#and walk away with a couple hundred after the fight if he's got one of the less shady agents or promoters

[harrypotterfuryroad]

professional boxers start showing parkinson's-like symptoms really early (like age 19 with only two or three pro fights on their record) with really clear brain injury so it's not like you even need that much head trauma before it becomes life-altering, and these guys were trained to expect that level of force

now imagine training around something completely different and having to deal with that

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ IS IT OVER NOW? (IT ISN'T) ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: all good things come to an end, including your relationship—but don't worry, broken hearts can be mended, but only if you're both willing to try.

contents: fem!reader. you two break up and make up! you guys fight/break up over something that coulda been resolved with better communication. kinda suggestive ending, maybe i'll drop a part two if this does alright. satoru announces your break-up on his stream. longest fic i've posted so far, 4k words (kms).

author's note: the long awaited angst has finally arrived.. big thank you to @screampied for beta-reading!! tagging @yunymphs who read it early and @sutorus + @kentopedia who i both miss very much!!

ever since you first joined satoru on his stream, it’s gotten way more popular than either of you could’ve ever expected. before he brought you onto his live, he was averaging about eight thousand views per stream. now, his average was well over fifteen thousand—and that wasn't even including the publicity he got from other websites. when satoru accidentally left the camera on while you two made out, you two went viral on twitter. and when another user tried to swipe him away, the clip got over a hundred thousand views on youtube.

at first, satoru didn't mind the change his stream was going through—in fact, he welcomed it. but lately, things have been… different.

last week, while satoru was playing in some competition, he won first out of hundreds of equally proficient players. had it been anyone else, their comments would've been filled with congratulations and good job's, but in his case, all satoru got were messages asking where you were. that wasn’t the first time—ever since that very first day, when you showed up on his stream, satoru’s audience has entirely shifted. and honestly, if you were in his position, you'd be a bit annoyed. anyone would be. 

but you had never expected that it would be so big of a deal that you and satoru—the "cutest couple on the internet"—would break up over it.

you walk along the chilly, suburban sidewalk up to your boyfriend’s house. satoru had just sent you a message asking if you could come over, and like always, you answered with an immediate yes. a flock of crows fly by, raven feathers providing a stark contrast between them and the pale gray sky around you. it’s gray and gloomy, but not unpleasant. 

a sweet, romantic song plays in your ears as you knock three times on satoru’s front door. his familiar voice calls out “coming!”, and you can hear his footsteps grow louder and louder until he swings open the door. satoru smiles down at you, cheeks already rosy from the cold winter air. “hey.”

you tilt your head and smile back at him. “that’s all i get? hey?” you huff, walking into his living room behind him as the door closes behind you. “d’you have any hot chocolate? i’m freezing,” you say, licking your lips. satoru turns and pauses, an unreadable expression on his face. “satoru?”

after a moment, your boyfriend snaps out of it. “oh, yeah, sorry,” he says ruefully. satoru rubs his eyes with one hand and uses the other to open the door to his bedroom, and as you follow him in, you’re hit with a blast of warm air. “i’m just kinda tired, but yeah, i have some hot cocoa in here. c’mon.”

“anything i can do for you?” you offer, sitting down on the corner of his bed. you’ve been to his house so many times that it feels like home—maybe even more so than your own place. everything about satoru’s room is comfortable, from his plush chairs to the faux-fur blankets draped over every single piece of his furniture. you could probably fall over at any given point and it wouldn’t actually hurt—you’d just land on something soft and/or fluffy.

but that wasn’t all that made you so in love with his home. it was just the way it felt—words couldn’t describe the way everything was just so right and just so perfect, and you really did hope that you’d never have to see a time where you wouldn’t be able to spend time with your boyfriend here.

it really is a shame that all good things had to come to an end. at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself as satoru finally told you why he called you over. unlike nearly every other time, it wasn’t because he missed you or wanted to cuddle—it was quite the opposite, really.

“i don’t think this is working.”

six words that shattered the life you had come to know and love.

“is this a joke?” you try, an unnerved smile spreading across your lips against your will. he doesn’t reply instantly, which is so out-of-character for him that it makes you stiffen up. “satoru, this isn’t funny—”

“i’m not kidding,” satoru murmurs, looking away. he refuses to meet your eyes, and some part of you is still desperately trying to find reason in the chaos that’s slowly taking over your mind. how could it be that everything was just fine two minutes ago and now it’s anything but that? did something happen? did you say the wrong thing? did you—

“it’s not funny,” you insist, still somehow clinging onto your slowly-dwindling hope. maybe you’re in denial, but still, you were sure that everything was fine—no, that everything is fine. there was no past-tense, right? how could the glass home you’d built with your bare hands just crash down at the throw of a pebble?

satoru finally meets your eyes, and your breath catches in your throat. there’s no amused glimmer in his eyes, no “just kidding” in sight, and even worse, you can’t even see an ounce of the love or adoration you’d come to grow so attached to in just a couple months.

“what happened?” you whisper, miraculously managing to keep yourself together. you’d never forgive yourself if you just started crying over a breakup you weren’t even sure was happening—what little’s left of your pride is holding on. you allow yourself to wrap your arms around your chest, curling into your own embrace. 

satoru doesn’t reply for a long second. right when you’re sure he just won’t reply, he does, and it all comes spilling out in a messy stream of words. “it’s just… i can’t do this anymore. i can’t keep going online and seeing everyone on my stream talking about you. i love you, i really do, but it’s just—” satoru shakes his head frustratedly. “i don’t know how to say it, but you know what i mean, right?”

your eyebrows furrow and you shake your head. “you’re breaking up with me because you’re tired of seeing me?”

“no, fuck,” satoru groans, running a hand through his hair. his previously cool and collected demeanor starts to fall apart as he takes a step back. “i don’t know how to explain it, but— shit, you wouldn’t understand.”

you swallow and start to stand up, still willing to try. “then help me understand, satoru, i—”

“you’ve seen the comments, and you’ve seen all the posts on twitter,” satoru says, tilting his head back and glaring at the ceiling. “it’s not your fault, but i really just can’t stand everyone disregarding me and turning my own stream into a youtube channel starring you.”

his words sting like alcohol in an open wound, and you fight the battle of your life to prevent the thousands of tears hiding behind your eyes from being visible. even so, your voice wobbles ever so slightly as you say “that’s a bullshit reason to break up, satoru—”

your boyfriend—is he even still your boyfriend?—scoffs and shakes his head, stumbling back and falling into his chair. "for you, it isn't. you wouldn’t understand. for me, it's like everyone's just... invalidating the three years i've spent on this shit. and i can't do it anymore, i just can't."

you blink slowly, backing away towards his bedroom door. "what does that mean?"

satoru exhales a bitter laugh and turns away, the back of his chair facing you. you think you can hear him take a soft, shaky breath as the room falls silent. neither of you make a sound before satoru turns back toward you, a blank look on his face.

he looks up at you, azure eyes devoid of the sparkle you've become so familiar with. satoru smiles sadly, but to your dismay, there's no real emotion behind it. it's almost like he's already accepted it when he says, "it means we—" he pauses and looks away. "this is over."

you reach out toward him, desperate to hold on to him—to the invisible string that ties you and satoru together, but he's just out of your grasp. "satoru, it isn't even that big of a deal, why are you—"

satoru turns and fixes you with a stern glare, and just like that, the string that kept you and satoru together for months, maybe years snaps, and you're left with a limp strand of what it once was. taking the hint, you walk out of his room in a daze, hardly noticing the way he says "i'm sorry".

and the worst part? he said he still loved you. but apparently that wasn’t enough.

satoru has every right to be annoyed that his stream is only growing because of you—his stream was the way he made money, and after all, it was never meant to be about you. 

and maybe he was never meant to be for you either.

the walk home is cold and lonely. you slip a hand into your pocket—the pocket of satoru's hoodie, which you should probably return to him—and extract your earphones. it probably isn't a good idea to wear both outside as you walk home, but you do it anyway—this day can't possibly get any worse.

a soft voice murmurs words of sorrow and encouragement in your ear as the music takes you to another world. maybe this—the breakup—was meant to happen. maybe it was a mistake to date a boy with thousands of fans.

as soon as you get home, your phone dings softly. you pick it up and frown when you see it's from toru. you'd have to change that name later.

toru: idk if u blocked me already but i still have a lot of ur things, do u wanna come pick them up later?

toru: or i can drop them off tmrw ig

you miss the way he used to text you—with an obnoxious amount of exclamation points and an even worse amount of emojis. now, it's like all of the flavor's gone from his words, and it hurts. that's when it actually settles in, that this is really over. it hurts like an icicle being driven straight through your heart, and it stings like one, too.

satoru's texts are left on delivered for five whole minutes before you reply, and it's only with an "i'll come by tmrw". he likes the message less than a minute later, and you're left to wallow in your misery alone until you finally drift off to sleep.

the next morning, you open your phone to a notification alerting you that satoru’ll be live on stream in ten minutes. curiosity kills the cat, but in this case, maybe it’d be worth it to see what he tells his viewers about your breakup. after all, there’s no way he wouldn’t tell them—he always had something to say about you, and he’d probably rather tell them for sure rather than let them come up with ridiculous theories on their own.

so you hastily make a new account using some email account you haven’t touched since middle school, trying a couple different passwords until you remember the one that works. the website hits you with a hundred questions, asking you about your favorite games and who’d you like to subscribe to first. you choose satoru, albeit after a second of hesitation. two minutes later, sparklingzebra672 joins your ex-boyfriend’s stream. you wait a second, holding your breath as the live loads. a brief moment later, satoru’s painfully familiar face appears on your screen.

“hey guys,” satoru says, forcing a smile on his face. even from behind a screen, you swear you can feel his eyes on you. “how’s everyone today?” 

the already unstable smile on satoru’s face falls when he opens the comments and gets greeted with a flurry of where’s your girlfriend’s. had you been anyone else, you probably wouldn’t have noticed the way satoru’s eyes dulled ever so slightly or the way he curled into himself, but being the girl who once knew him best, you could tell.

“oh, she won’t be back on here for… a while,” satoru starts, dancing around the topic. he leans back against his chair and tilts his chin up, azure eyes focused on the ceiling. “we broke up.”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the way satoru’s comments explode. it’s almost like you can hear the shocked gasps coming from all fourteen—no, twenty thousand viewers as the words nobody thought would ever they’d hear from satoru are spoken.

suguru-geto: holy shit im so sorry 

toji-fushiguro: wait wtf r u kidding?? that's fuckin crazy

yuuji-itadori: omg i thought u guys were together forever :(

inumaki: chat is this real??

satoru shrugs, averting his eyes from the hundreds of comments pouring in, but you scroll through and read them all. everyone, even satoru’s haters, seems genuinely shocked. in fact, had this not been your own breakup, you would’ve been one of them, begging and pleading satoru for more details.

“yeah, we did,” satoru murmurs, eyebrows furrowing just enough for you to read his expression. now that you’re looking closer, you can see the subtle redness underneath his eyes—had he been crying too? and maybe you’re imagining it, but his hair seems a bit dishelved too. your ex-boyfriend shrugs, forcing his face back into his usual lighthearted expression, but it’s not fooling anyone.

satoru scowls at the new flood of comments asking him why you two broke up. some people are already hypothesizing—maybe it’s because you got jealous of his fame, or maybe he got sick of you. maybe you left him to go date some other streamer, or maybe—

“i’m actually gonna end the stream here, ‘cause i don’t really want to deal with all of this right now,” satoru says with a frown. his eyes are narrowed irritably as a couple users protest, still begging for more details. “you guys know that i’m a real person with my own life, right? fuck off.”

and just like that, the stream ends. you’re left with a blank screen and a message saying that satoru’s ended the live, so you shut your laptop. your stomach turns as you groan, just remembering that you have to go over to his place later to retrieve your things, and somehow, you’d have to pretend that you didn’t just stalk his stream to see if he’d say anything substantial about the breakup.

a couple minutes after the stream ends, your phone blows up—every mutual friend you and satoru have is messaging you about what he said, but you can’t bring yourself to open any of them. except for one.

suguru: r u ok?

you: yeah ig

suguru: do u want anything?

satoru’s best friend’s question catches you off-guard—there are a lot of things you want. you want this whole situation to go away. you want the world to disappear. and most of all, you want satoru back, without the online world attached.

but suguru can’t do any of those things, can he? so you leave him on read. 

somehow, you fall back asleep, tossing and turning in your bed without satoru’s steady arms to accompany you. a couple hours later, you wake up again, wincing from the dim sunlight that pours through your windows and directly into your eyes. it’s just past five, so you figure that you might as well go down to satoru’s house and get your things. better to do it now than drag it out for an uncertain amount of time.

the walk is shorter than you remember, but maybe it’s just the absence of music pouring into your ears that makes it seem that way. you watch the wilted autumn leaves flutter in the wind, falling down onto the sidewalk like pieces into place. once upon a time, you had walked these very streets with satoru—it’s a fond memory you remember only all too well.

when you finally step onto your ex’s doorstep, the door opens before you even have a chance to knock. and there he is—the boy who’d once been the love of your life. satoru looks down at you with an unreadable expression. “hey.”

you think you’ve seem this film before, and you didn’t like the ending.

satoru spares you from having to reply by opening the door wider and beckoning you inside. “i already put most of your stuff into a couple boxes, but i thought you’d wanna check on your own. just in case i forgot something.”

you nod and walk past him, not trusting your voice to be steady. this was harder than you expected—much harder. in fact, you’re practically on the verge of breaking down when you step into satoru’s room and look around and see just how different it looks without the touches of you everywhere.

the fortnite poster you’d given him as a joke for the second anniversary of his stream was gone from his wall, and so were the two mini succulents that used to sit on the corner of his desk. the white cat plushie that used to rest on his pillow was gone, too—probably stuffed somewhere in one of the boxes outside his bedroom door.

after nearly a minute of looking around, you decide that whatever satoru possibly could’ve missed wasn’t important enough for you to have to stick around any longer.

you turn and start to exit satoru’s room so fast that you nearly crash into him when he suddenly appears in the doorway. “shit, sorry about that,” you mumble, trying to walk around him. but of course, because the universe is actually praying on your downfall, you and satoru both walk the same way at the same time. you awkwardly try to go around each other, and eventually, the humiliation is over.

“so, you got everything?” satoru asks, walking beside you with his hands in his pockets. you nod, bending over to pick up one of the two boxes. it’s pretty heavy, but not unmanangable. you just don’t really seem to know if you’ll be able to carry both back home at once. 

“oh, uh, i’ll be right back,” you say tentatively. a flash of confusion appears in satoru’s eyes, so you clarify, “i’m gonna go grab my car. that’ll make it easier.”

satoru’s eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head. “no, it’s alright. your place isn’t far from here at all, i’ll just take the other and walk back with you.”

“no, really, it’s alright.”

“it’s the easiest option, ba—” satoru cuts himself off, stopping himself from calling you baby for the first time since you two had started dating. “sorry.”

“let’s just go.”

the walk back to your house is brutal. you walk side by side with satoru since the path is wide enough for you to do so, and you two just keep bumping into each other. had you still been dating, satoru probably would’ve dropped the box and scooped you up instead, kissing your cold face to warm it up. of course, that would’ve added five minutes to your walk, but it would’ve been better than the tense silence dividing you and satoru right now. 

the wind whistles around you, brushing at your skin and making you shiver with every gust—there’s nothing more you’d like than to go home, plop on your couch and cry while watching the titanic for the hundredth time. 

after what seems like three hundred awkward hours later, you and satoru finally make it to your house. “thanks,” you say quietly, setting down your box in front of the door. 

satoru places his next to yours and slips his hands back into his pockets. he nods and replies, “no problem,” but still doesn’t leave.

you cross your arms, and tilt your head, meeting his eyes hesitantly. “umm, do you need anything else?”

satoru coughs tensely and shrugs. “oh, uh, not really, just—” his eyes drift down to your top, and your face grows warm when you realize you’re still wearing his hoodie. 

