#because now you’re taking your hatred and pushing it onto me like okay?

[stardust-sunset]

i think it’s funny i’m the one people send brody hate to lol like okayy

[im-his-druidess]

@purplelupins asked:

Okay hi everyone im Nora and im a total whore for slashers. Now then…

Imagine you’re running from the Hewitt house after being captured…you’d been spared that long purely because Thomas had taken a liking to you. But after a disgusting comment too many from Hoyt you took off…and of course they set Tommy on you. But he doesn’t even have his chainsaw- just his bare hands to get you. It doesn’t take him long to get you either, one wrong step and his arms are around you, lifting you into the air like a feather before you both tumble to the ground, panting and you’re kicking him even though you’re not necessarily scared of him, you’re just SCARED. So he pins you down to the grass, growling at you in hopes that you’ll hold still until he gets his legs over yours and weighs down on you, completely immobilising you. So now you’re just panting and staring up at Thomas, shaking.

And while Tommy is sad you ran, he can’t help that the adrenaline of chasing you has made his cock grow thick and pulsing against his leg. He can’t help that you squirming makes him want to tame you..breed you. Make you domestic.

He reaches for his belt, transferring your two wrists to one of his meaty hands like they were twigs, and fumbled with his apron and belt, pushing the fabric away and pulling until his leaking cock is jutting out and hanging heavy onto your stomach. You whine and whimper in terror now, now knowing what you’d gotten into, “T-Tommy you don’t have to do this…come on you like me right?” You gasp out as he tears your clothes off. It’s embarrassing how easy it was for him to leave you bare- your breasts bouncing out from your shirt and pants and panties nothing but rags now. You can’t even get out another plea before he leans over you and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. Hard. He begins rutting into you like a beast possessed, forcing the head of his painfully thick cock inside you as he lost himself. You couldn’t see it, but god you fucking felt it.. it must have been the same width as your wrist all the way around. And with no preparation you felt tears in your eyes…but then your body betrayed you, your little cunt desperately coating itself with wetness to pull the blunt tip inside you greedily. You cried out as it slipped inside you , spreading you and stretching you so much you thought you might bleed. But he didn’t stop. His teeth and lips were still sucking at your nipples like he was starved, bucking his hips in time with his sucks, pushing and pushing until his heavy balls were flush against you. You sobbed out, but you werent sure whether it was from the forceful intrusion or the self hatred for your sweet little tight cunt begging for this brute to ruin it, almost making you cum when he bottomed out. Thomas fucked into you, and you were ashamed by how fast you were cumming, soaking him completely as he just kept fucking you through it…then you felt it. How it felt like his cock swelled even more, then how it pulsed, then the flood of thick cum filling you up. You stilled and breathed out in horror as Tommy pumped you full, spurt after spurt he just kept cumming. You wriggled and tried to get him out of you, but Thomas was having none of it. He grunted, pinned you down even harder…but then just when you thought he had finished with you and would let you up, you felt him start rutting into you again after sitting inside you, plugging you. He was still fucking hard. Now, you started to cry Dry tears, and went limp. You came uncontrollably and repeatedly for hours as he came inside you again and again…and again. You could feel a pool of cum around you and you knew you had a pudge in your abdomen from how much of it had been fucked inside you. But by the fifth time he had pumped your pussy, you were begging for more.

Oh my 👁️👄👁️

Nora, my Bestie, you never fail to amaze me 🥵

GIF by theoddsideofme

I don't even have words...to add to this wonderful post.

You hit just about all my favorite kinks like it was nothing and you captured bits of Thomas's personality even in such a short blurb. This was AMAZING!!!

Just...you and this post are just *chef's kiss* p e r f e c t i o n

[minnielvrr]

It's okay to run slower~

Lee: Minho Lers: Chan, Seungmin Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: @itzsana-kiddingmenow 👀Happy one year Sana💐🥳🎉🎊Thank you for making your blog and choosing to write, you're a gift to everyone in the kpop tickle community💞🩷💖Hope this can cheer you up even a tiny bit🤭🥰 I love you!!🤗🩷

It felt like an eternity since they’d started. Minho was certain that he’d run through the lyrics at least a million times and by now and his throat felt dry and sore. Why did their new songs have to have so many English parts?

After a fruitless recording session that left both him and Chan exhausted, the leader let him go, knowing that Minho needed some rest and he himself needed to cool down.

Chan watched through the glass as the younger straightened his clothes and fixed his hair, then stalked out. He looked ragged, all sunken cheeks and dark circles under his doe eyes.

Hours later when Chan arrived at the cuties dorm, he found a worried Seungmin standing in front of Minho’s room.

The younger startled when he spotted the older, but quickly beckoned him close. “Minho hyung was crying when he came back. Did something happen hyung?” The kitten in question was currently simmering in a pot of frustration and self-hatred in his room.

Chan guiltily explained the situation. “It’s not your fault hyung,” Seungmin said firmly, rubbing the leader’s back. “Let’s go talk to him.” Seungmin knocked on the door, the duo walking in once they heard a muffled ‘come in’.

Minho was face planting his bed, still dressed in his outside clothes. “Hey baby. Can I talk to you?”

Chan slowly turned him over, grimacing when he noticed the kitten’s eyes, feeling crushing guilt curl in his stomach at the redness in Lino’s eyes.

Minho nodded but stayed quiet, not quite looking at Chan yet. “Are you mad at me?” The leader’s voice broke towards the end.

That made the kitten look up at him in surprise, a hand coming up to cup Chan’s cheek. “I-I’m not hyung. I promise I’m not.”

He sat up on the bed, reaching out a hand to scratch at Chan’s scalp. The older leaned into the touch, letting out a sigh, tugging at Minho until he was on his lap and hugged him tight.

“I’m not mad at you hyungie. It’s just-I- I’m frustrated that I can’t seem to grasp the pronunciation as quickly as everyone else. I feel like I’m holding everyone back and- and like I’m wasting so much of your time because I can’t get it right.”

“You know I don’t mind that, love, you should take your time. We have to learn things at our own paces and you’re doing so well darling. You improved a ton over the last few months so don’t be so hard on yourself, yeah?”

Feeling a little playful he started rhythmically poking Minho’s torso, singing My Pace in a goofy voice.

“There's no need to rush, my pace~🎵 Don't compare yourself with others~ It's okay to run slower~ Just follow my lane, my lane🎶 Take it easy~ Just look ahead and run~🎵 You ready? Let's go!🎶”

It earned him some huffed out giggles, and rolling his eyes, Minho pushed him off. Chan hugged him tightly, clinging onto the kitten and squeezing at his sides as Minho tried to extract himself.

“Tryna run away? I’m not gonna let you~ You’re stuck with me allll night!” Chan threatened in a baby voice, littering more pokes all over Minho’s sides. “Hyuhuhuhung!”

The younger giggled, squirming around but not really fighting it. He buried his face in Chan’s shoulder and let it all out. The leader continued his ministrations, shutting his eyes and simply listening to the sweet sounds Minho made.

“Can you stop laughing? We’re having a serious conversation here! How rude!” Minho just cackled, unable to come up with any sort of retaliation.

“Ooh hyung’s being all soft and gross.” Seungmin chirped from behind them and although Chan had known he was there, he startled just as much as Minho.

“Shut up, you brat!” Nonetheless, the kitten was sporting a deep blush at being found out.

“Can you hold him down Channie hyung? I’m bored.” Seungmin’s hand wormed its way over to scribble at Minho’s side, weakening him as Chan wrestled his arms above his head and sat on them.

Seungmin straddled the older’s hips, leaning back with his hands on Minho’s thighs as he lazily looked him over. With a sudden grin he squeezed the spot, watching as the lee’s body jolted, sweet giggles spilling from his lips.

That’s when Chan began the teasing, wiggling his fingers in the younger’s face then quickly moving it to just barely graze over the kitten’s sides. Minho yelped, flinching away from the evil hand, Channie giggling in amusement at his reactions.

“Aww, you’re pretty cute like this hm? Guess all we needed to do was tickle you~” Seungmin’s condescending voice flustered him more than Minho expected.

Unable to come up with a sufficient retort, he was saved when Chan finally kneaded into his sides. “AH— Chahahahanihie hyuhuhung NAHAHAHAHA!!”

The squeal that tumbled from his lips before the giggles started was priceless and Channie couldn’t help but coo at him.

“It’s been forever since I’ve heard that laugh!” Chan sighed happily, fingers skittered up Minho’s sides to his armpits then back down to his upper ribs. Loud, joyful cackles filled the space, Minho’s face scrunching up with how much he was smiling.

He tried screaming loudly, over and over in the hopes that Chan would cringe away from the deafening sound but the leader seemed to have anticipated that, quickly drilling his thumb into the kitten’s exposed armpit.

His screams dissolved into wild belly laughs, Minho flopping around crazily as he tried to escape, almost throwing Seungmin off.

The puppy retaliated by gripping onto the older’s thighs and digging into the sides with the tips of his fingers, laughing along with Minho when the poor kitten went ballistic.

It was truly unfair that they were aiming for two of his worst spots at once. Seungmin was mean when he was the one doing the tickling, using all his accumulated knowledge on his victim to have them losing their minds.

On one side, his fingers dug into the sides of Minho’s things and squeezed while his free hand skittered lightly over the top and inner parts of his left thigh.

“KIHIHIM SEUNGMIN IHIHI WILL KIHILL YOU!!” He hollered through uncontrollable cackles but Seungmin only laughed at that, a soft tinkly sound.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to threaten me hyung. I could make this so much worse for you, you know…”

He pressed his nails in a little harsher and Minho screamed again, this time from the sheer ticklishness of the technique.

Apologies fell from his lips immediately but there was no going back. Seungmin was ruthless as a ler and Minho had just dug his grave.

Chan on the other hand was almost lazily tracing and swirling his fingers in Minho’s armpits, occasionally flitting down to land a quick scribble to his upper ribs.

Minho blushed when he made eye contact with the older, averting his eyes at the teasing look he got. Chan pouted at that, going a little harder in revenge.

How could his kitten not even look at him! It was unacceptable!

“Plehease, please I cahan’t, can’t take thihihis!”

“You're so cute like this, just a little bit more. I know you can take it, my little tickle toy.” Seungmin’s voice was a soft croon, with a cocky edge to it.

Minho died at that. He didn’t think he could ever feel normal again.

The name replayed over and over in his mind as they wrecked him. No amount of bucking or thrashing or pleading could get him out of this. But he didn’t really want this to end just yet anyway.

Then the duo switched spots. While Seungmin worked on his sides, Chan gently held the soft lobes of Minho’s ears between his thumb and index finger and rubbed at the skin, occasionally dipping downwards to flutter at his sensitive neck.

It seemed to work, with the kitten’s giggles going up in pitch immediately and his squirming turning to thrashing.

“OHOHO GOHOD! It tihihihickles, ihihit tihiHIHICKLES!! Chahannie hyuhung!”

“It’s supposed to baby.” Chan replied with a fond smile, watching his cute bunny lose himself to the tickles.

“Hmm?” Seungmin mused as he watched the exchange and without another word, he handed Chan a long white feather. Grinning at the fearful expression on Minho face, Chan began to wreak havoc on Minho’s ears and neck with the new weapon.

Bubbly giggles escaped his soft lips, squirming violently but Chanie was too strong. No matter what he did- be it throwing his head back or mouthing pleas to the older.

Chan only cooed at him, not letting up. “Hehehehe!!” Minho sounded like a child with the way he was laughing, his little sounds so soft and innocent.

Eventually they let up when Minho’s loud laughter had dissolved into mere wheezing and small huffs of airy giggles.

Chan gathered him back into his arms, cradling his boneless form while Seungmin ran to the kitchen to fetch some water.

“I’m so so proud of you darling,” Channie whispered softly into Lino’s ear and heard the kitten sigh in relief.

With a sudden tug, Minho pulled the oldest even closer, smothering him in a bear hug,” Thank you for always being so patient with me hyungie. I love you.”

Chan squealed internally, needing to take a moment to calm himself down.

“I love you too Linoya~”

[filmbyjy]

IT TAKES TWO

PAIRING: nishimura riki x fem!reader

SUMMARY: you've always despised nishimura riki. ever since he decided to jump onto the next girl when you broke up with him. your love for him lingered and you missed him. however, you knew he didn't like you anymore. or maybe he still did?

WARNINGS: this decently angsty and honestly idk what I even wrote. cursing and tons of them! very childish fighting between ni-ki and you. my brain can't comprehend wtf i wrote. kissing! idk if that's a warning.

WORD COUNT: 4.8K words

taglist[perm]: @ja4hyvn @ahnneyong @milklix @kar0ki @sugarsunoo

a/n: okay I lied. this has been in my drafts since 2022 but like still it’s been a year😀oh i didn't exactly proofread this. i did check the grammar a little whilst trying to write but it's not fully proofread.

you pushed yourself off the ground, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. the mirrors were fogging up, a true sign of hard work had been done.

“great job (name). that would be all for today.” heeseung, a senior of the dance club, says. you smiled at him.

“thank you sunbae.” heeseung chuckles.

“you don’t have to call me sunbae (name)-ah. we can speak casually, of course i’m still older than you so you have to use a little formality.” you shyly looked away.

“o-oh alright heeseung sunba-i mean heeseung oppa.”

“better.” he ruffles your hair.

“hey hyung, are you done with her? jay hyung has been looking for you.” ni-ki says.

you gave him a hard glare. now, you may ask who was this ni-ki guy. well he was nishimura riki, a classmate of yours.

heeseung nods and he sends a small smile to you before leaving the place. ni-ki rolls his eyes.

“you do realise heeseung hyung has a girlfriend right?”

“yeah.” you in fact did not hence you formed a painfully obvious crush on him. “why do you care anyways?” you growled at ni-ki.

“jeez calm down tiger, I just noticed how you always try too hard to get heeseung hyung to notice you. it’s clear he has already set boundaries between you and him. he sees you as his little sister.”

“shut the fuck up.” ni-ki smirks.

“and what if I don’t, lee?”

“well nishimura, both you and I know this wouldn’t end nicely so I suggest you shut the fuck up before I make you.” you stare at him hard.

“think I’m afraid of you Lee? just cause your brother is Lee Minho? captain of the dance club? your dear brother loves me (name)-ie.”

you gave ni-ki the finger and left with your things.

ah the dynamic between you and the boy. the tension was too high, even your brother thought so.

“that’s where you are, what took you so long.” minho whines.

“save that whining for jisung. ah wait, forgot you are probably stuffing your tongue down his throat instead.”

“yahhh what’s with the uptight behaviour?”

“you know why Minho.”

“you and riki kid again? oh lord, you two are like cats and water. enemies.”

“you’re just saying that because soongie wouldn’t get in the bath water.”

“SHE WAS CLAWING ON ME AND THAT SHIT HURT.”

“cut her nails then.”

“what? no! she has to use those nails to attack anyone I hate. I’m training her, she’s our fiesty lion.”

“and how is training going?” you looked over at Minho.

“not well…”

“there’s your answer, let her live. she probably already hates you more than ever.”

“SHE DOESNT. YOU’RE JUST UPSET RIKI HASN'T KISS YOU YET!”

“now why would I want that demon child to kiss me?”

“the tension (name), do you not feel it?”

“no mr.krabs, I am not feeling it. the only tension I’m feeling is our hatred for each other.”

“yeah but that tension can be something more…like sexual tension.” you gave your big brother a smack on the head.

“we are 17, Lee Minho. get your mind out of the fucking gutter. moreover, I would never kiss someone like nishimura.”

“oh you two go by first name basis, watch him call you Mrs.Nishimura.”

“in your dreams.”

“BABEEE!!!” jisung clings onto Minho’s arms. minho leaves a cute little peck on the boy’s lips.

“ugh you two are disgusting.” you grumbled.

“hyungie, think we should find a boyfriend for (name)? she’s kinda extra spicy today.” jisung says.

“ay fuck you, you’re lucky you’re my brother’s boyfriend or else I would have roundhouse your ass a long time ago.”

“hyungie, she scares me.” jisung hides behind minho.

“(name), please don’t scare jisung. Oh and sungie, she just finished an argument with riki and she’s tired from dance practice. just let her live okay?”

“but she needs to release her tension.”

“you and everyone else are the same. I already told you that me and nishimura do not have any sort of tension besides the hatred we have for each other!”

“then if you don't, why don’t you go out and find a boyfriend? I bet you’d be a hundred percent way more happier.” jisung says.

“I would’ve had a boyfriend if I wasn’t a coward and confessed to heeseung sunbae and if he didn’t have a girlfriend!” you yelled. you froze after saying so.

“you like heeseung?” your brother says.

“minho, please don’t tell him. it’s no use of telling him if he already has a girlfriend.”

“he doesn’t have a girlfriend the last time I checked?” jisung says.

“what?”

“who told you that?” jisung asks.

“ni-ki.”

both minho and jisung shared a knowing look.

“(name), have you ever thought riki might have a crush on you? hence he said heeseung had a girlfriend?”

“what? why would he like me when he fucking hates my guts.”

“look (name), both you and riki are really dense and we hate it. we can tell the both of you like each other.” jisung says.

“you’re talking fucking nonsense, jisung.”

“(name).” minho looks at you.

“just drive me home and then you can go on your little date with jisung.” you shut your brother down. Minho sighs.

“alright, you’re okay with being alone at home with the cats right? mom and dad won’t be home early tonight.”

“are they ever home early?” minho wanted to answer but he couldn’t because it was true, when were they ever home.

he drives you home and drops you off. he rolls down the window.

“how about you order something if you’re hungry or-”

“i’m not going to the nishimura’s.”

“mrs.nishimura is usually home so if you want some home cooked food. I suggest going over.”

“yeah yeah. have fun on your date you two.” you rolled your eyes.

“(name), don’t do anything okay?” minho says.

“like what? have sex? that’s what you two are gonna do.”

“we aren’t-(name)!” jisung blushes.

“just get in the house, dork.” minho says.

“yes, my dear brother.” you bowed and went to open the door.

you entered your home and were instantly swarmed with Minho’s cats.

