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whimsiwitchy · 20 days ago

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Controversially Young Girlfriend (part seven)

Hugh Jackman x popstar!reader

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summary: y/n is a globally beloved pop star. She is known for her talent and dedication towards her craft. Recently, she has also been known for her preference for older men. After a breakup with her former older boyfriend, she had a run in with the hottest dilf right now, Hugh Jackman. Y/n tried to warn him, but what can she say, she has an effect on hot, older men.

warnings: age gap (23/55), cursing, y/n used, implied shorter reader, afab reader, she/her pronouns, sexual themes, pedro (srry he's a big part of this chapter)

warnings will change as the story progresses! all descriptions of real people in this story are FAKE. I do not know these people and this is purely fiction. Please let me know if I missed anything!! <3

authors note: hi everyone! I literally just posted saying idk when I would update again but I decided to look through what I had written for this part and give it to y'all. she's a short one but it's cute. somewhat proof read lol. enjoy <3

part seven: closing chapters

You’ve been back in Los Angeles for less than a day and you already missed the simplicity of being with Hugh. Los Angeles was reality and it was an ugly one. All of the responsibilities came tumbling down on you and you felt like you were stuck in an inescapable maze. As much as you wanted to stay hidden, tucked under Hugh’s protective arm forever, you had to be an adult about this. You needed to stop ignoring Ashley and talk things out with her. You also needed to talk to Pedro and close that chapter that had been left wide open. Your personal life couldn’t have picked a worse time to get interesting. Tour started in two weeks, leaving very little time to tie all loose ends before traveling the world.

When you landed this morning, you ate a quick breakfast from a small cafe and went straight to rehearsals. They ran longer today to make up for the few days you were gone but you didn’t mind. Being on stage and performing the music you worked so hard on always upped your mood, even if you were unbelievably tired at the end of the day. At the moment, you were laying in bed, trying your best to stay awake while you waited for Hugh to call. He texted you a few hours earlier saying he spent the day with his kids and talked to them about the relationship you two had built over the questionable short period of time. He didn’t go into any further detail but promised to call as soon as he got home and settled. It was a little past 10pm, making it 1am in New York. Just as you were beginning to lose hope in Hugh’s late night call, your phone lit up with Hugh’s contact.

“Hi Hugh.” You say sweetly into the speaker, sleepiness evident in your voice. “Hi, baby. Were you sleeping?” The deep accent you adored so much rumbled through the phone. “No, I was just laying down. How are you? How was your day?” As you speak, you move to sit up, your back resting against the headboard. “My day was good. It was nice to spend some time with the kids and catch up. We did a puzzle and talked, it was a nice day. How was your day, baby?”

“It was good, busy. Basically hopped off the plan straight into rehearsals.” You let out an airy laugh. “I’m sorry sweet girl, I should let you get some sleep.” His voice trails off at the end and you know he genuinely feels bad for calling so late. “No, no…it’s fine. I want to talk to you. I don’t start as early tomorrow so I have some time to sleep in.” You assure him. “Are you sure baby? We can always talk tomorrow.” “I’m sure.” You let out a small yawn and Hugh chuckles. “Hm, if you say so.”

“Whatever..” You say playfully. The line goes quiet for a moment, neither of you speaking. “So uh…you told your kids about us?”

You wanted to ease into asking but you were dying to know. Thay had been the number one reason you’d been so hesitant to take on a relationship with Hugh and you know their opinion means something to him too. If they didn’t approve or had any distaste towards your pairing, you weren’t sure if you could be with Hugh without having a heavy layer of guilt strapped to your heart.

“Oh yea, I told them.”

His response makes your heart skip a beat. Hugh was never one to beat around the bush but he was dragging this out and it scared you.

“And what did they say?”

Hugh takes a sharp breath in and your heart falls into your stomach. They don’t approve, you can sense the words about to tumble out of his mouth.

“They’re fine with it.”

His short answers are beginning to irritate you a little bit. You needed to know every detail of their conversation, you wouldn’t be able to sleep without it.

“Hugh, can you please just tell me everything? Your lack of words is driving me insane.” You draw out the end of the last word, showing him just how frustrated you are.

“I’m sorry baby, there's not much to tell. My daughter is a fan and begged me to introduce you two and um…well my son…he uh..this is so fucking awkward…” He huffs. “What did he say? I’m sure it can’t be that bad if they’re fine with everything right? Just spit it out, I can take it.” He sighs. “My son has a crush on you.”

“Oh!” You can feel your body heat up underneath your duvet. “That uh…that is kinda awkward. What did he say about us being together then?”

“He said something about how he doesn't understand how I was able to ‘bag a baddie’ like you, whatever that means.” You laugh at that. “He’s not mad, just jealous I guess. I’m really gonna have to keep an eye out for him when you meet them. I trust him, he’s my son, but I’m not gonna stand for his eyes wandering on my girl.”

You laugh again, partially because of his words and partially because of how wild this entire conversation is.

“Well I’d love to meet your daughter and she’s free to come to any show she wants, I'll get her in. Same goes for your son as well, if that’s okay with you. I don’t want you to get too jealous and cause a fight between you two.” You giggle through the last few words.

“Yea yea, we’ll see.”

The line goes quiet again, a comfortable silence.