“shit, my bad,” you mumble, internally cringing and resisting the urge to say every curse word you know. could this day really get any worse?

well, at least satoru looks equally as embarrassed. he shakes his head and gestures for you to keep it on. “it’s fine, it’s kinda cold anyways. keep it.” satoru hesitates, shuffling his feet before continuing, “if you want something… to remember me by.”

what you say next was done entirely against your will. “do you still love me?” you ask suddenly, not sure what otherworldly force prompted you to do so. you instantly regret it when satoru’s face goes even redder, and you can tell it’s not from the cold the way his blush spreads to his ears.

“i— uh, i mean—”

“answer me, satoru, i think i have a right to know.”

he looks away and mumbles something about needing to go back home, to feed his fish or something (he doesn’t have a fish), and you grab his hand just as he starts to turn away. “please, satoru, i need to know,” you breathe, squeezing his hand harder when he flinches. 

ten silent seconds tick by, but you still don’t let go. so satoru sighs, a soft white puff of air coming from his lips. “yeah.”

your heart breaks again.

“then why did you—”

“because i don’t know how to do this,” satoru says, blue eyes darting all over the place. “i love you, i really do, but i just can’t— i don’t like having thousands of people thinking that i’m only worth looking at if i’m with you, it’s annoying and it pisses me off and i don’t want to accidentally take it out on yo—”

you cut him off with a kiss, ignoring the way he yelps a little in surprise. but thankfully, he doesn’t push you away—instead, his arms instantly wrap around you and pull you closer into his warm, warm chest. satoru’s lips are a little dry, but still minty as ever from the peppermints he’s constantly munching on. he kisses you back like a man starved of affection, and when you two finally break apart, his eyes are just as hungry.

“you idiot,” you whisper, trailing your fingers through his hair as tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “you shoulda just talked to me about it first.”

“i know,” satoru mumbles, looking down bashfully. “‘m sorry.”

“you should be.” you pause, watching satoru’s lips curve into a pouty frown. “i’m sorry too,” you murmur, and he looks up, confused. “i should’ve seen this coming.”

satoru shakes his head and presses his lips to your forehead, lingering for a couple seconds before pulling back. “i missed you.”

“i was gone for less than a day, satoru.”

“oh, so you didn’t miss me?”

“i did,” you admit, exhaling a puff of air when satoru smiles smugly. “shut up, it’s not a competition!”

“yeah it is, but fine, you win,” satoru gives in with a dramatic sigh, reaching down and twining his fingers with yours. his hands, which are significantly bigger than yours, instantly warm you up. “but only ‘cause i don’t want you to break up with me next.”

“i hate you, y’know that?” you grumble, leaning into his side and letting satoru kiss the top of your head. he hums in agreement, reaching out and opening your front door. 

“i’m sure you do, baby. now c’mon, let’s get inside n’ warm up. i wanna make it up to you,” satoru says with a grin, bending over and scooping up both boxes. 

“oh, yeah? how do you plan to do that?” you challenge, going inside first and holding the door open for satoru. once he’s inside, you close the door and instantly get pinned against it by satoru, whose hands are already creeping underneath your clothes. “satoru, your hands are col—”

he cuts you off by pressing his equally cold lips to yours, smiling against your mouth as he tugs at your clothes. “i know, baby. but i’ll keep you nice n’ warm for the rest of the night, i promise!”

[mixingandmelting]

Hello! I was wondering if you'd quite something based on the bat boys (or just Jason) reaction to realizing they liked having a normal life?

Like they go to visit the readers' family for Xmas, but their family left without letting them know, so they had the whole house to themselves, so they got to play house. It was in a whole other state, so no needing to be vigilantes. Just them with their s/o getting ready for Christmas, being shown around and just living a normal life for a few weeks.

A/N: Hope you don't mind me not writing about Duke and Damian since they're both minors so legally speaking they can't really travel out-of-state alone. Plus to be real, I highly doubt Batman would want to leave Damian unsupervised considering what happens when he's alone 😔

Dick:

His whole life he was anything but normal, being raised in a circus and now, fighting crimes 24/7. Excitement, action, danger, and adventures are what defines him and how he had always dreamt of how his life would go on. But here he is, tasting “normal” for the first time in his life by spending the holiday with you in the house you were raised in. Snowball fights and building snowmen delays the process of clearing the snow. Not to forget the snow angels that are made once he playfully tackles you down into the snow after you manage to get more on him than yourself. Putting up the lights and decoration both inside and outside of the house was more fun than the times he helped out at the Wayne manor, while finding out shopping for anything during the holiday season is a battle of its own. Adding that to the daily routine that’s usually gone through on his days off every day,  it’s… quiet and peaceful. He doesn’t wake up to sirens or violence. He’s not worried about another mission, instead figuring out how he’ll get your present under the tree without getting caught. You greeting him at the door, placing a kiss on his cheeks that are slightly bitten from frost when it’s decided he’s moving the snow on his own makes him so fuzzy, he starts calling you honey over babe. The most mind boggling about this? He doesn't mind it. It’s hard to accept that he actually likes “normal”. He’s confused over liking a concept that’s completely foreign to him and with his personality, he won’t last long with living with “normal” forever. The happy couple/marriage vibe though? He’s on board and digs it, one-hundred percent. Especially in a house filled with childhood memories, it’s giving him ideas and changing what he perhaps would want in the future in ways he wouldn’t think of back then.

Jason:

Considering his childhood and how he went through the whole reincarnation cycle of dying and then reviving, it’s a desire he had as a kid but gave up right away. He didn’t even fathom that a day would come where he would experience what it would be like to be normal. Walking around and staying in the typical home most average people live in made him tense the first three days, even more so knowing this was where you lived since a child. Moving snow with you becomes his favorite pastime, where you’d distract from getting the job done and have him chase after you from the snowball that hits his back. Or bringing out steaming hot chocolate so his nose and hands would stop feeling as if they’re ready to fall off from the cold after cleaning up and helping you build a snow fort of all things. His hands are frequently on your waist from holding you up to string the lights and hang the decorations after you frown from his “aesthetic” way of placing them, pushing him to move aside so you could show how a real pro does it. It’s also his first time struggling to find time to get a present behind your back from being with you all the time. Eating meals together, taking walks together around the neighborhood and city, acting as bodyguard during grocery and Christmas shopping, spending time together as a couple in general in a house that’s warm, cozy, and peaceful as Jason Todd is a first. Not as Robin once dead and revived or Red Hood, the violent outlaw.  It’s a wish once buried in his heart on top of another where he’s spending time with you that comes true before the holiday. He’s emotional from being so happy, he doesn’t think of anything else other than wanting to live like this for the rest of his life.

Tim:

Contrary to the stereotypes depicted by the media, rich kids don’t spend time with their family; it's usually spent with their nanny as their parents leave them for long periods of time in a house too large for two people. Sure over the years he has healed with his friends and a new family. But it feels like a dream come true with you. He’s laughing and enjoying the soft fluffiness of white that gets all over him, freezing his nose and hands when he tries to clear the snow. He gets into it with you over how the lights and decorations should be placed inside and outside the house when you mentioned you want to outdo your neighbors, a set of blueprints and sketches drawn while debating that rainbow lights were better than the flickering, white ones. To much of his chagrin, he’s fumbling with all the things you toss at him when he helps you shop, him being in charge of the shopping cart as he stays in-line as you grab and bring back what’s needed in the store. Not that he’s complaining, his face suddenly tinted in red when you come back and slip your hand between his hand and the handle during the wait for the next opened cashier. Surprisingly enough, he doesn’t struggle with getting you a Christmas present and placing it under the tree. He had been keeping tabs since the day after Valentine’s Day on the things you’ve been looking at while relying on your habits he memorized to time things perfectly. Similar to Jason, he, too, wanted to live normally like any other person. Him getting to do that by prepping for the holiday with you heals the child in him, making him content and wishing the time the two of you currently have lasts forever.

[darnell-la]

Old man Logan filming reader while fucking her while he threatens to blackmail her + humiliation kink

note: we didn’t know how to make the story, but we found a way as always. as you guys know, we’re freaked out, and by that, we mean, we’re the freakiest page on Tumblr. if we could say make our stories more spicy without getting reported, we would…

warnings: cnc, rough sex, kidnapping, manhandling, chained, angry Logan, etc

———

Y/n isn’t to much of a good person when it comes to hanging out with her friends. She had thought arguing with her Uber guy that her friends ordered wouldn’t come back and bite her in the ass, until now.

Once she woke up in a dark room, changed and gagged with the familiar smell, she had known she should’ve stayed home tonight.

Logan made the quick decision to teach people what happens when they mistreat strangers. He thought he’d maybe scare her a little, but after thinking, he wanted to do more.

No one knew where he lived. No one knows that she’s fine yet. She couldn’t possibly get away from him, and he didn’t have to let her leave. He could keep her for himself since a girl like her wouldn’t be too much to miss out in the world.

“Just look at you. Pathetic. All that talkin’ you did with your friends went out the window, huh, Bub?” Logan teaser as the young girl fought against the chains and tried to scream, but couldn’t.

“No one can hear you. We’re far away from any kind of human life — Perfect for me,” Logan said as she got up from a chair and stepped towards her, walking past a camera he had set up to look directly at her.

“You see this? This was thrown in the dump — It works perfect for what I need it for,” y/n’s heart began raising, not knowing what this man was going to do to her. She’s never been tortured before, and she had no plans to die any time soon.

“Please,” y/n cried through her gag, hoping to gain some sympathy from the older man, but the only thing that was gained was a rick hard boner that poker hard through his jeans.

“I’m not going to let you go- ever — And, if you somehow escape, just know I’ll have hundred of videos of you crying on my cock — Soon you’ll visibly enjoy it, and I don’t think you’ll want the world to see that, right?”

Y/n barely understood anything the man was saying as she never stopped fighting, screaming, and begging in her chains.

“You’re prettier then I thought — It was pretty dark out there hours ago, but now that I’ve got you in the spot light and closer to my face — I can definitely see myself making a good slut out of you,”

Logan quickly got into his knees and climbed in top of y/n, now hobbling onto her skin as she screamed for some kind of help.

Chaining her hands behind her back made everything easier to bite down on. Her kicks were annoying him, but not enough to stop tasting her.

“What a goddamn peach,” Logan said as he moved down to her lower body, now pulling down her skirt that she loved for the night. Now she had wished she never wore it. Same goes for her shirt that shoes to much of her cleavage.

“Please, stop!” Y/n tried her beg to beg the man through her gag, but that only turned him in. She was all bite out ago, and now she’s crying for him to get off of her. The night cousins have gotten any better for the old man.

“No need to shave for me, princess — You’re to pretty to be worried about a bush,” Logan roughly moved y/n around the mattress to make sure the camera a few feet away from then would catch the angle he wanted to use her in.

“I bet we’d make a great couple — Never liked a young brat, but if you’re as tight as I think you are, I’ll consider,”

Y/n knew she was ain’t getting out of this situation. Getting out of chains seemed impossible unless he let her out. Even if she could get out of the chains, what would she do then? Logan is way too huge to fight off.

“Hey, relax — Let me at least get in first, yeah?” Logan said as he moved in between her legs. “Might wanna save all that fighting for when it actually matters. Unless you’re fine with being relaxed on my cock,”

Those words had triggered y/n’s brain, instantly making her cry. She never thought anything like this would happen to her, but she just had to go home alone tonight. She ever does, yet, tonight, she did.

“See what you’ve got me looking like?” Logan said as he pulled himself out of his jeans, dropping his huge length on top of y/n’s now uncovered cunt. “Might take a bit to fit, but I’ll make it work,”

As Logan spat all over her heat snd his cock, y/n tried her best to make every begging word clear. Now she was more focused on how she would be able to take him. She’s never seen a cock that huge in real time.

“Hey- Hey — All that begging ain’t gon stop me, okay? You should’ve thought abut your fucking actions when you were bitching with your friends,”

Y/n wanted to argue back with the man and tell him how rude he was at first, but all of that died when she felt him push into her, almost getting everything in, in one go.

The young girl could celery scream. All she could do was stiffen up and and take deep breaths as the man began thrusting into her slowly, trying to get every inch of himself through her folds.

“Fucking hell, Bub,” Logan growled as he continued to thrust, feeling her grip him tighter than he ever thought anyone could. “I’m definitely filling you up more the once a day,”

“S-Stop,” y/n stuttered as she felt an instant knot fill in her stomach. “Relax yourself so I can push better,” even thought Logan wanted to teach the young girl a horrible lesson, he still wanted to make sure she enjoyed some of it.

To watch and see her hide the pleasure is all he wants, especially for the camera. She’d never leave or think about treating him like shit again if he had that against her.

“P-Please, no more,” y/n begged as she felt his balks brush against her other hole, letting her know he was all the way in. “I-I can’t,” y/n cried into her gag as her eyes rolled back.

Logan went to speak until he felt y/n gushing around him. He couldn’t believe it until he looked down then back up at her face. The way her eyes crossed showed him how hard it’ll be for her to ignore how much she’d love the pleasure he’s about to give her.

“Yeah, that’s it — Keep it coming,” Logan said as he placed his hands in her waist to pull her into his thrust. “All that crying, and you’re crying on my dick — What a fucking lie you are, Bub,”

Y/n shook her head, not wanting his words ti get ti her head, but they already had. If her were to ask her right now if he felt good inside her, she would be lying if she said another other then yes.

“Maybe after doing this a few times, we can let whatever happened earlier tonight, go — We can leave it behind us and get to know each other — Would be a dream to have a pretty thing like you around with no complaints,”

Y/n continued to shake her head, upset that the way he talked to her as he fucked her was making her feel a type of way. She’s not even scared of him anymore. The only thing she’s scared of is what he said before — Having her enjoying this caught on camera.

“I’ll tell you what, Bub — If you do good for me for a month, I’ll let you redeem yourself. I’ll be nicer and might even say fuck it to the tapes. How does that sound? — But, only if you stay,”

Y/n wanted to curse at the man. She wanted to scream and punch him, but sadly, the only thing she could do was nod quickly with her fucked out eyes. The way he pounded into her made her forget that he was a stranger who had kidnapped her.

“That’s my girl,”

[bones4thecats]

Hi, its my first tìme requesting something so I hope im doing it right. I'm chosing from the emoji-coded prompt.

🐰 4 prompt with sasaki🌸 from RoR.

❥· No Smiles for You, Kojiro Sasaki × S/O

Character(s): Kojiro Sasaki (🌸) A/N: Hello there, @mynonopotato! Don't worry you did amazing on this request! I hope you enjoy it! ✎ Summary: After finding out your husband was missing from his medical room, you refuse to smile at him.

Fluff Prompt #4: "I can't smile at you, I'm mad."

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🌸 Kojiro and you were always seen smiling with one another, frowns only appearing when something truly serious happened. Being married for hundreds of years solidified your love, it was hard for some couples to stand a half of a hundred in the afterlife, yet you two made it over 400 years.

🌸 During his fight against Poseidon, you were seen smiling the whole time. Even when Kojiro was struck by the God of the Seas, you kept your calm smile on your face. "It was as if she knew what was going to happen in the end." Usashi Miyamoto would say to his son, Iori.

🌸 Lifting his head up to look at the stands, Kojiro saw his wife there, smiling. She stared into his eyes and just smiled that beautiful smile that screamed love to whomever she looked at.

🌸 But, that smile quickly faded when she caught news from Brunhilde that Kojiro had gone missing from his medical room. The flowers the woman held began to leak water from her grip strengthening on the stems.

🌸 "Is there any idea of where he could be?" You asked the eldest Valkyrie. She merely shook her head and said no, but that she had some others out to find the missing swordsman.

🌸 Following suit in that, you walked around, trying to find your husband. The man you called a fool was living up to that name wholeheartedly right then. Looking around the corner, you noticed some Gods there.

🌸 Rather than feeling fear, you felt bravery. You strode up to the deities and asked if they had seen Kojiro wandering around. The two merely looked at one another and back at you in confusion.

🌸 "I believe I saw him stroll into the garden area, Ma'am." One said, a kind smile on his face as you nodded and thanked him. "Thank you, Lord Rudra."

🌸 "Not a problem."

🌸 Rudra smiled as you walked away. While he sided with the Gods in everything, he had to be nice to those who proved themselves. It was just who he was by nature. Besides, you seemed very nice, so why be rude to someone who didn't deserve it?

