. "After she died, it was my only escape," I said, my fingers toying with the glass, my breaths shallow and uneven.

It was a long time ago since she took her own life, I was only 12 back then, but how could I forget her beautiful smile, as she looked at me proudly every time I sang? Every time I stepped on the stage, I saw her beautiful face smiling at me and saying 'You've got this'.

Abruptly, Hongjoong's presence pulled me from my reverie. "She would be proud of you." He smiled at me sweetly, reaching his hand to my cheek, and caressing it.

I stared at him as if I didn't recognize him. "Thank you."

We stared at each other for a moment. "Does Yunho's rule affect you?" I suddenly broke the silence. He took his hands away from my face, sudden change went through him, as I mentioned Yunho's name. It really did affect him. He turned on the couch leaning against the back, staring at the blank TV.

"So, it does." I acknowledged as I drank the remaining wine from my glass and I stood to put the glass down. As I turned towards him, he lifted his head, his gaze piercing into mine.

 As if he knew what I was planning. I walked towards him and slowly straddled him staring into his eyes the whole time. I left my hand on his shoulders as he did not move at all.

"Why are you doing this?" He was struggling I could see it in his eyes.

"Because I know you hold yourself back, for a reason of a stupid rule, my brother made," I said leaning closer to his face. "You can't hold back for too long, Joong." I whispered on his now bruised lips. A surge of anger coursed through me at the sight of his injuries, a protective instinct rising within.

I saw as his eyes got softer, he slowly reached his right hand towards my lips and brushed it with the softest touch I ever felt. He stared at my lips desperately.

"What do you want, Hongjoong?" I grabbed his wrist to stop him.

"I want to kiss you." He whispered a little dazed from the alcohol.

I reached my hands to his face to cup his face into my hands. "Then do it," I whispered into his lips as they almost touched his, it felt like a bad decision, but I couldn’t think about that when that's all I had to say, and he grabbed my waist to pull me closer to him, his lips finding mine finally, and I felt complete again.

≫You complete me like black the white

I complete you like fire the water≪

I didn’t even realize back then how it felt to kiss him, because I'm sure it hasn’t felt like this. Our lips moved together like it was destined together, slowly, passionately. His kiss conveyed a desperate longing as if he never wanted to part from me. I felt his bruised lips against mine, as his tongue went through my parted lips, inviting mine for a dance. His hands slowly found their way under my shirt, running his fingers through the line of my spine, I arched my back from his touch. It never felt so good, his touch was like a sin I could commit anytime. I reached my hand to his nape, and slowly teasingly ran my fingers through his hair, mixing the colors, as his lips escaped a moan, that sounded like the melody that was playing in my head rent-free.

All of a sudden, I heard two car doors slamming. I departed from Hongjoong immediately as he heard the sound as well, looking towards the front door with round eyes.

"Yunho is with his motorbike, right?" He asked looking back at me.

I nodded.

 "Fuck they followed me," Hongjoong said as he stood up quickly his hands still holding my lower back. We heard two loud bangs on the door.

"I know you are there, open up or we will break the door." A low voice shouted from the front door, and I started to panic.

<Next part>

[yeetus-feetus]

batfam shenanigans

Tim: *minding his own business

Jason: *kicks open bedroom door*

Tim: *stares*

Jason: *stares back*

Tim: what do you wan- ?

Jason: *sticks middle finger up and leaves with the door left wide open*

Tim: *sighs*

-

Tim: get out of my room!

Damian: I'm not in you're room!

Tim: yes you are!

Damian: no I'm not!

Tim: you're toes are crossing the carpet line!

Damian: no they're not!

Tim: yes they are! go away!

-

Dick: nice work kid!

Damian: I am not a child.

Dick: sure bud *gives him a noogie*

Damian: argh get off!!

Dick: *laughs as he resists being pushed away*

-

Damian: *opens Duke's door*

Duke: *glares*

Damian: Alfred called *walks in and starts touching things*

Duke: oh yeah, what'd he say? *Glares harder*

Damian: *shrugs* not sure, you'll have to ask Grayson

Duke: then why are you in here?? *Removes something from Damian's hands and puts it back in place*

Damian: *picks something else up* well, it sounded important so-

Duke: *eye twitching* get out

Damian: why would I do that?

Duke: now.

Damian: *huffs* fine, whatever. *Leaves the door open*

Duke, to himself frustratedly: he's lucky I'm above fratricide istg

-

Cass: who took my brush!?

Steph: not me

Tim: not me

Cass: it was someone!

Jason: it was probably Dick

Dick: *gasps* was not! I don't even live here!

Cass: *glares*

Cass: if I find out who took it before someone owns up, they are dead.

-

Stephanie: Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Di-

Dick: omg what!??

Stephanie: will you drive me to my apartment?

Dick: no.

Stephanie: what why not!?

Dick: I'm done being the taxi driver

Stephanie: but you're the oldest that's literally your job

Dick: I said no

Stephanie:

Stephanie: Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Di-

Dick: ffs fine!! Just shut up!

-

jason, over text: pick me up a batburger

Dick: no

Jason: pick me up a batburger, please.

Dick: still no

Jason: I know it's on your way, you're gonna drive past anyways!

Dick: I'm not the delivery boy!

Jason: Just do it!

Dick: no!

Jason: fuck you!

Dick: fuck you too!

*20 minutes later*

Dick: open your door

Jason: why?

Dick: I have batburger

Jason: oh fuck yeah!

-

Tim: where's the remote!

Damian: you had it last!

Tim: no I didn't Stephanie did!

Stephanie: hey don't blame me!

Tim: stand up

Stephanie: what- I'm not sitting on it!

Tim: stand up!

Stephanie: fine! *Stands up* see, I told you!

Tim: *glares at Jason*

Jason: don't look at me you little shit I don't have it!

Tim: prove it!

Jason: I'm not standing up again I just got comfy!

Tim: I don't care! Stand up!

Dick, walking into the room: hey are you guys looking for this? *Holds up remote*

Damian: see it wasn't us!

*all start fighting over who removed the remote from the loungeroom*

Dick: *sighs tiredly*

-

Damian: who ate my vegan burger!

Jason: oh that was vegan? Hm no wonder it tasted different

Damian: you ate my burger!!?

Jason: calm down I was too injured last night to make anything, just grabbed the first okay thing outta the fridge

Damian: I should kill you! I was looking forward to eating that! I had my name on it!