“doongie, dori where is your sister?” you asked the two cats. dori meows and walks, seems like it was trying to lead you somewhere.

you followed the cat and well you found someone in the backyard petting soongie.

“nishimura riki.” you mumbled under your breath. you watched him smile and pet the tabby cat. it rubs itself on the boy happily, tail curling in happiness.

why did he look so cute? wait-

the boy senses a presence looking at him and as such, he looks up. you stay frozen in your spot. he stands up and opens your back door.

“had fun staring (name).” ni-ki smirks.

“fuck off.”

“how cute, got you all flustered huh.” he teases.

“very funny. why would you get me flustered, nishimura.” you rolled your eyes.

“well, lee. if a good looking guy like me enters someone’s home and they are alone…why wouldn’t any girl get flustered?”

“that just makes you a pervert.” you bite back. ni-ki scoffs.

“fair enough. anyways, I’m here cause my mom told me to call you and your brother over but seeing as to how he left with his boyfriend…you’re home alone.”

“I can handle being home alone myself. I’m not a baby.”

“you wouldn’t be saying that when you were 13.” you gave the boy a sharp glare.

“I told you to not talk about when we were 13. also, can you stop bringing up the past? the past where you hurt me?”

“when did I ever hurt you?” ni-ki says.

“when we fucking broke up.”

“we were young, we both made mistakes. there is nothing for you to dwell over the past we had.” ni-ki rolls his eyes.

“you’re right. I shouldn’t dwell over it but I can’t stop these feelings.” a tear falls. “get out. you’ve already hurt me enough and you’ve lied to me a lot. there is no point of us seeing each other anymore.”

[flashback, 4 years ago]

both you and ni-ki were young and very much in love. no one knew you two dated, everyone only assumed you two were best friends. not even your family or his. which was weird considering the amount of time you two spent together, guess no one really cared.

he was popular with everyone and you were decently acquainted with everyone. there were tons of sneaky dates at the library and maybe cute little pecks here and there. they were innocent of course. that’s how your love was, an innocent puppy love.

but you wanted something more…serious. you sincerely loved ni-ki. you wanted it to continue in the future years and you even thought about marrying him. you were too in love with him. however, ni-ki just wanted something casual. he was too immature and young to think about getting in a serious relationship.

so he has never admitted he loved you. yeah, he confessed but he hasn’t said ‘I love you’. one day, you had confronted him.

“I love you, ni-ki.” you say.

the boy sits there stunned.

“love? don’t normally people who are in a serious relationship say that?” he questions.

“are we not in a serious relationship?” you asked. the boy laughs.

“why would we be? we are young. I still haven’t grown a beard!”

“so you don’t love me?”

“I like you but that doesn’t mean I realise that I want to truly like you with my full heart.”

“oh.”

“I still have many other girls after me, you don’t have to be the only girl I like. besides, we are also best friends. it’s kinda weird still.” he says.

“let’s break up.” you say not looking up at ni-ki.

“okay.” you looked up at him. how could he so casually say that? “i’ve been meaning to start dating aria from our class anyways. think I should ask her out now?”

no remorse whatsoever. that’s when your hatred grew for him.

“go ahead and fucking date her. I’m not your girlfriend anymore and neither am I your best friend anymore.” you threw the necklace. the necklace signified your friendship of 3 years. it was a matching one with ni-ki’s but since you two were officially not friends anymore you gave it back to him.

“what? we can still be friends (name).”

“not with someone who broke my heart.” you say. you cried on the way home. that night, minho had comforted you despite not knowing what happened.

he vowed to hurt the person who hurt you but up till now…he didn’t know it was ni-ki. the person he trusted the most.

[present time]

ni-ki knows you were crying. he remembers the day you had broken up with him. he was stupid he knows. which was why…he vowed to get you back and never let you go again.

but he can’t. he doesn’t know how to. the only thing he was good at was breaking your heart. he was bad at love and he was also afraid. which was why he couldn’t bring himself to hold you close.

he leaves your home. never to come back even though he really wanted to.

the boy enters his home, his mother eyeing his slumped shoulders.

“what happened? why isn’t (name) with you? she’s supposed to have dinner with us. also where is minho?”

“she’s not going to come. minho hyung is out with his boyfriend.”

“what do you mean she’s not coming. it’s dangerous for her to be alone in the house. go watch over her.”

“mom, she’s turning 17 and she’s pretty much independent. I don’t need to watch her.” ni-ki huffs.

“did you two have a fight? riki, sweetie you need to be less assertive. (name) is a sweet girl, you need to be gentle with her.”

“mom, can I please just get to my room?” Mrs.Nishimura sighs.

“fine, I'll just go over then. dinner is on the dining table, have some before you go playing your video games all night as per usual.” ni-ki hums. his mother going over to your home.

you hear a small knock at your door and went to open it. Mrs.Nishimura pulls you into a hug.

“did ni-ki hurt you again (name)? if so, I’m so sorry for my son’s behaviour. I have no idea why he is like this when the both of you were so close in the past.”

she quickly checks up on your face. it was obvious you had just finished crying, she sighs.

“I am so sorry this happened (name).”

“it’s fine Mrs.Nishimura.”

“no, it’s not. he is my son. you two were friends and out of nowhere you two just stopped being friends. I should have prevented it, I should have seen it coming.”

“it’s not your fault Mrs.Nishimura. it was ours, we-” should you really tell her? both you and Mrs.Nishimura were really close. even back then when you were younger.

“what happened sweetheart?”

“we used to date.” Mrs.Nishimura gasps.

“oh my, what did my son do to you?” she asks.

“we were too young, we didn’t know about love. well, mostly ni-ki. I wanted it to be sort of serious but ni-ki didn’t. he said something along the lines of me not being the only one he might fall in love with and there was no guarantee that he might still like me. I broke up with him and he was okay with it. I-” you start to choke up, “I love him.”

this stunned Mrs.Nishimura. she never thought this would happen. she knew it was hard for you and how much you’ve gone through with the heartbreak. she holds you close as you cried on her shoulder.

“oh sweetheart, I’m so sorry this happened to you. I didn’t know you two were once lovers. while I’m happy that you two did date, whatever my son did is not right.” she says to comfort you.

once you’ve calmed down, she caresses your cheek.

“how about you have dinner okay? it will make you feel better and if you’d like, we can chat some more and talk about what happened.”

“thank you, Mrs.Nishimura.”

“oh sweetheart, you can call me aunty. only if you’re comfortable of course.”

“thank you aunty.” she smiles before pointing to the thermal bag.

“go eat sweetie, I need to run back to my house to give my son a big scolding.” she says before she steps away. you held onto her wrist and she turns back to you.

“aunty, can you please not tell him? I don’t want him to find out that you know about our past relationship.”

“of course, sweetheart. in that case, I’ll just grab something for you instead. a sweet treat or something.” she smiles at you before she leaves.

you sighed. at least you didn’t have to lie to Mrs.Nishimura about why you and ni-ki fell out of the close bond.

the next day, you were walking to your class when ni-ki pulls you somewhere secluded. well not so secluded, it was just an empty classroom. the moment he stopped, you pulled your hands away from him, giving him the scariest glare you could do.

“what do you want?”

“my mom.”

did Mrs.Nishimura tell him?

“she knows about us.” ah so she did.

“and what about it? what we had was in the past, why do you care if she knows?”

“because she’s my mom (name). she was never supposed to find out about us.”

“you’ve always wanted to keep us a secret. have you ever thought about telling her or your dad eventually?”

“never.” ni-ki says

“oh wow, how selfish of you. i can't believe you. this is why we broke up. you never thought of being in a serious relationship with me, you never wanted to show me off and you wanted me to be a secret. I never wanted to be your sneaky link.”

“who said you were my sneaky link? (name), I liked you.”

“oh really? remember all those dates we had? hidden, kept away, that’s all i was. then with what you said after we broke up? you wanted to date another girl after I literally just ended the relationship. do you ever have remorse? was I ever someone important to you?”

“of course (name). you have always been the most important to me.”

“cut with the bullshit, riki. If you had ever liked me, you should have stopped me from breaking up with you but you didn’t. you left me to cry for days, get sick and made me hate myself for so long. do you know how hurt i was? i genuinely thought i’d die from crying so much. and why? because i loved you. that’s how much i liked your stupid ass and now i’ve sort of moved on from you, you stop me from getting the happiness i deserve? why are you toying with my feelings?”

by now, tears were already flowing across your cheeks. the silence was deafening and you just wanted to leave, and so you tried to but not without ni-ki pulling on your wrist and pulling you into a hug. you don’t even register he was hugging you until you feel your shoulders getting wet. ni-ki was crying, he let his walls down.

“i’m so fucking sorry.” ni-ki whispers. you tried to push him away but he only holds onto you tighter. “please, don’t leave me.” he whispers again.

you stood there frozen, you let ni-ki cry on your shoulders. you were already late to class so a few more minutes with ni-ki wouldn’t hurt or it possibly could. you feel small pecks on your neck, something ni-ki did in the past while he was cuddling with you. he freezes and lets you go.

“i-i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have overstepped your boundaries. we aren’t dating anymore and you have feelings for someone else now. i should respect that. i should go.” ni-ki leaves the room.

your heart still longed for him no matter if he hurt you multiple times, you wanted him to be selfish for once and realise that he is worthy of you. 

“nishimura riki, you have once again hurt me.” you couldn’t cry anymore even if you wanted to, you just went to class.

after school, you went to the dance studio. heeseung obviously knows you weren’t okay so he stops you from continuing the routine.

“hey, are you okay?”

“yeah, i’m fine.”

“(name). you know you can always trust me.” you breathed in.

“heeseung oppa, i like you.” heeseung’s eyes widened.

“oh, (name). umm, i’m sorry but i don’t see you like that.” he says trying to let you down in the most gentle way possible. you felt like crying and not because of heeseung but because of ni-ki. a tear slips out and heeseung panics.

“h-hey, i’m sorry. you don’t have to cry.” he wipes the tears falling. you laughed while trying to wipe the falling tears.

“it’s okay, i’m not crying because of the rejection.”

“oh, then what’s wrong?”

“ni-ki.” you say. heeseung tilts his head, you told him what happened. he was a little shocked to find out the reason why you two were enemies in the first place.

“(name), i think you should be upfront with him. tell him how you really feel, how much you still like him. ni-ki hasn’t dated anyone else and we have been wondering why. he never talks about why so we thought something happened, we never thought you were the reason why.”

“you make me sound so evil.”

“(name), you know that’s not what i mean.” heeseung huffs. you giggled.

“i know.” you hear the door crack open and followed by a slap on the arm and complaints. heeseung facepalms.

“boys.” heeseung says. they pile out. “how long have you been standing there for?”

“since (name) confessed to you.” jake says. sunghoon slaps the boy’s arm.

“curse you for being painfully truthful.” sunghoon whines.

jake shrugs, “well, i am not going to just lie about it.”

“we were eavesdropping, that’s equally as bad as lying.” jay says. jake pouts.

“well all of you know why me and ni-ki hate each other. even you minho.” you say. minho walks out from behind sunghoon, awkwardly laughing.

“sorry, (name). anyways, doesn’t that mean the reason why you cried so much when you were thirteen-”

“was because ni-ki and i broke up. yes, that’s why i cried so much.”

“oh my baby sister.” minho goes to hug you and you pushed him away. “I’m so sorry your heart got broken by a pubescent 13 year old boy.” you smacked his arm.

“god why did i have to have you as my brother.” you groaned.

“you love me (name).” minho says.

“yeah, unfortunately.” minho huffs at your words.

“okay so how are we going to get ni-ki to confess to you again.” jake says.

“jake there is no point. that boy is stubborn.” you say.

“you’re right, you should date me instead.” sunghoon says.

“dude, now is not the time to say this!” jay says.

“I was kidding. I mean, i’m park sunghoon. i’m sure, anyone would love to date me.” minho high-fives sunghoon.

“that’s my fav boy.” he says. you scoffed.

“let’s just drop this.” you grabbed your things and left the studio. minho runs after you.

“(name). come on, you have a whole team who are more than prepared to give you that cute high school relationship!”

“minho, i already said to drop it. I really don’t want to go through this whole problem over a boy who doesn’t like me.”

“are you sure he doesn’t like you, (name)?”

at minho’s words, your mind replays what happened earlier in the classroom.

“don’t leave me, please.”

ni-ki cried. he was never one to show his feelings. that was his most vulnerable state that you’ve seen him in. 

“yes, he doesn’t like me.” you say. you weren’t sure yourself.

“you’re denying it. i can see it in your eyes. you know something that we don’t.”

“minho, i just really don’t want to talk about this anymore. I’m tired.” you say. minho takes note of the painful tone you had. your voice wavered.

“alright, i’ll stop. you should go home.” you nod at his words and went home. minho sighs and goes back to where the others were.

“hyung, how did it go?”

“nothing much. i think it’s best if we ask ni-ki. the both of them used to date each other, clearly they still like each other.” minho says.

“jungwon, do you know where ni-ki’s class is?”

“of course, follow me.”

however, when they went to find ni-ki he was nowhere to be found. they decided to visit his home. as for you, as you were about to open the door. you could hear mewls coming from inside, you were worried about the cats so you went in. you noticed the cats surrounding ni-ki as he cries.

“why are you here and also you practically broke into my house.”

ni-ki was alarmed, “i’m sorry. i just walked in here aimlessly. my house is also locked and i don’t have the keys.”

“don’t you have classes in afternoon?”

“I didn’t go.”

“oh.”

ni-ki shivers. you went towards and placed a hand on his forehead. you sighed.

“you’re having a fever. come on, how about you go take a warm shower and then lay in the guest bedroom. i’ll grab some medicine from the cabinet.” you went to walk away but ni-ki grabs your wrist.

“don’t leave me, please.” he weakly says.

“I won’t, i’ll be here in the house while you go bathe. i need to grab clothes for you too.” ni-ki nods. he stands up to go to the bathroom. you left him a towel outside the door and clothes on the bed. you shut the bedroom door.

why were you suddenly taking care of ni-ki? he was the one who hurt you constantly and here you were. you shouldn’t be doing this. your heart aches. you decided to make him some warm honey water and grab the medicine from the cabinet. maybe you should make him a little something to eat, you weren’t sure if he even ate lunch. how did he even get sick in the first place?

you decided to make him a sandwich since it was the only easy thing you were able to prepare. you knocked on the door with a tray in your other hand. you heard ni-ki mutter ‘come in’ so you entered. you nearly froze in your steps when you noticed the hoodie he had on. it was the hoodie you had gifted him with while you were dating, it fit just nice since ni-ki had grown quite a lot.

the boy tries to dry his hair with the towel you handed him with. you placed down the tray onto the nightstand before grabbing the towel and helping him dry his hair. it was an unconscious gesture since you used to help ni-ki dry his hair after he finished bathing. he stays quiet. once you were done, you looked down at him. he was looking up at you and you looked away.

“i made something for you to eat before you have your medicine. there’s honey water too in case your throat is soar. I’ll be in my room-”

“stay, please.” he voices out.

“I have to study.”

“then study here. i need you, please.”

your heart races. you sighed.

“fine, i’ll grab my things and study here.” ni-ki nods and you go to grab your study materials and notes. you came back and placed your materials on the ground.

“you can do the work on the bed.”

“with you on the bed? i’m not your friend, nishimura.”

“i’m sick and you are technically responsible for me.”

“i am not responsible for you-”

“you saw me and helped me. this means you are responsible for me.”

“what are you? five?”

“you used to care for me when we were dating.”

“please stop bringing up the past.”

“the past that i miss.” ni-ki says. You froze.

“don’t lie to me. you never missed me. you only wanted to fool around.”

“I regret saying that.”

“well too bad, nishimura. we broke up. that’s it, that was the end of us.”

“it doesn’t have to end, (name).”

“if i gave you another chance, you’d just throw it away again.”

“i wouldn’t.”

“ni-ki.” you say.

“(name), i really really love you.”

what was this sick joke he was playing.

“i used to look forward to hearing you say that but now it just seems like a joke to me. you don’t have to put pity on me. i know i was desperate back when we were young. i just really liked you so much.”

“i am not joking with you, (name).”

“prove it then. if you love me so much.”

“I’m sick, (name).”

“well, that sucks then-” ni-ki leans in and kisses you. your eyes widened, you could feel his lips moving against yours. this was really passionate but soft. ni-ki has never kissed you like this before. your eyes flutter shut and you kissed him back.

ni-ki sighs into the kiss, his hands reaches up to your cheek to hold it. he tilts his head to slightly deepen the kiss. one that shows how much he treasured you and how sorry he felt for hurting you. you pulled away.

“i love you.” he says it once again.

“ni-ki, we can’t make this official.”

“i know. i’ve hurt you a bunch of times. we’ll take it slow.” you nod.

“i need to trust you first. i can’t bring myself to just forgive you.”

“alright. can i at least hold you?”

you nod before climbing into the bed. he wraps his arms around your waist. the both of you laid down on the bed. it was a little awkward but ni-ki still felt at ease knowing he was able to hold you.

A year later, you were in your bedroom playing games with ni-ki. he attempts to sabotage you in mario kart.

“yah, ni-ki!”

“too bad, babe!” he sticks out his tongue.

“hey! you guys started the game without us!” jake huffs. both you and ni-ki smirked at each other.

“we started first because i wanted to play a round with my girlfriend.”

“urgh, i am not over this. it’s been 5 months since you two started dating and you’re already pulling the ‘couple’ card.” jay says.

“oh, it’s been 5 months?” you say.

“5 months with my beautiful girl.” ni-ki squeezes you and pecks your cheek.

jungwon gags at the sight, “I liked it better when they fought.” 

“i have to agree with that.” minho says.

“young love.” heeseung shrugs.

“let’s back out of the game so they can play, ni-ki.” you pat his arm.

“okay.”

“IM PLAYING AS PRINCESS PEACH!” sunoo yells.

in the end, you got your happy ending.

with the same boy who hurt you.

nishimura riki.

[gracesmusings4adults]

I promise.

Xavier x Reader

Reader: Wednesday’s twin, the twins can share powers because they are connected, and Y/N can control electricity.