“Hugh, I have a question.” “Shoot baby.” You can hear the sleepiness starting to appear in his voice. “I was wondering if you’d be okay with me going to talk to Pedro soon?” You hear rustling on his end before he speaks again. “Why do you want to do that?” There’s a slight hint of anger in his tone but you know it’s not towards you but towards how Pedro treated you. “I really need to talk things out with him. As much as I'm over him, there’s still a little part of me that needs closure, that needs to ask questions. I want this part of my life to be done but I need to have it properly sealed off.” “Could you wait until I’m back in town? I trust you but I don’t trust him one bit.” You smile at his protectiveness. “I really want to fix everything before the tour starts. I need to talk to Ashley too and the sooner I can get over this, the sooner I can put all my focus on the tour and you. So unless you’re planning on being back in town in a week, I need to do this alone. Is that okay?” He sighs and takes a moment. “Of course that’s fine baby. Just keep me updated on everything that happens.” “I will.” The two of you talk for 20 more minutes before you both call it a night, ending the call with “I love you”.

The next morning, you immediately texted Hugh before rolling out of bed and starting your day. You showered, brushed your teeth, got dressed, and made your way to the kitchen. You opted for a lazy breakfast, too tired to do anything else. You popped a bagel into the toaster and fried an egg, laying a slice of cheese on top to melt. You made your little bagel breakfast sandwich and washed a few berries to go with it.

While you ate, you scrolled through your phone. Hugh hasn't texted you back yet but it didn't surprise you. He was up late and with his age, he needed his sleep. You smiled to yourself as you thought about how peaceful he looks while he’s deep in sleep. While scrolling through instagram, you get an ad for Gladiator II. Your ex’s stupid hot face was plastered on your phone. You sighed and pulled up his contact. You were grateful you deleted the text thread you once had, you weren’t sure if you could handle seeing all of the previous sweet words he used to send you.

You: hey p, it’s y/n. I was wondering if we could meet up soon and talk? no pressure :)

Once you hit send, you locked your phone and slid it across your kitchen table. Your phone buzzed a few seconds later and your heart started beating faster…there’s no way he could have already responded. You reached for your phone, having to lift out of your chair slightly. When your phone unlocks, your heart slows down, it’s just Hugh.

You texted back and forth with Hugh all morning until you pulled up to the Kia Forum. Tour was officially a week away from starting which meant you got to rehearse in the venue that would be starting the tour off. You’d been in the Forum a few times for various concerts but being here for your own performance was a different animal. Knowing that this place was sold out for you was wild. You caught up with all of your dancers, them sharing the same excitement. The energy in the building was electric. The crew was excited to get their creations in full and everyone was just happy to finally be starting.

With being in a new space, the start of rehearsal was a bit slow. Lights, sounds, and various other things had to be adjusted now that everything was in full. You didn’t mind though. It gives you a chance to slow down and appreciate how far you’ve come. It was lunchtime and you decided to hide away in your dressing room to eat. A few people offered you to come with them but you really needed a moment to yourself. You were overwhelmed but in a good way. You grabbed some food from the catering someone had ordered, you made a note to yourself to find out who it was and thank them.

Once you got to your dressing room, you pulled your phone out of your purse and scrolled through your notification log. Hugh’s messages were the first thing you saw. You were responding to everything he had sent when another message popped up at the top of your phone.

pedro: hey y/n. I’m free today if you wanna swing by sometime?

You pulled up to the familiar gates and typed in the code that was still etched in your brain. Once you parked your car in the semi circle driveway, you texted Pedro that you were here before taking a deep breath and stepping out of your car. It always looked out of place next to the large home, even more now that you didn’t belong here the way you once had. One of the brown French style doors open just as you're walking up the three concrete steps that lead to the entrance. You look up from your shoes. Locking eyes with Pedro, you feel your heart tense up. The pain of losing the man you had felt so deeply for re-entered your body involuntarily. He was wearing his typical casual attire: a pair of black cotton shorts, his beloved yellow lakers tee, and a pair of long black socks. The slight gray in his hair had begun to spread, the sides of his beard almost losing all color. He looked as handsome as ever. He held the door open with one arm, leaning slightly. A small smile rested on his face and his brown puppy dog eyes gave you the same feeling they had when you had first met him.

“Hi y/n.” His voice sounded almost hesitant. “Hi P…Thanks for having me.” He backs up to let you inside. You slip your shoes off, like you had many times before. “No problem. I’m kinda surprised you wanted to talk to me, thought you would’ve been done with me after…well you know.” You don’t answer, instead you walk towards his living room and plop yourself down in the spot you had claimed many months ago, Pedro taking his own claimed spot not too far from yours. “It’s weird seeing you there again…missed seeing you here.” You sigh. “Pedro…don’t say that.” “Why not?” “You don’t get to miss me when you’re the one that left me. You hurt me P. Not the other way around.” He scoffs. “Sure didn’t seem too hurt to me. You moved on just fine.” “Can you stop being an asshole for two fucking seconds?”

You wanted to come into this with patience and maturity but Pedro was making that impossible. He was being completely insufferable and had been since the moment he broke up with you, like it was somehow your fault. You missed the kind Pedro, the one you had fallen for.

“Well it’s true, isn’t it? It took a month before you fell into someone else's arms, no let me clarify, my friend’s arms.” You could tell he was trying to get under your skin and you didn’t know where he gained this hatred for you. His voice was sour, a scowl present on his face.