Jason: *shrugs* sorry?

Damian: you better be, you owe me a new burger!

Jason: hey I don't owe you shit

Damian: yes you do! You are my burger! You owe me a new one! Right now!

Jason: no way!

Damian: FATHERRRRR! Todd ate my vegan burger I was saving for lunch!

Bruce, sighing exasperatedly: did you put your name on it?

Damian: yes I did! And he won't buy me a new one!

Bruce, looking at Jason with tired eyes: Jason buy your brother a new burger

Jason: fuck off! I'm not doing shit!

Bruce: *pinches the bridge of his nose and questions all of his life decisions*

-

*Jason and Dick roughhousing when they were younger*

Dick: *accidentally smacks Jason's head into the wall* oh shit-

Jason: *starts sobbing and crying*

Dick: fuck, wait- I didn't mean it I didn't mean it you're okay stop crying! Shh I'll make it better, stop crying!

Jason: *cries even harder* Bruce! Bru- !

Dick: *covers his mouth* no! Shush! Shh! Don't call Bruce, he'll kill me! Shut up!

-

Duke: who drank out of my mug!?

Tim: oh that was your mug?

Duke: yes. It was!

Tim: pretty sure Cass used it

Cass: *gasp* was not me!

Duke: well somebody used it and I ain't happy!

Damian: it was me, I used it for my water colours

Duke: you what!?

-

BRUUUCCEEE!

No! Shh! Shush! I'll fix it I'll fix it, don't tell B!

Okay I'm too tired to keep going, sorry it's almost 4am. Please feel free to add on to this with other sibling interactions!

[yangbbokari]

Back To Me

Pairing: Kim!Seungmin x F!Reader

Genre/AU/Tropes: Angst, non-idol!au, lovers to exes

Warnings: breakup, language, regrets(if that counts idk), implied cheating, daddy issues

WC: 2.5k

Summary: Things with Seungmin just didn’t seem to ever look up and when you confront him about it, he lashes out

A.N: !NOT PROOF READ!Feedback is greatly appreciated*★,°*:.☆(￣▽￣)/$:*.°★* 。also, I’ve been obsessed with “Back To Me” by The Rose since it came out and this ff idea has been weighing heavily on my mind. I am not implying that said idol(s) behave anywhere near what is mentioned in this ff. Inspo from 

Song rec: ‘Back To Me’ by The Rose

You can still remember those sweet moments with Seungmin. You ran along the seashore as he snapped pictures with his camera you gifted him on his birthday. He took you on a short trip to the park and took pictures of you with your hair blowing in the wind. The both of you laid beside each other, getting lost in the other’s eyes.

But you can’t remember when it all started. What caused that sudden change in your relationship? Was it you? Was it him? You would never know…

You didn’t sense it. It all kind of just… happened. Slowly, Seungmin started to grow distant from you. You wish you knew why. I mean, you could’ve just asked him what’s wrong right? Well, the answer is no. How do you ask someone who’s never home and doesn’t reply to your texts? On days he would actually come home, he wouldn’t talk to you. When he did, all he would do was lash out at you for things that weren’t even your fault.

You tried to support him, you really did. You always kept your calm and told yourself it was just because of his stress stemming from work. But it wasn’t long before it broke you down. Nipping at even your smallest insecurities. So on one of the days when he came home, you just said it all to him.

As soon as you heard the door open, so did your mouth. “Come eat dinner. It’s gonna get co- I’m not hungry”, he cut you off. You got up from your seat at the table and forced him to sit down. He sighed heavily. “What do you want, Y/n. You're driving me crazy. I have enough shit from work and now you're being so demanding.” You scoff. You don’t know where it came from but a fire set ablaze in your eyes and all you felt was irritation.

I can make you mad, I can make you scream

“I’m the one driving you crazy!? I’ve just been looking after you and trying to help you through this stress. But suddenly I’m the problem? You know what? I’m tired of this. You can’t just blame me for shit I didn’t even know of. I’m trying to be a good girlfriend and for what? For you just to come home and berate me when you feel like it?” You were breathing heavily by now and the anger consumed you. “Well, you’re not the one working are you? You’re not the one earning money. You’re not the one putting food on the table. You’re not th- But I’m the one trying to make this relationship survive!!!”, you cut him off because you couldn't bear to hear those words come from his mouth. He knew how much they hurt you. 

Your dad said the exact same words before leaving you on your own with your sick and dying mother. When your mother died, it left you in shambles. You were barely 12 then and so your aunt adopted you. And she treated you like her own. She was the only family you had left until you met Seungmin. But now it feels like she was and still is the only family you have left.

Seungmin huffed before taking a bite of food. But, he immediately spit back out along with his venomous words. “What the fuck is this!? It’s salty as hell! And you wonder why I’m not eating this shit.” Before you could even process his words, you heard the front door shut. You were all alone now. Again.

I can make you cry

After taking a shower you had no strength to do anything else. It wasn’t exactly a physical problem. You were just mentally and emotionally exhausted. You laid down in bed and curled yourself in a tight ball, with the blankets covering you. You felt vulnerable and weak. Like you couldn’t do anything to save your once perfect relationship with Seungmin. Suddenly your face began to feel wet. You were crying. But now, you were beyond the point of just crying. You were sobbing uncontrollably. 

Did he fall out of love with you? Or was he just playing you all along? Did he find someone already and he was waiting for a perfect chance to break up? Why did he change? Was it because of you? Or was this his true self and you were too blinded by love to realize it? What happened to that sweet smile that was always hidden behind the camera? What happened to his velvety laughs that would echo through the night? What went wrong..?

You ended up crying yourself to sleep but when you woke up, you found that you had a cold. It must’ve been from the crying last night. You felt your head pounding from all sides. You quickly went to the kitchen and took some painkillers. If Seungmin was here right now, he would be the one taking care of you. Does he even want to be here?

“No. Stop thinking about him, Y/n. He’s the reason you’re like this.”, you thought out loud. You hated the thought of even contacting him in the state you were in, but you needed someone there while you were sick.

Calling all day but I never pick up, instead of pulling my weight always pushin’ my luck

So you called him.

No answer.

Called him again…

No answer.

The cycle went on a couple more times before you sent a voice message. 

“Hey, Baby. I’m sorry for what happened last night. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that and I understand that you’re also busy and stressed. But can you please come home? I just really need you here right now.”