“I tried being your friend,” he scoffs. “Look where that got me.”

“This isn't about us, Xavier.”

He lunged forward, chains rattling, he points at me. “No, it’s about you!”

His eyes flicker over to Wednesday. “Every time you both get involved, people get hurt.” He makes eye contact with me. “You’re toxic. All you ever do is make things worse.”

Wednesday takes a step toward the cell, an effort to put some distance between us.

I put my head down and close my eyes. Wednesday watches as I wipe all of my emotions away. She steps away from the cage.

I open up the page revealing the picture of Wednesday and I on the battle field with the pilgrim.

“Tyler warned me that something bad was coming. And I think—“ “No!” Xavier raises his voice. “You’ve already shown me that. I don’t care.”

Y/N gulps. Wednesday feels a wave of grief wash over her. This is her fault. She was the one who pushed her sister to indulge in a friendship with Tyler. She is the one who tried to shove off her sisters need for love and affection onto someone else. She is the one who turned her against Xavier and sent her to the lions den.

“Do you want to stop this? Then leave. Both of you, go far away and never come back.” Wednesday can feel her sisters heart shattering. “Do you understand? That can’t happen if neither of you aren’t here. That’s how you save everyone, okay. So, go.”

“LEAVE!” His chains rattle and for the first time Wednesday sees her sister jump. Tears in her eyes, she closes the paper, and leaves.

Xavier watches her go and then turns to Wednesday. “You too, Add—“ Wednesday steps forward and grabs his shirt. “Never, talk to my sister like that again. You want someone to blame? Someone to hate? You hate me.” Wednesday shoved him back.

Xavier scoffs as she walks away. “She never doubted you. Even when she saw your paintings. She always believed that you weren’t the Hyde.” Wednesday doesn’t look back, but she waits a moment and when all she is met with is silence she leaves.

His body goes limp and he falls to his knees. “Up you go!” Galpin says, keys shaking in his hand. “Time for the transfer.”

Xavier’s eyes seek out any sign of the Addams but he is quickly shoved into the back of the sheriff's police car.

Closing his eyes he remembers all the times that Y/N had shown him kindness. She put on a hard exterior like her sister, but he knew better. He remembered their whispered stories from the first time they met. They were just kids, but even then Y/N knew that she was different, even from her own family of misfits. When they arrived at Nevermore, Xavier knew that she was just as in love with him as he is her. But the Addams twins had perfected their united front. In many ways, Y/N had trained herself to disappear. She now appeared to be a copy of Wednesday.

And she fooled him. She made him believe that she did not care for him. That he was simply a means to an end and then it turned out he was the end—for a while atleast.

“What are we doing?” Xavier asks when the car stops. Sheriff Galpin talks on the phone for a minute and then pulls out his personal phone and looks at his son’s location. “You tracking your little monster?” Xavier scoffs. Tyler was another mistake he made. Xavier should have seen him for what he truly was. He should have warned Y/N. Instead, he allowed her to push him away and befriend a monster.

“You shut it.” Galpin shuts off the car and gets out.

“Hey, wait. Wait! Hey! What about me? What…” Xavier slams his hands onto the wire mesh. “Oh, you asshole!” Xavier kicks the seat and screams in frustration. There is no way to get the chain off and even if he gets out of the car, he is at risk of tripping and hanging himself with the restraints that tie his hands and feet to his neck.

Closing his eyes, the scene from the jail cell play like a movie. He could see the hatred in her eyes that she thought she was hiding. At the time he was telling himself that it was directed at him. But he knew as soon as Wednesday stepped inbetween them that it was a self hatred that was clawing inside her.

Xavier screams once more.

“Can I tell you a secret?” Y/N whispers. She pushes up on her elbow, being careful not to disturb the corpse too much. Xavier nods, but then remembers that his new friend can not see him because they are in a closed casket. “I’m not like the rest of my family.” She sighs. “Sure I am weird and love dancing with seriel killers, but I am diffrent.” Xavier leans over the dead body.

“One summer my parents hired this man-killer nanny and she sent us away to summer camp so she could marry and kill my uncle…” Xavier hangs onto every word. “I have never told a soul, but I loved it. Sure the company was horrendous, but I loved camp. I also love the color pink.” Y/N laughs. She goes through a lists more things that she likes.

“Dont get me wrong, I love my sister. I have killed for my sister—and we have this weird twin thing where we can see the same vision or memories as each other, but I am diffrent.” Xavier stills as her breath washes over him. “I am me.” “I see you.” Xavier says. “You promise?” “I promise,” Xavier grasps her hand and sparks appear. “Hey, Xavier, what if no one finds us?”

Thump, thump. “Yes!” Xavier yells as Thing slides down the back window. “Yes! Yes! Yes, Thing!”

After Thing releases him, Xavier thanks him and takes off running to the school. No one tries to stop him as he grabs the bow and arrows from the archery range and rushes to the courtyard. “Stay away from her!” He shouts. Arrow aimed at the pilgrims heart. He takes in the sight. The courtyard is burning and in the middle stand the Addam’s twins and the pilgrim. “No!” Y/N shouts as he releases the arrow. Wednesday looks at her sister and then jumps infront of Xavier. Both twins fall to the ground.

“We’re fine!” Wednesday shouts, her hands reaching for Y/N. A large black and purple brusie forms on Y/N’s chest where the arrow is impaled in her sister. “Oh my—“ Xavier looks at them both with wide eyes. “Go!” Y/N shouts. “Get them out of here.”

Xavier hesitates and locks eyes with Y/N. “I see you.”

“You promise?” She looks at him with wide eyes. “Yes, I promise. That is the only reason I am going right now.” Xavier squeezes her hand a bolt of electricity shoots up his arm. “Now!” Wednesday shouts. Xavier runs towards the other students. He turns around and watches Y/N pull the arrow out of Wednesday. Both of them stand. Wednesday grabs the sword and Y/N’s hands spark with electricity.

At the gate, Xavier stands with the school as they wait. “Where’s Y/N and Wednesday?” Enid asks, her body shaking. Xavier looks around at his friends and then Enid is pushing through the crowd. Before his thoughts can catch up his feet are running towards Y/N.

Enid falls into their arms. Without thought, Wednesdays pulls away from Enid, her hand entwined with her sisters seperates them as well. Xavier’s eyes rake over Y/N. Her black school uniform is ripped and underneath it is a pink shirt. After a second, both of the twins throw their arms around Enid and bury their heads in her neck.

Looking up, Y/N’s eyes connect with Xavier’s. She pulls away from her sister and Enid. Wednesday hesitantly lets go of her hand. “Xavier—” Y/N goes to explain. Xavier steps forward. “I’m so sorry.” Her eyes gloss over at his words. “I am sorry too. I should have told you that I see you too.”

She reaches out towards him. Her hands stop just before tey touch his face. He leans forward. The buzz of electricity dances along his skin. “I see you, Xavier Thorpe.”

Xavier pulls her into a hug.

Xavier leans on the railing and smiles at Y/N. His cheeks flush a pretty pink when she smiles back and tugs her sisters hand, leading them up the stairs.

“Addams,” Xavier shoved his hands in his coat pockets. Wednesday raises an eyebrow at him. “Hurt her and she will kill you herself.”

Xavier smirks. “Then I’ll raise you from the dead and kill you again,” Wednesday smiles. Xavier’s smirk wavers as he looks into her dead eyes. “Message recieved.”

Y/N steps toward Xavier and their hands intertwine. Wednesday mutters something about the car. “Hey, Wednesday.” Xavier turns his head to look at her. “Thank you.” “Now it’s your turn. But this time, don’t save me. Save my sister.” Wednesday disappears down the stairs.

“Come visit me?” Y/N whispers. Their noses touching. His hands grip her waist. Her new pink sweater a beautiful contrast to her black hair. Xavier tilts his head. There lips centimeters apart. “I promise.”

Y/n smiles and leans back. “Good, because i got something for you if you do…” She smiles and then twirls out of his arms. “Got to go.” “Me too,” He reaches for her one last time. Their hands meet and then she pulls away.

Thinking about doing a series of Oneshots. Y’all interested? Smut to come of course.

Requests are open

Phone calls with Xavier.

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

The rescue of Billy Hargrove and Maxine Mayfield

(Aricka x Billy, Billy Hargrove and Max Mayfield, The Munson Four (mentioned)

(CONTENT AND TRIGGER WARNING: heavy mentions of child abuse; heavy mentions of blood and injuries, Neil Hargrove is his own warning, Aricka slams a plate onto Neil’s head.)

Aricka Munson was busy doing her homework the day Billy and Max were freed from their parents’ custody. She’d been buried in her work, writing some essay she didn’t even remember about now, when she heard an ear splitting scream from the Hargrove trailer.

She didn’t hesitate- she grabbed the walkie-talkie her and her three brothers shared and pressed the button, stuttering a “code red, Hargrove trailer, HOPPER HELP-!” And ran out the door to said trailer. She didn’t even knock, she slammed the door open and stopped short at what she saw-

“BILLY-!” The eldest of the two was on his back, his father hovering over him, fist drawn back to strike. Billy’s face was bloodied and bruised, and she could see marks on his knuckles from where he tried fighting back.

Max was huddled against the wall, tears and blood trickling down her own cheeks. Aricka itched to go wrap her arms around the girl and around Billy but first she had to get Neil sidetracked.

“HEY-!” She yelled again. Neil wheeled around, anger and hatred in his cold, empty eyes. “I’m sick and tired of you being a bully and picking on innocent CHILDREN-!” She grabbed the nearest item- a plate- and slammed it into his head, it shattering to pieces as Billy rolled over to avoid the inevitable glass falling on him, shielding his head as he did. “Max, go to uncle Wayne’s and call the police, NOW-!”

Max took off, before Neil could even try running after her Aricka slid between the girl and the man. Neil legitimately growled at her, and she rolled her eyes. “You act all big and mean, but you have to beat up your own SON to feel good about yourself. It’s sickening. I pity you, Neil Hargrove.”

The man roared and ran at her, like he was about to hit her-

But a hand wrapped around his fist stopped him. Billy was suddenly standing in between Aricka and Neil; a dangerously cold glare on his face. “You. Don’t. Touch. Her.” He said, cold and full of steel. “I’m done letting you push me and Max around. The cops are on their way. I’m going to press charges. And I’m getting Max out of here.”

Neil paused momentarily, only to get over the shock of Billy fighting back, fighting for Aricka, before he got his footing back and tried to push Billy against the wall-

And then chaos erupted.

“FREEZE-! HAWKINS POLICE, PUT YOUR HANDS UP!” Aricka Billy and Neil all did as told, but Hopper only advanced on Neil. “Neil Hargrove, you’re under arrest for domestic and child abuse; physical assault and forgery.” He wrenched Neil’s hands behind his back and slapped the cuffs on.

Billy leans heavily against Aricka as they watch Neil get escorted out to the waiting police cruiser. He groans softly and she turns to face him. “You need the hospital,” she says, and it worried her slightly when he didn’t even try to argue with her. “C’mon baby, uncle Wayne can take us. I’m sure my brothers wanna see you, make sure you’re safe now. Max can meet us there.”

Billy nods, wrapped his arms around her. “Just- just stay with me, okay? I- I need you with me right now.”

Aricka kisses his sweaty forehead, “I’ll always be here for as long as you need me.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The rest of the night was a grueling affair. They had to document all of Billy and Max’s injuries, take statements from everyone involved at the scene; and they had to document the cuts on Aricka’s hand from the plate breaking. (She wasn’t in any trouble because she was defending Billy.)

Billy kept a hand on her shirt, wrapped in the hemline. She kept a rhythm of petting his hair, his cheek, his hands as the doctors worked. He answers quietly, in few worded sentences, sometimes looking to Aricka for answers, and she filled in when she could. His arm was casted- he chose a blue cast the shade of the ocean- his ribs were treated with bruise cream and ice. They were currently discussing surgery dates for his nose- it had got broken as well.

Max’s wrist was sprained from when Billy pushed her away from Neil, and she was generally shaken up from the events of the night. She would go home with Aricka and Steve Harrington and Billy would go with her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

What felt like years later, Wayne was pulling back into the trailer park and in front of the trailer Aricka had never been more grateful to call home. She helped Billy out of the truck, kept an arm around his middle, and they walked inside together. “You sit on my bed and relax, I’ll be in after I use the bathroom,” she says softly with a kiss to his cheek. “I love you.”

He nods and squeezes her hand as she leaves. When she returns he was lying on his back, staring at the stars on her ceiling. “Hi baby,” she says, and carefully joins him, making sure she didn’t jostle his injuries.

He immediately- cautiously- rolled over and laid his head on her chest. “You- you- you’re here,” he whispered. She tangled her fingers in his curly hair, pressing her face into it.

“You couldn’t have made me stay away unless you asked,” she whispered back. “I love you Billy, and I’m never leaving you. I’m gonna help you through this like I’ve helped you through everything. I’m so proud of you for being so brave and telling Hopper everything. For fighting back and saving me from him-,”

“You saved me first,” he countered.

She softened. “We saved each other, then.”

He melted back against her. “Is it really over?” His voice sounded so small and soft in that moment. She rubbed his back and scratched his scalp.

“Billy Hargrove, you’re free, my love. He can never touch you or Max again.”

He hides his face in her shirt again, and she lets him. “… I love you, too,” he whispered finally. The words wrapped around her heart and squeezed and she sneakily wiped away a tear from her eye.

“I’ll always love you, Billy Hargrove.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

[papiermacheman]

Sol (left) is living in the past, he misses Jamie(right). Jamie has moved away and is struggling to move on. Everything he knew was with Sol, all his favorite memories contain him.

They’re back together again.

—————————————

“You know, sometimes I hate you.”

“You do?”

“Sometimes. Yeah. I do.”

Sol stares at Jamie, he mulls over a response.

“I guess…I guess I hate you sometimes too.”

Jamie nods.

“But I still like you.”

Jamie’s brows jump.

“I don’t know if I feel the same way.”

Sol nods now.

“I don’t expect you to.”

Jamie frowns.

“What do you mean when you say things like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like ‘I don’t expect you to.’ Or what was it you said earlier- ‘make whatever choice I think is best’. You used to just- I don’t know.”

“I used to just expect you to go along with whatever I did.” Sol gives him the answer.

Jamie shrugs.

“I expected you to just get over things, or pretend they never happened. I expected more of you than I ever expected of myself.”

Jamie stops him.

“There’s no way that’s true. You spent your entire childhood setting up pins and knocking them down. You-You walked around like the world depended on you graduating as valedictorian.”

Sol scoffs.

“Yeah, well, that did not happen.”

Jamie’s brow furrows.

“You’re joking.”

Sol shakes his head.

“Well why not?”

“That’s a whole other thing, honestly.” Sol messes with his hair, he’s anxious.

“But uh, I say that stuff cause- well, I know I treated you like…”

Sol pauses. He grimaces, looking away then back at Jamie.

“My dad has this habit of loading too many things onto my mom and then when she can’t handle it all, and it falls apart all over him, he expects her to pick herself right back up and fall back into place…like a cog. Like a worn down, tired cog.”

Sol looks at Jamie again, stopping to see if he understands.

“So you’re saying you’re your dad and I’m-“

“No. Well…yeah. I’m saying I treated you like something to rely on rather than a person. Most times. I realize that now, actually I did a little while ago. But it was still too late. I don’t want you to feel like I’m still trying to use you. I don’t want you to see me as my dad.”

Sol takes a deep breath.

“Cause I’m not my dad. I don’t want to be anything like my dad, I know I did but-. I don’t want to-to go to a stupid fancy college anymore, or marry a perfect lady who I treat like shit and expect a child to grow up to be exactly like me. I do not want that.”

Jamie nods, his eyes a bit wide.

“I-I know you’re not your father.”

“But- but I was. Wasn’t I?”

Jamie rolls his eyes.

“No. Sol. You weren’t ever your father. Listen to me; I don’t hate you for the things you did as a kid. I hate you- sometimes - because I miss you. And- don’t- do not get all excited and think this is- we are- that everything is okay, okay? What I’m saying is; even though you were shitty… I was also shitty… but it was the best of my life. And that’s why I feel such…hatred sometimes. I can’t think back on anything without you being there. Everything leads back to you, every thought, every story, every memory. There is so much of you. And so little of me.”

Sol freezes, his mouth falls slightly.

“You are the best part of my life. No matter how much I want to deny it. How much I want to insist that my life in the city is exponentially better, and in ways it can be, but everyday I’m waking up and my brain is in Minton with you.”

Jamie swallows hard.

“So… now we’ve both bared our souls.”

Jamie stared at Sol, his brows tense, waiting for him to speak.

“I’m sorry.”

Jamie’s lip curls.

“For what? It’s my head.”

“‘For what’!? For-for absorbing you. For not letting you be your own person.”

“Sol.” Jamie tone is actualizing.

Sol’s attention is caught, he takes a step back, hitting the edge of his bed, he sits.

“That’s not what I said. Not everything is about you or your fault. You pushed me away time and time again. I was the one that came back every time. I didn’t know how to be my own person. I didn’t want to be my own person. Okay?”

Sol nods.

Jamie steps closer to Sol, he sits before him. Jamie looks down at him.

He feels pity for some reason.

“You understand?”

He nods again.

Jamie leans back a bit now.

He looks away from Sol, eyes on the floor.

“It’s not you or me. It’s us.”

Sol takes a breath.

“I know.”

[valkyrayn]

so recently i was feeling down because of my weight and that I'm too skinny for my age (and height)

so how about having a session with Vyn and y/n telling him about it and lots of praising sex with vyn ?

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awww anon. if no one has told you this today, just know that you're beautiful <3 this fic comes with very real emotions bcus i too, had insecurities about being too skinny. and people would always point it out to me as if i'm not already aware of it myself. so a bit of a trigger warning cus i mentioned some of the things that these people have said to me. but a lot of praises from vyn from there onwards! hope you like it <3

ps. i'm not that great with writing Vyn yet cus i've only started to stan him recently so i hope this is okay lol

Pairing: Vyn Richter x afab!reader

Words: 2.0k words

Tags: mirror sex, creampie, dirty but sweet talking, slight tw: comments on physical appearance, dr. vyn helps you with your insecurities, porn with a tiny plot (a nice change for once)

This session was long overdue. It feels strange sitting across from him like this and having him speak to you in a tone that you’re not used to. This is no longer your boyfriend.