🌸 You merely continued on your way, walking down the halls as you finally made it to the garden areas. When you finally made it, you saw two Gods in the doorway. These two being easy to identify; it was Odin, the leader of the Norse pantheon, and Zeus, the head of the Greek pantheon.

🌸 "Excuse me." You said. Zeus turned around and got flustered, causing you to cringe slightly. "What a pretty woman! Come to bring someone a present?" He said.

🌸 You rolled your eyes and walked past him, surprising the Seven Lucky Gods, but not surprising anyone else. They knew of you to a level that they knew you didn't care about other's opinions or views on you. "Sasaki Kojiro." You said lowly.

🌸 Kojiro jerked and froze. His eyebrows furrowed in worry as you looked at him with cold, dead eyes. Buddha smirked and started to chuckle as you walked up to your husband and poked his bandages, making him lunge over in slight pain.

🌸 "You were told to not get up until your wounds were healed. Does it feel like you're healed?"

🌸 "...Yes?"

🌸 Grabbing his ear, you began to drag Kojiro away. The others watched as you drug him out the exit you came from, most likely back to his medical room.

🌸 "What an interesting woman! I wonder if he would lend her to me for a night or two- OW!" Zeus yipped as Odin's birds pecked him on the back of the head.

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🌸 "Come on, love! Please smile at me!" Kojiro begged, his legs tied to his bed as he clasped his hands in a praying motion.

🌸 "I can't smile at you, I'm mad."

🌸 Kojiro groaned and flopped back onto the mattress, hearing a slight creak as he pushed his weight on the materials below that held the mattress upwards.

🌸 You then stood up, your kimono falling completely onto the ground to cover your feet as you began to walk away. He looked at you and his eyes widened slightly and tried to chase after you, only for you to turn and glare at him.

🌸 This glare was one that made Hell itself freeze over.

🌸 "Stay down."

🌸 "Yes, Ma'am."

🌸 Walking out of the room, Buddha witnessed you close the door and stare at him. Your eyes were cold and calculated, much like what they were like an hour prior.

🌸 "Let me guess; relationship troubles?" He asked, lollipop moving around in his mouth as he spoke, a chill tone mixing with his obvious curiosity.

🌸 "Shut up." You said, crossing your arms as Buddha wrapped an arm around your shoulders and hugged you. "I'm still a little sore I wasn't invited to the wedding." He said.

🌸 "I didn't even know you then!"

🌸 "Mhmm, that's why."

🌸 "You're an asshole."

🌸 "How many times have you called your husband that today?"

🌸 "Fuck you."

🌸 "Y/N! MY LOVE! I'M SORRY FOR EVERYTHING! PLEASE COME BACK TO ME!" A scream tears through the tension between the two friends as you roll your eyes and feel your lips tweak upwards in a slight smile.

🌸 "Go get your hubby, lOvE."

Y/N:

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[obx-paradise]

How Did I Get Here?

Summary: JJ couldn't imagine a life without his girl by his side

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Pogue!reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Spoilers for season 4 part 2, fluff, not proofread, and that's all I can think of

a/n: Inspired by a post by @adrienneleclerc I hope I did it justice

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“Mom, I’m going out!” Jackson yelled across the house to his mother in the kitchen preparing a snack.

He was going to meet up with Rafe and Topper at Rafe’s house. The 3 of them have been a trio since they were young. Although he doesn’t always agree with what they say or how they act, they’ve always stuck by him so he continues to do the same.

“Okay, sweety! Come say bye properly!”

Rolling his eyes, Jackson stepped away from the door and made his way to the kitchen. Jackson considered his mother his hero. His dad had left before he was born so it was just him, his mom, and his grandpa. 

Walking into the kitchen he found his mother. “Bye, Mom”

She turned around to face her son with a warm smile on her face, one that always made Jackson feel safe. Walking towards him, she wrapped her arms around him, “Bye, honey. When will you be back?”

“Umm… I don’t really know. Definitely before dinner, though” Jackson rushed his words knowing that Rafe and Topper would be annoyed with him for being late

“Alright, well have a good time… Be safe!” she yelled after him as he rushed out the door. 

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As Jackson arrived at Rafe’s house, he let himself in and made his way to the living room.

“Hey, guys” Jackson found Rafe and Topper sitting around the coffee table with drinks around them.

“Hey, man. You’re late.”

“Yeah, I know. I didn't realize the time. Anyway, are y’all ready to go?” Jackson questioned knowing that they had plans to go out on The Druthers.

“Yeah, let's go”

The three of them made their way outside, all the way out to the dock before realizing that there was maintenance being done on it. 

“Yo, who’s that?” Jackson asked

“Some pogue my dad hired to take care of the boat. John B Routledge.”

Jackson has heard that name before. That’s the guy whose dad went missing months ago. Everyone knew about it, about him, but he’d never talked to him before.

“Hey, you wanna have some fun?” Rafe asked with a smirk on his face, looking at Topper on his left and Jackson on his right

“Fuck yeah”

“Nah man,”

Topper and Jackson spoke at the same time.

“C’mon let’s leave him be,” he said, trying to get them to leave the pogue alone

“Whatever,” the pair said while walking back inside, Jackson following them

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It was a couple of days later when Jackson caught wind of a boneyard party that was happening that night. He wanted to go so he (obviously) told Rafe and Topper. Rafe turned him down not wanting to “party with the pogues” but Topper was all for it.

They got to the party at around 8 p.m. just as the sun had set. Jackson had gone to hundreds of parties just like this one, yet he felt something different with this one. 

It was late into the night when Jackson and Topper went to get more drinks. On the way to the keg, Topper bumped into a girl which caused her to spill her beer all over him.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed

Topper wasn’t one to accept apologies easily, especially from a pogue, “Ugh! What is wrong with you?! This shit was expensive!”

She looked up at Topper and then to Jackon who was standing next to him. “Look, I said I was sorry. There’s not much else I can do for you.”

Despite the situation, Jackson couldn’t help but feel like he’d seen her before. Possibly around the island but still.

“Stupid pogues! Always ruining everything!” Topper spat out

The whole scene caught the attention of people around them. 

“Hey, back off man!” John B ran to defend his friend, pushing Topper back by his shoulders

After that things escalated quickly. John B and Topper went at it,  fighting and eventually ending up in the sand. Jackson tried to de-escalate the situation and eventually managed to pry Topper off of the poor pogue. “C’mon, man let’s go”

“Really Jackson? What? They’re just gonna get away with it? No! I don’t know if you forgot but you’re a kook! You were born a kook, and you’ll die a kook! So, whose side are you on?”

Jackson looked around, hating having all the attention on him. Already knowing his answer, he walked over and stood by John B and the mystery girl who had spilled her drink. He was just trying to do the right thing like his mother always taught him to.

Topper scoffed and stormed off, Jackson’s actions giving him his answer. With him gone, John B and the girl went to thank Jackson. John B’s thank you is much shorter than hers.

“Thank you so much,” she engulfed him in a tight hug

“Yeah, no problem. I know it’s not an excuse but he’s really drunk,” he said hesitantly wrapping his arms around her. Again, he got this weird feeling around her. “Hey, what’s your name?”

“Oh,” she pulled away from him, “Sorry, it's y/n. You’re JJ, right?”

“Umm… no I’m Jackson,” he said confused. Looking around he saw that everything around him was faded. All he could see was her. Y/n.

“Yeah, JJ. That’s what I said.”

Jackson couldn’t help but wonder “What is going on?”

“No… see– I don’t think you’re hearing me correctly. It’s Jackson.”

“JJ,”

“No…”

“JJ,”

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“JJ! Baby wake up!”

JJ shot up with a loud gasp. He looked around and saw all his friends (plus Rafe) gathered around him but more specifically, Y/n. His girlfriend. 

“What happened?”

Y/n had tears of joy in her eyes, she was just relieved he was okay. “That son of a bitch Groff stabbed you. I managed to get you somewhere safe before anything bad happened but you still passed out. How do you feel?”

“I’m ok. Better now that I’m with you again…” He looked around at all his friends with a tired yet playful smile on his face, “...and you guys too, I guess”

They all laughed and spent time together before the sunset, they had to start a fire. They sat around the fire sharing stories, anything to lighten the mood after the day they had. 

“Okay so get this. I had a dream while I was out. And you were there, and you were there, and you were there, you weren’t there… it was really weird.” He said while pointing his finger at whoever he was directing his words to.

“...Y’all know how Groff is my real dad?” he spoke so calmly, almost lightheartedly as if that same man hadn’t almost killed him earlier. “Well, I dreamt that I had grown up as a kook. Went to the kook academy, had a nice house, Rafe and I were friends… eww. Anyways, I realized I would’ve hated growing up like that. Even though I’ve had a tough time growing up I wouldn’t trade it for anything because it gave me you guys. My real family.”

As he finished his rant, everyone fell silent. The first one to speak up was Pope. “That was really deep, man.” The group burst out in laughter. The atmosphere felt light and happy for once.

Quietly, as everyone went back to their conversations, JJ turned to you and whispered, “You wanna know one more reason I would’ve hated being a kook?”

“Sure,” 

“I would’ve never met you,” he spoke with a small smile on his lips

You let out a small playful gasp, “Me? Wait, you don’t… love me, do you?”

“Maybe a little”

[allthegothihopgirls]

thinking about "a mediation on railroading" where tim's making his way across the country back to gotham alone after, circumstances. and out of nowhere he stumbles upon jason, hundreds of miles away from home.

and it's got me thinking about the statistical improbability of that entire scenario, but also how it'd be funny if that's just the type of thing that happens between the batkids on a regular basis.

like they don't always have to be halfway across the country, or in the most dire of situations, but they always find each other when they shouldn't be.

one of the kids is losing a fight, captured, or left for dead? you can bet it's going to be a sibling that finds them.

damian's dealing with jerks from school, on a field trip a couple of towns over. it just so happens jason's there on work, in full red hood get up, and he sees the kids. he has a word with them, no one knows what he said, but the kids quietly apologise to damian and stop bothering him.

tim's been kicked out of his house again, and finds a cafe to sit in while his dad cools off, and it's dick who coincidentally walks in to the same cafe on his lunch break, and convinces tim to tag along with him on the rest of his work day, and encourages him to stay at wayne manor for the night.

there's also the instances of jason, minding his own business, patrolling streets, or doing mundane things like grocery shopping. but whatever it is, he's lucky to have one outing without one of his siblings approaching him out of nowhere. (whether or not some of them do it on purpose is up for debate)

anyways, found family or whatever the people say

[planet-hwa]

BAD BOY FACADE CHAPTER 4 — 산

. . . ⇢ previous chapter  ◦  series masterlist word count     7.4k

warnings     MDNI mentions of smut but not in extreme detail, alcohol consumption, drug usage, mentions of previous fights, mentions of vomiting, petnames, swearing, getting caught, betrayal, arguments, adultery, slight self hatred/insecurities — featuring woosang

❝ 눈을 가리지 이기심이 마치 사랑한 적 없단 듯이 ❞ 🎧 now playing   selfish waltz ; ateez

The drive up Hyunjin’s driveway was longer than the entire drive all together, leading up to a large three story mansion atop a hill. Bright colourful lights flashed through the windows and loud party music was blasting in the atmosphere — people were scattered around the yard, expectedly more 

people inside. The entire property screamed money; the tennis court in the corner where a few drunk teenagers were scrabbling around with rackets, the pool in the backyard that people were jumping into from the second story balcony, the couple of hundred acres behind the house and down the hills.

Yeosang pulled up the driveway slowly, parking in between two other ‘daddy’s money’ bought cars, before the three of you hopped out. You pat down your clothes of any imperfections before jumping out of the car, the first thing grabbing your attention was a couple of motorbikes parked to the left of you. You definitely didn’t expect San to be here, never seeing him or his group talk to Hyunjin before tonight, but he did say everyone was invited. And by everyone, that also meant Yunho who you hadn’t spoken to since your fight a few days ago. You knew he was here, seeing a story posted by one of his friends with him in the corner.

A certain anxiety began to filter your system, multiple things on your mind as you stared and the overly full party house. Seonghwa noticed your hesitance the moment you got out of the car and was quick to link arms with you after Yeosang started walking ahead of the two of you, greeting everyone he walked by and into the house.

“I knew he’d leave us as soon as we got here.” You sighed with defeat, watching Yeosang wander through the large doors of the mansion and be greeted quickly at the door.

“Well, you’re stuck with me the entire night,” Seonghwa joked, squeezing your arm lightly before dragging you up to the grand entrance. “Especially since I still don’t know anyone.”

You giggled softly at his comment, but it made you feel safe and thankful to him. As you reached the open doors, Hyunjin was fast to greet you. The tall boy who attended your school was nice to everyone, no matter what their situation was, which is also why his invites were open to all.

“Y/N, What’s up babe!” He cheered, his expensive versace cologne wafted across your face as he pulled you in for a quick hug before turning and greeting Seonghwa. “Nice to meet you man, thanks for coming! I’m Hyunjin but lately most people are calling me kiwi.”

“Yeah, nice cut by the way.” You reached for his freshly blonde buzzed hair, his head automatically rubbing itself against your hand.

Giving Seonghwa a quick pointed tour of the place, where the drinks and the bathrooms were, Seonghwa shyly smiled at the genuine nice attitude of the boy. Since being a new student, especially one from the Southside, Seonghwa struggled to make friends who weren’t you and Yeosang. Everyone automatically thought he was just a poor loser who lived in a shitty house and got his fees paid by the school, but in reality; he was one of the few new students who were able to pay for their places at the school. It was nice not being judged straight away and being met with kindness.

Seonghwa spotted Yeosang pouring drinks in the kitchen and decided to join him, quickly checking with you and telling you he’d return in five minutes if you decided to not follow him. Assuring him as he walked off with a bright smile, you turned your attention back to Hyunjin.

“So how have you been? I feel like I haven’t seen you in years!” He exaggerated.

“Years? We literally have art class together.” You laughed as his drunken state realised he saw you earlier today.

“Ohhh yeah… forgot about that.” He smiled, sending a small wave to a newly come party goer. “By the way, am I even allowed to talk to you? I don’t want to get punched, my face is too pretty.”

That was quick to remind you of the incident from Wednesday, though Hyunjin was making a little joke out of it and you laughed along with him, it still worried you. You hadn’t seen or heard from Yunho since then, he had been ignoring all your messages and avoiding your presence at school. Though you were annoyed at him for pretending you didn’t exist, you were annoyed at yourself for bringing up the topic of his relationship with Hiraya one more time. When you think about it, he had never given you any true reason to distrust him. Yes — he spent more time with her at school than he did with you, but they were in the same friendship group and you weren’t a part of it that much. And you had never caught him flirting with her or him initiating the extra physical touch; it was always her.

But then another thing came back to your memory, the one thing you were trying your hardest to erase…

“Aww, is the valedictorian afraid that the southside scum is gonna steal his precious girlfriend?” San taunted, smirking as the red tint grew up Yunho’s neck. ‘Oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ filtered out of the students' mouths, this being the most interesting thing to happen in the school ever.

“San stop, please-”

“I mean, how precious is she really?” He cut you off, watching your expression change from concern to confusion along with Yunho’s. “Considering you seem to spend more time with your girl-friend than your girlfriend.”

Your face dropped as Yunho looked at you, the reality of the comment hitting you like a truck. Someone else had noticed it and brought it up, the unusually close relationship Yunho held towards Hiraya. Steam practically blew out of Yunho’s ears before he threw a punch towards San’s direction, but the bulkier boy was fast and dodged the flying fist, Yunho’s hand dinting the innocent locker door. It was then you realised he was no longer angry at San for flirting with you, but for bringing her up. He started to throw punches the moment she was brought up, not you.

Another reminder: you hadn’t seen San since then either, not in class, not at lunch, nowhere at school. You had seen the other three boys in his gang, but not him. Surely, he wasn’t suspended and Yunho was let off easy. Hyunjin noticed your absence in the conversation, quickly asking you if you were alright.

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay.” Sending him a smile to cover up your drifting thoughts. “And you’ll be fine, Yunho won’t punch you.”