It has now been several days and your fever isn't getting any better. You spend most of your time in bed but force yourself to take medicine and find something to eat. Left with no choice, you called your friend.

Yuna came over in no time, making sure that you weren’t hurt. But she could clearly see how much you were burning up and the immediate help you needed. She nursed you over the weekend until you were okay. When she asked about Seungmin and found out what happened, she tried her best to convince you to leave him. She always knew that he would do no good for you. But you wouldn’t listen. You refused to. It was only a fight between the two of you. He'd come back to you. Right?

You gave me all that I could take, yeah I take it all for granted. Head up in the clouds, yeah I'll never understand it

Seungmin didn't even return until a full three months later. When he arrived, he wouldn't even look at you. Even though he laid beside you to sleep at night, there was nothing but a wall between you two. It was suffocating you. But it clearly wasn't having the same effect on Seungmin. He would giggle in the middle of the night at some tiktoks he was watching, not minding that he'd wake you up.

It was all so frustrating but you just couldn't find it in you to leave him. Well... that's what you thought at first.

Love no longer remained and if there was any, it was fully one-sided. You were sick of this. The constant mental torture was doing you no good and it slowly killed you. It didn't feel as if you were even a couple. You felt like a caretaker. That's not what you bargained for when you started this relationship.

You tried everything in the books to get him to open up to you. Only to learn, that he was just getting tired of you. You no longer interested him. Or so he said,

"Meh. I've just been bored and trying to find a better entertainment source."

You were so fed up with his, if not irritated, nonchalant attitude. When would he realize that he was hurting you. This internal rage was constantly being built up and you just couldn't handle it anymore.

So you opted for the only choice left. To leave him.

I can make you leave. I can make you hate me for everything.

You packed your clothes and belongings into every box and suitcase you could afford and sent it off to your aunt's. You had already told her of the plan and she agreed. Now all that was left was for him to return home. Time ticked by and the anticipation was killing you. Your knee bounced furiously. You were chewing on your thumb nail until you heard the click of the front door. An exhausted Seungmin stepped through.

"Hey, Seungie. Can we talk?"

He groaned as he walked past you. "Let's talk tomorrow. I'm too tired."

"No. We need to talk like now. It's really important. Please?"

Seungmin rolled his eyes before walking back over to you. "What's so important that you're disturbing my rest?"

You nervously fiddled with your hands. It was more nerve-wracking than you thought. You mustered up the last of your courage you had left and looked him in the eye.

"Let's break up."

"What?"

"Let's go our own seperate ways and break up."

"Okay." He waved you off as he headed to the bedroom to sleep.

Shocked wasn't exactly how you'd describe yourself. To be honest, you kind of expected this. They way he brushed things off so easily wasn't new to you. So you didn't even cry. You just grabbed what you had left and made your way to your aunt's house.

As soon as she embraced you, that's when you let your tears fall. It hurt all too much. Everything that Seungmin had been doing to you for the past two years were spilled out in the hour long conversation shared between you and your aunt. Your hatred only continued to grow for Seungmin and soon, all that was left was hatred for him.

Seungmin didn't even notice that you never came to bed. In fact, everything you previously said flew over his head from his exhaustion. It wasn't until he had awoken that he realized you were nowhere in sight. At first he assumed that you may have went to cook breakfast or collect grocceries. But then he remembered what happened last night. He covered his mouth and his eyes began to water.

He began remembering the horrible things he's been saying to you. He didn't mean any of it. Most of the time it wasn't even directed towards you. It was just pure exhaustion. He only tried to come off as happy so he wouldn't upset you. But that only seemed to make it worse.

What he chose to do though, was give you time. He knew he wasn't the exact person you wanted to talk to at the moment. He shook his head at himself. You'd be back in a week hopefully. That's what he thought up until he felt like the house was a little too empty. SO he checked every nook and cranny. None of your belongings remained. No toothbrush, no clothes, no books, no devices, no personal items. Not even your scent lingered.

God, what had he done?

Calling all day, trynna make things right

Seungmin quickly grabbed his phone and called you. His fingers ran through his hair as the call never made it through time and time again. Now he was extremely worried. What if something happened to you?

So he called your closest friend, Yuna. She picked up rather quickly.

"The hell do you want, assface?" She said almost immediately.

Seungmin swallowed hard before asking her, "Do you know where y/n is? I haven't been able to reach her. Do you know if she's okay?"

"Shouldn't you be able to know the whereabouts of your own girlfriend?"

"Look I really don't know and I'm worried. Something went on last night and she's not home. Now my calls aren't getting through and I don't know what to think."

"Well to me, it looks like she finally took my advice. Have a horrible day, bitch." And with that, Yuna hung up.

"FUCK!!" Seungmin cursed loudly as he flung his phone across the room. Had you really left him? Was he that horrible of a person? He chuckled. Who was he kidding? Of course he was that horrible. The amount of pain he must've inflicted on you. His heart clenched.

He began crying as that was all there was to do left.

It's been a couple of months and both of you were trying to move on. Was it easy? No. At least you both tried though. But fate seemed to have other plans.

Just to fuck it all up when I see you tonight. Since you told me hit the road, I've been runnin' on empty, If anything I know it's how to ruin a happy ending

It was a Friday night and Seungmin chose to spend it at a local bar. Guess that bar must've been a little too local. Because there you were, standing just 20 feet away from him. Seungmin could feel his heartbeat accelerate. He so desperately wanted to run and hug you. It felt like hell without you.

You were no longer there to remind him that he was loved. You were no longer there wishing him good nights and good mornings. You were no longer there to cook him his everyday meals. You were no longer there to give him a goodbye kiss.

But you were here, with another man. Seungmin knew he had no right but he couldn’t help but feel jealous. You told him that you’d always be his so why was it different now? Truth was, he knew the answer. Anger and jealousy blinded him though.

He stomped the whole way over there and yanked you by the wrist. “Who’s this!?” He asked angrily. “What the fuck, Seungmin! Why the hell are you here!?” Seungmin didn’t even hear you as he suddenly flung his fist into the dude’s face.

You grabbed Seungmin by the collar and pulled him towards you, landing a hard smack on his face. “Stop, you fucking asshole.”

He immediately snapped out of it. Seungmin looked at you apologetically but it was already too late. He could see it in your eyes. The disgust, hat and annoyance. How could he do that to you?

”Wait, y/n…”

And he couldn’t even salvage it. So he left. That’s all he could do. He knew you wouldn’t take him back. When he thought about it, he wouldn’t take himself back either. So he began drinking. Drinking all the pain away.