This is Dr. Vyn Richter.

You voiced your insecurities to him a couple of days ago but immediately brushed it off as something trivial and that it’s something that you have to deal with yourself. Of course your boyfriend being the psychoanalyst that he is, sees right through you. To be fair, it doesn’t take a psychology expert to know how much it’s been bothering you. But you have been with him for quite some time now and at this point, he probably knows you better than the average person, even yourself.

Sometimes Vyn will catch you standing in front of the mirror after getting dressed – and one second you’re happily twirling around, admiring the material of the dress and the next you’re smoothing it down against your body, sighing dejectedly at your reflection.

‘Why can’t I be taller…and less skinny?’ he hears you say behind the half-opened door. When he finally makes his presence known, you glance at him with a smile on your face, so convincing, you could even fool yourself.

Despite him being aware of this, he never pushes you to talk about it. “When you are ready, you can have a session with me,” he suggests instead.

He knows that you’ll never feel comfortable with bringing it up in an everyday conversation, proving once again that he knows you all too well. And true enough, it feels entirely different talking to him about it in this professional setting.

These insecurities would sometimes eat at you, clouding your brain until all you can hear are these voices in your head pointing out every flaw that you see in yourself. You’ve convinced yourself that you’ve gotten better over the years; but after hearing someone comment on your weight and how you should ‘eat more’ and ‘doesn’t Vyn feed you enough?’ the voices have since returned and continue to torment you.

And so here you are, finally opening up the floodgates, revealing the whats and the whys, not sparing any detail – speaking with so much hatred and anger for yourself that you don’t even realize the tears streaming down your cheek until it lands onto your fist.

The sound of pen scratching against the paper catapulted you back into the present, making you fully aware now of all the emotions that you’re feeling and it’s too much – and you wonder how you’ve lasted this long without ever talking about it.

You watch as he closes his notebook, then runs his fingers along its spine – his every move putting you in a trance, bringing a sense of calmness back into you. And gradually, you feel the anger dissipate as you blink the last few drops of tears from your eyes.

Vyn stands up from his seat and extends his arm towards you, his hand open, inviting you to grab onto him. You look up at him as you reach up and take his hand.

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A tiny moan escapes your lips as you watch him run his fingers in between your breasts - his touch light and sensual. Vyn has stripped you from all your clothes, one piece of clothing at a time while you stand there in front of the tall mirror, obediently watching his every movement – almost as if he’s put you in a trance.

He takes a handful of your breast and starts kneading it gently, occasionally pinching your nipple with his fingers and lightly tug on it. He keeps doing this to stimulate you, your other nipple now standing hard at attention, begging to be touched as well. He grabs onto your small hand with his and places it onto your left breast, closing your entwined hands together against your flesh.

“Touch yourself. Feel how good it is.”

You moan at the feeling of your own hand against your mound, so soft and gentle. You hardly ever touch yourself like this because it hardly ever crosses your mind to do so – partly to blame is how your mind convinces you that you’re not attractive.

But now, in front of the mirror, as you relish in the pleasure of touching yourself, you are finally starting to see yourself as how Vyn sees you.

Sweet, beautiful, sensual – all the adjectives that you never thought you’d associate yourself with.

You whimper softly when he starts moving his hand down your sides, dipping into the slight curve on your waist before lightly squeezing it.

“This small curve on your hips…” he trails as he brushes his fingers over your skin. “You know it is my favourite, right?”

Vyn stands tall behind you, staring into your eyes through the mirror as he continues to roam his hands all over your body. And there’s just something about watching yourself being touched by him that drives you completely unhinged with desire, aching for him to be inside you. But Vyn enjoys taking his time with you, always making sure to touch you everywhere on your body, heating you up until you have no choice but to beg for him to fuck you. The worst thing about it is that he knows how desperate you are for him to be inside you - and yet, he never gives in so easily.

He wants to worship your body first, making sure not an inch of your skin is left untouched. He wants you to learn to love his hands on you, to ache for his fingers brushing against your skin; wants you to think about it even when you’re outside of the bedroom.

You never think about it until you were at a cafe with him last week. It was a simple touch, innocent, gentle and nothing even remotely sexual about it. And yet, you feel like your body is lit on fire and the idea of having sex with him in the restroom suddenly didn’t phase you. And that’s exactly how you end up being fucked against the door of the small cubicle as you cum around his cock, screams muffled by his hand pressed against your mouth.

And it all makes sense now. He wants you to feel good just for being you.

Vyn brushes your hair to the side, letting it fall over your left shoulder so he can lean in and place kisses on your neck. The feeling of his hot breath fanning your skin burns you up even more and you feel lightheaded from all the blood rushing to your head.

“Look at yourself in the mirror… watch as I push myself inside you,” he whispers into your ear. And suddenly he’s lifting you up, wrapping his arms on the underside of your thighs, carrying your full weight with ease. You’re so small against him yet so ready and willing for him to take you as rough as he wants to.

His cock stands erect under you, and you watch as he positions himself against your aching hole, drenched with slick and ready to receive him. “You are so fucking beautiful…” You moan in unison when he finally sinks you onto his length, taking all of him in with ease because of how soaking wet you are for him. You throw your head back, eyes shut from the pleasure as you feel your walls start clenching around him.

“Keep your eyes open. Watch how you take my cock,” he orders you. “Such a beautiful girl... so perfect.”

Through half-lidded eyes, you watch as he slowly slides his cock in and out of you in a torturous pace, making sure you can see how you take every inch of him so easily. It’s a sight that will burn into your memory, inevitably haunting you again in the future and arousing you at inappropriate times.

One particular hard thrust from him sends you reeling, your walls convulsing around him as you ride the orgasm. Vyn keeps himself still until you come down from your high, his grip tightening around your quivering thighs to keep you steady against his body.

“Does that feel good, my love?” He says next to your ear and you only manage to nod weakly in response. “Good girl.”

Vyn releases you gently, one leg at a time but still keeping his hands on you; only letting go for a second to make sure you’re able to stand on your own. You stare at your fully naked self in the mirror, unfamiliar emotions consuming you – relief, acceptance.

The cruel voices in your head fall silent. You feel sexy and attractive, even in all your naked glory – every inch, every flaw, as you face them like this, slowly but surely, you will learn to accept them. Every single person is different and you’re you. And nobody can take that away from you, not even the voices in your head.

“Bend over for me,” he says, his voice deep but not demanding and yet you find yourself obeying him as you slowly bend forward and place your hands flat against the wall on either side of the mirror. “Keep watching yourself,” he says as he lines his cock at your entrance, pushing only his tip in until he’s sure you’ve locked eyes with your reflection.

You watch as your lips form into an ‘o’ shape when he finally drives his cock into you, going in as deep as possible that you can almost feel him touch your cervix. He grips tightly onto your hips to keep yourself steady so he can slam himself inside you steadily but with a force so strong, it almost sends you over the edge again.

Your body jerks forward with every hard thrust, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body and making it difficult to keep your eyes open. But you try your best anyway, locking eyes with Vyn through the mirror as he stares at you, his own mouth hanging open. “Fuck, look at you…” he trails.

Bringing his arms around you, he pulls you upright with his cock still lodged inside you. “Look at your beautiful tits, begging for my touch.” He says as he palms one of your breasts, leaving the other one to bounce with each rough thrust.

“Your beautiful hot cunt is squeezing around me so tightly…feels so good.” His words spur you on even more towards your orgasm. The smell of sex in the room overwhelms you, clouding your every senses and all you can feel now is him, shoved so deep inside you, his cock hard and twitching as your walls continue to desperately grip onto him.

“Cum for me, beautiful. Cum all over my cock.”

With one final punishing thrust, he forces the orgasm out of you and it sends you screaming his name over and over like a prayer. You convulse around him, legs trembling uncontrollably as you cum, covering every inch of his cock with your juices. He starts driving himself into you once again, dragging your orgasm until you feel your legs give out. Vyn keeps his arms around you when he finally reaches his own release, grunting loudly as he rut his hips violently against you, painting your walls white with his seed, claiming your body.

You whimper weakly as you watch your combined fluids trickle down your thigh, it looks so obscene you feel yourself blush at the sight. A long sigh escapes you when he finally pulls out and you whine as more cum leaks out of you and drips onto the mahogany floor.

He turns your body around to face him then wraps his arm around your waist to pull you closer – both your bodies hot and soaked in perspiration. He leans down and kisses you sweetly on the lips and you sighed against him in relief; content and satiated.

“Thank you, Dr. Vyn,” you say and he smiles at you before gathering you in his arms, carrying you all the way to the bedroom so you can both resume your lovemaking for two more hours until your legs truly give out.

[merakiui]

Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, and Childe Finding out That You’re Being Abused HCs

cw: mentions/descriptions of (physical and emotional) abuse, injuries, depressive mood/thoughts, implied violence **please proceed with caution and do not read if this is triggering! note - submissions are confusing for me, so I wrote it in this format. I hope that was okay! 

@tuestika said: Hi! Sorry that I send my request through submission, tumblr has sometimes eaten my asks either wholly or have omnomned whole ask xD Usually my requests sent through submissions arrive intact so…. I saw that you had done Scaramouche reacting finding out their s/o is being abused headcanons, may I request headcanons for Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao and Childe finding out their their s/o is being abused? Keep up good job! <3

🔥 Diluc 🔥

Diluc might not be the most vocal person in the world, but he’s definitely observant. He’s gotten rather skilled at picking apart your social cues because he’s spent a lot of time with you. 

So when you barge into his tavern one evening, looking absolutely disheveled and asking for one of the Knights, he’s feeling two emotions: confusion and irritation. 

For one, you shouldn’t even entrust your issue to those inadequate Knights. Nevertheless, you are his friend and he isn’t going to kick you out just because you mentioned them. 

He waves you over to the bar and is thoroughly shocked when you beg him to let you hide behind it. Then he notices your split lip and the fresh injuries on your face and forearms, and he wastes no time in getting to the point.

“Why were you out so late fighting hilichurls? I hope you haven’t led any here. We don’t need that sort of trouble right now.”

“Sorry. No, that’s not it. I just—you’re the only one...” You’re struggling to piece a coherent statement together, too busy looking over your shoulder to keep track of your thoughts. “I didn’t know where I could go. I mean, I thought of you and—“

“Please slow down. Start at the beginning.”

More concerned over your safety than professionalism, Diluc allows you to slip behind the bar counter, where you cower on the ground to avoid being seen. 

You gesture for him to come down to your height and he sighs, silently complying when he finds there aren’t any new customers to serve. Bending down to your level, he holds onto the countertop to keep his balance and then he locks eyes with you. 

“What exactly happened?”

You inhale a shuddering breath, wrapping your sore arms around yourself for comfort. Tears are gathering in your eyes as you recall the event. Your abuser had found you after you’d left to get some fresh air, they’d cornered you in a secluded alley, and—you can’t finish the rest of the story.

Diluc doesn’t expect you to continue. He nods as he lets the information sink in, already harboring a deep resentment for this despicable individual. 

“Wait here. I’ll close the tavern early. In the meantime, we should see to your injuries and then we’ll look for that person.”

“I really think we should tell the Knights...” you mumble, knowing he’ll disapprove. “They’re more suited to these types of cases.”

“The Knights are incompetent. The investigation will take days, if not weeks. What happens if your abuser knows they’ll be coming for them? They’ll try to escape and then there’ll be no telling where they’ve gone.”

“I know, but it wouldn’t hurt to—“

“I’ll take care of it.”

You try to object because it’s dangerous and you don’t want him to get injured on your behalf. But he’s insistent in his decision, claiming that if the Knights can’t help you no one can. And you really wouldn’t feel safe if your abuser was still roaming free, so you have no other choice but to allow him to carry out the investigation himself.

And Diluc can be quite clever at times. It won’t be hard to traverse the interior of Mondstadt at night, where his identity melts away into that of the sneaky Darknight Hero. 

He’s going to protect you no matter what. Your abuser won’t receive an ounce of sympathy from Diluc. All he feels is cold hatred when he catches them. Someone as precious as you does not deserve to be put through such torment, and he’ll see to it that your abuser pays a hefty price to make up for all of the damage they’ve caused.

🧊 Kaeya 🧊

Kaeya can’t understand why you’ve started isolating yourself from everyone. In the past, you were always such great friends with the Knights, always catching up to talk to one of them.

He’d spent a lot of time with you and has since gotten to know you through lighthearted conversations and gossip from the people of Mondstadt. 

For someone so appreciated and well-known, he can’t wrap his head around why you might want to suddenly disappear, hiding yourself away as if you didn’t exist. 

And then he happens to catch you in town one day while you’re out running some errands. It’s so like him to pop in with a few flirty lines, but the words stick in his throat when he notices the bandages stuck to your arms and legs. 

“That can’t be good,” he says as he approaches you, leaning ever so gracefully against a wooden support beam. “Why don’t we find Barbara? I’m sure she’ll have you patched up in no time, my dear friend.”

You don’t think you’re worth it so you shake your head, nervously hoping he’ll take the hint and go away. 

“I hope you’re not accepting those dangerous commissions again,” he adds, half teasing and half serious. You can’t tell whether he’s trying to sound chiding or not. 

“Please just...leave me be. I’m a little busy right now.” You try to leave the stall you’re at, walking stiffly to avoid limping in front of him. “I’m not feeling well, so if you’ll excuse me—“

Kaeya pushes off from the beam, standing in front of you with a posture that appears immovable. “By order of the Calvary Captain,” he’s saying, a playful glint in his eyes, “you aren’t allowed to move from that spot until you tell me what’s bothering you and why you’re covered head to toe in bandages.”

You can easily object to such an order, but you figure it’s better to answer instead of arguing over your physical condition. So you explain a modified version of the story, telling him that you simply got into a disagreement and it ended in bruises on both sides. 

Kaeya hears the tremble in your voice when you say it; you’re lying. His expression softens at once and he steps away, indicating that you’re free to leave. But you don’t; you’re looking at him with such a helpless, pleading look. It breaks his heart.

You break before him, lips quivering as you beg for his help. You’re so scared and alone, and you’re not sure how long you can suffer through this before it seriously hurts you. 

“This is the first time I’ve gotten out in weeks.” So that explains your sudden isolation. ���Please... I don’t want to go back home anymore. I’ll do anything. Just don’t let them hurt me again.”

Kaeya’s absolutely stunned to hear the silent revelation in your words. You’re awkwardly reaching to undo one of the bandage wrappings to prove your point, but he stops you short. That’s all the proof he needs.

You’ll be brought back to the Knights of Favonius’ Headquarters to be tended to while he gathers a team to search for your abuser. Since you gave him a solid description, it shouldn’t be too hard to find them. 

And once they’re apprehended, Kaeya will subject them to a grueling interrogation. There will be no gentle punishment; it’s going to be as unforgiving as the abuse you had to suffer through. 

☁️ Xiao ☁️

You’ve never really been keen on physical touch and Xiao understands that completely. He usually avoids any sort of interaction to begin with, unless it’s absolutely necessary, so it’s not a surprise whenever you shy away from large crowds.

He has grown rather fond of you, which has lead to the two of you meeting at Wangshu Inn for some Almond Tofu and relaxed chit-chat.

During one of your many conversations, you bring up a few alarming statements. They’re just personal points you’d like to change, such as your weak fighting spirit or the way your joints brokenly click when you stretch. 

Xiao wonders why you’d want to change yourself. You’re not usually this doubtful of yourself. In the past, you would always play the role of his smiling friend, putting on a positive face even when he was in a disagreeable mood. 

Xiao is examining your movements as you awkwardly explain yourself and when your arms move he catches the sight of a rope burn etched into your wrist. 

“What happened?” He gestures to your sleeve, to which you react in a nervous manner, shyly pulling your sleeve down to hide it. Xiao frowns a bit. “Did you get into an accident?”

“No, of course not! I’m fine. It’s just a result of my clumsiness.”

It really doesn’t look like that to Xiao and when he truly looks at you again he finds that you appear abnormally tired and exhausted. He isn’t going to sugarcoat anything and he could be making a giant assumption, but he still asks.

“Is someone hurting you?”

Your eyes widen for a split second and Xiao catches that movement like a cat drawn to a laser pointer. He won’t force you to explain unless you feel comfortable doing so. The last thing he wants is upsetting you or pressuring you into something you don’t want to talk about.

Eventually, though, the story will come to light and he’ll hear all about the horrors you’ve gone through. That rope burn was just one of many punishments you’ve had to endure, and Xiao’s just about ready to snap. How dare someone lay their filthy hands upon you in such a violent way?

Xiao will calmly tell you to stay at Wangshu Inn or anywhere else in Liyue where you’ll be safe. He’ll watch over you while you take time to recuperate and heal. He’s going to make sure you’ll never have to go through something like that ever again.

Having Xiao by your side makes the healing process all the more comforting.

And when you fall asleep in a soft, warm bed, Xiao slips out into the night to search for your abuser. It won’t be a pretty sight once he gets his hands on the human trash who dared to hurt you.

💧 Childe 💧

He’s very perceptive when it comes to your health and overall well-being. After all, he’s got brothers and sisters to care for; perception is absolutely necessary in order to keep them happy and healthy.

So it doesn’t take long for him to realize your behavior is uncharacteristic. You’re jumpier than usual, always apologizing for the littlest of things, and you’ll look over your shoulder whenever you sense something.

It’s almost as if you expect someone to suddenly come at you, which isn’t all that odd. Childe has been known to keep you on your toes when he’s looking for a fight.

But on one particular day he manages to give you a spook when he comes up beside you, grinning and showing up in your peripheral so suddenly that it nearly gives you a heart attack. 

You’re so frightened as you back away, practically folding in on yourself in an effort to protect yourself from an imaginary blow. Childe pauses, that silly grin fading when he realizes you’re shaking.