“Thank god!” He dramatically sighed, clasping his chain as if they were pearls. “But, that was sweet of him to defend you like that. What a great boyfriend!”

The innocence that Hyunjin held was sweet, but all you could do was shrug and force a smile. As Hyunjin started to talk about something arty that you weren’t too focused on, your eyes gazed around the crowded house looking for familiarity. The first person you recognised, who was squished in the living room, his height standing taller than everyone else was Yunho, dancing with his friends with a drink in his hand. Before you could get his attention, yours was pulled to the door of the kitchen, Seonghwa calling your name and holding two drinks in his hand. You bid goodbye to Hyunjin and promised to talk more later, to make up for the ‘missed years’, and made your way over to Seonghwa.

“Yeosang said you weren’t a huge drinker so he got you something fruity.” Seonghwa handed you the drink, taking a sip and grimacing at the bitter after taste of the alcohol.

You glanced around the busy kitchen at all the chaos — people chugging drinks, excessive flirters, people snorting all sorts of substances lined up on the benches. So many illegal activities that Northsiders commit without their parents’ knowledge, it’s exactly why the host of parties collects all phones until people leave; to make sure no pictures get out about any of this.

Just as Seonghwa was about to lead you outside to where Yeosang relocated, a large hand tugged at your wrist, a familiar hand. You spun around and were met with the view of Yunho’s chest, looking up at his eyes quickly. The tall boy looked down at you, his eyes filled with so many emotions, yet there was no anger in them, not like Wednesday. Was he finally ready to talk about it, to apologise?

“Can we talk?” He asked, his fingers hesitantly grazing over yours. “Please baby.”

A nickname you hadn’t heard in a while, so long that it almost felt wrong to hear. You turned to Seonghwa, explaining you’ll find him again, concern catered his face and he reassuringly asked if you were sure about talking to him. Appreciating his concern, you returned him with a soft smile and waved him away gently, Seonghwa instantly going to find Yeosang in case anything happened.

Yunho intertwined his fingers in yours and pulled you into the downstairs bathroom, locking the door behind himself.

The room was small, almost claustrophobic, making you feel trapped in a way. Yunho turned to you but couldn’t meet your eyes, not for more than a few seconds. Verbal silence filled the room, the dance music muffled in the background — the two of you were both thinking of what to say, unsure where to start and subconsciously waiting for the other to talk first.

“I’m sorry-” Interrupting one another, both of you letting out an awkward chuckle.

“Ladies first.” Yunho’s voice was awkward, almost unsure of what to say.

You also didn’t know what to say. Do you yell at him again? That wouldn’t turn out well. Do you apologise? But, there wasn’t anything for you to apologise for. Do you forgive him? If he apologises.

“I-I’m sorry for getting mad at you about Hiraya again, I know you don’t like her like that.” You sighed, like you knew you were completely lying to yourself. “I know you love me.”

A small smile curled at Yunho’s lips, inching closer to you and letting his large hands engulf your face, holding you gently before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. Sparks flew between the two of you, sharing a longing kiss, lips moving over each other with delicacy.

“I do love you, Y/N.” Yunho whispered against your lips before pulling away to look at your face, love filtering his eyes again. “And I’m sorry for getting jealous, I know you wouldn’t cheat on me. I just get so worried about losing you and it makes me do crazy shit.”

The confession made your knees weak, maybe the love from the beginning of your relationship still remained the same, hard to falter. You held his hand on your cheek, embarking in the sentimental moment before placing a chaste kiss to his lips once more. “I promise, you’ll never lose me.”

His smile brightened before passionately kissing you, tongues dancing together as the kiss grew heavy. The music in the background flooded into the room as the door swiftly opened, a random boy standing there with a disturbed face, stating his need to pee. Yunho grabbed your hand gently and the two of you left the bathroom, reentering the fast-paced party environment. He placed a kiss on your cheek before running off to his friends, an ‘I love you’ quickly whispered before you made your way outside to find Yeosang and Seonghwa.

Walking through the kitchen and into the backyard, it was just as packed as inside; drunk swimmers, secret makeout corners, plus a few beer pong tables that Seonghwa and Yeosang were huddled around playing terribly. Seonghwa spotted you and was quick to wrap his arm around your waist, instantly checking up on you and being reassured when he saw that the glint of happiness in your eyes. As Yeosang chugged one of the few left drinks that a ball fell into, his eyes widened at the sight of you as if he hadn’t seen you in months. Throwing the cup away, he pushed past Seonghwa and hugged you tightly.

“Oh my bestest friend!” He cheered, the intoxication in him very obvious as he wobbled into your arms. “Where have you been all my life!”

All you could was laugh at his messy drunk self, always growing more affectionate once he got a few shots in him. His attention was swiftly pulled back to the ongoing beer pong game as the ball landed in their final cup, Seonghwa quick to swallow the contents whilst the two boys they versed were cheering happily, begging for another game.

“Nah, I’m done for now.” Seonghwa yielded his hands up, the boys booing him as a bystander replaced his spot with Yeosang. Seonghwa linked arms with you before leading you over to an outdoor lounge, surprisingly empty and secluded enough from lingering ears, his curiosity of your conversation with Yunho obvious. “So what happened, is everything okay between the two of you?”

“Yeah, everything is good now.” You smiled, Seonghwa showing one of his own with a sigh of relief. “We both apologised and cleared everything up.”

Seonghwa sat and intently listened to the in depth explanation of your conversation, his face changing with each emotion he felt until he finally smiled. You could tell he was still suspicious of Yunho, but he was keeping quiet about it, even though his facial subtitles were struggling to.

“As long as you’re okay, that’s all that matters to me.” Seonghwa said, his genuine caring attitude filling your heart. It wasn’t before a drunk Yeosang came running towards the two of you to interrupt, begging to go dance inside after ditching his second loss at beer pong.

“Come on, the dance floor needs us!” He whined before dragging you inside.

As the three of you entered the living room, your eyes scanned the area, still in search of the brunette biker you had yet to see tonight. Your eyes landed on his taller friend, dancing surrounded by girls with drunken hearts in their eyes. You had learnt that his name was Mingi, and the shorter extremely strong boy next to him was Jongho, but the other two of the gang were nowhere. You knew he was here, his bike was right outside, so how had you not seen a single sight of him yet?

It’s not even that you particularly wanted to see him, maybe a part of you did, but you did want to apologise for the rude behaviour of your boyfriend, even if it wasn’t your responsibility. But in this moment, you focused on Seonghwa and Yeosang, the two of them swaying alongside you.

The party had grown ravenous, music blasting through the mansion and vibrating the floors, causing an earthquake effect. The living room was filled to the brim with drunk teenagers dancing their hearts out, all cares and worries flushed away by the alcohol and drugs in their systems. Yeosang stood in the middle of the dance floor practically throwing it back on Hyunjin whilst people around them cheered, You and Seonghwa danced together more to the side but kept an eye on your best friend. The floor bounced beneath you as Seonghwa twirled you around, causing you to wobble and fall into him, catching you without any effort — he was drunk too but his sober kindness still held.

Signing to Seonghwa that you wanted more drinks, offering to grab him one in the process, you pushed your way through the sweaty crowd to venture into the kitchen. Though the music was still loud, it was quiet enough for the ringing in your ears to become prominent, the kitchen now sitting empty. Searching through all the bottles for your favourite, you poured the substances into, hopefully clean, empty solo cups before a familiar voice interrupted you.

“Hey princess.” You turned your head and were met with a sharp gaze, the first you had seen of tonight. “Pour me one as well?”

San handed you his empty cup and watched as you shakily poured in his drink of choice, topping up the other two you had already started on. You passed him his drink, his fingers lightly grazing over yours and sending an electric shock through your body. That familiar smirk curled onto his face, his eyes still intently holding eye contact as he took a sip without grimacing.

He looked way too handsome for his own good, it was almost unfair to every other guy at the party. Wearing his regular style of leather jacket and jeans, his hair messily fell across his forehead yet it looked intentionally perfect. His face was slightly flushed with a pink undertone, a visible effect of his intoxication though he held himself soberly. The silver rings on his fingers shimmered in the dim light of the kitchen, evidently bringing attention to the veininess of his hands. He was undeniably hot. And he was quick to notice your eyes drifting over him, cocking an eyebrow at you and dragging you out of your fantasies.

“I haven’t seen you at school the past few days?” You stated, yet it sounded like a question.

“Oh yeah, just had some family stuff going on.” He quickly assured. “Nothing your pretty little brain needs to worry about.”

The words ‘pretty little brain’ caused your stomach to flip.

No, stop reacting like that body!

As he continued to sip on his drink, your eyes glazed over his face once more, instantly drawn to the small bruise on his jawline from where Yunho had landed a punch. Another reminder of the incident, and a reminder that made you feel the need to apologise to the man stood in front of you — even if you weren’t the one who punched him. You knew Yunho would rather fail all his classes than apologise to San, but you wanted to release any possible bad blood. Also, the fact that you were rude to him even after he was defending you had tormented your brain with guilt all week.

“Hey, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry that Yunho punched you. He can get a little… overly jealous.” You mumbled, San raising his eyebrows at the unnecessary apology from you. “And… I’m sorry for telling you to fuck off.”

“That’s fine,” He chuckled, his dimples prominent in his cheeks as he smiled. “You know, you don’t need to apologise for anything, right?”

All you could do was nod, looking down at the drinks in your hands before meeting his eyes once more. There was a softness to them, not like the usual mocking or flirtatious teasing look he usually held — his eyes were kind, sympathetic. You felt like you couldn’t talk with the way he stared at you, his eyes sticking to your face rather than moving across your body, so intense with his eye contact it produced electricity between the two of you.

“Yeah, I know…” You muttered, almost inaudible. “But I just… felt like I should.”

San moved closer to you, now only standing centimetres away, close enough to feel his warm breath caress your face. The scent of his cologne filled your nose, along with the mixture of alcohol from the both of you. You know you should’ve backed away, but you couldn’t, you didn’t want to. His hand drifted towards yours, with a hesitance that was atypical to his normal confident behaviour, his fingertips tickling at yours before pulling away. You were thankful that the kitchen was empty, because if someone caught you in this predicament, it would be unexplainable — the unknown lingering eyes of someone in the hallway saw it all.

“Don’t apologise for things that aren’t your fault.” San observed, he had noticed there was a pattern of you apologising for other people. “Besides, I actually got all of my punches in, he got me once.”

You shouldn’t have laughed, but it just slipped out. The surprised look and slap of your hand to your mouth almost made San melt into the floor, it was one of the cutest things he had ever seen. A strange feeling bubbled in his stomach, one he had never felt before and never wanted to, convincing himself it was just the liquor.

“Well, I have to get these back to Seonghwa,” You gestured at the drinks in your hands before passing by him with a sweet smile. “But I’ll see you later?”

“See you later, princess.” His familiar smirk and wink appeared on his face, earning a sassy eye roll from you as you entered the blasting living room once more and quickly located Seonghwa.

San was conflicted on his feelings towards you, the unusual sensation still fluttering around in his stomach as he watched you leave. He wanted to follow you, to be around you again, but he knew he shouldn’t, and he couldn’t. Yes: he had no trouble with ruining the romantic relationships of other people by sleeping with the girlfriend, and the effects of causing heartbreak on them never seem to affect him. But the thought of you being upset and heartbroken if he ever succeeded in making a move with you made him angry at the fake scenario of himself. He needed a release, a distraction from all these confusing thoughts in his head.

And the solution?

The girl who waltzed into the kitchen after you left, who had been sending heart eyes of desperation to San all night.

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The night grew tired, for you, your social battery drained and your body already preparing for the massive hangover tomorrow morning. The party was still fierce, you seeming to be the only one who is ready to leave. Spotting Seonghwa on the couch talking to a short blue haired boy, someone you didn’t recognise, you stumbled over and squeezed yourself next to him, instantly welcomed with an arm flung around your shoulder. Though he was still mid conversation with the boy, he was quick to notice your fatigue.

“Are you ready to go?” He whispered close to your ear and you nodded sluggishly.

“Where’s Yeosang?” Scanning the room and not seeing a glance of him. Seonghwa shrugged, standing up and holding his hand out for you as he pulled you to your feet.

You decided to split up quickly to find him, considering this house was huge and there were about fifty rooms to look through. Agreeing that you’d start your search upstairs, you struggled through the sweaty crowd and made your way upstairs. You opened every door to every room, and got slightly traumatised in the process by the amount of hookups you accidently walked in on, praying someone would fall into you with bleach that would land in your eyes.

Opening one of the final doors in the hallway, one you knew to be Hyunjin’s room so you expected it to be free of any… activity, especially since you just saw him downstairs and would think people would have enough respect to not hook up in the host’s bed.

You were proven wrong quite quickly.

Swinging the door open, your eyes connected with the boy’s in an instant — but it wasn’t Yeosang. Though the only light being produced was from the hallway behind you, those sharp eyes and shit-eating smirk were easily recognisable.

There lay San, hands resting behind his head as a faceless girl bounced up and down desperately on him. The light produced shadows that cascaded over his muscular chest, his abs prominent in the darkness. The girl riding him hadn’t even noticed your presence, your hesitant to exit presence, but San noticed you. He watched as your cheeks grew red, your body twitching slightly as his eyes glazed over you, a smirk curled deeply on his lips.

You don’t know why you hesitated to leave, almost hypnotised by the sight of him. A strange sensation grew in the pit of your stomach at it. The way his hands refused to touch the girl; the way she was hopelessly arching her back and moaning loudly; the way he was staring at you and not the girl giving him pleasure. Your stare was broken by his sudden question.

“Wanna join?”

That snapped you out of your hypnosis and made you realise you were standing there for way too long. Your cheeks grew a crimson red at your flustered state before swiftly closing the door, hearing a raspy chuckle fall from San’s lips a second before the door closed. You let out a deep breath you didn’t know you were holding, shaking your head of all the confusing emotions you felt throughout your entire body.

You shuffled away from the room hastily and began to move back downstairs before hearing soft noises coming from the upstairs bathroom. Lightly knocking on the door and calling Yeosang’s name, you were met with no answer, just quiet muffled voices. Shaking the door handle and turning it, the sight before you was the most shocking one of the night.

There stood Yunho, his pants puddled at his ankles and his legs wedged between a girl’s hitched up skirt — Hiraya, who sat on the bathroom sink, legs wrapped around his waist. Their heads swung towards the open door, ready to scold the person who interrupted, their faces dropping as soon as they saw it was you.

“A-are you fucking kidding me?” Tears welled up in your eyes, already spilling down your cheeks as you stared in disbelief.

You glared at Hiraya who returned you with a cruel smirk, knowing she had just ruined your relationship. Yunho stared back at you with wide eyes, stumbling away from her and stuttering insincere apologies, begging you for forgiveness. You slammed the door in his face as he came towards you, bolting down the stairs with streaming tears. You felt like you were about to be sick, not only because of the alcohol in your system, but because the gut feeling you had tried to ignore for so long had been true all this time. You needed to get out of there now, with or without Yeosang and Seonghwa.

“Hey, I haven’t found him yet- Woah, what happened, are you okay?” Seonghwa stood at the bottom of the stairs, watching as you came down in an emotional wreck. You were unable to form words, pushing past him and out the door. “Y/N- Wait, Y/N!”

He was concerned and confused at your state, but his questions were answered by the tall boy stumbling down the stairs calling your name hopelessly. Seonghwa pieced the puzzle pieces together quickly at Yunho’s distressed state. “What the fuck did you do to her?” Seonghwa yelled with so much anger in his voice, Yunho hushed him and continued his chase.

Trying your hardest to get away from him, the sound of his desperate calls blurred in the background, but it was easy for him to catch up to you with his long legs.

“Please, baby-”

“Don’t call me that!” You spun around, the sudden motion causing him to stop in his place. The argument garnered unwanted eyes to stare at you, but you didn’t care. “You don’t get to call me that anymore.”

“It was a mistake, I swear-”

“How can you mistakenly slip your dick into someone else?!” Sadness was replaced with anger as you shouted at him.

“All this time you would accuse me of cheating when you were the one doing it! And don’t tell me this was a one time thing, I realise now that it wasn’t. I knew something changed after you went on that holiday with her over the summer, and this explains everything. I can’t believe you!”