“God Pedro…” You sigh in anger. “Yes I invited him to the album party but he was there for me when you sat there and yelled- no embarrassed me at my own event. You don’t get to play victim in this situation. We weren’t together and hadn’t been together for weeks by the time I met him.” You could tell you were beginning to lose control over your emotions. The anger and pain both battled reaching for your throat begging to take control over your next words.

His eyes go soft as he starts to speak again. “Y/n…I’m sorry about that, I was drunk and I-”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“You know what? Fuck you Pedro. Truly. You are the most selfish person I’ve ever met. You broke up with me because the pressure was too hard on you. You come to my event and try to grab me, then you yell at me because Hugh came to check on me. Now you’re mad that I found someone that actually gives two shits about me, that isn’t afraid to deal with whatever comes with dating a younger girl? I’m over it.” You laugh again. “And now you want to apologize for that night when you’ve been nothing but rude since I sat on this couch? I came here for closure, nothing more. I liked you Pedro. I really really like you and you crushed my heart that night and every time I’ve seen you after. I don’t understand what I did to deserve this hatred that you’ve been throwing at me but it’s not fair.”

Your anger had won the battle but your sadness would win the war. Your voice broke on your last words, hot tears pouring down your cheeks.

“It’s not fucking fair P…”

You tuck your face into your sweatshirt, allowing yourself to cry in peace. Pedro doesn’t speak and the silence lasts for what feels like forever. You could feel a slight movement on the couch, then two warm arms wrap around your shoulder, a chin resting atop your head. The two of you stay like that for a while. You let your tears flood your cheeks until there aren’t any left.

“I’m so sorry babygirl. I didn’t mean to hurt you like this.”

You slowly pull your face out of the sweater. One of Pedro’s arms drops to rest on his leg, the other lay across your shoulders still. His water line was filled with his own tears, eyes red.

“Then why did you?” He takes a moment to think and pulls you into his chest. Your head resting right above his heart, the beat a little faster than the one you had memorized.

“Shit y/n…I know no matter how I say this, it’s gonna sound fucked up.” He squeezes his arms gently. “I was so scared, baby. When everyone started to form their opinions on us and kept pinning me to be some weirdo, I freaked out. I’m at the height of my career and I couldn’t imagine losing that…and you were right, I'm selfish. When I let you go, I immediately regretted it. I showed up to your party wanting to apologize. I had a few drinks, some liquid courage if you will, but damn baby, those fruity little drinks were a lot stronger than I thought they’d be.” You chuckle at the comment. “I was waisted by the time I saw you and when…Hu-...when he came to defend you, I lost my shit. I was so pissed off. Even in the state I was in, the look in his eyes was loud. He looked at you with so much adoration and I knew I’d already lost you.”

He pauses.

“I’m not trying to make excuses for myself, I just..I just want you to- no, I need you to know what happened. I’m sorry for being an ass today too. I guess I’m not over you and it hurts that you’re over me.”

You look up at him.

“I’m not trying to be mean when I say this P but it’s your fault. I could’ve loved you….I was falling in love with you. My time with you was special, so different than anything I’d ever felt before. I think we would’ve been good together. If you would have talked to me, maybe things would be different. You should have talked to me.”

“We could’ve been the greatest?” He gives a lazy smile down to you and you look down in shame, wincing slightly. “You watched it?” You ask quietly. “Yea I did.” He pauses. “You sounded beautiful up there, you’re so talented y/n…even if it was so clearly targeted towards me.” The arm that's wrapped around your shoulder moves, his hand resting on your head now, moving in slow circles.

“Would you ever give us another chance?” He asks, looking down at you. The hope in his eyes pains you.

“I love him P…” You see the small glimmer of happiness drain from his face. You were feeling just as hurt, knowing that if Hugh hadn’t entered your life when he did or if you had talked to Pedro sooner, you’d give him another chance without a second thought.

“Does he treat you good?” You almost scoff at the question, given who’s asking, but you don’t have the heart to be mean to him anymore. “Yea he does…” You smile at the thought of just how well Hugh does treat you. “Well, then I’m happy for you.”

“Are you really or are you just trying to be nice?” You joke and he shrugs. “The latter but truthfully if you were going to be with anyone other than myself, I’m glad it’s him. He’s good.” He smiles down at you and it almost reaches his eyes. “Speaking of Hugh…you kinda owe him an apology, mister.” You poke at the side of his chest that you’re not leaning on. “For what? Stealing my girl?” His words make your tummy stir. “I wasn’t your girl anymore. You called him old and yelled at him. He’s your friend, so apologize.”

“He is old.” You punch his arm and give him a look. “Ow..fuck. Fine, I’ll apologize but I’m not sure how buddy buddy I can be with him anymore.” “I don’t really care about that, as long as you’re nice to him.”

He doesn’t respond. You spend a few minutes feeling the warmth of his embrace, it was something you were going to miss. As much as you loved Hugh, Pedro had been someone special to you and it hurt to let him go, even with what he put you through.