But I can’t make you come back to me

He’d lost you completely and there was nothing he could do. He wanted to scream at you that you couldn’t leave him. But he knew he was in the wrong. On your wedding day he watched as you posted the photos. You and some other dude instead of you and him.

He couldn’t find the strength in him to go to the actual event. He’d lose control if he did. He wanted to tell you,

“I’m sorry.”

But what good would that do. If he truly wanted you to be happy, he’d leave you alone, and that’s what he did. He watched you from afar. He still cried from time to time. He was happy for you. But he had to admit,

“But, I still wan’t you.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a.n: this has been on pause for 3 months now😭 and idk if ya caught on to the 2nd song at the end but yeah. Anyways, hope ya enjoyed bc this has been a long awaited fix. Sry to anyone who was waiting. Have a great day/night!!! Love y’all!!🫶💕💗

[crimsonxcloverr]

This might be different than what you usually write but maybe a one shot of y/n telling Dale you’re pregnant?

70s!dale x preg!reader

NO WARNING! SFW! reader and dale get into a little argument + cussing, but nothing crazy!!

word count- 723

a/n- i love this idea so much :’)) i definitely wish this was longer, but this is something i wanna write about again!! if you guys are interested, just send a request in my inbox!! and i chose 70s dale just to be logical! i know men can have kids in their late fifties, but for some reason people think dale’s sterile.

BABY KOBBLE

you watch as dale fluffs his curls, your heart pounding and your nerves sky rocketing. ruth had gotten you a pregnancy test a few weeks ago and you were at the point where you had a bump, but you blamed it on bloating. it was only a matter of time until dale started questioning you.

“when will you be home?” you ask softly as you stand there in your nightgown, dale looking at you through his vanity mirror.

“not sure, angel baby. you keep asking me this and i keep giving you the same answer.”

“and i need you home more often.”

“you don’t need anything from me for fuck’s sake,” he mumbles under his breath. “i’m really tired of this being a constant conversation with you, y/n. this is what i do for a living.”

“and i’m tired of staying up until one in the morning waiting for you to come home,” you snap as dale grabs his jacket and heads upstairs. “i miss you.”

“jesus christ, you act like im a shitty fucking boyfriend or something,” dale scoffs as he opens the door and heads outside. “what the fuck are you doing?” he looks back as you follow him, barefoot and no coat in the middle of january.

“i’m trying to fucking talk to you, asshole!”

“and i’m trying to get to my gig before you make me fucking late!”

there was a moment of silence as you watch him walk to the car shed. you walk towards him and shiver, your feet killing you.

dale looks at you as he opens the car door, shaking his head at how ridiculous and stubborn you are. “go inside,” his tone stern and authoritative. “you’re gonna get sick.”

he starts to get in and before he closes the door fully, you finally get the confidence to tell him.

“i’m pregnant.”

you stand there waiting for a response, for something, but it’s just silent aside from his car idling.

“did you hear me, daley? i’m pregnant.”

tears are running down your cheeks and the sound of your voice cracking breaks dale’s heart. he stares off into the distance and feels like his entire life just crumbled to his feet. he wasn’t ready for kids and never wanted to be a father in the first place. he knew his glamrock days were over anyways, but the thought of bringing a child into this world while doing such heinous things made his guts turn in disgust.

“yeah. i heard.”

you stand there freezing and he gets out of the car and walks towards you. you knew how he felt about babies and not wanting any, and the guilt was eating at you. he wraps his jacket around you and picks you up, putting you on the hood of the caprice as you sob.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry,” you sob repeatedly, his hands cupping your face.

“shh, stop, stop, stop. you’re gonna throw up everywhere, you goofball. relax for two damn seconds.”

he squeezes you in a tight hug and looks up at the night sky, tears blurring his vision at the thought of being a father. he sighs and pulls away, getting a good look at your face.

“i’m gonna be a daddy, huh?” he chuckles wiping your tears. “my sweet little angel. it’s gonna be okay, we’ll figure this out. now let’s go inside before you freeze out here.”

“what about your gig?” you ask sniffling as he guides you inside and downstairs, his hand on your lower back.

“don’t even worry about it.”

he takes his jacket from you and hangs it up before sitting down in his chair. he sighs and places both hands on your little bump.

“so, this isn’t period bloat? you little liar,” he chuckles rubbing your tummy, your fingers running through his hair. “god you’re freezing.” he takes your hands in his and tries to warm you up.

“i didn’t know how else to tell you, i was worried.”

dale lifts your nightgown and places gentle kisses on your skin, rubbing your tummy again and talking to the baby.

“tell mommy to stop stressing and we’ll figure it out,” he whispers to the baby while making fun of you.

“shut up, kobble,” you giggle, dale chuckling with you as he gets up and gives you a giant smooch.

[lizzyscribbles]

Okay but can we talk about the amount of electrolytes (sodium specifically) that Bakugo must need to consume to exist??

Weird thing to fixate on, I know, blame my degree, but think about this: His quirk relies on his ability to sweat, which means the more he sweats the more he can use it. The main thing you lose when you sweat is water and sodium, the longer you sweat, the more those leave your body, that's common sense. Sodium helps you retain water and maintain the fluid balance inside and outside your body, which is why you see it hanging out with water so much and why it's such an important electrolyte that gets lost easily. Yes, technically, you also lose magnesium and potassium, but you lose less of those in sweat than sodium.

Most people don't actually need to supplement electrolytes, even those who exercise regularly, (this is excluding those with illnesses, just considering the average person here), you can get what you need from plain water. Even some athletes don't necessarily need to, it tends to depend heavily on how long you exercise, which is why you see people who do ultramarathons or ironmans downing them. There's ways to test whether or not you actually need them, but suffice it to say, more often than not, just drinking normal water is perfectly fine.

But Bakugo?? There's no way that boy doesn't burn through sodium like it's a fucking competition.

See, the key to whether or not electrolyte supplementation is needed is often found in how long you exercise for, as well as the environmental conditions. Say, if you're exercising outside in the spring for like, thirty minutes to an hours, just water is going to be all you need. Contrast that with a hero course student who likely exercises excessively, multiple times a day, every day, and has a quirk that relies on sweat. That is a recipe for ✨disaster✨ and you know what I don't see on his, or LITERALLY ANY OTHER HERO'S, costume??

A WATER BOTTLE.