Yunho stood there taking it all, he knew he deserved it, and yet he still had tears forming in his eyes. He wanted to say something, but he knew nothing he would say would change anything. Your feelings for him would never be the same, the love your relationship once had would never return.

“God, it was so obvious too but I chose to ignore it because I loved you.” As soon as the word love turned into a past tense, he knew.

���P-please, I’m so sorry Y/N.” He cried, stepping closer to you and watching as you moved a step away. “Please forgive me-”

You scoffed at his pathetic begging. Did he seriously think that after months of cheating and getting away with it, one little stuttered apology would fix it all? You couldn’t believe the words that fell out of his mouth. If he told you ‘good morning’, you would go outside and check the time: that’s how much trust you had for him now. You wiped your tear-stained cheeks with your sleeve, now holding the waterworks of your broken emotions.

“How can I forgive you for something like this?” You sobbed, your eyes already beginning to blur with tears once more. “I can never trust you again.”

“You said that I would never lose you.” Yunho reminded you, a promise from your earlier conversation.

And it was a lie, just like how he said he wouldn’t cheat on you and how he loved you. Everything mentioned in the bathroom earlier that night was a lie on top of another lie, nothing truthful coming out of it.

“That was before you cheated on me.”

“Please Y/N-”

“No, we’re done.” Was all you said before storming off to the car, quick to hop in and let your emotions flow out once more.

Seonghwa and Yeosang rushed out through the door after watching everything occur, Seonghwa pushing past Yunho and calling him out for being a complete idiot, and Yeosang mumbling a drunken threat to punch him if he could right now. Yunho’s shoulders hung low as he watched the car leave the driveway, turning around to see all the curious stares of outside lingerers. Awkwardly smiling, he started walking back towards the house but was blocked by a figure at the front door, one who also watched the entire thing go down. Anger flourished quickly within Yunho as the broad-shouldered figure smirked back at him before returning inside.

Out of the three of you, Seonghwa was definitely the most sober, though you were convinced you had just cried out all of your alcohol intoxication. Stealing Yeosang’s car keys before placing him in the back with you, instantly pulling you in for an embrace and holding you tight for the rest of the ride whilst you cried into his shoulder, Seonghwa hopped in the driver's seat and drove back to Yeosang’s house. The drive was quiet, the only sound being your muffled cries and comforting shushes from your best friend before Seonghwa finally pulled into Yeosang’s driveway.

Tiptoeing through the dead silence of the hallways, every creek of the floorboards threatening to wake up the entire house, you eventually found Yeosang’s room. He was quick to retrieve pyjamas for everyone and set up the couch in the corner of his room.

“You two sleep on the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” He whispered, not wanting to wake his parents.

“No dude, this is your bed.” Seonghwa murmured just as quietly. “You two sleep in the bed and I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Everyone sleep in the bed, please. It’s large enough to fit us all comfortably.” You mumbled in return. Honestly, you needed the comfort of the both of them and they could tell, the two of them quickly agreeing and climbing into bed.

As soon as they hit the bed, they knocked out, their soft snores filling the room. And though your body was exhausted, your brain was too wracked with emotion, struggling to allow you to sleep. You stared up at the ceiling, tears still managing to creep out of the corners of your eyes but you felt emotionless. The sudden warmth of Seonghwa’s body turning and cuddling into you was enough comfort to help you drift off to sleep, brain fogging all memories of Yunho.

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The warmth of the morning sun caused a gleam through Yeosang’s room, the temperature quickly matching the heat outside. Your body ached as you awoke from your deep slumber, eyes stinging and ears ringing, your face had an extra puff to it this morning due to the previous night’s endless cries. Facing Yeosang’s back, you watched as his shoulders rose and fell contently, still in a deep sleep. You turned in bed quietly and were met with an absence of the third body who slept next to you last night. 

Through puffy eyes, you scanned the room until the sudden creeks of the bedroom door opening answered any questions — Seonghwa and Yeosang’s mother quietly entered the room with trays of tea, coffee and breakfast, and placed them on the nightstand next to the bed. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead and rubbing your cheek with her thumb, Yeosang’s mother gave you a pitiful smile before leaving the three of you alone: Seonghwa must’ve mentioned something about your very fresh break up.

The smell of eggs and bacon filled the room and woke Yeosang immediately, already starting to devour the food the moment his eyes opened. Seonghwa handed you a cup of tea before sitting at the end of the bed, facing you and Yeosang who lent against the headboard comfortably. The room remained silent as you all ate, but you could tell they had so many questions and you knew neither of them would push you to explain, even when their curiosity was so intense. They had seen half of the argument, mostly the part where you finally broke up with the idiot, so they weren’t entirely sure as to what happened and why you were so upset — though they had a pretty accurate idea.

“How are you feeling, Y/N?” Seonghwa quietly asked, almost in a whisper but loud enough to break the silence.

You weren’t entirely sure how to answer, there were so many emotions that you felt: melancholy, anger, insecurity, grief. A single word would be unable to explain every feeling you had at this current time. All you could do was shrug softly, looking down and twirling the spoon in your tea, watching as it rippled against the cup.

“Can I ask…” Seonghwa started, his voice hesitant. “What exactly happened?”

“Yeah, we just saw you break up, but what caused it?” Yeosang added to the questions.

The silence grew once more as you gathered your thoughts, all memories of the previous night filing into your brain and beginning to trigger more unwanted tears, but you held them back. Taking a sip of tea to distract your brain and stop the threatening waterworks, you centred yourself and began to explain.

“He cheated on me with his best friend.” You sniffled lightly, eyes glassing over with unspilled tears. “He has been for months, and I was too stupid to notice.”

“Don’t say that, how would you have known?” Seonghwa held your hand in his, squeezing it comfortingly.

“He’s the stupid one, losing the best girl he’ll ever have.” Yeosang insisted, his mouth stuffed with bacon yet he still tried to be serious, but he accepted the small giggle that came from you.

You explained everything in detail, the two boys growing extremely protective of you as every chapter of the story got read, both ready to go to Yunho’s house right now and beat him up. Insisting that everything with you would be fine and to just forget about the tall boy entirely, you swiftly changed the subject into asking how their nights went before the three of you left.

Seonghwa talked about how nice Hyunjin was and how they got to know each other a little better, before his attention was drawn away by the blue haired boy who was sat next to him on the couch before your interruption. Learning his name was Hongjoong and that he attended the school in the town over, you and Yeosang admired as Seonghwa babbled on about the boy, his cheeks turning a shade of rosy pink with every mention. When you brought up his interest in the topic, his ears turned bright red and his eyes became shifty, lips holding an awkward little smile that was actually adorable.

“W-what about you, Yeosang?” Seonghwa stuttered, attempting to change the topic so his embarrassment wouldn’t show anymore. “How was your night?”

“Yeah, and where were you for half of it?”

Yeosang was surprised by the subject change, simply explaining that he got really drunk and couldn’t remember much of what happened, but you could tell when he was lying. You could always tell, Seonghwa hadn’t quite learnt the signs of it yet, but you have known for a long time. The way his eyebrows slightly twitch in furrow, his ears and neck turning a light shade of pink that was almost unnoticeable due to his tanned skin, his lisp growing slightly more prominent with every lie that fell from his tongue.

“Who were you in the bathroom with?” Seonghwa asked, something that was news to you. He explained that after you ran out, he had found Yeosang exiting the bathroom and had heard mumbles of conversation come from it seconds beforehand.

“Oh my god, did you hook up with someone Yeo?” You asked, your voice laced with excitement.

“Ah- what, no!” He was quick to shut down. “It was just some random person, I didn’t know them.”

You and Seonghwa continued talking about the party, the good parts, not entirely aware of the shutdown Yeosang was going through. He suddenly grew quiet as he reminded himself of the small parts of the night, a very confusing night.

_________________________ A Wooyoung and Yeosang drabble

❝ but there's a part of me that recognises you, do you feel it too? ❞ 🎧 now playing   chihiro ; billie eilish

Yeosang’s brain was a jumbled mess, the multiple shots and drinks he chugged finally catching up to him. He rushed upstairs to the bathroom, banging on the locked door before hearing a strained moan of ‘occupied!’. His cheeks began to grow hot and numb, vomit threatening to spill onto the thousand dollar carpet if he couldn’t make it to a safe place.

He wobbled his way back downstairs and threw himself into the unoccupied bathroom, chundering into the toilet the moment his knees fell to the ground, substantial amounts of puke continuously spilling from his mouth turning the toilet into the bright colours of the fruity drinks. As his body calmed back down, his head fell against the toilet seat still slightly drooling.

“Jesus fucking christ.” An unknown voice from above, in an almost mocking tone. “Things never change, you’re still such a lightweight.”

The voice finally rendered in Yeosang’s brain, turning his head and peering through watery blurred eyes, he could still recognise that oreo coloured hair anywhere. Wiping his chin with toilet paper before flushing it down along with his mess, he scrambled back to his feet, his eyes gaining some sort of consciousness and staring at Wooyoung’s sly smirk and hazy eyes.

Yeosang watched as he lent his head down to the sink, pressing down on one nostril and holding a rolled up piece of paper to his other before deeply snorting the white power that was lined up. Throwing his head back and breathing in the substance before wiping any residue away with his sleeve — the sleeve of the red hoodie that Yeosang got him for his last birthday they celebrated together.

“Clearly things don’t change with you either…” Yeosang slurred his words slightly, holding his mouth from another threat of vomit. Wooyoung glared at him through intoxicated eyes, leaning up against the wall with crossed arms and scoffing at the insinuation; the reality. Both of them stood in silence — Yeosang stared down at his feet to avoid any eye contact, but Wooyoung was adamant in holding his glare on him.

“So when are you gonna quit the ignoring act and talk to me?” Wooyoung questioned, an eyebrow cocking up as he relaxed more against the wall.

“Ignoring act?” Yeosang repeated, genuine confusion masking his face. “Wooyoung, you told me to never talk to you again.”

“True, but I expected you to fight for us more like you usually did.”

Yeosang couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he almost believed he was hallucinating. Did Wooyoung seriously not remember anything? How dare he blame anything dealing with the end of their relationship on Yeosang, when he fully knows it was all his fault.

“A-are you kidding me?” Yeosang stuttered.

“Wooyoung, I fought my hardest for you, for us, and you threw it all away for some fucking biker gang you hardly knew! I tried to protect you for months, and when that didn’t work, I let you use me as your personal punching bag praying that it would click but it didn’t! And after all of that, I messaged you every day for three months even when you blocked my number! So don’t tell me I didn’t fight for it!”

Tears were threatening to fall from Yeosang’s eyes as he lectured the boy, whose expression changed from loathing to… melancholy. Wooyoung stepped closer to Yeosang, moving a hand to hold his cheek and noticing as he flinched away slightly, the trembled movement causing Wooyoung’s heart to break in two. But once his hand gently cupped Yeosang’s face, he melted into the touch, a stray tear escaping his eye and being wiped clean by Wooyoung’s thumb.

The first time they had seen each other in years, the first time they had spoken in years, the first time they had touched in years. It felt surreal, like the universe was falling apart, but it’s all the two of them wanted.

Wooyoung’s other hand made it up to Yeosang’s face, now holding him with the most delicate touch as to not break him. He could finally see the emotion in Yeosang’s eyes, the hurt he had been holding for so long, the love he still had for Wooyoung even after everything he did to him. And Yeosang could see something too; regret.

Wooyoung opened his mouth to say something but the words got caught up like a lump in his throat, speaking quieter than a whisper. “I’m sorry…”

Yeosang wasn’t sure if he heard him right over the loud muffled music. An apology, after all this time? Why did he wait until now? Nothing made sense in his inebriated brain. Wooyoung looked up at him, deep brown eyes filled with sorrow and a silent plea for forgiveness  He inched his face closer to Yeosang’s, their alcoholic breaths mixing between them, an effect causing Yeosang to suddenly become sober and remember all the torturous things Wooyoung had done to him. He could tell Wooyoung was drugged up and in need of physical attention, and he knew it would be easiest to get from someone he hurt, knowing that person still held so much love and hope for him — and that person was Yeosang.

Abruptly, he pushed Wooyoung away, his back hitting the wall of the small bathroom. He looked at Yeosang in shock, never knowing he could fight back. But how would he know when he’s been gone for years, and how would he know that the only reason Yeosang fights back on occasion is because of him.

“You’re not sorry.” Yeosang growled, eyes glassing with tears once more as he glared at the oreo-haired boy. “You seriously expect me to believe that after all these years, you’re finally sorry? No, you’re not, you just want to know if you still have power over me.” Wooyoung’s face dropped emotionless, chewing on his lip to hold back any of his own tears.

“Well, you don’t.” Yeosang said, his voice serious and unwavering. Wooyoung stood there in disbelief, the best memories they shared flooding his brain as he watched Yeosang hastily exit the bathroom.

Yeosang closed the door behind him, leaning against it with closed eyes and letting out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding. The sudden movement coming down stairs pulled him out of his relaxation, watching as you stormed down with a distressed look on your face, Yunho hurrying behind you and babbling incoherent excuses. Yeosang watched as the two of you burst out the front doors. Seonghwa turned around from the bottom of the stairs after watching you run out, his eyes quickly finding Yeosang and grabbing his hand.

“I think it’s time to go.” He whispered, and Yeosang followed him outside to find you, grabbing your three phones as they left.

. . . ⇢ next chapter

author's note sorry this chapter is late, i've had some personal issues happen but hopefully everyone enjoys !! i've also updated the dates on the releases just because i know some chapters are going to be a lot longer than others + the two chapters released in one day

this chapter was a lot longer but after rereading it, some of the plot was pretty pointless and had no connection to anything in the future so i removed it: which is exactly why this chapter has taken so long to edit (also peak the woosang drabble at the end >.<)

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So BOOM the readers at a party. She a little tipsy and some girl bump into her. The reader like oh bitches can’t say excuse me. Ony trying to de- escalate the situation. Also sorry if your ask are closed. I couldn’t find anything on your page to tell me if they are.

when it came to parties ony picked and chose when he would and wouldn’t agree with you going, unless he was going himself. it wasn’t very often when your boyfriend would go to parties, but since he successfully made a big drop the previous night he thought it’d be nice to go out and enjoy himself at a party as a regular nigga and not a drug dealer.

“lemme tell you sum” his deep voice rang in your diamond stud covered ears. before he could let you out of the car, ony always made sure to let you know what it was before letting you go inside with him. “you know the rules, when you go to the bathroom give me your cup. don’t be drinking too much, and act like you got a head on those pretty shoulders, aight?” you nodded your head before leaning over the center console and giving him a sloppy kiss.

it didn’t take thirty minutes before sasha had you taking shot after shot. the slight buzz from the alcohol making your words a little slurred as you sung. “sex wit me s’amazinggggg!” you yelled along to rihanna, dancing all over sasha to the beat of the song. of course she didn’t stop you, but once ony saw you he knew it was time to take that cup away. “hol on man, i gotta go get my baby” he mumbled, shaking his head as he made his way to the middle of the floor.

ony was having a really good night, the weight of working finally lifted off his shoulders as he smiled while walking towards you. as your eyes met his you squealed, excitedly skipping towards him before continuing your dance on him. “hey pretty girl. how much you had t’drink?” you were still sober to the point where you knew you had three shots and a couple sips of jungle juice, smiling as you went on your tippy toes for a quick kiss. “not t’much i promise daddy”

ony smiled at the pet name, knowing your decorum was disintegrating along with your sobriety. “that’s good let me know when-” “i gotta pee papa!” you whisper yelled, but ony heard you, giving you a soft smile before taking your hand and walking towards the bathroom. you didn’t even take three steps before your hand was yanked from his as some random bitch bumped into you. ony thought nothing of it, reconnecting his hand with yours before trying to continue his journey.

“bitches is mute now? cant say excuse me?” your giggly attitude instantly replaced with anger as you stared the girl down. she whipped her head around, getting ready to say something smart. “who the fuck you calling a bitch?” ony knew you weren’t a girl who liked to argue so as soon as he saw you moving your bag off your shoulder he butted in. “unt uhh unt uhh we not doing that” he said. before you could handle your business, your movements were stopped by his tattooed arm on your waist.