“Hey, it wasn’t that scary. Come on, comrade!” He’s approaching you warily, not entirely sure why you’re acting the way you are. He’s always been spontaneous; you should be used to this by now.

But you refuse to let him come any closer, having to distance yourself so that you can ease your racing heart and hyperventilating lungs. Once you’ve calmed down, embarrassment floods through you at the fact that Childe just witnessed all of that. 

Childe will ask if you’re okay with him stepping closer and if you nod he’ll be on you like a hawk, pulling up your sleeves before you can stop him. 

For once, you catch an expression you normally don’t find on Childe: surprise. He’s genuinely shocked at what he sees: dark bruises and shallow lacerations from something sharp. 

Either you got these in your many sparring matches or there’s another factor at play here, and Childe is almost certain it’s the latter.  

His voice is gentle as he asks you to explain what’s going on and once you do he’s already set on finding the one who did this. He seems to forget all about his Fatui work, wanting to capture your abuser and give them a piece of his mind—and subject them to more than a few pieces of his strength, too. 

He’ll have you protected in no time, offering to take you to the best healer. You’ll be treated wonderfully and he’ll even lay off on your sparring matches for a while. 

In the meantime, once he gets his hands on your abuser, everything becomes fair game. After all, someone has to handle the brunt of his anger and pent-up bloodlust from the lack of a fight. And your abuser is the perfect match to pummel into the ground. Childe shows absolutely no mercy for them. 

[xutokawa]

ooooo the s/o finding scratch marks is sooo good:0 more pleaassseeee🤲🏻🤲🏻 maybe like samu and iwa too? but anyones fine really<33

pairings: osamu x reader, iwazumi x reader

genre(s): fluff to angst, cheating

warnings: langauge, cheating, allusions to smut

wc: 3k

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a/n: hehehehehe yes!! thank you so much for requesting this. I got a little carried away and i really like how they turned out! hope you enjoy!

atsumu and oikawa ver.

kuroo and sakusa ver.

suna and bokuto ver.

akaashi and hinata ver.

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Osamu

You sighed happily as you settled into your seat, getting ready for take off. Going home to Osamu after a two week business trip was the only thing on your mind, wanting nothing more than to run back home and into your boyfriend’s arms. Two more hours, and you would be in his warm embrace once again.

Little did you know while you fantasized about returning home to your first love, he was indulging in another, lowly moaning out their name, pushing the thought of you to the back of his head.

It wasn’t until you ran into Osamu’s arms at the airport did he start to feel the guilt creeping up from his infidelity. He knew it was wrong, to try and physically replace you for the time being. Osamu just missed your touch, seeking comfort any way he could. Seeing your burning smile, he decided he would never tell you. You were the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and telling you of what happened would ensure that you would never be his again.

Once the two of you arrived back at your shared apartment, you immediately plopped down on your bed, exhausted from traveling. Osamu chuckled as he came behind you, laying down next to you, pulling you into his arms. 

“How was your trip, baby?” Osamu mumbled into your hair.

“It was okay, I just mostly missed you the whole time,” you replied, snuggling into his chest. A pang of guilt hit Osamu once again. You had missed him as much as he missed you, yet all you could think about was waiting until you got home to him while he had given into his urges.

Seeing Osamu visibly troubled, you asked him, “I think the real question is if you’re alright, Samu.” 

Startled, he quickly came up with a cover up, “Yeah, just tired from running the shop, same ‘ole things,” he sighed out.

Giggling, you got up, pushing Osamu to roll onto his stomach, straddling his lower back.

Chuckling along with you, Osamu asked, “What are you doing, babe?”

“Giving you a massage, duh? My poor boyfriend has been working so hard while I was gone. It’s only right to give him a massage as the best girlfriend in the world,” you joked, rubbing his shoulders.

“You don’t have to give me a massage to be the best girlfriend in the world, you’re already the best without trying,” Osamu chuckled into the mattress.

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “Stop complaining, Samu. Let me have an excuse to touch your muscles.” You started moving your hands lower on his back, lightly rubbing as you went down. Worried filled your features as Osamu let out a small hiss as your hands moved lower. 

“What’s wrong, does it hurt there?” You asked, beginning to lift up his shirt. Panic flashed through Osamu as he realized his escapade must’ve left scratch marks on his back, quickly flipping you two around.

“It’s nothing, babe. C’mon, let’s go start preparing dinner,” Osamu nervously let out, hoping you would go along with his lie. He knew he hadn’t fooled you.

“Lift up your shirt, Samu, let me see,” worry evident on your face. You thought he had maybe gotten hurt at work, wanting to see the damage.

“Y/n, stop, it’s fine,” Osamu stated, his tone turning more pleading. You grew more and more suspicious. Why was he getting so defensive?

“Osamu, take your shirt off,” You said, standing up, crossing your arms. Osamu gulped, knowing you were getting serious using his full name.

“It’s fine, really, let’s just go get dinner, we can worry about my back later,” Osamu tried to divert your attention, hoping his final attempt would work. You didn’t buy it.

“I’m starting to think you’re hiding something from me, Samu,” you shot back, wondering what had him so adamant to not show you, “take your shirt off right now or I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight,” you threatened, hoping it would make him give in.

“I'll show you after dinner babe, let’s go,” Osamu said, standing up, walking to the door. Sighing, you gave in, following him out. Halfway to the kitchen, however, you grabbed the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up.

Your heart dropped at the sight.

No wonder this bastard didn’t want to show you.

Startled, Osamu whirled around, eyes wide as if he were a deer caught in headlights. Words began tumbling from his mouth.

“Wait, y/n, I know how it looks, but let me explain, please,” Osamu reached out to you, hurt flashing across his face when you flinched away from him.

“Don’t touch me, you cheating bastard,” You seethed out, eyes burning with a mixture of hurt and hatred, “I’m gone for two weeks and you go and fuck someone else?”

“No, y/n, please! I just missed you too much, but no one could ever replace you! I love you, y/n please!” Osamu continued pleading, eyes growing glassy at the thought of you leaving him.

“Oh shut up, Osamu. You’re not the only one in this relationship. Do you not think I missed you too? I wanted to be with you every second I was gone, but I didn’t go fuck someone else while I was gone,” you yelled out, tears welling up in your eyes.

Osamu walked closer to you, reaching out to you again, “I know, y/n, I fucked up, but please, we can work this out, you’re the only one for me-” 

A loud smack sounded in the room as the sting settled on Osamu’s cheek. You began walking towards him, anger seething, “I’m the only one for you, huh? Tell me, Miya, did you fuck them right here? Did you fuck them on our bed?” An indescribable pain seared through Osamu at the use of his last name. Not giving him a chance to reply, you continued, “Or did you fuck them on our couch, the kitchen counter perhaps? You disgusting asshole!” You spat out the last word.

Osamu opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came out. Tears flowed freely down both of your faces, both equally hurting.

“Please, y/n, I’ll do anything to make it up to you!” Osamu began sobbing. Darkly chuckling, you replied, “Do anything for me? How about you pack your shit and get the fuck out, Miya.” Osamu’s heart clenched, knowing he thoroughly fucked up.

 “I can’t lose you, y/n. You mean everything to me. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, please don’t do this,” Osamu’s mind ran wild, not being able to handle you leaving him.

“Fine, if you won’t leave, I will,” you started for the bedroom, grabbing your suitcase you had yet to unpack from your trip along with your essentials. Osamu felt his world crumble around him as you brushed past him, walking towards the apartment door. He ran after you, grabbing your wrist as you were about to open the door.

Osamu’s eyes widened with shock as you whirled around, wrenching your wrist out of his hand.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch me, Miya Osamu. Don’t you dare tell me you fucking love me, and don’t you dare try to tell me you wanted to spend the rest of you life with me,” you spat out, “because if you truly meant any of those things, you wouldn’t have fucked someone else while I was away, worrying if you were sleeping and eating properly, wondering if you were tired after running the shop.”

Osamu wanted the ground to swallow him whole. He crumpled as he watched the person he loved with his whole heart stare back at him with nothing but hatred in their eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered out, not able to meet your eyes. Osamu never got a reply, the only sound he was met with was the door opening and slamming shut.

Iwazumi

The shrill tone of your cell phone ringing woke you up with a jolt. Groaning, you reached over to your bedside table, patting around for the familiar object. You rolled over to see the name ‘kawa (つω`●)’ flashing on your screen.

“What do you want, Oikawa,” you groaned into the phone.

“Y/n-chan, that’s no way to say good morning,” you could hear Oikawa pout through the phone. You looked over at your alarm clock, mentally cursing the setter for waking you up at 7:00am on a weekend.

“It’s too early for this,” you joked into the phone, “what did you need me for?”

“Y/n-chan, I have something I need to tell you,” Oikawa’s tone suddenly turned serious.

“What is it? It better be worth it,” you playfully teased, not catching onto Oikawa’s tone.

“It’s about Iwa-chan. I think it’s best if I tell you in person. Can we meet for lunch?” Oikawa asked. Curiosity and worry filled your mind as soon as the setter mentioned your boyfriend’s name. He was currently out playing with volleyball with his old high school friends.

Immediately sitting up, you ask, “Is he okay? He didn’t get hurt right? Aren’t you with him right now?”

“Well- he’s hurt, but not in the way you’re thinking. It’s just- let’s meet at lunch okay?” Oikawa sighed into the phone. After agreeing on a time and place, you get up, ready to start your day. You were excited about meeting Oikawa for lunch. The two of you grew close in high school, and he was the reason you were introduced to Iwazumi. You haven’t seen him in a while, only keeping in contact through occasional texts while he was in Argentina.

Soon enough, lunch time rolled around, and you were seated at a small cafe, waiting for the setter to show up. You wondered what he had to tell you, and what he meant by Iwa being hurt.

A cheerful “y/n-chan!” broke you out of your thoughts. Looking up, you saw Oikawa’s smiling face, although his eyes held a different emotion you couldn’t decipher.

“Kawa!” You got up to embrace him, “It’s so good to see you again!”

“I knew you’d miss me too much,” Oikawa teased, causing you to lightly push his shoulder as you chuckled.

“So what’d you need to talk to me about?” you asked as the two of you sat down. Oikawa’s expression immediately turned into a troubled one.

“I just want you to know, I care a lot for you, y/n, and I don’t want you getting hurt,” Oikawa started off, worrying you as he didn’t add a chan after your name.

“Yeah, of course, we’re best friends, Kawa, I only want the best for you too,” you said in confusion.

“This is a bit personal, but when was the last time you and Iwa, y’know, did it?” Oikawa sheepishly asked. You giggled at his expression.

“Hm, maybe two weeks ago? We’ve both been pretty busy lately, why do you ask?” you tilted in your head in confusion. Oikawa cursed under his breath, muttering something before looking up to you, his eyes suddenly holding a seriousness that made you shift uncomfortably.

“Look, y/n, you know how we were playing volleyball this morning?” you nodded in response. Oikawa nervously chewed on his bottom lip before continuing. “Well, while Iwa was changing, I saw he had scratch marks on his back,” pausing as he looked for a reaction. Your mind suddenly went blank.

There had to be an explanation, right? Maybe he just got hurt somehow.

“I’m only telling you this because I’ve been suspecting Iwa for a while now,” Oikawa started, “and when I asked him if you and him had a nice time last night, it was obvious he was lying when he replied to me. There’s no way he would just reply with a laugh and say yes. Usually he would have replied telling me to shut up, calling me shitty-kawa, and it just didn’t sit right with me.”

The voices around you became a blur as you processed this information. You knew for a fact you weren’t the one who put those scratch marks on your boyfriend’s back. You couldn’t believe it. Your Iwa, the Iwa that’s been with you since your second year at Seijoh, the Iwa that gave you butterflies anytime he smiled at you, the Iwa that would blush at your teasing, who held you tight on nights when everything seemed to have gone wrong, the Iwa who was always in your happiest memories.

You hadn’t realized you were crying until Oikawa hurriedly handed you some napkins.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I would’ve never thought Iwa would cheat. We both know his personality. I’m honestly really disappointed-”

“Where is he now?” You cut off the setter, looking down at the table.

“He went to go get lunch with Makki and said he’d go home after,” Oikawa said softly, looking at you with a worried gaze. “Are you okay, y/n?”

“Y-yeah, I’ll be fine, don’t worry about it,” you gave a weak smile. Oikawa easily saw past your smile, but decided not to push any further. 

“I’ll drive you home, we can grab your stuff before he comes back, and you can crash at my place for the time being,” Oikawa softly said. With no energy left for words, you silently nodded as tears continuously streamed down your face. 

Oikawa wouldn’t lie to you, not about something like this. You knew that, and that’s what made it hurt more. When did he even cheat on you? Was one of his late nights at work really just an excuse to be with another lover? 

You hadn’t realized you made it back to your apartment until your car door suddenly opened. Looking up, you saw Oikawa standing, offering you his hand. Feebly, you took it as you got out with shaky legs. You couldn’t help but think about all of your memories shared with Iwazumi. How he sheepishly held out his hand the same way on your first date, how the two of you walked up to your apartment after signing the rental contract.

When the two of you reached your apartment, Iwazumi was nowhere to be found. Numbly, you went to gather your essential items as Oikawa began packing a small bag of your clothes to take. After you finished packing, you took a look at your apartment. A sob escaped your mouth as you looked around, only seeing the memories of you and Iwazumi. Tickle fights on the couch, countless nights cooking together in the kitchen, the late night movie and cuddle sessions.

“C’mon y/n-chan, let’s-” Oikawa’s voice was cut off by the sound of the door opening. You whipped around to see Iwazumi standing in the doorway, face filled with confusion.

“Kawa? What are you doing here? Why are you- y/n? What’s going on?” Iwa walked closer to you. “What happened, baby? Why have you been crying?” Iwa reached out to cup your face, hurt spreading on his features as you moved away from him.

“Turn around,” you stated.

“Wh-what, why? What’s happening?” Iwazumi’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Iwazumi, turn around right now,” you stated as even more hurt and confusion spread on the spiker’s face at the use of his full name. Slowly he turned around, not understanding the situation. Your hand trembled as you reached out for the hem of his shirt, only for your heart to be shattered as soon as you lifted his shirt. Red, angry marks ran down the length of his back.

Realizing the situation, your boyfriend turned around, guilt and worry evident in his eyes.

“Y/n,” he breathed out, “wait let-”

“Shut up. Stop talking,” you calmly stated, eyes hardening. Honestly, your calmness scared Iwazumi the most.

“Baby, please, wait, don’t leave. Let’s unpack your stuff and talk this through,” Iwazumi pleaded, eyes filling with tears as they darted to glance at the bags you and Oikawa were carrying. He needed to tell you it was all a drunken mistake, that he planned on proposing to you the coming week. You were his everything, he couldn’t let you go.

“I can’t believe,” you started, voice shaking, “you were willing to throw six years of memories down the drain.” Tears falling from your eyes.

“Am I that worthless to you, Iwazumi? Are our memories not enough for you? Am I not enough?” you quietly sobbed. Iwazumi’s heart clenched at your words. How could you think that? You were his whole world, his perfect match. Every moment with you was pure bliss to him, couldn’t you tell? Could you not tell that he would be completely lost without you?

“Y/n, no! That’s not it at all! Let me explain-”

Iwa made his way towards your sobbing figure before he was stopped.

“Get out of my way, Kawa, this isn’t any of your business,” Iwa snapped, eyes still trained on you as he desperately tried to reach you.

“No, it is my business. You hurt my best friend, Iwa-chan. I can’t let you continue hurting them.” Oikawa stated firmly.

“Get out of the way before I punch your pretty face, Kawa,” Iwa seethed. He needed to get to you before you got to the door, before you walked out of his life forever.

“Stop it, Iwa! You made a choice, and now you have to live with that decision for the rest of your life!” Oikawa raised his voice, his anger seeping through his words.

Iwazumi’s eyes finally met Oikawas. The setter could see the pain and regret in his friend’s eyes clear as day, only confusing him more. He could tell you meant everything to the spiker standing in front of him, so why did he do it? Why did he betray your trust?

Still staring at Iwazumi, Oikawa called out to you, “Let’s go, y/n.” Iwazumi’s gaze flickered to you, resolve crumpling as he truly took in your appearance. You looked so broken, hurt written all over your face. He was the reason you looked like that. He was the cause of all your pain.

“Please, y/n. Don’t leave me. I can’t do this without you,” Iwazumi’s voice cracked as you looked at you with pleading eyes, tears cascading down his face.

“I can’t, Iwazumi. It hurts so much,” you sobbed, turning around and walking out of the apartment.

All the life drained out of Iwazumi as he crumpled onto the floor muttering out a string of “I’m sorry”s. Oikawa cast one more glance at his best friends figure, whispering, “What happened to you, Iwa-chan?” 

That night, two of Iwazumi’s best friends walked out of his life, never coming back.

[jungwonenthusiast]

can I please request for prompts 2, 5, 10, 12 for hard&soft dom!heeseung and an innocent!fem!s/o from enhypen smut prompt list? prompt no. 5 to be said by the reader while the rest by heeseung

A/N: forgive me if there r any typos lol i hope u like it :)

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f recieving), degredation, slight corruption kink

Word count: 2.4 k

You cling onto your boyfriend’s arm as another jumpscare appears on the movie screen. He giggles at you. “Is it gone yet?” you whisper and he nods.

Today was your four month anniversary with Heeseung and you decided to treat him by taking him to a scary movie he’s been wanting to see.You’re not a huge fan of them but you figured it’d be a way for you to cuddle him without raising too much suspicion.

He kept a hand on your thigh throughout the movie, occasionally squeezing and rubbing it over your pants.

You try to ignore the film by keeping your eyes on him. His hands, his legs, his hands, his profile. Anything to distract yourself from the poor family being killed on the screen.

It isn’t long before the movie ends and you walk out to Heeseung’s car.

“The brother was such an idiot. Why didn’t he just call the police?” he says while starting the engine. (haha engene lol sorry)

“The police can’t stop ghosts.” you chuckle.

“Maybe NASA could’ve figured something out.” he grabs your thigh again, it’s kind of his thing. “I’m surprised you survived.”