I don't care if it ruins the aesthetic you're going for, dude, get a freaking water bottle and some little electrolyte packets before you pass out. How have any of these kids not thought of having some form of water on them while hero-ing?? Like y'all gonna be out on patrol for HOURS without any source of hydration? What a great way to die!

Honestly though, how many times do you think Bakugo just keeled over as a kid? Like dehydration can be a sneaky little shit, and with a quirk like that I'm sure they became besties.

Honestly, I wonder if he does actually carry electrolyte drinks and packets around with him because of that. Like, Izuku had to drag his ass back home too many times while they were out playing as kids and he got tired of it so he spent forever researching different electrolyte brands and sleuthing out which had the best water to sodium to sugar ratio (because you do want some sugar in your electrolyte drinks, the sodium uses it as a quick transport to get where it needs to go) for optimal rehydration. And now he's like, hyperaware of the symptoms and anytime his classmates look even a tiny bit like they might be dehydrated he just storms up and starts throwing electrolytes at their face like:

"DRINK YOUR WATER YOU IDIOTS, DO YOU WANT SURVIVE THE FUCKING LEAGUE OF VILLAINS JUST TO DIE OF DEHYDRATION?? THAT'S FUCKING PATHETIC. SIT DOWN AND DRINK THAT BEFORE YOU PASS OUT, DUMBASS."

All while violently shaking a water bottle with the electrolyte powder to shove down their throat.

Aggressive love, yk? At least he's trying.

[ochrearia]

Ochre's Certified List of Yourself Headcanons (Brainrot)

I luv this guy. I love him I love he OAUGH here's the shit banging around in my brain about him because it will just start leaking out of my ears if I don't Talk About Him

-First and foremost this guy is still a BF and no matter how mysterious and cut off he wants to act that will not change. He's still a dumbass, acting mainly on wisdom from going through traumatic experiences. He's just got a lot of walls up and cans of worms to get through if he's gonna get anywhere back to being how like a BF normally is

-"Fallen" angel. His wings WERE ripped out (by himself) and it's about as painful and traumatic as you think. So yeah he has a nasty trauma response about the scarred nubs on his back where his wings used to be. Doesn't really like people touching his upper back for that reason. Doesn't want to talk about being an angel either. Lying by omission

-Despite believing he's "Fallen" when he's technically not, very confused and a bit panicked over the fact he still has his Guardian Angel instincts. Those instincts being getting insanely possessive over whoever he's supposed to be guarding.

-He's attached to his other selves. Herself knew his instincts were still there and 'tricked' him into attaching to them all because she didn't want him to do anything irrational. And, yknow, because she believes that he deserves to be loved

-Currently trying to fight the instinct possessiveness and absolutely fucking failing to the amusement of everyone around him. He's no stranger to being clingy but now it's gone ballistic

-Because he's technically still an angel, angels tend to always run cold. So he's cold all the time even if he turns the heat up in his apartment. Weighted blanket helps somewhat. What really helps is other people's body heat, Herself being a demon meant she always ran hot and he misses that so much. Misses her just in general.

-Also because of Herself being so warm all the time it became a way for her to quickly placate him for any reason. He likes being warm. Misses his girlfriend but the sentiment is still the same. Let him be warm and he's melting

-He's aware Herself's spirit is in his microphone and you can realistically argue she's not fully "dead" but he still feels responsible for her death. Still feels like he deserved getting his wings torn off. How she died I haven't decided on but he blames himself for everything. He always takes the blame onto himself even if it doesn't make any sense to do so

-He's depressed. Like let's make this entirely clear he very much is. Traumatized and struggling to want to even stay alive, and I know what that's like because of my own experiences. Scary how sometimes you can act like everything is fine and normal but still be so ill mentally. Able to smile and laugh and get a moment or two of actually enjoying life but still being so sad (At least he's getting to have more of those moments or two with the other hims around, compared to being alone.)

-He seeks out other versions of himself to help them instead. He doesn't believe he deserves to be helped and even though he's so tired of feeling so terrible he can't get past that hurdle. So the next best thing is helping himself, but like, not HIM himself. Distracts him from the hell that is his life, and he finds out quickly he enjoys doing this

-Later along the line YS has a realization that the idea of seeking out other selves to help them might've been an underlying failsafe of his species. There was no real reason for him to do it. Geez, why does he still have all of these Guardian Angel instincts if he's supposed to be a "Fallen" angel?

-YS has RSD on steroids. He hates the second guessing he always has to do when it comes to his residual magic, because do the others actually care or is it just his magic influencing their minds to MAKE them care? False reasoning. He doesn't want to be liked for invalid reasons. He wants to be cared about because he deserves it, and a lot of the time he really doesn't think he even does. But he wants to be cared about like anyone else would. Rejection/Jokes about invalid reasons for being liked makes him upset

-I tend to skirt around it a lot but his world's Pico is just, not around. YS doesn't know if he's dead or alive, and he doubts that he'd want to reach out to him if he was. They were best friends and at a point YS did, love him, like that, but it never got anywhere. Doesn't think it was a reciprocated feeling anyways (Oh, but it might have been...) but it's far too late now anyway. Maybe he misses him

-Okay now onto the sillier things

-BOY HE SURE DOES GIVE REALLY GOOD HUGS DOESN'T HE. Maybe it is a little bit of the magic but never underestimate the addictive power of a hug from a man who hugs like he's never been given affection before and needs it desperately

-YS has every disease and by disease I mean he is touch starved and emotionally constipated and wants affection so bad but doesn't know how to ask for it. BFs are loverboys why would he be any different

-He tries to act all mysterious and shit and pretend like he's this legendary force of nature and that he knows everything. Nuh uh

-Also. Here we go again with Ochre sees a character that is a hardass or tough, decides that they need to be horrendously ticklish to balance that shit out. It's funny I swear it is. Tries to hide it but keeps getting found out and it's so over for him. I doubt they would let him know peace (Biff definitely hasn't)

-Related, let this man laugh more. Please. His laugh would definitely be rough with disuse and airy, like he doesn't remember how to laugh to begin with and that's illegal he needs to learn again... Prone to snorts because I said my other BFs would also snort if they laugh too hard and SIMILARITIES

-Love/Hate relationship with his ability to shapeshift. He will genuinely just lose control of it entirely if he gets too upset, or too flustered/embarrassed. And by lose control I mean he shrinks. Small man. Stupid idiot. The other BFs need to make a list of how to get him embarrassed because they find tiny YS hilarious

-He calls the other BFs "little" but if he's shrunk and any of them start calling him "little" he's dying. Absolutely ruined. Small YS is just the other BFs' stuffed aminal they can hug to their chest and he does jackshit to fight it

-He secretly really likes music box/lullaby songs. Like a tranquilizer dart to his brain. The other BFs find this out and oooooh, it's so easy for them to get him to fall asleep now

-Horrendous soda addict. Dude probably has empty cans he keeps forgetting to clean up just around his room. Insists he's gonna clean them or do something with them someday and just doesn't and no one can convince him to break this habit

-Hides his smile with a hand a lot of the time. If it's not a smirk or an amused tease of a smile, then it's too genuine and embarrassing for him to let people see in his head.