“yeaa put that one on a leash” the girl giggled as she watched you try to move his arm so you can really show her what’s good. ony knew how you got when you were tipsy and was more than a hundred percent sure you could whoop this girl’s ass, but he was always against you fighting. but though that is true, he didn’t play about how people talked to or about you either. “man watch your mouth and go on somewhere. m’tryna keep her from fucking you up and you making it hard for me to want to.”

“and you, calm your little ass down for i take you to the bathroom for sum else” his deep voice made your eyes snap up towards his. stern look making your stomach get butterflies, but you feigned indifference. you rolled your eyes and continued your journey to the bathroom, mumbling something along the lines of “you lucky bitch” as you turned around.

as soon as you got to the bathroom he turned your body towards his, hand on your ass while he gave you a stern look. your eyes widened as you looked up at your now mildly pissed off boyfriend. “what i say in the car huh? you not being good ma.” he said softly. ony knew you can get a little emotional when you drank so he made sure to be as delicate as possible right now.

a pout formed on your face, eyes getting a little watery from the affects of the alcohol. like he figured, your emotions were all over the place. “s-she bumbed int’me firsttt” ony already knew you were getting ready to cry so he chose not to push the subject any further, giving you a few short pecks “sh sh sh s’okay baby i’m not mad at you. gon head and pee so you can go have fun okay?” he let you go to handle you business, sighing in relief when he seen your smile grow back on your face. he hated when you cried.

after you finished and washed your hands you went to go open the door, but ony stopped you, placing his tattooed hand on top of yours before speaking lowly to you. “you gon be good when you go back out there right? don’t wanna have to embarrass you” his words traveled straight to your panties, making you quickly nod your head as a reply. “speak up mama. you gon be good?” he turned your body around, tilting your chin up so he could see your eyes clearly. “i’ll be good” a smirk crept onto his face, gold grills peeking at you before he left a light kiss on your lips. free hand gripping your ass as he spoke.

“you better”

[allisie]

Hi, I love your writing ❤️

could I request something for Nate? like he and the reader are fighting and she gets hurt because he scared her and then he apologize? thank you 🥰

Simply Us

nate jacobs x reader

Euphoria Masterlist

NB // for some reason, when asked to write kinda angst stuff, I almost never follow script.

⚠️ warning ⚠️: Nate being a closer representation of his tv counter part, talk of insecurities, nate choking reader,

"Your fucking him aren't you. You trap me into this picture-perfect relationship and then go open your legs behind my back. Huh," Nate whispers into my ear. I had just gotten back from hanging out with Fez all evening at the convenience store.

"Jacobs what the fuck are you talking about," I ask.

"I should have known you're just like her, just repackaged. At least she looked the part of my perfect girl. At least she had the decency to do that much work in the relationship," Nate continued, his voice getting louder. Nate put his hands on the counter in front of me, effectively trapping me as he pushed his body onto mine.

"Why are you saying this? I didn't do shit. What are you talking about? I love you and you alone," you whisper, turning to face him. Placing your water on the counter.

"Did I say shit about love....... and you should be the first to know you don't need love to fuck someone. How can I ever trust you again" Nate moved his hands to my head.

"That's the thing with relationships, nate. You have to trust the other person in the relationship," I reply, my eyes searching his face for any signs of him believing my words.

"And have I ever, tested your trust. Tell me, when have I ever made you question my love for you," He asks, his hands moving to my neck. His eyes stared into mine.

"First month into dating, you still left flowers in Maddy's locker every day. Drove her to school, stayed at her house when you got wasted drunk," I state without a second of hesitation. Nate made me feel second to Maddie early in our relationship, and I would have left if it wasn't for the night he realised that I wouldn't stay if he didn't stop.

"Shut the fuck up," Nate shouts, "That was forever ago."

"Two hundred and seventy-nine days. You have no idea what it feels like being in a relationship with someone who loves someone else, but what else would I expect from THE NATE JACOBS, STAR QUARTERBACK, you will never have to feel how I felt," I shouted back.

"Shut the fuck up, you don't know what your talking about, you don't know me," Nate replied, his grip around my neck tightening.

"But I do, Nate. I have loved you since I was ten. Before Maddy, before you decided to become the buffest guy in the grade, I loved you when no one knew who you were in school. Then it all changed in one summer," I reply softly, my eyes filled with tears and my hands around his wrists.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT UP!! SHUT UP! YOU KNOW NOTHING!!" Nate shouts, his face turning red and his grip on my throat increasing.

"THEN TELL ME! OR AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH!! MAYBE I SHOULD GO GET MADDY!" I shout back before reaching up and slapping Nate across his face. Nate grip loosens around my neck as he tales a step back, and I move, putting more distance between us.

"I swear to god, I will kill you," Nate states after regaining his bearings. His eyes locked onto me.

"Do your worse. Just know that I love you until my last breath," I respond, tears falling down my face.

It was a couple of hours before we could look each other in the face. My neck had started to bruise in the shape of Nate's hand, and his face was scratched from my nails. I hid away in his bedroom while he sat in his bathroom. Walking out of his bathroom, Nate sees me sitting on his bed, my clothes exchanged for one of his shirts, and my hair pulled out of my face.

"Your hurt," Nate whispers.

"It doesn't matter, are you okay. Did I hurt you," I respond as I start to get out of bed.

"Yeah, I am fine. Let me take a look at you," Nate states, making his way over to me before I could even put my foot on the ground. He gently moves my head so he can see my bruising neck, "That looks serious. It's starting to bruise badly."

"I'll just cover it up. It's fine. You didn't mean it," I whisper as I wrap my arms around his neck.

"Stop justifying that shit. You should be running from me. Why are you so calm right now?" He asks before I pull him down into a kiss.

"I love you," I whisper again his lips.

"Your fucking crazy, you know that right,"

"Isn't that why you love me tho," I say, pulling him into another kiss.

"I am sorry," Nate whispers.

"I know," I whisper back.

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right. fuck. alright. FUCK.

Dannymay 2025! I missed so many things so here's day 1's prompt but 6 days late!

DAY 1 -- Prompt: Dragon

author: burntsora

length: 1239 words

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/65346130

only registered users can read it on ao3

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Danny always liked dragons as a kid. Don’t get him wrong, he still thinks they’re cool, but-

“Danny, look out!”

A quick yell from Sam helped Danny narrowly avoid being blasted with green flames, wincing at the ear-shattering roar Dora let out. This was getting old, wasn’t it? “Come on, Dora, it’s a school night! I have a test tomorrow!”

The only thing he got in response was another roar and a burst of flame headed towards him. He sighed. All he needed to do was get that stupid necklace off, right? He could do that.

After a few minutes of shooting ecto-blasts at it and missing (he really needed to improve his aim, didn’t he), he realized he was going to have to yank that thing off himself, so with a brief swear he set to doing exactly that.

Danny narrowly dodged being swat out of the sky by Dora’s giant claws. She was a great person, really! Just not in dragon form.

With a quick pun and a grimace (“I guess this fight’s been dragon on too long,” really? He could do better), Danny yanked off the pendant- “Ack-!”

One last swat from Dora’s hand sent him flying through the park, and it sent the necklace flying with him. Wait, the necklace! He couldn’t let it get someone else!

Before he could even think about flying back over, he hit a tree, tangling with its branches as twigs scratched him all over, almost cutting his suit in the process. But hey, at least the necklace also got hit towards him! Speaking of which, where-

The chain hit him in the neck with enough force to wrap around it, essentially tying it halfway and affecting him with its curse.

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Danny always liked dragons as a kid. They seemed much cooler than ghosts, and he always thought it was awesome that they could breathe fire and fly. He vaguely remembered playing around with Jazz when he was three, walking with his knees bent and fingers curled into pretend claws, letting out little kid roars and pretending he was a dragon as he stomped around the house, stifling giggles all the while.

Being an actual dragon wasn’t as fun.

It was as if all his emotions were amped up by a couple hundred. He cracked his eyes open, and the world looked so much smaller, or perhaps it was him who had grown much larger.

A sudden flare of foreign emotion made him wince and shake his head. It was overwhelming, feeling so much at once, like he was being smothered by a load of cotton and couldn’t breathe through it all.

He let out a growl, standing and shaking his head again, trying to dispel the uneasy feeling of everything, everywhere. He could feel his anger, his fear, his unease, all a thousand times worse than what he remembered them feeling like.

Danny!

He could barely hear anything, it was all so muffled. He hated it. The urge to scream was barely being held back. What if he hurt someone? He wouldn’t be able to live with himself.

Dude, hold still!

He felt something on him, something moving. With another shake—of his whole body this time—he moved away, snarling underneath his breath. Ancients, everything was so loud, yet he could barely hear anything at all! He could feel the energy pooling up and pulsating, a certain chill building at the front of his throat, and he could feel icy puffs come out of his nose. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to let out a bit of energy, right?

Danny, quick! We need to get the necklace off!

It wouldn’t be any harm, and he’s done enough good, right? It’s always him who has to deal with all the ghosts, and he just finished one off a few moments ago, surely they won’t mind if he let loose just once. It was so loud, and he could feel the iciness of his core building up slowly but surely, and why couldn’t everyone just leave him alone? Why did he have to keep fixing everyone’s problems? He could barely work around his!

Crap, Tucker! God, Danny just snap out of it!

He’s always helping people left and right, why can’t he just do one thing for himself? With another full body shake, he let out an ground-shaking roar, seeing the trees shake from the strength of it before letting a blast out of his mouth and watching ice explode on the ground and into the area around it, spikes forming and skewering frozen trees, the ground crumbling beneath it and sending a shockwave that even he could feel but ancients did he feel much, much better than before-

Danny! Oh my god, Danny just calm down! Can you even hear me? Crap, wait-

With another guttural noise, he let out another blast building up, getting on his feet and crawling around, towering over the park and watching its inhabitants run around, their screams only a faint buzzing in his ears. He was about to let out another roar before he felt something at his neck and his vision filled with white and suddenly, he was falling.

Danny lost consciousness when he hit the ground.

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“-y? Danny! God, you’re awake!”

Danny cracked his eyes open before squeezing them shut at the sudden light. Ancients, his head was pounding. How hard did he hit that tree earlier?

With a groan and a hand to his forehead, Danny sat up, slowly opening his eyes again with a wince. “Sam? Wha… what happened? And where’s Tucker?”

Sam furrowed her brows as her eyes flicked over Danny’s face. Was there ectoplasm on him? Leaves?

“Don’t you remember what just happened?”

“No?” What, did he let out a wail? Freeze a tree? He couldn’t remember anything after hitting the tree and- “The necklace! Where is it? Did I get it?”

“Danny- Danny, calm down! I have it in my bag now. The necklace caught on your neck. You turned into a dragon.”

…Huh?

“What? Wait, did I do anything? I didn’t hurt anyone did I?!”

Sam sucked her teeth, looking away with a somewhat unsure look on her face. “Well, no. But you did freeze a good fourth of the park.”

Danny stared at her for a solid second before swivelling his head and looking around. There were large patches of ice on the ground with spikes emerging from them, pointing up towards the sky. A few trees were frozen, and the ground was cracked in a few places. Tucker was laying unconscious a foot or two away. “Tucker! Crap, did I hurt him?”

“On accident! I don’t think you were in control when you were a dragon. Right?”

“I- No. No, I wasn’t. It was like looking through a tunnel while sleep deprived. God, how bad did I…”

“He might be concussed, but it’s not too bad. He should definitely get checked up though. Are you ok?”

“I…” Danny looked around again, before looking at his hands. He did this. Even with the amulet on, it was still his thoughts and feelings that caused him to freeze over part of the park. It was still him that hurt tucker.

“Danny?”

“…Yeah, I think I’m alright. Let’s focus on helping Tucker right now.”

Sam bit her lip, unsure, but she sighed. “Alright.”

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Danny always liked dragons as a kid. He wasn’t sure if he did anymore.

[viking-goat-420]

Fandom: X-men

Paring: Logan/reader

Rating:Smut

Title:I Love You

Summary: After getting into a fight with Logan and he walks out going after Jean you leave and Logan comes find you

A/N: I live!! Omg it's been forever I'm so for the super long wait on this! I promise the victor one is also in the works. I will be having my requests open again. Also please leave feedback it helps me alot

You knew by the way Logan had stormed out of the cabin at the back of the school where you and Logan lived and taught. Every couple has their fights but this time was different. You knew he loved you but you couldn't do it anymore you were losing him to her.

Biting your lip you try to stop the tears from falling. You had tried to explain how you felt, and that led to a huge fight, leaving you here now trying not to break down. Logan had made his choice and now you had no other one but to leave. You threw as much as you could in a bag, grabbed your keys, headed to your (y/f/c), and drove off, leaving the cabin and the man you loved.

You had kept on the move ever since, never staying in one place too long. By now, months had passed when you had rented a cabin to hold up in for the winter, and by the looks of things, It's gonna be a rough one. You groan as your back pops as you step out of the front door; the woods and bright sun greet you, and you breathe in deeply. Your body freezes as you catch his scent in the crisp air, making your stomach sink.

Having no other choice you set out for your hunt. Breaks between storms would become almost non-existent until winter was over so now was the perfect time to catch a few extra things for the standing meat freezer. Heading out, you go to your favorite spot to hunt but find the clearing is empty, so you close your eyes and focus and find that the only heartbeat is yours and his.

“Let's get this over with so you can leave, and I can get back to my hunt,” you yell out, knowing he could hear you just fine, and you could smell him as he got closer. You had tried so hard to ignore him while you tried to hunt, but it was anything but easy.

“You finally stop running? Why here?” He asks, his voice rough and strong, making you sigh at his tone, and you fight back a bitter laugh.

“Was never running Logan that was always your thing and we both know you lost your old memories so if you can't remember this place then we have nothing to talk about” you snap feeling hurt and your heart breaks all over again as you turn towards him never making eye contact as you pass by him. Only Logan is faster and grabs your arm stopping you from walking away from him.

“You're the one who packed your shit and left without a word princess, not me!” He growls and you fight the tears at the nickname, his nickname for you. You refused to let your emotions win and you became angry.

“Don't call me that! Don't fucking act like you care,” you snarl, and he flinches back like you had punched him. Without giving him time to say anything, you rush off into the woods and safely back into your cabin, and Logan is hot on your heels and into your cabin.

“Of course, I care! Ya really think I would be tracking you this whole time if I didn't!?” he growls, grabbing your arm and turning you to face him, and you bare your fangs and growl. Logan looks at you and scoffs before he releases your arm.

“how would I know Logan? Jean has you wrapped so tight around her finger that I'm surprised you're here! I was tired of being your second choice!” You snap tears finally running down your face. Logan steps as close to you as possible without actually touching you, his scent clouding your mind but not enough to calm your anger.

“You're right, there was something, but I can't explain it, whatever it was, it's gone,” he says, his voice turning into a growl. He was frustrated. You look him in the eyes, you bite back a moan when Logan rubs his finger over his claiming mark he had done over a hundred years ago.

“Logan-” you try, but he cuts you with a sharp look. He grabs your hand and places it on the smaller bite mark you left on him, and you feel him shiver.

“This means something to me, baby; I bonded myself to you and you to me.” He growls huskily and you feel the effects he has on you as your body heats up. You bite your lip and add pressure to the mark making him groan and you shiver.

“Answer me this logan, what cabin are we in?” you ask softly looking up at him, his lips so close to yours. Logan gives you a dirty smirk, his sharp canine showing in the dim light, and he chuckles.

“This is the cabin I made you mine, where I made you cum so hard you squirted all over me for the first time,” he says, his voice taking that time he gets when he wants you, and you could smell his arousal. Without another word, you run your hands up his chest and lock behind his neck, where you play with the hair.

“I'm still mad at you, Logan, but you can spend the winter making it up to me.” You grin; that's all Logan needed to hear before his lips were on yours, pulling a moan from you at his touch; you had missed him.

You kiss him back just as passionately; your short claws run through his hair and down his chest, where you push his shirt and jacket off, leaving him in his white tank. You break the kiss as your hands reach the collar of his tank, the tips of your claws grazing his skin as you rip the tank down the middle, leaving him shirtless, and he growls. You smirk up at him as you push him to sit on the couch.