“Yup, my love for you overcomes my hatred for horror movies.”

He smiles and leans over to give you a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Let’s go to my place.” he says and you frown.

“But all the boys-”

He cuts you off. “The maknaes aren’t there, they’re paintballing in Itaewon.”

You groan. “Fine.”

The boys’ dorm is never your first choice which is understandable without elaboration. But you try not to get annoyed and instead enjoy living in the moment.

He has the windows cracked open and the wind is whipping through his hair, making him look like a moviestar.

Sunghoon and Jake are in their own rooms when you get there so at least there’s some peace and quiet.

Heeseung plops onto his bed. “Come here sweetheart.” he says with his arms out to you.

You smile and snuggle up to him, resting your head on his chest.

He pets your hair and kisses your forehead. “You’re so pretty.”

“You’re prettier.” you say and he chuckles.

“Nuh uh.” he says and sits up. “Lemme see your pretty face.”

You sit up too as he holds your face delicately in his hands. “You’re so gorgeous I wanna kiss you everywhere.” he kisses your forehead, then your cheeks, and your nose, your eyelids, then your jaw, and down, down, down your neck. Your heart beat starts to speed up. You never tell him, but your neck is your weakness. He finally pulls away to give you a proper kiss on the lips.

“C’mere.” he says and pulls you onto his lap. You let out a small squeal.

He holds your waist tight as he kisses you again, this time slipping his tongue into your mouth. You moan a bit, enjoying the sensation.

You guys had made out before and even grinded a bit but it never went further than that. Not because you didn’t want it. Of course you wanted it. There have been nights where you spent hours imagining what it would be like. You already knew that he’d be sweet, but you kind of wanted more than that. You wanted him to take control and boss you around. Maybe today will be the day, you think to yourself.

You start to slowly rock your hips against his and he lets out a low groan. His fingers travel up your hoodie and he’s delighted to find out that you aren’t wearing a bra. He massages you and pinches your nipples a bit as you grind on his hard on. You’re already so stimulated, you could cum just like this.

Heeseung’s curious as to why you’re acting like this today. Usually by now it’d be over, but why would he complain about you being naughty, especially when it’s been such a big fantasy of his to corrupt you. His darling little girlfriend who checks in with her parents everyday and wouldn’t dare to skip school all sprawled out under him, whimpering and begging for release. God, he could think about it all day.

He flips you onto your back and pushes your hoodie up, exposing your torso. Your arms fly to cover yourself.

“Stop that princess,” he kisses your stomach. “Let me see you.”

You slowly pull your arms away and he goes right to kissing your chest. “So perfect.” he whispers, rolling his tongue over your nipples.

You’re already squirming underneath him, eager for him to touch you somewhere else. And as if he read your mind, his fingers start to play with the band of your pants.

He quickly unbuttons them and slides them off your legs.

“Can I touch you?” he asks and you nod eagerly.

“I’ve never done this before.” you admit.

“That’s okay,” he kisses your knee. “Just relax.”

He kisses your neck, licking it and nipping at it, leaving a blooming bruise. Your body tenses as he circles your clit.

“I didn't know you were this sensitive.” he smiles.

You feel your face heat up. It’s kind of embarrassing. He was barely touching you plus it was on top of your underwear.

“I’m just teasing baby.” he kisses your cheek and continues the circling motion.

Soft moans leave your mouth as he does so. He pulls away and notices a wet patch already forming on your underwear.

His fingers slip into the waistband. “Can I touch you here?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “Please?”

“You submit to me so well,” he nips at your neck. “I love it.”

His fingers find your slit and you whine.

“So fucking wet,” he whispers as he rubs your clit. “Did I get you that worked up princess?”

You nod pathetically, already drunk on his touch.

He circles around your hole for a bit before slowly pushing his middle finger into you. You hold on tight to his arm, getting used to the foreign feeling.

He pumps it in and out of you a couple of times. “You ready for another one?”

You nod and whine as his ring finger stretches you out.

“You’re doing so good.” he whispers and kisses your forehead.

Your moans get more and more needy as he curls his fingers in you hitting a spot that you’ve never felt before.

“Fuck,” you whisper.

“Feel good?” he asks and you nod. “I bet it does.”

He shifts down and settles his face between your legs.

“Wait what are you doing?” you ask him, shutting your knees. “I want to taste you,” he says. “Is that okay?”

You contemplate for a moment. The thought of it makes you a bit shy but then you imagined how good it would feel and that won over everything. “Yeah.” you nod and he smiles.

His fingers are still curling in you as he kisses your thighs, leaving small marks on the way down to where you need it the most.

After what feels like years, his tongue finally finds your clit. Your thighs shut from the sudden pleasure.

He chuckles. “Keep em open baby.” he uses his free hand to keep you spread.

He moans into you. “Tastes so fucking good.”

It’s so much to take in at once; his fingers in you, his tongue drawing circles on your clit, the vibrations you feel every time he groans. You feel overstimulated but in the best way possible.

Your fingers tug on his hair as your thighs begin to tremble.

“Don’t stop don’t stop,” you cry out.

His grip on you tightens and he moans into you, encouraging you to cum in his mouth.

A string of curse words leaves your lips as you reach your high, and it’s the hardest you’ve ever came in your life. It’s like you’re floating up in the clouds, and you never want to come back down.

Heeseung kisses you, giving you a taste. He holds you tight in his arms and tries to calm your shaky breathing.

“You did so good doll.” he kisses your cheek.

You hold onto him as your heart rate goes down to normal.

“Here let me go get you a towel.” he starts get off the bed but you grab his arm.

“Wait we’re done?” you ask and he looks at you. “Do you wanna keep going?” he asks and you nod.

“Yes,” you say and he chuckles.

He sits back down onto the bed. “I didn’t expect that.”

You climb on top of him and give him a passionate kiss, sliding your hands under his hoodie.

He pulls it over his head with ease.

You admire his lean body for a moment before kissing his neck and his collar bones. “Can you fuck me please?” you ask him.

He smirks. “Your wish is my command.” he flips you over onto your back and unbuttons his black jeans. Just watching him do it makes you wet.

He climbs over you, rubbing his tip on your clit. He sighs into your neck.

“You ready princess?” he asks and you nod vigorously.

He slowly pushes into you and you wince a bit from the stretch.

“Ow ow ow.” you say quietly and he stops.

“You okay? Does it hurt a lot?” he asks.

“It’s not bad.” you say through gritted teeth.

He kisses you, giving you time to adjust to his length. He pets your hair and tells you how gorgeous you look.

“Please start moving.” you ask him and he listens, slowly thrusting in and out of you.

“Fuck,” he moans. “So fucking tight.”

You whimper so loud as his tips brushes against your g-spot that you clamp your hand over your mouth, worried that Sunghoon and Jake would pick up on what was going on.

He pulls your hand away. “Be louder, I want them to hear you.”

“But-”

“Do as I say sweetheart.” he cuts you off.

Of course you melt under him. How could you not. He’s so perfect. He’s the type of boy that only exists in books.

“What a good girl,” he kisses your shoulder. “Look how well you take it.”

You grab a pillow and cover your face with it, you can’t help but want to conceal your moans.

He throws it off and grabs your jaw hard. “What’d I say about that? Don’t you want them to know how much of a slut you are for me?”

“Yes,” you whisper.

“Speak up when I talk to you.” he says sternly. His words make you throb and he notices. “Do you like it when I’m mean?” he smirks at you.

“Yeah,” you admit, sheepishly.

“There you go again being all quiet, keep that up and I’ll edge you until you’re begging.” he threatens you with a good time.

“What if I want you to do that anyway.” you say flirtatiously.

He raises an eyebrow. “I can make that happen.”

His thumb finds your clit and the sensation of him rubbing you and his cock ramming in and out of your pussy sends you so close over the edge.

The look on your face is so angelic and hopeless, you’re better than anything he could imagine.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” he kisses you. “You look so pretty while being fucked.”

He snaps his hips into yours and your eyes roll back.

“Just like that.” you whine.

“How bad do you want it?” he asks you.

“So bad,” you say out of desperation. At this point you don’t care. Heeseung had taken over your mind, ego, and pride. “You feel so fucking good inside of me.”

He smiles. “How could such a sweet voice say such dirty words.” Then all of the sudden he pulls out. You nearly cry out from the unexpected emptiness.

“What the fuck,” you swear at him.

“You’re the one who asked for this.” he says, still slowly rubbing your clit.

You whimper. “I take it back. I need you.”

“No take backs sweetheart.” he tsks.

He kisses your chest and pinches at your nipples. You writhe under him, needing him in you.

After what feels like an eternity but is probably a minute or so, he slams back into you and right after being satisfied, he pulls out again.

“Heeseung please,” you whine. “Please I’ve been good haven’t I?”

“You have, but I like doing this to you.” he kisses you. “Who knew my innocent girl would be begging for my cock like this.”

You pull at his waist. “I need it.” you tell him in the sweetest voice you could get out.

He sighs. “I’ll never win.” he kisses you again before pushing into you.

“Fuck yes,” you moan in relief. “Faster please.”

Thank god he listens to you.

You cling onto his back, pushing your nails into his skin a bit. It only takes thirty seconds to get you on the edge and Heeseung can tell by the way your moans are getting high pitched.

“Cum on this cock sweetheart,” he says lowly. “Be a good girl for me.”

And just like that, your whimpering his name like it’s the only word you know; like it’s your mantra.

“That’s it baby,” he whispers. “Just like that.”

Your pussy pulsing around him sends him into euphoria and he groans into your neck.

You don’t even realize the tears on your cheeks until he pointed it out. He looks at you in shock and holds your face in his hands. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Fuck I’m so sorry pumpkin I-”

“No no it just felt really good,” you giggle. “I didn’t even know I started crying.”

“Oh thank god,” he sighs in relief and kisses your forehead. “You’re the best pussy I’ve ever had you know.”

You laugh. “Stop it, you sound like a man whore.”

“Just being honest.” he smiles and pulls you into his arms.

“Shit,” you curse to yourself.

“What is it?”

“Jake and Sunghoon definitely heard us.” you say, wide eyed.

“Yeah probably,” he says “they probably got off on it too.”

Your face twists in disgust and you shove him in the shoulder.

He cackles. “I mean wouldn’t you?”

You think to yourself. “Yeah I probably would.”

[voiidlizrd]

JUJUTSU KAISEN CHARACTERS IF YOU LAUGHED WHEN YOU FOUND OUT THEY CHEATED

A/N: I’ve seen so many angst fanfictions of characters cheating on Y/N and they cry and can’t really get over them. What if it was just Y/N laughing because they don’t take shit and probably stand by the “you loose me, you loose me loser.” Of course they are hurt but can’t let people control them for it.

If you have been in a very toxic relationship, you are awesome and I hope the best for you!

This is my first time writing a bit of angst (if you can call it that) and this will probably be OOC, but I’m not sure.

Gender Neutral Reader for all parts except Naoya (we all know how he feels about women). Badly written angst.

Warning: toxic relationships, slight angst, just reader being a badass, Naoya being Naoya.

As much as I love Gojo, he would totally cheat on you. He’s a guy with a huge ego and pride and probably lacks commitment to actual romantic relationships, it isn’t surprising that he would cheat.

You found out when his phone went off next to you one day. Giving into curiosity, you checked to see what it was about.

It was a text from a someone you didn’t know, or care to know. The text read;

Last night was fun I can’t wait to do that again sometime.

You aren’t stupid. You knew what they meant by that. You only hummed at the message, setting the phone down and trying to ignore the pain in your heart, rising to your throat. You had suspicions, but of course didn’t push for the sake of trusting Gojo.

Gojo came back to the living room and saw you there, phone in hand. His heart immediately dropped but tried to smile at you.

“Last night was fun,” you read from the text off his phone. “I can’t wait to do that again sometime.”

His blood ran cold when hearing the casualty in your voice, like you just told him about the weather.

“So, got anything to say?”

“What’s there to say? It shouldn’t matter right? It was just a one time thing.”

He expected you to start screaming or crying, that’s how most people he had a relationship acted when finding out about his affairs. But not you, no. You smiled at him.

“You’re right. It will be a one time thing. We’re over.”

What?

“What do you mean ‘we’re over,’ and why the fuck are you smiling!?” Gojo tried to get mad at you, to rile you up in hopes of something at least. If you didn’t care why should he? But at the same time…

“I said what I said and meant what I said. I’m smiling because it’s funny.”

“The fuck is so funny about this?”

“It’s funny you think I’d actually cry over something like this, over you.”

You aren’t crying over him. You only chuckle at his surprised expression, holding back laughter. He didn’t get a rise out of you, your sobs and yells of not being able to have him truly.

You weren’t upset over him.

“Wh-“ “I’ll pack my things.”

With that you just shoved your things into your bags, taking everything with you and giving Gojo a sickeningly sweet smile at the front doorway.

“Whatever.” Gojo spat with a smirk. “You won’t find another guy like me, yknow.”

Your smiled widened, much to Gojo’s hatred. “Good to know.”

With that, you left. You left without a fuss, without a tear. Fine, Gojo thought, I don’t need you anyways.

You’d be back either way. You’d crawl back to him realizing you can’t get over someone like THE Gojo Satoru. You just can’t!

Gojo probably slept around, trying to get rid of the thought of you and tried to enjoy this “freedom.” In truth, each time after the one night stand was done, all he remembered was that goddamn smile you gave him, how casual you were about leaving him.

No second thought, no second chance.

You just left.

He shouldn’t care. There were plenty of women and plenty of men who were more than willing to be with him, of course.

So why does he feel so empty without you? Why did it set a heavy weight of guilt on his shoulders. It was only then he realized that you really wouldn’t come back.

Okay it is canon that Toji here can’t be bothered to be in a committed relationship. So it isn’t a surprise he probably cheats.

You found out when you ran into him on the way to the store. He was with some random woman, you didn’t pay much attention to who she was really.

You two just stared at one another. Toji didn’t seem to bother to explain himself, nor did he seem to care. Of course you ached on the inside.

“Gonna say anything? Cause I gotta get goin’.” Toji finally said.

“Back to your date?”

He just rolled his eyes, ready for the waterworks and the screaming. He waited, and waited. Looking back at you, all he saw was a smile. His brows furrowed.

No screaming. No yelling. You just laughed and looked at the woman;

“Good luck.”

You just walked passed him, shoulders bumping into one another roughly. It left a bitter taste in Toji’s mouth. You just… Walked away with no fuss. Sure. Fine by him right? Right.

He didn’t care and you didn’t seem to neither. No problem with him.

That’s a lie.

He saw you go about your day to day life. Despite the look of casualty on your face, you looked… worn out.

Ouch.

Right through Toji’s heart was the spike of guilt.

You were hurting, that much was obvious, but you tried to get over it. After all, plenty of fish in the sea. It would be a waste to just save it on some dude.

‘Course Toji tried to get you out of his mind. It was obvious he couldn’t. Always thinking about you, sometimes even waiting to see you text him some stupid shit he could roll his eyes at. Something.

But you didn’t. You couldn’t and you shouldn’t. If he didn’t care about your relationship, neither would you.

It was over and it was done.

But there’s times Toji really wishes he wasn’t such an asshole.

How you two got together is BEYOND anyone’s understanding. He’s misogynistic and a complete asshole. It’s surprising how you are able to put up with him sometimes.

What’s not surprising is him cheating. He believes that his male needs need to be satisfied whenever. After all he works hard so he clearly deserve it.

You were blissfully unaware until a sympathetic servant informed you of what your husband gets up to when he’s not around.

You just smiled but it was clear by the ache in your eyes you fought back the tears. You knew. You had a gut feeling but you tried to trust him.

Upon returning home, he was greeted by you sitting on the bed with your things packs behind you.

“The fuck is this?” Naoya demanded.

“I know you’re cheating on me.”

Naoya just scoffed and rolled his eyes. Women and their emotions. “I’m a man. I have needs you know.”

“I know. Whoever she is, she can do it all the time with you. I don’t really care.” You smiled.

Naoya grinned, figuring you saw it his way like a good wife. But his smile dropped when you took off your wedding ring and set it on the bedside table. No anger behind it and no hesitation.

“What the fuck are you doing.”

“Letting you have your way as a man. I mean, you won’t have a wife to be nagging you about that, right?” You grinned even wider, venom pouring from your words while your face said otherwise.

You grabbed your things and tried to walk past him. Keyword, tried.

“You aren’t going anywhere! You are my wife!” His hand gripped your wrist but you just tugged it away. “Get back here!”

You weren’t crying like he was expecting. Don’t women just bawl when they find their husband is being unfaithful? Don’t they make a huge fuss and scene?

You just continued walking away from him, ignoring him as if he were just a flu. A pest.

“You are my wife! You will-“ “Ex-wife.”

You turned with a smile. “Wish you and her the best of luck. Really, I do. She keep your man needs ‘satisfied’ right?”

For once Naoya was speechless. He could only watch as you walked away, away from the Zenin estate. You turned back and he could only wait- rather hope- you’d come running back to him and apologize for doing this to him, for saying such things to him. But you just stood, and stared, and chuckled at your own stupidity. Misogynists, am I right?

There are plenty of women who are submissive, Naoya told himself. Plenty who are willing to be pretty wives.

Yet there he stands, just hoping and wishing his dear wife would come back. His caring and loving one. That smile you gave him, that smile of pure pain yet amusement. You’d always smile when he brought you joy.

Now he just sees that sickening smile over and over. He tried to blame it on the woman he had an affair with, she came onto him! But at the end of the day, he was the one that gave in.

Hope I did good at the angst! My heart sure didn’t enjoy it except the Naoya part.

[huggybug]

stay stay stay - elias pettersson

word count: 2.0k words

“Are you fucking kidding me Elias?” You groan into your phone, Elias had called you to provide an update with his contract negotiations which you had been supportive of the whole summer.

“I don’t know why you’re upset” He said and you sighed before taking a deep breath, trying to regain some self control.