-It's actually really easy for the other BFs to make him wildly happy and he would rather die than admit that out loud but they can Tell. He's bad at hiding the glee from his face

-He really is a Silly Billy if he gets past all his trauma. He's a BF after all. He can be fun if he feels like he deserves to have fun. Getting hard for him to not be mischievous around the other BFs

-Hey did I say this guy is touch starved to hell? Chronic cuddler. He was already kind of cuddly with Herself before she died and it was cute how clingy he was. Still is. Just scared to let people see it.... Doesn't stop him from being one regardless

-Said he likes music box/lullaby type songs because it calms him down, singing/humming a song in that same vein is his go-to for when he doesn't know what to say and he wants to help someone feel better

-Oh please, please if you are a BF and he reached out to you, please call him your big brother, oh he loves that it makes him so happy and he deserves to be happy please call him that and mean it

-Sleep talker. Well more like sleep mumbler but same thing. He doesn't sleep all that well because of his depression and sometimes he's more-so "almost asleep" than actually asleep and he mumbles about random shit

-Loves the sound of wind. Also loves the feeling of wind, reminds him of pre-wingless times and as much as it's cold it's still a comfort. Reminds him to take a deep breath and slow down, go brainless, just live

-Wanna know an easy way to make YS get happy tears? Look him seriously in the eye and tell him you're proud of him. Can't handle it in a /vpos way

-YS loves astronomically hard. He just does. In any context or type of love he loves HARD. He will get wrapped around anyone's finger and let it happen

-Particularly fond of pineapple for some reason. He hasn't taken very good care of himself after Herself died and it's visible with how thin he is. The other BFs try to get him to eat more. He's asked what he likes and the only thing they got out of him was pineapple. Okay fruity ass

-Has a custom made hoodie given to him as a gift from the RGBFverse BFs. He's practically always wearing it now, it's soft and helps with how cold he always is and it's a gift. Means that his brothers love him. He wants to keep that sentiment with him, keeps him going (He will never say that out loud)

-Scared of lightning. Most BFs kind of seem to be scared of thunder, or both at the same time, YS is specifically scared of lightning. Doesn't care about the thunder after. Before his wings were gone, he once got lost in a lightning storm. Almost got struck, and because there was so much lightning it was hard for him to see where he was even flying, being constantly blinded by the flashes. So yeah, he does NOT like it.

-Still gets periods of phantom pain in the points of his wing scars. Pisses him off because why is there pain there's literally nothing there anymore. Always refuses to ask for comfort when this happens because he's stupid, stubborn, and doesn't want his brothers knowing about it

-Swears he doesn't need Cyber's gift of the Warmies plushie. Has been caught several times squeezing that thing to death after having put it in the microwave. Doesn't even care about the lavender scent he just wants the Warm

-Oh what's that? Bash is older than him, so realistically Bash should be the Big Brother here? Absolutely not YS will INSIST Bash is a little brother because he does not trust himself to not crumble to pieces if there was someone in an eldest position above him that would take care of him. Bash still does anyways

-Immune to getting sick. Not immune to experiencing hell on earth migraines. So he usually ends up helping take care of the morons when they get sick since he wouldn't catch what they have. And then he slinks off pitifully into a corner with the lights off when a migraine hits.

I might add more if I think of more and I definitely will but I'm stopping Here because I will never get free from this post if I keep going rn LOVE HIM

[coquitokisses]

Trusting Again | chapter 002: the bombing

Word count: 1557

a/n: im gonna try to not put too much dialogues from the movies, yes, there will be some, but I'll try to not put too much.. it's tiring lol

series masterlist • previous chapter • next chapter

📍London

After we went to Peggy's funeral, Steve wanted to walk Sharon back to the hotel so Sam and I are currently in the lobby waiting for him.

"What do we think about Sharon?" Sam asked "And Steve."

"She's okay." I shrugged "If he likes her, then good for him."

"Thought you two were friends."

I let out a breathy chuckle. "I'm not friends with everyone who worked at SHIELD, Sam." I rolled my eyes

"You talked about her like you guys were friends."

"I mean, we've talked and we've obviously worked together, kinda, but I don't think friends describe our relationship."

"You hate her?"

"No, I just.. I haven't spent that much time with her to say if I like her or not."

"You're a rare breed, Cat," he rolled his eyes "you don't got any friends."

"That's not true." I looked at him "I got you."

"We're friends?" he raised an eyebrow

"Oh go to hell" I rolled my eyes and he started laughing

Yes, we are friends. We've been friends since we met, literally. But he's a pain in the ass sometimes. And I'm sure he says the same thing about me.

I looked up at the tv that was in the lobby and saw that they were talking about a bombing that happened in Vienna at the UN. And they had a video of the suspect and when I saw who it was, my jaw literally dropped on the floor.

"Look." I nudged Sam and pointed at the tv

"Holy shit." He muttered "Come on."

We got up from our seats and walked over to Steve who was talking with Sharon at the elevators.

"Steve." I called him and they both turned around

"There's something you gotta see." Sam said

In that moment Sharon received a call and after she answered it, she told us to go up to her room. Once we were there, Steve immediately turned on the tv so we could see the news.

"More than 70 people have been injured, at least 12 are dead including Wakanda's King T'Chaka. Officials have released a video of a suspect who they have identified as James Buchanan Barnes, the Winter Soldier, the infamous HYDRA agent..."

As they put on the video which clearly showed Bucky's face, I saw over at Steve and saw how he took a deep breath and how his body tensed.

"How the fuck..?" Sam said in a low voice since Sharon was on the phone

"That's impossible." I whispered

"What do you mean? They have a photo of him as evidence, Cat."