“How much longer do my pictures have on your instagram before I’m replaced by Hugh?” He jokes and your eyes go wide. “Oh fuck me…” You had completely forgotten about the pictures that littered your page. “I will.” He smirks. “Shut the fuck up. I’m deleting them in front of your face just for saying that.” You whip out your phone. There are a few texts from Hugh on the homescreen asking how it’s going. “I’m surprised your guard dog let you come alone.” “Oh believe me, he didn’t want me to but he’s in New York and couldn’t stop me.” You open instagram. “And for that comment, I'm making you press delete on these. You can feel the finalization of us being over. Consider it punishment for being such a dick.” He laughed and pressed delete on the first one.

In the third picture, you started to regret this ‘punishment’. “We were a cute couple. You remember that one? That’s when you came over and we fucked like rabbits all week-” “Okay your done. Give me my phone.” You shove him away after and he lets out a deep belly laugh. The sound made you pause for a moment. This was the Pedro you had enjoyed being around. It was always so easy to joke around with him and be yourself. You would miss him.

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efangamez · 1 year ago

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Q&A About GRIM, my upcoming Quake-inspired TTRPG releasing this Saturday!

Hey y'all!

So I wanted to make a post compiling some of the questions I've gotten regarding GRIM, as well as some ones that a random person might wanna know. If you have a question that you'd like added to this list in a reblog chain, ask via reblog or in the replies!

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1. What is GRIM?

GRIM is a tabletop roleplaying game (TTRPG) where you delve deep into the core of an old-god corrupted planet wielding brutish and powerful weapons that cleave through enemies. GRIM can be adapted into a solo experience, but is recommended in its current version to be played with a Watcher (GM or DM) and 1-6 other players.

2. What are the mechanics of GRIM? Is it its own system?

GRIM is its own system, but is inspired by MOURN, a DOOM-inspired TTRPG I made a while ago. This time, however, the mechanics are much more fleshed out and the world is much more deep and interesting. From my itch.io page regarding gameplay: "Inspired by prolific FPS games like the Quake series, GRIM's mechanics are quick, brutal, and easy to understand without sacrificing its immense depth.Using either the flip of a coin or a six-sided die (d6), use Combat Skills to speed around combat maps and frag enemies, or use Roleplaying Skills either in or out of combat to navigate the dark and oppressive world beyond the Whispering Gate."

3. How in the heck does this play like Quake?

This game strikes a great balance between the combat of tactical games and theater-of-the-mind games. Not only does the player get some sweet bonuses from their Combat Skills, like Death Resist (where you revive upon dying) and getting more actions with your Speed stat, the weapons you wield, the monsters you face, and the environments themselves offer a playground of carnage that is reminiscent of Quake. Powerups, punchy weapons, and speedy combat are all present here!

4. Can I make expansions, add-ons, mods, modules, or anything else using GRIM?

Yup! Unlike SOME companies, you have the right to use the GRIM formula to make any game, add-on, or expansion you'd like, and can even get paid for it! All I ask is credit me (EfanGamez) as the creator of GRIM, and include a clear and visible link wither in your games themselves or in your games descriptions.

5. How does roleplaying work in GRIM?

While the game does focus mainly on the blow-em-up factor of the mechanics, there are tools within GRIM to allow for some impactful character moments using Roleplaying Skills that can be used in and out of combat for extra flavor! There is also an NPC generator in the handbook to assist you in making some NPCs. It is also encouraged in the handbook to explore and find hidden Mythic weapons and secrets, similar to the retro-fps trope of secret hunting!

6. How many pages is GRIM?

GRIM is 48 pages, again striking the balance between a longer handbook and a super short one! Also, mechanical text and lore text are all separate, so if you wanna read one or the other, you're able to in a jiffy!

7. Okay this is all cool and all...but how much is it gonna cost?

$9.99 USD! There will also be an added community copy per sale of this game that will be added a week after launch, so there's options for that too! This game took a ton of labor to make, so the more help this game gets, the cooler stuff I can make in the future!

8. Are there any sort of stretch goals for the game?

Yep! Here are all the stretch goals for when it releases on itch.io! $300: This game is fully funded! Thank you so much! $600: 5 new Pre-Made Battlemaps for combat encounters will be added to the handbook! $800: GRIM, The Palace of Eyes, a setting expansion for GRIM, will be released! Explore a realm tucked between dimensions, and fight eldritch horrors while navigating expansive castles and dungeons. Will include more unique enemies, weapons, powerups, and settings! $1,500: A printed run of GRIM will be made and released! $3,000: Beyond the main theme already released, an entire soundtrack for GRIM will be created! Enjoy intense combat music and horrifying ambient tracks that will immerse you even further into the world of GRIM! $3,000+: ??? (more goals will be released! I'll immediately jump for joy, however.) ... and more! If this game does well beyond my wildest dreams, expect some awesome GRIM related content to hit your feed like rapid fire.

9. Are there any playlists or songs made for GRIM that I can listen to?

Abso-freaking-lutely! There's a main-theme for the game that has been produced and released that you can find below, as well as two playlists I curated for both Combat and Ambient settings!

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COMBAT

AMBIENT

10. Which Quake is your favorite?

Quake 1 for sure, but 2 is cool in its own right! I played 4 a LONG time ago and dug the atmosphere, but it's a little too sci-fi and not enough medieval for me.

Got anymore questions? Lemme know in a reblog or in the replies! I'll reblog this post and add answers to any questions I get!

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GRIM releases on itch.io, DriveThruRPG, and Kofi on September 23rd, 2023 at 12pm EST!