“You’re turning down offer after offer and I understand why but it’s getting close to the beginning of the season, E” Elias spent the summer working on his game. He had left you in Vancouver when he went home to Sweden and you understood. After being away from home all year, you didn’t think twice when he told you he would be leaving as soon as he could. You watched on social media as he went on trips with his friends and spent time with family. You talked to him all the time and even though it sucked, the distance was never a problem because you understood. When the summer came to a close, instead of coming home to you, Elias went to visit Quinn. As his girlfriend, all you wanted to do was support Elias during his stressful rfa summer. You catered to him because you knew it would be taking a toll on him and you didn’t want your needs to impose on what he had to do. It was rough but you managed to get through it. However, you did find yourself understanding less when fall rolled around and he still hadn’t signed a damn contract.

“Okay but why do you need to wait for it to come in Michigan?” Your patience had been wearing thin ever since the middle of September. He was supposed to be home on September 16th but then Quinn insisted they went to a UMich football game which pushed back his return. You asked a few times about his new flight details but he avoided a specific answer so after a week, you gave up. You were tired of pestering your boyfriend about coming home to you and decided it was now completely his choice of when to come back, if he even decided to.

“I’m coming back soon, I know this summer has been hard but-” You scoff and he stops talking which you take as an invitation to yell at him some more which in hindsight, wasn’t a good choice.

“Oh? You know it’s been hard? How fucking hard was it for you in Greece Elias? Was it difficult for you to be with your family and friends all summer? I’ve been here all alone and you’ve been having the time of your life! So tell me what was so hard for you huh?” Your throat is a little raw at the end of your rant and you can’t help but feel a little bit of hatred towards your boyfriend. He had no reason to find this summer hard. Of course the whole contract situation was stressful but it’s not like he was actually negotiating! His agent did all the work and he just had to say yes or no. He had an (admittedly, well deserved) extended summer and you had been back in Vancouver, tied to your desk the whole time, wishing you could be with him. You don’t hear him say anything back so in your hot-headed state, you hang up on him. If he wants to talk, he can come home.

About half an hour later, you’re sitting on the couch with the tv on in the background but you’re just staring out the window. You’re sad to think that over the past month, you’ve grown to hate this city. Moving here from a surrounding suburb was so exciting for you two years ago and now it reminded you of being forgotten and left alone to keep yourself afloat. The door handle jiggles and you jump when it opens but relax when you see a tired Elias walking in. You sit there, watching him roll his suitcases in quietly, probably assuming you were asleep before you remember what your emotions towards him were currently. A scowl finds it’s way onto your face and you cross your arms as you watch him lock the front door. When he spins around, his eyes land on you and it’s the first time that he’s come home and you hadn’t immediately jumped into his arms.

“Hi baby” He says tentatively, testing the waters. “I thought you would’ve been asleep”

“Can’t sleep when I’m mad” You grumble and turn back to look at the Vancouver skyline which has become all the more interesting since his arrival.

“Y/n…” He sighs and you look back at him. His hand is running through his hair which is standing up straight, a tell-tale sign that he’s been messing with it for hours.

“I honestly don’t want to talk about it right now Elias, I can’t even look at you” You shake your head, almost disgusted at yourself for the hatred you felt towards your boyfriend. Deciding nothing good could come out of this conversation, you stand up from the couch and turn to walk into your bedroom when his words stop you.

“You wanted me home, here I am” You whip around so fast that you almost keep spinning but the moment your icy glare lands on Elias, he knows the attitude was not a good move tonight.

“I wanted you home months ago Elias! You promised me it would be the summer and then you’d come back. It’s October!” You were horrified at the feeling of tears coming to your eyes, you were angry not sad.

“I had things to take care of” Elias yells which stops you for a second. He had never raised his voice at you. He knew about your past, the assholes you had previously called your boyfriend. They took all their problems out on you and Elias promised to never become that person to you or anyone for that matter.

“And what about me?” You yell back at him. The frustration was biting at you, it made you want to scream, cry and anything in between. This was months of emotions built up into one big horrible monster that wouldn’t quit until it got what it wanted.

“I didn’t expect you to be a baby about it! At least Sophie is supportive” You feel like you’ve been physically wounded when he throws the comparison of you and Quinn’s girlfriend at you. Sophie and Quinn were childhood friends who were able to spend almost all summer together. You knew them well enough to know that Quinn made it a point to prioritize their relationship, he never let hockey be more important than them and that was definitely something you were jealous about. Elias had the tendency to cancel plans if he was playing poorly and needed extra practice time; you usually wouldn’t be mad about it since hockey was his job and you knew that it would always come first for him.

“I’m sorry I can’t be perfect for you Elias. Maybe you need to go call one of your fucking groupies and she can cater to you because I won’t” You spat the words at him. You had never had this serious of a fight with him, it was usually just bickering over what was for dinner or which movie you were going to watch.

“Maybe I will because you’re being crazy” Before you know what you’re doing, you fling your right arm at him, sending your phone through the air. It hits the wall beside him and you’re both absolutely seething when his eyes meets yours.

“Make the fucking call then” You storm into your bedroom and slam the door, locking it behind you. You go to bed that night wishing for one thing you never expected. For Elias to be gone in the morning.

…

You wake up feeling like you dried out an entire bar last night. Your head is pounding and even though you know for a fact there is no alcohol in your system, it feels like you went on a weekend long bender. You throw on a hoodie and start to head out to the kitchen to make coffee. As you work through your routine, memories from last night flash in your mind and your heart aches for what you did. It was embarrassing to think about how out of hand you were and you felt bad but Elias would be long gone now, probably at one of his teammates’ houses.

Just as you’re pouring your coffee, you hear movement in the living room. You peek around the corner and are surprised to see Elias standing up from the couch. He must have heard you in the kitchen; you busy yourself by making him a cup of coffee as well before walking out to give it to him as a peace offering of some sort. “E? Can we talk about it?” Elias nods, taking the coffee from your hands before scrambling off the couch and into the bedroom. You’re confused until he comes back with a hockey helmet on and you roll your eyes.

“Okay, let’s talk” Elias sits down on the couch across from you, helmet tightly secured.

“Are you serious right now?” You raise an eyebrow at him but he ignores it.

“I can’t risk a concussion this close to the season” He explains and you roll your eyes.

“Look, I’m sorry for throwing my phone at you last night. It was uncalled for and I honestly don’t know what came over me. I don’t have an excuse or explanation for it… I’m so sorry E” You felt tears spring to your eyes but you pushed them down, not wanting this to turn into a sob fest.

“It’s okay Y/n” Elias opens his arms for you and you hesitate before climbing across the couch.

“It’s not okay. I’m pretty sure we almost broke up last night, at least I remember wishing for that which I hate and I don’t ever want it to happen but I know you-” As you ramble on, the tears you had been fighting finally fell and you crumpled into Elias’ chest. His hand ran up and down your back, calming you as he whispered reassurances in your ear.

“Just because we fought doesn’t mean we’re breaking up. You’re too cute for me to leave” You dry your eyes before sitting up, moving away from him. “I know this summer was hard and I’m sorry it took me so long to come home. I don’t blame you for being mad that I left you behind even if that’s not what I meant to do. I love you so much, I never want you to feel like that again”

“Have you signed a contract yet?” You asked awkwardly.

“I just got an offer sheet last night-” Your breath hitched in your throat. An offer sheet meant moving away and that was something you couldn’t do which then meant Elias leaving you… again.

“No! I mean shit. If that’s what’s best for you then congratulations I guess but is it too selfish of me to ask you to stay? Of course it is this is your career” You sigh, annoyed with how clingy you sounded.

“Baby! I didn’t say I accepted it. They matched the offer. I want to stay here with you if I can. I’ve been in love with you for quite some time and I’m not ready to move away”

“Wait- did you come to an agreement then?”

“If everything goes well, I’ll officially sign this afternoon” You gasped and flung yourself into his arms once again which makes him laugh.

“I promise I’ll never throw my phone at you again”

“If I do something to deserve it, you have my permission” Elias shrugged and you chuckled. It was nice to have him back home. He stayed for you and you were sure you’d do anything to keep him with you forever.

[9tzuyu]

dark red

request: hii i’m not sure if you’re accepting requests rn,,, if you aren’t i’m sorry please ignore this djfjdhd could you write a nat x reader based off the song dark red by steve lacy — specifically the lines “don’t you give me up / please don’t give up / only you, my girl / only you, babe” — kind of like the tiktok trend going on right now

note: anon im so sorry i really hope this was okay. i can try and rewrite it if you want though 😭 i kinda hate it but i hope its good enough for you :[

aLSO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE.

i proofread this as quick as i could so all mistakes are mine.

warnings: none, a little angsty, terrible writing.

🏷: @c-is-writing @wandaromanova @nermalina

. . .

everyone knew natasha to be a very self-assured woman. she knew everything about herself; what she liked and what she didn’t like, who she tolerated and who she trusted. her history with just about everyone she’s close with dates back years, sometimes decades. it was very rare that she met someone knew whom she gave her complete trust to. 

meeting you caught her by surprise, something that doesn’t happen to natasha very often. your presence was refreshing, authentic, new. it was the very thing natasha didn’t know she needed in her life.

natasha watched your every little movement any time you were around. you intrigued her, held her attention by the very strand of your hair. something about you was special and she couldn’t seem to get enough.

so she allowed herself to have you, to enjoy you, to be with you. over a year into the friendship, you suggested the idea of becoming something more than just platonic. you wanted a relationship with the woman.

natasha accepted your proposal with a bright smile and a gentle kiss on the lips. she’d been more than relieved you asked her because the false belief that she was undeserving trampled any courage she had. 

it was hard to know when something was truly bothering natasha, but sometimes you were able to see the light dull in her eyes, or the uncontrollable fidgeting she’d accidentally let slip. 

which is exactly what you were dealing with now. for the past few months you’d begun to notice a slight change in natasha’s demeanor. little by little she began to distance herself in ways she knew would be looked over, at least for a short amount of time. 

natasha started out small. rather than having her face meet yours, she’d turn her back against your front while you slept. she couldn’t bear to look at someone who deserved so much better than what she could ever offer. 

you meant the entire world to natasha, she would quite literally do anything to protect you. that being said, natasha felt the need to protect you from her. 

a couple of weeks after her initial push back, you noticed the way she’d flinch when you tried to hold her. it was almost invisible, but you knew natasha more intimately than anyone else ever had, which made it easier to recognize all the small things everyone else missed.

then you caught onto the fact that she started leaving the bed early in the morning, as if she was promising herself not to see you. natasha also started to work more. longer hours, nights she had to be away, and minimal effort to keep in touch kickstarted the fighting. 

just as everything else did, it started off on a smaller scale. you’d send texts clearly stating how upset you were by her choice of actions. natasha would always have some stupid excuse on hand as a response though.

things began to escalate when natasha willingly booked her days off into cheap motels that reeked of cigarettes. the redhead would often find herself sitting on the floor beside her bed, breath saturated in store-bought vodka. the russian felt cheap and disposable, just as she did when she was a kid being used by the hands of a man with no morals.

when natasha chose to go home she’d return with her hair knotted, tied loosely in a bun with an apology already made.

this went on for nearly two months before you’d finally decided enough was enough. you’d given her time, space, everything you thought might help, but she never made any attempt to reciprocate your efforts. 

so now you stood leaning against the wall across the living room, natasha anxiously settled on the couch directly in your line of view. your focus was solely on the spy. and despite her best efforts at trying to hide it, you could tell she was uncomfortable.

“i’m sorry...” she croaked, voice hoarse from her night full of crying. 

“i know you are.” 

natasha’s fingertips met the edges of her teeth, followed by the familiar sound of a snap. 

disgusting. natasha felt incredibly disgusting, which in turn made her own self-hatred rise to a level she’d never met before. because how could she? how could she sit here and make you suffer through her own self destruction? natasha knew she was causing you pain, a kind of pain you didn’t deserve.

“i wish you would talk to me and tell me what’s going on, nat. i can’t keep doing this with you and you know that.” you watched as she clenched her jaw, swallowing a breath as her leg bounced sporadically against the wooden floor. 

“i don’t deserve you. i don’t deserve you at all.” her eyes faltered.  

you bit your lip, not understanding where this was coming from. “what makes you say that?” 

“because it’s true.”

“there’s nothing true about that statement, natasha.”

“but there is!” she practically begged, “i’ve done so much wrong, damaged so many people, ruined so many lives. there’s nothing good about me, and there’s so much good in you.” 

you moved closer to her, words ready to fall from you lips about how wrong she was. noticing this, natasha began to trip and stumble upon her sentences as you enclosed your proximity. you frowned having not been used to seeing her in such distress. 

“it sucks because i love you. i love you so fucking much—” her lip began to quiver,  “—and i’m sorry. i’m so fucking sorry that i still selfishly need you. just please, please don’t you give me up. please don’t give up. i’ll be better, i’ll do better.”

you didn’t bother listening to the rest of what natahsa was saying because just as you’d previously stated, none of it was true. there was nothing that natasha could say that would change your mind. you knew her as the person she is, not the person she was. 

“nat? nat look at me.” you tried. 

it was only then when natasha noticed how close you were. she tried to pull away, but you were quick to stop her by by a small, fragile grasp of the wrist. 

“natasha.” 

the redhead stopped midway through her movement, green eyes trailing from your hand all the way up to meet your own. 

“yes?” her voice cracked. 

“i would never consider giving up on you, natasha. ever. don’t you know? it’s only you, my girl. i love you — only you, babe.” 

“yes, but-”

“but nothing. your past doesn’t define you. that’s what you’ve told me hundreds and hundreds of times, right? i need you to hear me out on this.” her hum was the only response you got, but you chose not to fight it.

“you are not the finished product they made you to be.” although hesitant, she nodded. “you’re good, natasha, you are. i know you’ve spent the last decade it seems, trying to make up for all the wrong that you’ve done, but at some point you have to forgive yourself. you were never at fault. i know you know that, but i need you to believe it.” 

you leaned closer, connecting your forehead with hers knowing how intimate that felt for natasha. “i don’t want anyone else. i only want you— only you, darling.”

natasha nudged her nose against yours as if she was asking for permission to kiss you, but you let her take the lead, let her take the time she needed to before she pressed her lips against yours. 

 “i love you more than you will ever know.”

you giggled into the kiss, “you’re wrong about that, natty. you know you are.” she rolled her eyes, pulling away from you to push you on your back.  

“shut up and let me appreciate you.”

you smirked, looking up at the redhead. “oh yeah? and how are you going to do that?”

“you’ll see.” 

“oh i’m sure i will.”

“yeah. you will.” 

[plsimsuchasimp]

cheating.

part 2 here

Ft: Suna Rintarou x !gn reader, a little bit of atsumu miya x !gn reader

Genre/warnings: one (1) curse word, cheating, brief implied sex, angst, hurt/comfort, fighting

Wc: 1.8k

NOT PROOFREAD!

a/n: i’m so sorry for this angst but i had to do it for y’all... didn’t have it in me to write a happy ending, maybe later.

The rain was pouring down, clattering against the roof of the gym. You, sitting against the wall in a corner by the benches, watched Suna’s team play, smiling slightly at the way they seemed to seamlessly move together. Your boyfriend looked concentrated, green eyes flickering from one player to another. 

His phone buzzed beside you, and you picked it up, intending to set it to Do Not Disturb so you could do work, but the notification caught your eye. 

“Hey!” It read, “it was so good to meet you >;) you made me feel good <3″

Instantly, your heart drops into your stomach. Silently willing for the notification to disappear, your eyes cling to the screen as yet another popped up. “I miss you babe, we should do that again”

Your eyes begin to burn, trying to deny the obvious truth of what you saw in front of you. Suna Rintarou had cheated on you, and from the looks of it, with a stranger. You swallow, hard, as the lump in your throat grows and tears begin to form in your eyes. No wonder he’d been overly affectionate in the past week, he probably felt guilty.

What hurt most wasn’t that he didn’t tell you, pretended that everything was fine; no, it was the realization that you just weren’t enough for him. All the time you’d spent on him, everything you’d done, the words of confirmation and the countless amount of love and affection you’d given him, it all wasn’t good enough. 

You were bad enough for him to seek loving in a stranger’s arms.

Clicking the phone off, you put it down and stared into space for a moment, fighting the tears that threatened to spill onto your cheeks at any second. Practice was wrapping up, and you couldn’t face Suna right now. Luckily for you, he was on cleanup duty this week, so he had to stay late. 

Trying to shake the rigidity out of your limbs, you gathered your things and stuffed them into your bag, not taking the time to organize them so they all fit. Head down, you headed for the door, hoping that Suna wouldn’t look over. Opening the door, you were faced with another harsh realization: It was raining and Suna was supposed to drive you home. That wasn’t happening today, for sure. Glancing around, you spotted Atsumu pulling his umbrella out of his bag, and rushed over to him.

“Hey Atsumu,” you said, attempting to keep your voice steady, “Can I catch a ride with you?” He was going to ask why, when Suna had a perfectly good car, but then he caught a glimpse of the tear streaking silently down your face and decided it might be better to wait until later.

Unusually serious, he agreed and put a comforting hand on the small of your back as you two hurried out of the door under his umbrella. Opening his car door for you, he let you in and then went over to the driver’s side, sliding in and turning on the car so it would warm up. 

Stealing the occasional look at you, he noticed you were shaking and turned up the heat in the car although he was warm from volleyball practice. He started driving, sensing that you didn’t want to talk. Jaw clenched, he drove in silence for a couple minutes, then dared to speak.

“Hey, are you okay?” Hearing sniffles from your side of the car and seeing your shoulders shake, he pulled over to the side of the road and put the car in park. Gulping, he awkwardly reached out a hand to pat you on the back, but this only made you cry harder.

Looking up to face him, tear streaks staining your cheeks, you tried to stop shivering from shock. “S-Suna,” you mumbled, fighting to keep your voice from completely breaking, but another sob escaped before you could get anything more out.

“Wha’? Suna what?” he prodded, brow furrowing in concern. You rarely cried, so he knew this was something really serious.

“Suna c-cheated on me.” The last couple of words were whispered, your voice breaking, and Atsumu’s mouth dropped open. Of all the things he’d expected to hear, it wasn’t that. Your relationship with Suna had always seemed perfect. He’d seen the way Suna looked at you, his eyes soft, seen the way his behavior changed around you, seen his eyes light up whenever you smiled. This wasn’t possible.