"Who cares about the photo, this doesn't make any sense." I sighed as I kept watching the news "There's just.. there's no way."

I really couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"I have to go to work." Sharon said

(...)

📍Vienna

So we flew to Vienna and we're currently in a little coffee shop. Steve is kinda freaking out with this whole Bucky thing, I don't blame him, I would be too if I didn't know where he has been all this time.

But I do know.

So I know he didn't do it. He wasn't even in Vienna.

"Try this." Sam gave me a piece of his dessert

"No, thanks." I shook my head

"Just try it."

"Oh my god." I rolled my eyes grabbing the fork and I ate what was on it

"Is good, right?" He looked at me waiting for my response

"It is." I replied with my mouth full and I gave him back the fork

I'm still kinda processing this whole thing. It just doesn't make sense that Bucky did it, last time I checked he wasn't even in Vienna. I gotta admit, it has been kinda hard to keep track of him, but thank god for my trainers.

A few minutes later, Steve came into the shop and sat with us after talking with Natasha.

"She tell you to stay out of it?" I asked him, he only sighed

"She might have a point, you know?" Sam said

"He'd do it for me." Steve replied

"1945 maybe." Sam responded "I'm just tryna make sure we consider all our options, the people who shoot at you usually end up shooting at us too."

"He's not lying tho." I shrugged and Steve looked at us before we saw Sharon coming in

"Tips have been pouring in since the footage went public." she said in a low voice as she stood besides Steve "Everybody thinks the Winter Soldier goes to their gym, most of it's noise, except for this." she discreetly handed a folder to Steve "My boss expects a briefing pretty much now so that's all the head start you're gonna get."

"Thank you." Steve said

"You're gonna have to hurry, we have orders to shoot on sight." she said before walking away again

"Still thinking she's just okay?" Sam looked at me

"Yes." I nodded

"She literally just handed Steve information on Bucky."

"She likes him." I rolled my eyes

"How do you know? Thought y'all weren't friends."

"I don't need to be her friend to notice that, you idiot, it's clear you're a guy."

"Someone clearly doesn't like Sharon." He rolled his eyes

"I never said that!" I said "You sound like such a kiss ass!"

"I am not!" He defended himself "I'm literally on Steve's side! As long as she gives us information, we're good." he shrugged

"You're an ass." I shook my head chuckling

"Both of you better keep it down or shut up, we're in public." Steve told us "We have to go."

"Go? Again?" I looked at him “Go where?”

"Romania." He replied grabbing the folder

“Oh my god, we keep getting further and further away.” I ran my hands over my face “I miss New York.”

"Come on, we have to go." He told us

"But I haven't finished my little dessert." Sam looked at him

"Ask for a to-go plate, dude." I stood up from my chair

"Damn it, man." he clicked his tongue

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📍Bucharest

While Steve and Sam went to the location that Sharon gave us, I stayed in the car, I'm not tryna get killed, again. Besides, this one's on Cap, I'm only here for moral support (hopefully). And I'm listening to the radio in case they say any news. While also reading a magazine.

And in case they're about to die.

"Can you hear me?" Sam asked through the earpiece

"Yes, this is the third time you ask." I told him

"Don't move." Steve said "We might need you."

"I know" I rolled my eyes as I passed the page on my magazine "Please be careful, both of you."

"Always." Steve replied

And I just sat there, listening to the radio, reading the freaking magazine and waiting for the guys to tell me if I needed to speed down the fucking road.

Minutes passed. And I haven't heard them say anything in a while which made me worry a little but I decided to just stay chill and don't freak out. They will call if they need help.

And speaking of the devil..

"You need to come now!" Sam yelled making me jump a little

"Where are you?" I asked him throwing the magazine on the back seat

"We're on the same tunnel we took to come here!" he said "Ah, shit!" he groaned "Hurry up, dude!"

"I'm on my way."

I put the car on drive and pressed on that pedal very hard. I was at the tunnel in no time, but it wasn't that far away either.

"Holy. Shit." my mouth dropped when I saw the amount of police cars that were there

And I'm assuming they're following the guys, of course.

"Are you here?" Sam asked

"Yes, but there are too many cops, I can't see you guys." I told him as I sped up trying to pass the cops

This is fucking insane, we're getting arrested for sure.

"There are too many cops! It's literally impossible to go through!" I told him

"I have this guy onto me, dude, hurry up!" Sam said

"I literally can't!"

"Hit them or shoot them, I don't know! Fucking do something!" He yelled

"Fuck!" I hit the wheel and I took my gun out of my holster

I held the wheel with one hand and with the other one I snuck my hand out and shoot the cops tires so that I could finally pass through.

"I see you." I said to Sam when I saw him and he indeed had a guy onto him

I heard an explosion and I saw how the top of the tunnel started falling so I immediately hit the breaks, Sam stopped and moved his legs upwards making the dude go into the falling concrete. Sam stood back on the ground and I got out of the car to run up to him.

"Are you okay?" I asked him

"Yeah, I'm fine." He nodded "Ah shit."

A bunch of cops came around us pointing guns at us and yelling to put our hands up.

"Well, we're fucked." I sighed lifting my hands

They made us walk up to where Steve was and once we were there, I saw how they were arresting Bucky on the floor.

It's safe to say that they arrested us all.

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i just had this fic idea where hook & the reader get into a really bad argument but the reader has a match where she later gets really badly injured and without a second thought he runs out and helps her out & it’s all fluffy and stuff like that <3

I love it! enjoy babes!

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You’ve been bickering all day long over everything and anything. The coffee from Starbucks tasted off and it was somehow your boyfriend’s fault. He left his sunglasses at the hotel and found some way to blame you for it.

You were both in bad moods and taking it out on each other simply because it was easy to do, but after all day long of the constant back and forth, things started to escalate a little more.

“What is your problem today? Ever since you woke up this morning you’ve just had such a bad attitude!” You snapped at him, watching as he puts the car in park and stares blankly out the window.

“Hello? I’m talking to you, Tyler.”

He inhaled a deep breath and held it, attempting to keep his aggravation strictly internal, but you were pushing him.

“Okay, I guess you’re just gonna act like I’m not sitting right here trying to talk to you.” You scoffed as you grabbed the door handle, about to open it, but he had it locked from his side.

You rolled your eyes. “Unlock my door.” You groaned, but he didn’t acknowledge you. He kept his eyes on the car right next to his as he stared out the window.