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gyuluttony · 1 year ago

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oooh once again, if i'm not given something, i'm just going to keep pushing out the minwon mutual gain fics because something about them has my brain like hardwired rn sdfjhs i hope y'all don't get sick of me writing them in situations like this. i mainly write scenarios that get my rocks off so a lot of them are similar because i like this stuff SDFJS

As a warning, this is a feederism fic and features weight gain, mutual gaining, weight gain denial and dry humping. Don't like, don't read.

The setting for this one is that Wonwoo is an office worker who didn't end up going to the office post pandemic so works from home and Mingyu is a mukbanger. You can see where I'm going here.

Wonwoo closed the laptop that he had for work, making sure that the fake smile he wore stayed on for a couple of moments even after being aware that the camera was long hidden. When he heard the sound of the device powering down, he let out a sigh of relief.

Every work meeting was so tiring. He could only be so amused in seeing Seungkwan and Soonyoung butt heads and it seemed that Jihoon shared the same sentiment considering he looked just as tired when the meeting finished. When the team leads had such vast creative differences, it was a miracle any work could be done.

The miracle in question being named Jeon Wonwoo. Looking at his wristwatch, Wonwoo hurriedly pushed his laptop to the side as he started his home desktop, a set up that was used for much more important matters than organizing spreadsheets and data.

His phone buzzed and he saw Jihoon's contact name as well as a text: "Have fun on your date 😘" Wonwoo felt his face grow warm as he grimaced. Of course he would have slipped while drunk and accidentally confided one of his darkest secrets in a while to his best friend, but he didn't realize it was a free pass to jab at him whenever.

As his screen switched on, there was a small smile that came across his face as he opened Youtube, eager to see the face that he had grown a little parasocially attached to in the past couple of months. The wide smile of the other man pulled at the corners of his mouth as he watched him.

"Wow, it's like the turn out gets bigger for every live that I have!" He waved eagerly and Wonwoo shyly waved back at the screen, almost as if the other man could see him through it. Wonwoo reached for the bag that was at the side of his desk, pulling out his meal.

He had always been a peculiar case when it came to remembering to eat. In school, he had no problem with it because everyone around him ate around the same time but if there was no one to eat with, he just didn't feel the urge to. It was a rather atrocious habit to have but it didn't affect him all too much.

Until he got to work and working from home with his new position. Now, it wasn't out of the blue for him to work the whole day and spend his lunch playing games until Jihoon called him out for it because he was concerned at how much weight Wonwoo had lost in the past couple of months. He was well aware of his friend's habit when it came to eating so he recommended that tried just watching some mukbang streams on his lunch break so it was like he had company.

It was helpful actually! Slowly, he was remembering to eat and just eating properly in general. That was until he found Kimgyu. A mukbang channel that had grown in popularity around the time Wonwoo started paying attention. Originally, he just wanted to see what all the hype was about until he actually tuned in.

A fit, handsome young man who cooked meals for himself for videos and streamed his mukbangs afterwards. The meals he cooked looked good and honestly, Wonwoo admitted that the one making the meals looked even better so he became something of a dedicated fan.

"Today, I made a lot actually... I don't know if I can finish everything that's in here but we'll see." Wonwoo opened his own matching containers as he prepared to eat.

Did they mess up his order? It looked bigger than usual. As he popped a dumpling into his mouth, he shrugged it off since it tasted as good as it usually did. Kimgyu was rather popular for telling stories and anecdotes and realizing he shared a little too much on livestreams but the ditz factor was something that Wonwoo liked (and would rather die than admit).

Kimgyu slurped the noodles in his pan full of them and chewed while he read some responses, "Oh, you're going to get puffy if you're eating that much." A smile comes across his face, "Ah, you're talking about my face. I am getting a lot puffier in general though, don't you think?"

Wonwoo felt his face grow hot, watching Kimgyu show off his new belly in profile on the camera. It was starting to pooch out and he had barely eaten anything. That wasn't there when he first started watching him and... it was making him feel all sorts of things.

Squirming in his computer chair, Wonwoo felt the warmth spread into his system more as he listened, "I do work out still but honestly, I'm starting to explore dishes a lot more instead and I can only do so much cardio." There was a whining tone in Kimgyu's voice that sent shivers down Wonwoo's spine before he was interrupted. "Oh, but I think everyone's enjoying themselves lately it's fine!"

All the chat became a chorus asking why he came to that conclusion and Wonwoo was now hyperaware of the fat around his face, only making his pout more babylike. "I think everyone is just having better food these days! There's..." It was Kimgyu's turn to blush as the chat teased him and encouraged him to continue and he looked rather shy.

Wonwoo wiped his hands on his hoodie as he typed, 'There's what?'

The hand on Kimgyu's face hid a smile as he admitted, "You guys... need to make sure this stays between us. I'm not saying it in a mean way!" Wonwoo nodded, acting like it was a one-on-one conversation while he ate large bites of his rice bowl.

"There's a guy in my building and when I moved in a year ago, he was like... small. Which, there's nothing wrong with! But, he was around my height and I was worried like even the wind would blow him over. But, when I see him recently, he's gotten more sturdy so now, I think it's not like putting on weight is a bad thing."