“C'mere, Darlin,” he says huskily, and you smirk as you start to strip down till you stand naked in front of him. You place your hands on his shoulders as you straddle him. Logan's hands move to your hips and you shiver at his touch hands on your skin. You smirk, grab his hands, and place them over the couch where the chains still hang from last time.

“Oh no baby not this time, this time you don't get to touch me, this time I'm gonna use you how I want and you get to watch only” You grin and lick your lips when he pulls on the chain making his abs and pecs flex with his movements and you lean down licking a strip up his neck to his ear biting the lobe.

“You're playing a dangerous game, princess; once I get outta these chains, you're gonna get it,” he growls, his pupils dilated with lust and desire. You pull away from his neck, your claws running down his chest lightly, and he groans at the feeling. You reach for his belt and undo it along with his pants.

“I'm counting on it now. I wanna taste your cock after I cum on it” You smirk at his groan as you start to kiss and bite down his chest and stomach, and he lifts his hips for you to free his cock.

You lick him from ball to tip before sucking the head in your mouth with a moan at his taste. You give his cock a good sloppy suck making it soaking wet for you as you straddle him. Logan groans as you slowly sink into him. You moan as he stretches you, and you lean down and kiss him, hitting his lower lip.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good, stretching me out like this,” you moan and slowly grind down where your is stimulated. Logan groans at the feeling of your hot wet cunt wrapping around him. He wanted to touch you badly, to taste you, to fuck you, but all he could do was watch as you used him.

“Fuck baby uses my cock; you look so good, sweetheart; when I get out of these, you're gonna get it,” he growls hotly, and you moan and shiver at his words. You knew Logan meant it too.

“Mm, Logan, who said I was letting you go tonight?” You smirk and lick his mate, Mark and his hips thrust up, making you cry out in pleasure at the feeling; your nails run down his chest, making him snarl. You knew very well what you were doing, and you also knew when he finally broke those chains, you were in for it.

“We both know this won't be enough for you princess. We both know you're a dirty little slut who loves it when I rail her tight pussy” he smirks up at you, and you slam down on him, taking him deeper. You both moan as you fuck yourself on his cock.

“Fuck I do I do. Fuck Logan, you feel so good,” you moan and lean down, nipping his mate Mark, and he snarls before the sound of the chains snaps, and you feel Logan's rough hands on your hips, and without no warning, he flips you both.

“You've had your fun, darlin, but it's my turn now,” he growls, and you pout, making Logan grin and lean down, kissing you deeply. Without warning, Logan pulls out and slams back in, making you cry out, and you reach for him, your claws in his shoulder as he fucks you hard and deep.

“Logan! Oh fuck!” You cry out as he hits the soft spot that makes you see stars. Logan snarls and slams into the spot over again making you tighten around him.

“Fuck princess cum for me, squirt for me like my dirty slut you are,” he growls, making you whine at his words. He knew what his mouth did to you, and you were so close.

*Fuck Logan please!” You moan out so close but are not able to reach your peak. Logan, without a second thought, your mate Mark pushes you over the edge, and your cum is hard, gushing out of you, soaking his cock and the couch.

“Ah fuck you look so good cumming for me! Fuck I'm gonna fill you fully,” he growls, his hurts getting sloppy the closer he gets to his speech.

“Logan, fill me up, Daddy. I wanna feel you leaking out of me,” you moan, and Logan snarls as he pins you to the couch and empties himself deep inside of you.

“Fuck, Darlin,” he pants as he kisses up your neck and reaches your lips. You sigh softly and kiss him back as you run your fingers through his damp hair.

“Maybe we should go to bed.” You grin as you feel him still hard inside of you, and he chuckles before he presses his forehead to yours.

“I love you, darling. I know I have a shit way of showing it, but I do,” he says softly, you smile up at him and stroke his face softly, and Logan leans into your touch, kissing the palm of your hand.

“I love you too Logan”

[ngray192]

Chaos Theory Season 3!!! Like always, I have written down a bunch of my thoughts while watching.

SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

Enjoy my unedited, incoherent blabbering

Episode 1

- I known I’ve been off Tumblr for like months, but I’m BACK, baby

- Season three was def the best season of CC, I’m hoping this one will blow me away too

- Microbangs is back!!

- Not even kidding I thought she was about to kiss him

- Uggghhhhh the animation

- Are they the dino saviors that Brooklyn worked with?

- Owen Grady mentioned!!!!

- OMG I KNOW WHO HE IS I didn’t remember the name lmfao

- I feel like there should be seatbelts??

- Kenji is so sassy and petty, I love it

- Once again complimenting the animation

- They fight like an old married couple

- You are an actual family

- Are we finally gonna get the full details on Sammy’s family troubles??

- Ooooo Munich

- They are so curious all the time, sit your ass downnnnn

- I loveeee the constant jokes about raptor lady’s bangs

- Yasammy!

- I love therapist and voice of reason Yaz

- Sammy is valid for this rant though

- “I respect your feelings” WE LOVE YAZ

- “Hey-no-seriously Ben-shut up” Darius is so funny I love him

- Nooo not the kentrosaurus

- Sammy, girl, I don’t think chest compressions will work on a dinosaur

- Mouth to mouth to a dinosaur? She is SERIOUS about saving her

- Yay!!! Vet Sammy for the win!!

- Cause why would anything ever go well for them?

- Captain kenji!

- Damn that dive was smooth

- Bro this dino chase scene is so fucking cool

- I feel like pulling up shouldn’t be that hard?

- Episode one and I already can’t stop raving about the animation and quality

- Where did he get that latitude and longitude from??

- A few hundred miles is not close?? Are you actually gonna WALK a few HUNDRED MILES in the SNOW?

- Awww she got her a gift

- Is it a prosthetic?

- IT ISSSSS

- Pretty good 1st episode! I’m excited for the rest of the season

Episode 2

- They are not prepared for this weather

- I thought cars in Italy would be flipped from cars in America? Like steering wheel on the right side

- Awww Kenji and Ben??

- How tf is bumpys egg still ok after being rattled around like that?

- Loving the fact that Ben kinda speaks Italian

- “Sweet, naive, Benny-boy”

- I love their theories

- Lmao I love Kenji

- His girlfriend is so pretty wtf

- Why are they just dancing rn?

- Ok they match each others freak, I’m kinda here for it

- He is so open with her and I love it

- I kinda hope she’s evil

- Nonna is so sweet to Kenji

- They put so much detail into Nonna’s face

- I thought dinosaurs were everywhere? I could def be wrong though

- That is an awful hiding spot

- He’s such a good egg dad

- Awww I love Kenji

- Why did he take off his jacket and then not wrap the egg in it?

- I love when they take off their jackets!!

- Omg Ben in a new shirt??

- Wtf why is Ben working out like this??

- Girl stop squatting you have shit to do

- They’re supposed to get breakfast in this foreign country where they can’t really communicate effectively to anyone in the country and they don’t know where the closest breakfast place is?

- That lowkey scared me

- It hatched!!!

- Why did she slide across the bed like that lmao

- Omg why is this so dark??

- Pleeeeaaaasssseeee talk this out

- Ben and Gia are kinda cute together

- “Mi amor”

- Of course the car stops working

- Awwwwwww she’s so little

- I hope she has asymmetrical head bumps

- She’s the cutest

- I love Kenji

- I would like to revisit the question of how tf did bumpy even have a baby in the first place?

- SMOOTHIE

- It’s a him? The dino reproduction does not make a lot of sense here tbh

- Darius is wearing a coat, he shouldn’t be that cold right now

- Why is the prosthetic so scratched up?

- The drawing of Kenji and Smoothie at the end is EVERYTHING

Episode 3

- I feel the need to say now that I haven’t rewatched the first two seasons, so my memory might be a little off with some past plot lines and stuff

- There’s definitely something weird with the arm

- I loveeee when chess is used for symbolism

- I don’t really care about Brooklyn’s character tbh, but Kiersten Kelly is such a good actress and I love her so I’m glad she gets more time to shine

- Don’t put Darius in the middle of this

- We love feathered dinosaursss

- Girl you’re 6 ‘1 and 20 years old. You’re already grown

- “Mama kenji”

- Please start communicating yasammy PLEASE

- Girl is in love with Benny boy

- “We don’t deal with middle management” you know what? Slay

- Is this the same place where Dominion took place?

- Girl you have no sense of urgency when it comes to doing things that’ll get you in trouble

- Superstar?? Omggggg

- The hand when he said “capiche” lmao

- Awww she misses her friends

- Stop putting my girl Sammy through heartaches and heartbreaks left and right

- Yes, let Darius form his own opinion!!

- I didn’t realize how pale she was

- At least we don’t have to worry too much about brooklyns safety rn

- How does nobody hear this??

- SHE SPEAKS ENGLISH?

- Kenji is everyone’s son fr

- Girl he is NOT going to stay

- GODDAMNIT NONNA

Episode 4

- this show is so pretty

- “Babe” that was kinda cute except they’re fighting

- Ok don’t bring Sammy’s family into this

- Darius is always the voice of reason and I love him

- Bro stop traumatizing Kenji

- “Papa Kenji loves you” I LOVE HIM

- I loveeee the disability representation in this show

- God DAMN she’s strong if she RIPPED that tv off the fucking wall

- I hate Dodgson

- OWEN GRADY??

- Brooklyn is so smart but girl this is gonna come back to bite you in the ass

- Nonna, Gia, you LIVE in Italy! You have to own at least one jacket that’s warm enough for this weather

- Awww little baby boy smoothie

- Please talk this out

- I hate when there’s tension between them

- Do NOT break up I’ll kms

- “Dads” awww

- Woah that raptor is cool af

- IS THAT DINOSAUR MEAT

- Don’t make them fight omggg

- Girl what else would that dino be used for?

- Hey, nonna, I don’t think the dino understands you

- Wtf they got a dinosaur that speak Italian??

- Oh nvm

- HOW MANY OF THESE BITCHES ARE THERE?!

- Run girl run

- Papa/Mama Kenji to the rescue

- How strong is Ben wtf??

- Bro is running like a quarterback

- Wait I’m awful at geography let me google where Malta is and how close it is to Italy

- It’s an hour and a half flight

Episode 5

- so far loving this season

- This episode is titled “Boiling Over” and I’m very excited

- They’re under 21 that means if they can’t rent a car

- Gia is so smart

- Please don’t split up

- This black market is kinda lame tbh… like not as big and cool as I thought it’d be

- I hate when they fight omg

- Brooklyn needs to dye her hair, she sticks out like a sore thumb here lmao

- Why is bro so out of breath?

- You’re famous, of course he knows who you are

- The subtitles on Netflix are slightly off and I hate it

- They’re so awkward I love them

- I wouldn’t be letting Smoothie out of my hands after last episode the fuck

- Both sides of this argument are very valid in my opinion

- They’re brothers!!

- You know, I’m kinda liking Gia and Ben. Bia? Gen?

- Please fix my girls now

- Who took them to couples counseling? They know about the “I feel” statements

- Wait Sammy cut them out?? (Once again, haven’t rewatched season 1 or 2)

- NO DONT BREAK UP NO NO NOOOO

- Kill her

- I love when villains are actually villainous

- Don’t sell her raptors omg

- I love when we reference Rich Boy Kenji

- I’m actually so heartbroken over Yasammy omfg

- I love Ben

- Very emotional episode

Episode 6

- Watching the yasammy break up when I got broken up with a few days ago is soooo fun

- No way Kenji and Sammy are actually going back to America

- What’s the timeline here? How long have they been in Italy?

- Beanie Ben is back!!

- Ugh I hate when the Nublar 6 are split up cause it means jumping back and forth between the groups

- Davi is gonna get himself killed

- DOMINION REFERENCES

- Brooklyn evil arc?? Please???

- His eyes are really red

- Where tf is Darius going??

- Darius, my boy

- He’s so reasonable

- That episode felt short idk why

Episode 7

- damn I’m flying through this season

- I’m glad she’s finally admitting that she can’t do it all

- SUPERSTAR AND DINO-NERD

- Luckily he won’t be a teen for long, hes only gonna be this little for a few days (if he follows the same growth pattern as bumpy in CC)

- Awwww cat ears

- Kenji might be my favorite character in this season/show

- Gia, maybe stfu

- We love Kenji

- That definitely can’t be good, maybe you should go to Malta and figure it out?

- Is microbangs gonna attack with new dinos?

- They really succeeded in making the Handler as creepy as possible

- Is there a listening device or some shit in the arm?

- Girl why wouldn’t you say that first?

- Get out of the road

- This episode is interesting but there’s not that much to talk about

- LOCUSTS

- Girl what is locking the door gonna do?

- I say you guys cut your losses and head to Malta

Episode 8

- I feel like you don’t have to get out of the car to look at a feather

- “Take my boy” awwwww

- I feel like you guys should stop having these top secret conversations in the middle of the road

- OWEN AND CLAIRE

- She’s acting like Handler gave birth to those raptors

- It’s like the cattle drive episode in CC season 1!!

- They’re definitely not making their flight home

- The pyroraptor is so cool

- The animation on the avalanche is so cool

- This show would be amazing if it were pg-13. Don’t get me wrong, it’s still my favorite show, but it would be cool if we saw blood and stuff

- Girl sit your ass down

- SHE CAN SPEAK?!

- Oh shit

Episode 9

- two episodes left!!

- I really need them to all reunite in these next two episodes

- Smoothie!!! Such a smart boy!!

- I bet it’s pretty warm in Malta, you guys should go there

- Locusts!

- I hate bugs, this is like a horror movie

- Lmao referencing bug-eater Ben

- BARYONYX

- I love the little details in this show, like Smoothie squirming in peoples hands, Davi pushing up his glasses, etc.

- Where did he get mugs of hot cocoa from?

- Yeah it’s been like three hours, you guys definitely missed your flight

- He just wants to go home :/

- NO NOT BUMPY

- Benny Boy

- Bitch

- Not too many real dino chase scenes this season

- THE ALLOSAURUS FROM SEASON 1

- Davi is lowkey useless

- Not Ben having a repeat of CC season 1

- Oh ok Davi isn’t completely useless I lied

- I love dino fights

Episode 10

- last episode!!

- This one is called “Moritui Te Salutaunt” if they don’t say what that means by the end of the episode I will translate it in my phone

- I should probably rewatch Dominion

- Dino fights!!

- She just misses her raptors

- Damn they are getting thrown around in this van

- I do like the references to the first season of CT

- “Don’t make me turn you into a side of fries” you thought you ate with that

- Stop putting these kids on bikes/scooters/mopeds they do NOT know how to drive

- The setting this season is actually really cool

- Damn she got a running start on that punch

- This fist fight does feel very aggressive

- Ok now it feels aggressive, damn

- I actually didn’t see that coming wow

- Never mind it would’ve been a little cooler if she died

- She’s making that raptor her bitch omg

- CARNOTAURUS

- I hope the raptors don’t die

- NOOOOOO

- SHE SPOKE

- The animationnnugh

- Oh my god

- I love when they do crazy shit like that

- She just ate her. Like wtf she ate her

- Please go with them

- Go home

- Please go home, live normal lives and be friends again

- Yeah they’ve been fucking you guys up left and right

- Darius, buddy, sometimes you just gotta go along with the lie

- GIRL PUT DOWN THE LASER POINTER

- Love that, canonically, Ben’s taken down TWO carnotauruses

- Damn she went for the throat with those insults

- BITCH SLAPPED HER

- Reunion!! Please!!

- They actually probably would mind, I think this is all very confidential

- Awwww little smoothie is sleeping

- Wow, season three is over

All in all, I thought this season was good! I can’t wait to see what they do next!

[mooniel]

I was thinking about something like this earlier - Erik and Charles are (activist/political/whatever) enemies, but Charles can't deny that Erik is very, very good looking; and Charles and alcohol have never been a good mix, especially with Erik standing across the room at an event.

i actually love this dynamic so much i had to stop myself before it got too long

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Without exceptions, Charles Xavier always wanted to jump on Erik Lehnsherr’s neck when he saw him.