He opened his mouth, shutting it again when words failed him. You were hunched in the passenger’s seat, shaking so hard he could hear your elbows accidentally hitting the car door. Without a second thought, he took his sweatshirt off and covered you with it, hoping that it would warm you up at least a little bit. 

“I- I’m so sorry,” he muttered, unsure how to comfort a clearly distraught you. As soon as your shudders subsided, his mind turned to Suna and what he would do next time he saw him. No doubt he deserved to be beat up for what he did to you, hurting you like that, but it just didn’t make sense. Suna was totally in love with you, and it was obvious to any outsider. 

He started the car again, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on your shoulder, trying to calm you down. “Y/N, I’m gonna drop ya off at home, okay?”

A quick nod from you reassured him, and you two drove with just the raindrops crashing down on the roof of the car. When you arrived at your house, you made a motion to give back his sweatshirt, but he just waved a hand and said “Don’t worry about it. Ya can return it to me when I next see ya.” Your lips trembled and you turned away from him, making the way to your door and letting yourself in. He didn’t leave until he saw that you were inside, then started driving back to the gym.

You shed your jacket and turned on the heater in your house, not bothering to turn on the lights or draw the curtains. Kicking your shoes off, you crawled into bed and under your blanket and let the tears come, hugging the pillow that smelled too much like Suna.

Meanwhile at the gym, Suna was just finishing up and wondering where you’d gone to. The guilt of his mistake still hung with him, and he was looking to take you out to dinner tonight and spend some more time with you. However, when he saw his phone laying faceup, the bold words in text still plainly on the screen, he knew that you’d found out, and his heart contracted. Sinking to his knees, he struggled to breathe through the upcoming panic. He was in love with you, and he had no idea what had possessed him to fall into someone else’s arms for the night.

The feeling surged when he remembered that one of your biggest fears/insecurities was not being good enough, and a short gasp fell out of his mouth as he realized just how much he’d messed up. The gym door swung open, banging against the wall with the sheer force of the push. There stood Miya Atsumu, a murderous expression on his face.

“Suna!” He barked, and the middle blocker glanced up briefly before returning his attention to the phone clutched in his hands, frantically pressing the call button as it once again went straight to voicemail. The sound of your voice was almost too much for him to bear, his breathing accelerating and his head pounding. 

y/n please pick up please i’m so sorry i swear i didn’t mean it they mean nothing to me i love you i love you so much please don’t leave me

His fingers speed across the keyboard, hoping against hope that you’ll talk to him. Any sort of contact. The phone is suddenly knocked from his hand by Atsumu, the look on his face nothing short of furious. 

“What the fuck were ya thinking?” He spits, rage evident in the bulging veins of his neck. “You hurt y/n so badly that they had to drive home with me rather than face another second of ya.”

His words stung Suna, because they both knew they were true. He doesn’t resist when Atsumu pulls him to his feet, glaring at him and shoving him towards the wall. 

“You’re pathetic. Y/N is the best person ya will ever meet, and ya ruined it all.” Once again, Suna doesn’t reciprocate, his eyes falling miserably to the ground. Atsumu’s fist comes up and hits Suna straight in the stomach, forcing the breath out of his lungs as he collapses to the floor. Atsumu looks at him with an expression of pure disgust, walking away to leave Suna where he is, slumped against the wall.

His eyes are dull, the life drained out of them, because he knows Atsumu is right. A notification causes his phone to buzz and he picks it up immediately, hoping to see anything from you, but it’s just another text from the fling. Hatred for himself and the person fills him, and he slams his phone down, allowing his head to sink into his knees. 

He needs to see you, so he grabs his stuff and rushes to his car, barely remembering to lock the gym on his way out. Going ten miles above the speed limit, he makes it to your house ten minutes after you had. 

Walking up to your front door, he knocks urgently, over and over again. He hears shuffling from behind, and the door opens to reveal you in an oversize sweatshirt that doesn’t belong to him and sweatpants, eyes red and puffy from crying. 

The instant you see him, time seems to stop. The hurt is written all over your face, and the regret all over his. He can’t seem to move, can’t do anything besides whisper your name.

“Y/N.” 

You shake your head, new tears forming in the corners of your eyes, and turn away. “I don’t want to talk to you, Suna.” 

With those words, his heart shatters a little bit more. He was your Rin, your Rinnie, never Suna. “Please-” the door slams in his face and he hears the lock turning, signaling the final goodbye. He screams, pounding on your door as the panic overtakes him. 

“Please! I love you! I’m so sorry, just please don’t leave me! I’ll go insane if you do!” Tears stream down his face and yours, mourning each other on opposite sides of the door. His words wrack you, tempt you to open the door and forgive him, but you can’t. He already showed you he didn’t care.

Half an hour passes, with the yells from the door fading into whimpers. Finally, you hear a car door slam, and you allow yourself to sob, held immobile on the floor. 

You’re broken, and it’s his fault. His head falls onto the steering wheel, not caring that it sets off the car horn.

Still, the rain patters on the roof, both of you less than three hundred feet apart, but forever separated.

He’ll never love anyone like he loved you.

[useramor]

how about "a hug for when you're breaking down in my arms, and i wish i could take your pain away because seeing you this upset hurts so goddamn much" because i need to see eddie crack like a fucking egg

intimacy in a relationship prompts!!

thanks for sending this babesieeee i hope u like it!! i did my best okay sfkgh

wc: 2.6k

Eddie’s shaking. He hasn’t stopped shaking since he walked into Buck’s loft. Buck can practically hear his bones hitting against each other like a decorative halloween skeleton getting tossed around in the wind.

Except that Eddie is very real and cold to the touch and Buck’s looking at him right in the eyes and it’s like Eddie isn’t even looking back. Brown eyes looking straight into his own but Eddie’s somewhere else entirely.

He’s been off since his parents dropped by for a surprise visit a week ago. Since they told him he’s doing everything wrong, that Christopher’s going to grow up to resent him. That he’s too old to still be single, and needs to find a nice woman to settle down with.

It makes Buck violent. There’s no other way to describe it. Seeing Eddie broken and belittled and so heart-twisting-snapping-breakingly sad makes Buck want to tear the entire world into pieces.

And now here’s in his loft, on his couch, and he’s vibrating.

Buck’s half-worried he’s gonna vibrate right out of his skin, but he doesn’t voice that. Doesn’t voice anything, just stays quiet and waits for Eddie to say something.

Eddie mumbles something, and it’s so quiet Buck wouldn’t have noticed it at all if he hadn’t spent the past few years figuring out how to tune into the Eddie Diaz Frequency.

He doesn’t want to push, but he also can’t help if Eddie doesn’t tell him what’s wrong.

“Did you say something, Eds?” he asks. He wants to pull him for a hug. And then pull him closer until Eddie is comfortably situated in the hollow of his ribcage. He knows he has organs there. He can move them around. What good is a heart if it’s got nothing to beat for, anyways?

Eddie takes a deep breath. He looks angry at himself for how shaky the exhale comes out, so he tries again, breathing in and out until the air that comes out is steady.

“I don’t know what I’m doing wrong,” he admits, looking down at his lap where his fingers are picking at a loose thread on one of Buck’s pillows.

“Eddie- Eddie, hey- hey look at me.” He grabs Eddie’s face in his hands and tilts his head up so Eddie can see him. “You are doing nothing wrong. Eddie, you’re a great man. You’re an amazing father. You’re the best fucking dad out there. Christopher is so lucky to have you, you know that. You know that. And I’ll keep telling you in case you forgot.”

Eddie’s laugh is wet and cold and self-deprecating. He rubs at his eyes with the palms of his hands, pressing them onto his eyelids hard. Maybe it’s to try and forcefully stop the tears. Maybe it’s to bruise.

Maybe it’s both.

“They’re right, though. I’m- fuck- I’m such a fucking failure. I left. I left Chris, and I left Shannon like a fucking coward. I didn’t think I’d be good enough for Chris, so I took off. Joined the army, played a hero, and came back to a wife who hated me and a son who didn’t know who I was.”

Buck stays quiet. He knows all of this, kind of. Eddie has mentioned enough things here and there— often when he was on just the wrong side of tipsy- for Buck to piece it all together.

But Eddie never talks about it, never says anything. He keeps all of his feelings packed tightly into a box. And then he put that box in a fingerprint locked safe. And then he threw the safe in the fucking ocean.

So if Eddie is willing to open up without copious amounts of alcohol, Buck is willing to listen.

“And then Shannon left. And I- I hate her for that. I hate her. I’m walking around with this hatred, and this resentment, for a dead woman, how fucking sick is that? But she- she left. And I- I don’t care that she left me. But Christopher? He woke up and his mother was gone, and-” He cuts himself off as another round of sobs try to force their way out of him.

Eddie swallows with a pained look on his face.

Buck wishes so desperately he would just let himself cry. His apartment could stand it, he’s got extra rags under the bathroom sink.

Let it out, Eddie.

Maybe Eddie is tuned into the Evan Buckley Frequency, because he steadies himself- again, but he’s shakier this time, like he’s running out of patience to pretend like whatever’s going on is okay- and keeps talking.

“And my parents blamed me for Shannon leaving. They hated her! They couldn’t fucking stand her! She’s the only person alive who was a worse parent to Christopher than I was, but when she left it was still ‘why couldn’t you make her stay, Edmundo?’ ‘what did you do to make her leave?’ I didn’t- Buck I didn’t mean to do it. I didn’t mean to, I didn’t- I didn’t-”

Eddie sobs. Loud and hiccuping, and he looks so angry at himself for ever feeling sad in the first place.

He stands up, running his hands through his hair until it sticks up in every direction. He paces around in the cramped area of Buck’s living room, trying to figure out what to say next.

Buck stays quiet. There’s so much he wants to say. You’re a good person, he wants to tell him. You’ve made human mistakes, and you’ve apologized and kept your word. You’ve grown. Maybe you weren’t good before, but you’re the best person I know, now, he wants to say.

But Eddie’s still going. Buck being silent, just a source to absorb information, is working for him, apparently. That, or maybe Eddie’s finally at his break point. He’s the first person Buck has ever met who’s made of elastic.

Buck’s fine china. He’s broken quite a few times, and he’ll break again. Maddie is stone, she’s sturdy, and she’s strong, but Doug had a chisel and the fucking patience to get through the marble.

But Eddie’s… he’s something else. Every time Buck thinks he’s reached his breaking point, Eddie smiles a little brighter- a little more manically- and keeps going.

Someone must’ve taken a pair of scissors, then. Torn a hole through Eddie’s resolve. Popped it like a water balloon and now there’s nothing Eddie can do but watch helplessly as the balloon deflates and soaks Buck’s living room.

“And then,” he picks up again. “My parents were so excited about Ana. They- they were thrilled that I was seeing someone. And Ana was absolutely everything my parents wanted. Everything I should want. She was good for Christopher, and I was too much of a pussy to just stick with it. I can’t- fuck- I can’t-”

Buck gets up from the couch and moves into Eddie’s space cautiously. Eddie flinches away.

“I’m going to hug you.”

Eddie shakes his head vigorously. “No, no, please I- no-”

“Eddie. I’m going to hold you. You can kick me, you can hit me, you can bite me- I don’t care. Worse things have made me bleed. Just let me, okay?”

Eddie’s eyes are wide and he doesn’t move. Buck would wait for consent before touching anyone in any other scenario, but he knows Eddie would never let himself be comforted if Buck didn’t just do it anyways.

And Buck knows him better than anyone in the world. He knows Eddie’s hurting in a way he can’t put to words, and he knows that- despite Eddie’s tough guy exterior- the man wants to be held. To be cradled. To have someone run their fingers through his hair. But he would never let himself ask for it, so Buck’s gotta just give it to him.

He steps forward again. Eddie steps back. Buck puts warm hands on his shoulders and pulls him in, wrapping his strong arms around Eddie’s frame and holding him there.

Eddie does kick. He hits Buck everywhere he can reach, tries to push himself away only for Buck to hold him tighter. Buck feels like he’s holding a kid who's throwing a tantrum. And, in a way, he is.

Eddie’s issues with inadequacy didn’t start in the past decade. It didn’t start with Shannon, or with Christopher.

It started when he was just a boy, and nothing was ever good enough for his parents.

Buck can relate to that.

He knows he would kick and scream the same. He knows he would yell and cry the same. He knows he would want to be held the same.

So he stands there and does his best not to flinch as Eddie keeps hitting him. He’ll have bruises tomorrow that he’ll never let Eddie see, but Eddie’s got scars and open wounds he’s been hiding since he was a child. A few bruises won’t kill.

Eventually, he runs out of energy. His punches get weaker, and he stops trying to move out of Buck’s grasp. His body sags, and he sobs. Harder than he cried before, and so broken. So, so broken.

“Buck, I- I’m-” He can’t seem to finish his thought, and Buck’s not gonna force it out of him.

“Shh, hey. It’s okay. You don’t have to say anything. Or you could say whatever you want. I’ll still be here, Eddie, I-” He takes a pause and a deep breath. “I’ll still love you, okay?”

For some reason, that makes Eddie cry more.

So Buck says it again.

“I love you.”

Eddie’s body nearly falls out of his grasp as he sags to the floor. Buck goes easily, sitting on the floor and holding Eddie in his lap.

“I love you,” he says again.

“You shouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“I’m not- I’m not a good person to love, Buck. It’s too much of a burden to expect that from anyone.”

Buck scoffs.

“Eddie, look at me.” Eddie leans back and studies Buck’s face. “You see these muscles? They can shoulder the weight. You don’t have to carry your burdens alone, no matter how heavy.”

The muscles comment gets a small smile out of Eddie, and Buck counts it as a win. When Eddie slumps forward again and lays back on his chest, Buck mindlessly places a kiss on his forehead.

“You shouldn’t have to do that.”

“I know. But I love you, and I want to do it anyway.”

Eddie’s hands are playing with Buck’s t-shirt, stretching out the fabric as he fidgets with it.

“Why do you keep saying that?” he asks in a small voice. Buck presses another kiss on his forehead- this time intentionally.

“That I love you?”

Eddie nods.

“Because it’s true.”

Silence settles over their little bubble as neither of them speak. And then Eddie clears his throat. Buck does his best to look at him, given their current position, but he sees the soft furrow of his eyebrows and the slight pout as he looks anywhere but Buck.

“In, um. In what way?”

Buck takes a very shaky breath. He could write this off, say he just loves him, nothing too crazy about it, and they could move on. But Buck owes this to Eddie. Eddie, who has been so frighteningly vulnerable and honest all night. Eddie, who is currently sitting in his lap, stretching out the fabric of his t-shirt.

Eddie, who deserves to know all the ways that Buck loves him.

“You’re my best friend. You make me happier than anyone ever has. I love when we go out- just us or with Christopher- or when we lay on your couch with beers and a movie on the tv. I love you like that.”

Eddie’s still not looking at him, but Buck’s not finished.

“You’re an amazing dad. You love Christopher so much, and he loves you so much. I love seeing how happy you make each other. I love seeing you happy. I love you like that.”

He rubs a hand down Eddie’s back, and then runs his fingers through his hair.

“Sometimes when I look at you, all I wanna do is kiss you. I want to kiss you all the time. Sometimes I want to do more. When I see you in the gym and you’re sweaty from a workout, or when you’re standing in my kitchen in my hoodie, and all I want is to take it off and kiss you senseless. I love you like that.”

Eddie’s looking at him now, and Buck wants to look away, but Eddie deserves to know this. Even if he doesn’t feel the same, he deserves to know just how deep Buck’s love for him runs.

“And-” he cuts himself off. Telling Eddie he’s his best friend is easy, Eddie knows that. Telling him he wants Eddie to be happy is easy, he knows that too. Telling him how badly he wants to kiss him all the time… it’s a little harder, but anyone with eyes can look at Buck and see how much he wants Eddie.

This? This is telling. This is harder.

He looks at Eddie, who is smiling up at him softly, eyes wide and hopeful, and Buck keeps going.

“I want to be Christopher’s dad. I want to move in together to a larger house with extra bedrooms, and get a dog and a cat. I want those rooms to have cribs and then twin sized beds as our kids get older. I want to kiss you when we wake up and right before we fall asleep. I love you that way. I- I’m in love with you that way.”

Eddie’s mouth is hanging open in a small oh. Buck isn’t worried he’s said too much. He’s said too little, there’s so much more he could say, so many other ways he loves Eddie.

“You are Christopher’s dad-”

“Eddie-”

“Let me finish.”

Buck shuts up.

“You are his dad. And I think, if we combine our salaries, we could afford a house with more bedrooms, and we might have to get married first - or at the very least start dating- but I- I really wouldn’t mind waking up with you everyday.”

“Just ‘wouldn’t mind’?” Buck teases.

Eddie shakes his head and moves around so he’s in Buck’s lap but facing him. Buck is trying very hard not to think about the way Eddie’s straddling him.

“I want that, too. I really do- more than anything. I love you, Buck.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Yeah, ‘cause I kinda just told you I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Would be kind of awkward on the job if you didn’t feel the same,” he says, tilting his head to the side.

Eddie’s laugh is still a little wet, but it’s in a good way. He’s smiling so big it could power the city.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you, too.”

“You could start by kissing me?”

Eddie’s smile softens, and his brown eyes are darker than Buck’s ever seen them, but the look on his face is so gentle, so tender.

“Yeah, I could,” he says.

And then his lips are on Buck’s and Eddie’s hands are tilting Buck’s face up just slightly, so he can lean into it. The kiss doesn’t last more than a few seconds, and their lips stick together a little when they pull away. It makes Eddie smile, and he leans back in to press another quick kiss on Buck’s lips, and then one more for good measure.

When he pulls away, he yawns, face soft and sleepy. Buck can only imagine how tired he must be, emotional vulnerability is exhausting, and Eddie’s body must be tired from sobbing.

“Sleep?”

Eddie pouts, but nods.

“I’ll still love you tomorrow,” he tells him. Eddie kisses him again, smile blinding.

And he will. And he does.