The chat began to tease him and Kimgyu looked flustered as he explained hurriedly, "I- I mean he's always looked good but he looks even better n- I think I'm just going to stop talking about it." Stuffing his face with a large mouthful of noodles, Kimgyu stated, "So, don't worry about me getting puffy! I'm eating well."

The stream continued and Wonwoo was left wondering why he was feeling the most turned on he's felt in a while. Was... Kimgyu into guys that put on weight? It was one thing to know that he was into guys but it was another that it was a possible fetish as to why he had been getting bigger recently.

Wonwoo opened some videos after the stream, looking at the videos he found when he located Kimgyu's channel for the first time. His arm muscles were bulging because he admitted to doing cooking videos after his workouts. His pecs were large and firm, always making their presence known in his clothes and his ass was doing the same down lower.

But, in the recent videos, these same clothes showed just how much he had been enjoying those meals. Gone was the small waist that Wonwoo drooled over on a couple of occasions, replaced with something that was burgeoning with fat and pressing into his shirt by the end of his streams. At the end of today's, he could have sworn he saw golden skin spill out of the fabric and his hand slipped under his pants to stroke himself at the thought. He had been eating himself bigger everyday and let his massive internet fanbase know about it.

It was hard not to pay attention after. Seeing the way his gut was starting to rest on counters while he was mixing, making the appendage jiggle. Wonwoo couldn't really say that he was only watching because he needed the company to eat. He was watching because he was getting his rocks off on seeing Kimgyu get fatter with each passing week.

From the shots that lingered on his ass that only got wider and stretching the seams of his pants with each and every video or the belly that was no longer able to be contained in shirts, he was going to sleep to the sound of Kimgyu's voice, giving directions on how to cook kimchi fried rice that does good in a caloric deficit while his body showed itself to be in a heavy surplus.

He was still eating with him during the mukbang streams but Wonwoo found himself eating a lot longer considering Kimgyu's portion sizes were growing each time as well. But, it was hard not to get side tracked as he moaned about how full he was, even slipping his hand under his shirt to rub the bloated belly that Wonwoo had pictured plenty of times before seeing white in his vision.

It was a little upsetting he missed the final livestream celebration for his two million subscriber milestone. He was working overtime on a project and most people could sense the grumpy energy from Wonwoo as he typed away at his computer in the office.

"Yo." Jihoon's easygoing gesture was met with a rather cold side eye that would have swayed anyone away. Unfortunately for Wonwoo, Jihoon was well aware that Wonwoo just looked like that and it wasn't pointed... mostly.

"Remind me to never let Seungkwan and Soonyoung lead a project again." A chuckle comes from his friend, laughing at his misery. "Well, this was one of the company's biggest successes in a while so I have some bad news for you."

Wonwoo's groan must have been music to Jihoon's ears at the way his laughter sounded so triumphant before he said, "Let's go grab dinner. We're free tonight from their hell temporarily."

His original plan was to watch the stream VOD while getting dinner but he missed his friend so he shut down the computer after a couple of moments, making sure everything was in check. "Okay, your treat."

Wonwoo wasn't a heavyweight per say, but he definitely could handle his alcohol. He was prepared to get even with Jihoon constantly teasing him about his parasocial boyfriend and he had to hold his tongue at the way he was watching him put on weight over the past couple of months and the amount of things he's done to those videos.

So, using his wallet to get drunk and eat whatever he wanted was payback enough. Jihoon rolled his eyes as Wonwoo got out of his car with a little difficulty, stumbling from the alcohol he drank and the food that he ate. "Maybe mukbangs were a bad influence because I don't think any person should have that much food in one sitting."

Wonwoo smiled as he stuck his tongue out, "Sucks. You offered to pay." Jihoon smiled as he muttered some curses, "Get upstairs safely!" He drove off after watching Wonwoo enter the building but in the lobby, it was really starting to hit him how much he drank.

He felt himself swaying before something supported him. It was large and sturdy. "Are you okay? You're not walking straight and I saw you almost fall while going to the elevator."

Wonwoo hummed in response, "Mm, I'm fine. Just had a lot to drink so thanks for ca-" The words got caught in his throat when his eyes focused and he saw the face that was staring at him.

"Kimgyu-" The words left his mouth before he could realize and both of them looked rather flustered by the admission so plainly. Wonwoo moved away, albeit somewhat shaky and Kimgyu saw the movement before moving back, his hand placed at Wonwoo's waist, "Sorry, I'm not used to being called that in real life. Just call me Mingyu and... let me help you up."

His fans were right because the puppy dog eyes that were pleading were near lethal to him at this moment in time as Wonwoo conceded, "Thanks." Mingyu's smile was wide as he moved Wonwoo's arm around his broad shoulders and supported him the whole way.

It was a difficult trip considering Wonwoo was going insane feeling the immense presence of the man next to him and the realization that they lived in the same building. He felt Mingyu's belly pressing into his side and saw it sway in his peripheral with each step they took and they ended up in the elevator.

Mingyu awkwardly chuckled, "Y'know, it doesn't hit me that people know me until they say my username but thank you for your support..." He trailed off, almost expectant before Wonwoo nearly facepalmed, "Ah, my name's Wonwoo. Sorry, I was..."

"Starstruck?" Mingyu's smile was charming which was doing no favours considering Wonwoo was oogling the body that was lingering a little close to him.