“I have a match tonight and I need to get ready, Tyler. Unlock my damn door!” You didn’t mean to shout, but you were so aggravated and irritated and couldn’t help it.

“Do you ever get tired of yelling at me?” He finally spoke up, tearing his eyes off the car beside him and cutting them at you. “You’ve been doing this shit all fucking day, y/n! Are you ever gonna just calm the fuck down?!”

“Me?!” You slapped your hand over your chest. “What about you, Tyler?! You woke up in a bad mood and been taking it out on me all day, like you always fucking do!”

“Like I always do?” He narrows his eyes. “So I just wake up every morning ready to see what stupid shit we can fight about? I just wait for the opportunity to piss you off so I have to sit and listen to you yell at me for fucking hours? Yeah, okay y/n.” He scoffs and turns his head away from you.

“I mean thats kind of what it seems-“

“Go get ready for your match.” He cuts you off, pushing the unlock button, not even sparing you a glance. You rolled your eyes again and opened up the door, sliding out of your seat and forcefully slamming it just to make your point.

He sat in the car for an extra hour just trying to calm down. He needed a little time to decompress after all the arguing the two of you did that day, but he glanced down at his phone and noticed the time, knowing your match was happening soon and he just wouldn’t feel right if he let you go out there in the kind of mood you were in, knowing you probably wouldn’t be focusing on your match like you should.

So, he searches for you when he gets inside, sends a few texts that he already knows you’ll ignore, and asks a couple people if they’ve seen you, but has no luck finding you until it was too late.

He could hear it backstage when your music hit and even though he was making fast strides, he couldn’t get to you in time.

He ended up in the viewing room with the plan to meet you as soon as you walk back through the tunnel and hope you’ll be feeling a little less mad at him after your big win.

He stared at the screen but he could already see clear as day that you weren’t focused on the match. He could tell that you were falling behind in the pacing of some of your moves.

He was stepping side to side anxiously, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as he intently watched your every move, but the second you botched a finisher and crashed down into the canvas, he didn’t even wait for the officials to call off the match before he was rushing out the door.

Your neck was stiff and head pounding as you stared up at the referee. The bell rang and the medics came swarming in almost immediately, surrounding you as they all asked you an abundance of questions you didn’t have the strength to answer.

You heard the crowd pop out of nowhere, the sound making your ears ring before you heard your boyfriend’s deep voice over everyone else’s.

“Let me through!” He shouts before he appears above you. His eyes are wide as he scans your face. He wants to touch you but he’s scared to.

Your head starts to spin and so does your vision, so you screw your eyes shut, and just watching you wince at the pain was cracking his heart right in half.

“Come on, we need to get her out of this ring. Now!” He barks orders at the medics. One guy leans down and tries to wrap his arm underneath your neck to bring you up, but the second you shout out in pain, Tyler stops him all together.

“You do know she landed on her fucking head, right?” He shouts at the guy before you feel a gentler arm slowly slipping underneath you. You feel the ends of locks of hair ticking your cheek and hear Tyler’s soft whisper before he carefully lifts you up.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m right here. I got you.”

You peer your eyes open, seeing the evident fear that he’s trying so hard to mask, but he can’t help it. He slowly rises to his feet and holds you tight against his chest.

You can’t keep your eyes open for too long before your head starts to pound all over again, and he watches as you tuck your face in his hoodie in an attempt to keep the room from spinning once more.

“My head hurts so bad. Please just get me away from all this screaming and the lights and-“

Before you can finish he heads straight out the ring and up the ramp, holding his palm against your ear to try to muffle the noise for you.

He brings you back to the medical room and lays you down as gently as he possibly can, holding your hand tight as he finally lets the medics take over.

He watches their every move, making sure they don’t hurt you anymore than you already were. You give his hand one tight squeeze and feel him squeeze back.

“I’m right here baby” he whispers as he leans down to place a kiss to your temple. “Not going anywhere, I promise.”

He keeps his eyes on all the hands that land on you, waiting for someone to make one wrong move, but luckily for them, they don’t.

“No signs of a concussion, but we should probably get her to the hospital just to make sure.” One of the medics tells another. “I’ll pull the ambulance around.”

“Ambulance?” You groan, feeling his hand squeeze yours twice. “I have to go to a damn hospital tonight?”

“I’ll take her.” Tyler speaks up, standing up and grabbing his keys out of his pocket.

“It’s best if we take her in the ambulance.” Another medic chimes in. “That way if anything were to happen, we’re prepared.”

He heard you groan again and sighs, leaning back down to place another kiss to your forehead.

“It’s alright, baby. I’ll be with you. And I know you’re probably still mad at me, and you can yell at me all you want to later. Right now, we need to just make sure everything’s okay.”

You glanced up at him, the slightest, faintest smile ghosting your lips for a split second, but it made his heart flutter when he saw it.

“Kinda hard to still be mad when you’re being a superhero right now.” You managed to chuckle, making him do the same.

“That’s what I’m supposed to be, baby. I’m sorry I let you go out there without making things right first. I know you weren’t focused on your match and that was all because of me.” He softly spoke, doing his best to keep the conversation between the two of you, even though other people filled your space.

“Don’t apologize ty, it’s not your fault. I just made a mistake.”

“I did too.” He mumbles, “and I’m never letting you walk out to that ring without kissing every inch of your face first, ever again.”

One of the medics stifled a laugh when he heard that, and earned a piercing stare to be shot his way.

“Shouldn’t you be helping your friend get the ambulance ready so my girl can get to the hospital, or do you just not value your paycheck that much?”

The man’s eyes widened before he tightly nodded and headed out the door, leaving two more guys in the room with you and Tyler, but they quickly shot each other looks and filed out too.

“You don’t always have to scare people, you know.” You tell him, but you couldn’t help but smile at the way he was always no-nonsense when it came to you.

“Sometimes it’s the only way to get things done around here, baby.” He shrugs as he brushes some of your hair out of your face.

“Can’t argue with that.” You say, watching as he quirks a brow and an amused looks crosses his face.

“Not arguing with me for once?” He teases, “actually agreeing with something I say? wow, I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Don’t test me, ty.” You point, earning a wide, boyish grin to play on his face.

“I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t, baby. That’s how I say I love you.”

“I can think of a million other ways you can say that.” You raise your brows, sending him a pointed look.

“Yeah?” He smirks. “Well when we get back from the hospital you can teach me all of them.”