It started right when they first met – with Erik using his powers to turn Charles’s sign into hundreds of tiny pieces of paper on the floor with only a paper clip as his weapon. The worst part was that his sign said nothing that Erik disagreed with (as he confessed much later, during an argument outside the mayor’s office in the middle of yet another protest), he just felt angry at the sight of Charles after hearing him speak at a televisioned event.

That createda snow ball that only grew bigger with animosity and arguments every time they faced each other, because although Charles and Erik fought for the same cause, their methods could not be any more similar, and their displeasure for each other’s approaches at fighting made them well known enemies for the public that followed them.

But tonight, after a few too many drinks at a fundraiser, Charles had other reasons to explain his urge to jump at Erik’s neck.

He never allowed himself to say it out loud, but Charles always appreciated how good Erik looked. If he wanted to be honest, the image of Erik approaching him for the very first time, over a year ago, eyebrows furrowed and veins popping from his arms send shivers down his neck.

And now, with said man standing across the room from him, in a suit that hugged his body perfectly, Charles started regretting drinking all that Champagne, because before he knew, he was swiftly moving his wheelchair through the sea of people between the two of them, mentally indulging Erik to look at him and unknowingly biting his lips.

In his drunken state, he barely noticed if anyone was looking at them when he tugged at Erik’s hand and guided the - as Charles’ brain decided to think at the moment - delicious looking man behind him. He could tell that Erik was just as drunk as him from the way he stumbled his feet a couple times while they walked.

 Only when they were alone at a very large library, that surely belonged to whoever was the big politician hosting the fundraiser, who at the moment Charles couldn’t care enough to try and remember - not with Erik standing so close to him - Erik spoke “Charles, if this is your attempt to get back at me for what I said about your politics for that article, plea-”

“Shut your mouth,” Charles cut him and before he knew, he was pulling Erik by the tie and hungrily kissing his surprisingly soft lips.

It lasted probably less than five seconds. Erik didn’t move, so Charles pulled back and tried to scrambled words out as an explanation about being drunk and sorry, but his brain was a mixture of you’re incredibly attractive it’s not fair and you taste like wine.

Sooner than expected, Erik reacted, but not in the way Charles expected – which was turning his back on his and leaving the room. Erik’s mouth was back on his so fast that Charles lost his breath for a second, and then finally – finally, they were having a real kiss. Erik bit and groaned and touched Charles everywhere he could reach from the unconfutable position they were in.

“You are so incredibly stupid”, Erik muttered in between their kisses. “You have no idea how many times I wanted to do this to shut you up during one of your ridiculous rallies.”

Charles actually moaned, which would be embarrassing cared enough at the moment.

“Feel free to do it any time after this.”

Somehow, they ended on the huge couch at the corner of the library. Somehow, every person who thought of going in that room during the next hours had a sudden urge to do something else, conveniently very far away from there.

[justwinginglife]

BESTIE! I'VE COME BACK FROM WAR (School have me chokehold help me I still have escaped—). 😭😭🙏🏻

But I've come to deliver these as promised AND to see how have you been. 😎😎 How r u though? Any events happened in your end or sort? Hope you've been doing well! I haven't seen your current posts and ran straight towards your ask bc i've been away from Tumblr for... 2 MONTHS? OR MORE THAN THAT? IMYSM OMG 😭

Timeless: And the sign said, "Photos: twenty-five cents each"(...), And two lovers laughin' on the porch of their first house, The kinda love that you only find once in a lifetime(...), But in those photos, I saw us instead

You've died in the war? Sure. Sōshirō will be devastated for the rest of his life. After all that fight, he made it. But what about you? Many days later and now the country has restored, even Kafka's fate is questionable and is under investigation, his co-workers deserved some bit of celebration as usual whenever they got finished their mission. They should be relaxing and having fun after what they've been through. For Sōshirō? He can't afford such luxury to instantly forgive himself and join with others after he lost you that very day. Much worse, he promised you to take you out on a date and will propose to you one day or perhaps as soon as the war ended, wanting to seal the deal because he loved you so much. You said yes, but how dare he have the audacity to make such promise when he cannot even guarantee your safety? When the city itself still cries out for him? He is the one who asked, yet it seems he treats it like a fleeting whisper, as if the weight of his words has vanished into the air. As if he is asking you to assure him that you'll be getting out of the war alive. Seeing photos of couples in love, sharing the simplicity of domestic life, feels like a punch to the gut—a glimpse of a future once promised but forever out of reach. He grieves for what could have been. He grieves for you in silence. Continue to grieve for you.

On a crowded street in 1944, And you were headed off to fight in the war, You still would've been mine, We would have been timeless

He remembered those times that he countlessly told the new recruits and cadets to not get too attached to your fellows. But oh, you walked by and with eyes on you, observing. Like a cat observing some specimen with chill and nonchalance but his tail is swaying upwards. He told himself it was just admiration that day, a fleeting sentiment. Yet, why does it led to whispered promises that both of you would make it out alive, together? Sōshirō is a man of his words and his loyalty lies to the JAKDF.

But he couldn't resist you. His affection for you ran deeper than he expected. The more he tried to deny it, the stronger it grew.

Oh, what is he going to do with himself?

So he continued caring for you.

And prayed to God you'd be comin' home all right, And you would've been fine, We would have been timeless, 'Cause I believe that we were supposed to find this, So, even in a different life, you still would've been mine

Both of you always heading off into battles, facing monsters upon monsters, never failing to exchange wishes of good luck. But sharing promises? That felt like a curse when you didn't came back alive. Yet Sōshirō couldn’t stop himself from saying it to you. There's many Kaijuus surrounding Japan for gods sake of course he couldn't stay reserved forever that this will be just another battle and everyone is going to make it.

But no. Not when Japan is on the brink.

That's when I came upon a book covered in cobwebs, Story of a romance torn apart by fate, Hundreds of years ago, they fell in love, like we did

It is as if your story with him were like the tragic ballad of Orpheus and Eurydice. Orpheus, descends into the Underworld to retrieve his beloved Eurydice. Hades allows her to leave on one condition—Orpheus must not look back until they reach the surface. But his doubt overcomes him, and he turns, losing her forever. Sōshirō is simply worried as Orpheus. The country is engulfed in war, with towering Kaiju around him and other divisions, unsettled him than he'd ever dare to admit.

Like Orpheus and Eurydice, Achilles and Patroclus. Oh, how fate has mocked him. Laughing at his struggles and eating up his own words like Achilles mourning over his dead lover, letting the world take his life.

Until now, Sōshirō didn't know what he really felt. As if it's just an empty shell of himself wandering in the streets, in the hallways of 3rd Division Unit, in his office.

Because some... no, most parts of him died with you.

Time breaks down your mind and body, Don't you let it touch your soul, It was like an age-old classic, The first time that you saw me, The story started when you said, "Hello"

After he became Vice-Captain, he vowed himself to put his life in his duty despite that while time passing by, can wear down both his mind and body. He's not an exception on experiencing something like that and he must protect himself by it. So he stays unattached.

But oh... his very first encounter with you felt timeless, as if it was part of a grand, fated story. The moment of saying "Hello" marks the beginning of that story, implying that your meeting with him plays the significant part of his life.

He did not regret falling for you.

Even if we'd met on a crowded street in 1944, You still would've been mine, We would've been

An air of longing as he continues living, navigating through the depths of his inner turmoil and imagining the life you and he could have had in another life.

"In another life," he sighed to himself.

💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

The Great War: Your relationship with Sōshirō that survives from a "great war" of vows in duty, great longing, fears and doubts. Confusions and frustrations because both of you started the game of cat and mouse chase.

My knuckles were bruised like violets, Sucker punching walls(...), Tore your banners down, took the battle underground(...), Flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur

In the war, you remember the battles. Not just on the field, but the ones fought in silence between you and Sōshirō. His advances, his sudden distance—both left you stranded between something and nothing, trapped in uncertainty. Both of you devoted to your duty, yet the tension, the longing, became unbearable. You weren’t delusional to think your feelings wasn't one-sided. You saw it in his eyes, in the way he lingered just a second too long. Or maybe you were mistaken? Maybe he realized he had crossed a line? That is why he retreated?

You drew up some good faith treaties, I drew curtains closed, drank my poison all alone, You said I have to trust more freely, But diesel is desire, you were playin' with fire, And maybe it's the past that's talkin', Screamin' from the crypt, Tellin' me to punish you for things you never did, So I justified it

Oh, little did you know that his feelings for you is tormenting him. You tried to make peace with him, yet he closed the curtains. Cursing himself till sleep in silence. His own feelings betrayed his logic and he couldn’t blame you— no, the fault was his. He was the one who initiated first to talk to you. But his love for you is genuine and seeing it as a mistake would be like betraying his own heart. It feels agonizing for him as if his skin has been flayed.

The deep yearning for you, oh, if only you know.

Soldier down on that icy ground, Looked up at me with honor and truth, Broken and blue, so I called off the troops, That was the night I nearly lost you, I really thought I lost you

As his arm were cut, defeated, in the mere seconds of self doubt, regret for unable to do more and uncertainty, he realized how close he was to losing you—someone so dear if he kept denying his own feelings. In the process, he was losing himself too. He's simply a man and there are times where he question his loyalty. Right now where No.10 gave him the chance to stand firm, a second chance not just to fight his foe but to act on his feelings for you. Because the monster knew that he's not that type of man to not settle! No way after the bond you both forged!

Even No.10 grew frustrated with his extreme hesitation.

And we will never go back, To that bloodshed, crimson clover, Uh-huh, the worst was over, My hand was the one you reached for, All throughout the Great War, I vowed I would always be yours, 'Cause we survived the Great War

He can't run back in time to change his fate and yours. The mistake he would rather prefer as his feelings for you runs deeply. Longing for you as he search for you in desperation. Are you alive? Are you coming back unscathed? You should! The war is ended and he have a lot of things to say. With arms wrapping your lithe form and lips resting on your pulse, oh, you're alive, he breathed heavily and sighed in relief as your scent kept him grounded.

You're alive. Good.

He made another freaking vow to himself to become the man that you deserve to have.

This is quite possibly the longest message I've ever received lmao but I'm digging the energy. Missed you while you were away! Alright, let's go in order.

1- I did actually post a new event! For Valentine's Day, I did a KN8 host club au fic series. I think you were there for my December Simpmas event, that was pretty much it, just those two events. Thanks for checking in on me, hope everything is well with you too!

2- Timeless: bestie, I never know what is worse, Soshiro living without us or us having to live without Soshiro. Either way, I cry. I'm sure that the idea of marrying us one day after the war is over was his reason to keep going. I bet he'd tell himself that after this battle, or after the next, or the next after that, he would finally pop the question. But there were always too many things to do, too many places to be, not enough supplies here, not enough soldiers there, and before he knew it, you'd fought your last battle and he never got to ask you officially. I bet the next few battles after that, he'd fight in a daze. I bet it became habit to think to himself, after this battle, I swear I'll propose to her. And then he'd jolt back to reality and remember there was no one to propose to. I bet he spends months unable to think of you without his heart breaking again and again, and when he finally has the nerve to visit your grave, he brings a slice of wedding cake to split with you. He leaves half on your headstone, saying, "If you don't like this flavor, I'll bring another one by next time." And then it just becomes tradition that every time he visits you, he brings a different slice of cake.

3- The Great War: yay, you both live in this situation! Lol. Soshiro's always been a realist. He knows better than anyone that you could lose anyone you care about in a millisecond in this line of work. He knows he should keep you at arm's length, protect you from afar. He knows there's no guarantee of you making it out alive, of him making it out alive, of you settling down after wartime- he doesn't even know if there will be an "after wartime." But fuck it. Against his better judgement, against what he knows, he wants to love you. He wants to be loved by you. He wants to be yours. He knows he could lose you at any time, but it's the way his heart clenches when he imagines losing you that makes him not want to waste anymore time. He knows he could lose you, so he'll love you as much as he can for as long as he can. If he regrets it later, then he'll just have to regret it later. But he doesn't think he'll ever regret the way you jump into his arms after a particularly grueling battle, or the way you'll check him for injuries, brows furrowed and lips pursed, or the way you'll sigh in relief when you realize he's fine. He doesn't think he could ever regret the way you hold him, the way you kiss him, the way you tell him everything will be okay. Even if one day, it's not okay, he'll hold onto memories of when it was perfect.

[theother456-stories]

Miles had stopped trying to hide it.

A year ago, his life had taken a hard turn—stress, heartbreak, cross-country move, long hours behind a desk, and way too much fast food. The result? A jaw-dropping 200 pounds gained in just under twelve months. And nearly all of it had piled onto his belly.

His gut was enormous now. Not just big—colossal. A full 100 inches around, impossibly round and tight, jutting out in front of him like a globe strapped to his torso. It swayed and bounced heavily with every step, pulling his center of gravity forward and forcing him into a slow, swaying walk. Shirts couldn’t contain it. He wore them anyway, stretched beyond their limits, always riding up and exposing soft, heavy lower belly.

Doctors were baffled. Nothing medically wrong—just extreme genetics and life choices. But that didn’t stop strangers from whispering or staring.

And today, as he filmed one of his usual park walks, narrating into his phone about how another shirt had finally given up the fight, he heard a voice behind him—low, warm, a little breathless.

“Damn… that’s the most beautiful belly I’ve ever seen.”

Miles paused, heartbeat skipping. He turned, camera still loosely in hand.

A man stood about ten feet away, staring with wide, appreciative eyes and a faint smirk curling his lips. He wasn’t laughing. He wasn’t mocking. He looked… stunned. And turned on.

“Sorry,” the guy said, stepping forward. “I didn’t mean to blurt that out. I just—wow. I’ve never seen anyone carry it like that.”

Miles arched a brow, amused. “Most people ask when I’m due.”

“Yeah, I’m definitely not most people,” the guy said, now standing just a few feet away. “I’m Cam. And honestly? You’re incredible. That belly is… I can’t even explain it. It’s sexy as hell.”

Miles laughed, both embarrassed and intrigued. “You really think so?”

Cam’s eyes didn’t leave his body. “Think so? I’ve been watching you walk for the last couple minutes, mesmerized. You’re massive. That thing’s gotta be what—eight, nine feet around?”

“Hundred inches, yeah,” Miles said, rubbing the side of his belly instinctively.

Cam inhaled like that number hit him in the chest. His jeans were already giving away just how much the sight turned him on. Miles noticed—and so did Cam.

“Shit,” Cam murmured, not even trying to hide the bulge growing harder by the second. “Sorry. I’ve got a real weakness for big guys. Especially guys like you. Huge, soft, confident. You’ve got the kind of size that should come with a warning sign.”

Miles chuckled, stepping a little closer. “Maybe I should start charging people to stare.”

“You’d make a fortune,” Cam said, his voice lower now. “But I’d pay in service. Rubbing that gut. Feeding you until you’re groaning. Worshipping every inch of you while you sit back and let it all settle in.”

The words hit deep, hotter than Miles expected. His breath caught. “You ever fed someone before?”

“Not like you,” Cam said, stepping close enough for Miles’s belly to graze his chest. “But I’ve dreamed about it. Laying you back, stuffing you full, rubbing that huge belly while you burp and moan and tell me to keep going.”

Miles exhaled, his arousal undeniable now. The tension between them was thick and pulsing.

“You got food at home?” he asked, voice husky.

“Pizza. Pasta. Ice cream. Beer. A couch strong enough for both of us,” Cam said. “And a whole night ahead of us.”

“Then what are we waiting for?”

Cam didn’t wait—he placed his hands gently on the sides of Miles’s belly, reverent, like he was touching a treasure. “You are unbelievable,” he whispered.

They left the park together, Cam’s arm around Miles’s back, hand resting low against the side of that enormous gut as it bounced with every heavy step. The streetlights lit the curve of it like moonlight.

Back at Cam’s place, clothes came off slowly—Cam obsessed with every new inch of soft skin revealed, every roll, every crease. He kissed the top of the belly first, then let his hands roam lower. He fed Miles slice after slice, watching his gut swell tighter as he rubbed and kissed and whispered praises.

And Miles? For the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel like a sideshow.

He felt wanted.

And with Cam’s eager hands and hungry eyes all over him, he was just getting started.