Wonwoo sighed, a smile on his face, "Trying not to fall." Mingyu looked flustered that his attempt at flirting fell through before Wonwoo added, "And maybe a little." He could practically see a tail wagging from behind the other man before the elevator arrived at his floor.

He was feeling a little better already because the shock helped him sober up but as the door open, Mingyu was ready to head to his floor before Wonwoo asked. "Did... you want to come to my apartment? I'm sure there's something I can share with you."

He stepped out in case the invitation was declined and Mingyu smiled as he followed, "I know all I do on stream is eat but you don't have to offer me food." His stomach gurgled as he flushed, "But, I wouldn't say no."

Wonwoo chuckled warmly as they entered his apartment.

Despite the first time meeting, it was easy to talk to Mingyu. Wonwoo even surprised himself by saying why he started watching his videos in the first place and Wonwoo looked amused as he looked at the other man sitting next to him on the couch.

"Woah, are you crying? It's not that sad though?"

"Hyung, stop teasing me! It just makes me happy that I could help..." A sniffle broke the silence before Wonwoo laughed warmly, patting Mingyu on the shoulder.

"It's fine! I've gotten to eat regularly... just like you have been." A gentle pat on Mingyu's stomach that pressed into his lap. It was more sinful in person as he looked at the result of months of indulgence on the other man. His muscle was still there but there was a majority of fat that rested on his body.

Mingyu looked at him with a different expression as he leaned in closer and Wonwoo was ready to receive that body pressing against his. Although he froze when he felt a hand on his stomach and squeezed it, now aware of the excess fat that was on his own body.

Mingyu stopped, almost concerned at the reaction while Wonwoo rebooted, "Is it alright?"

Wonwoo moved his hand to Mingyu's, now aware of the spread of his gut as he stated quietly, "I... didn't realize I had gotten so big."

Mingyu seemed to be taken aback by the statement before the same look in his eyes popped up as he asked, "Where's your bathroom?" Wonwoo pointed to the closed door as he was flustered from standing so quickly as Mingyu took him.

Taking him to the mirror, Wonwoo stood in front while Mingyu stood behind him, feeling his gut pressing against the curve of his back as he took in the sight.

Everything was making more sense now. Why he was eating longer during Mingyu's streams. Why he took longer in the shower while cleaning himself. Why the bottom of his stomach felt cold when brushing his teeth. Why the floors creaked if he walked quickly to get his take out that he ordered. Why he got out of breath when taking the stairs for his one day a week at work.

He had gotten fat. Mingyu's hands cupped his belly and he gasped, "Remember when I said I was looking at the guy who got bigger? I was talking about you, hyung." Lifting his belly, the sound of the clothed protruding body part echoed in the bathroom as Wonwoo whimpered.

"It was one thing that you didn't even know you were getting bigger but this? You even burst a button and didn't even know." Mingyu's hand slipped into the gap of his button down that he didn't notice until now. Did Jihoon notice when this happened? Is that why he looked at him funnily after he ordered more food? Was the proof of his gluttony somewhere in the restaurant they went to?

Mingyu's hands played with Wonwoo's fat body as he whimpered from the touch. "Hyung, I did this by choice." He brought Wonwoo's hands to his own belly as he groaned, feeling Mingyu press him against the counter with their combined weight.

"But you? You did this without even realizing. Look how massive you are everywhere." Mingyu's hands roamed around Wonwoo's body, making him more aware of the fat that bulged all over him. His moobs that rested on his gut. They were properly rivaling Mingyu's and he moaned when the other man squeezed them.

"You won't ever fit into this again." Mingyu pulled the button down apart, ripping the buttons off as they were freed from the strain of Wonwoo's fat body as he braced himself on the counter, so horny it was hard to stand up. His plump ass ground into Mingyu's crotch, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from him before he felt Mingyu's hands on his waist, sinking into the fat as his belly pressed onto Wonwoo's back, gurgling from the snacks that he had filled up on.

Wonwoo looked in the mirror and saw how much they had both blown up in the past couple of months as the apex of his belly felt cool from the counter it was squishing against, spilling nearly all over the sink area as Mingyu grinded his crotch into Wonwoo's wide ass.

It was hard to last long when realizing just how much he had blown up and all the praise Mingyu was feeding him. He was already stuffed full of food and memories of how much he had done it before, rubbing his gut not even aware of how much his computer chair creaked after each meal because it was starting to strain to hold Wonwoo's obese body. He felt Mingyu convulse as the cloth now sounded wet and Wonwoo felt himself release at the realization that Mingyu was so turned on by how fat he was and how he felt their combined weight with his awareness and the way Mingyu jiggled as he rode out his high.

Catching their breaths, Mingyu clutched Wonwoo's stomach as it got a shuddering sigh from the other man.

"So, should I expect a guest for my next mukbang?"

#kpop feederism #chubby wonwoo #chubby mingyu #gyuluttonous behaviour #weight gain fiction

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viktors-still-beating-heart · 1 year ago

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Uh content warning ig for me talking about really gross mould n probably tmi ED kinda stuff idk but it's nasty,,

DUDE. From my room I removed some mouldy dishes + some rubbish bc I'm moving out and I needed to remove them finally before my family tidy it while I'm gone.

It's rlly bad and the disgusting result of me struggling to tidy + bingeing + purging. Most of the time I find it hard to keep on top of clearing the dishes from my room since I eat and drink up there fairly often.

Occasionally I've left dishes for too long and they start to grow mould, if it's not too bad I'll do an intensive bleach-y clean on them while my family is out (idk if this is safe uh) or if it's real bad I'll just chuck them out. Also sometimes when I leave dishes it's because I've binged and I feel too ashamed to bring down the mass of post-binge dishes in front of my family, I don't want them to be concerned and I feel so gross for bingeing.

Also some of the time when I have binged I'll purge, and there's been a few times where I've just regurgitated the food back into the dish I'd eaten it out of (I'm so sorry, I need to vent this, good lord). Idek why I do this bc the toilet is so close and it just makes the tidying/leaving dishes issue so much worse bc I can't exactly bring down a fucking bowl of saliva and bile and food mush down to wash in front of my family.

It's always so bad and stupid, I can deal with it but still the mould really (I think understandably) freaks me out and it's just drenched in shame and asjfgkhdgfhj it's not fun and it's my fault entirely. It is interesting to see the different types of food mould tho lol, especially when it's purged stuff it reallyy makes mould thrive, delightful.

Anyway fucking I was throwing everything into a bin bag and I moved a box that was under my bed bc it had some broken mugs inside it that I hid but wanna try to repair. No big deal, but I see another (whole) mug that was hidden behind the box. Huh that's not good, idk why I hid that but it's almost definitely got mould in it. I put the box down and took a proper look at the mug.

What the fuck. Let me tell you that that thing was housing some godforsaken, unholy, horrifying entity. This absolute creature was like a fucking demon slowly creeping out and growing under my bed over an untold period of time, I'm so glad that it wasn't touching anything except its ceramic home. It had these long, glossy, black hairs all fountaining out and hanging over the edge of the mug. A deeply unsettling fungal wig spilling out, slithering out. Some of the hairs had small beads on them, and they were all growing out of this mysterious greyish mound at the bottom of the mug. Awful. This fungus has come from the deepest depths of hell and risen as a spectre to haunt me for my disordered wrongdoings.

Truly, what the fuck. At 5.30am I sealed its demonic body and soul into that bin bag and snuck through the house, out the back door, and across the gravel and wet grass to banish it into the bin. Thankfully I managed to get back inside into my room without my family waking up. I am relieved but shaken, holy shit lmao.

It's all good now ig and honestly pretty funny overall, quite an experience - typical ED shenanigans. I doubt any of y'all will be bothered to read this wall of text but goddamn, I just needed to write it all out somewhere. Hopefully the writing is alright bc I'm quite sleep deprived. Mental illness is cool. What even are eating disorders lmao, this is horrible. Hello if you read this, I hope it was worth it and not upsettingly nasty.

#tw ana shit #tw ed #edblr #ftm ana #ftm ed #male ed #trans ana #enby ana #nb ana #ana boy

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allaboutnayeli · 10 months ago

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nights like this [i.engen x reader]

prompt: you love her, you hate her. ingrid is the love of your life and also the one ruining it.

author notes: this is my second try at like anything angsty so give me some mercy please while reading. also this is in a different style than i usually write in so like ntm. anyways hope y'all like it! P.S check the bottom of the fic for a surprise.

warnings: cheating, toxic situationship, needs therapy!ingrid, lying, guilt tripping and more. pure angst 🤗

masterlist with the other two parts

YOU ACT LIKE YOU NEED REMINDIN'

TRYA DO IT OVER, BRING IT BACK, AND

REWIND IT

BUT ALL THAT GLITTER ISN'T GOLD,

I WAS BLINDED

SHOULD HAVE NEVER GAVE YOU

MY HEART ON CONSIGNMENT

you hate ingrid's smile. every time you see it, you want to just turn around and leave wherever you are. it's unfortunate that you both play for barcelona because otherwise you wouldn't be around her nearly 24/7. at hangouts with the team, at practice, at games, and when traveling for other team activities. it makes you sick to your stomach when she looks over at you and smile. the way it's always so bright makes you partially irritated and partially happy. then you get even more irritated because how can she smile so happily? after doing what she did? god, her smile makes you sick.

it didn't use to though. in a past version of you that smile would have you smiling as well. maybe even a few butterflies would fly around in your stomach. that smile would have you pulling her down into a soft kiss. of course only in the privacy of her apartment or yours. never out in public because imagine how that would look like if you were by her side. even the good memories are tarnished by her unwillingness to just take a risk; put her fears aside and take a chance to see what would happen if people knew.

you didn't understand how she could just throw everything away when you were willing to take the criticism. all the eyes being on you two was alright as long as it meant being with her.

you didn't understand why she couldn't do it. just say it out loud to the rest of the world that she wants you, loves you, needs you. but no she has to play games. get up and leave whenever she felt like it because at the end of the day, she couldn't do it.

you didn't understand why she couldn't but maybe you would if she would just speak her mind. instead of hiding behind vague texts and nonchalant phone calls that always ended in you hanging up on her. the only thing stopping you from blocking her number was the delusional thought that she might come to her senses one of these days. take that first step and text you first about her feelings instead of you having to fight to pull them out of her.

so you have full justification to get irritated when she decides to go around and act all happy in front of so many people. acting unbothered while you have to pick up the pieces of your heart all alone because you can't even confine in any of your friends since she wants whatever you two had to be private, hidden, forgotten. you should had seen this coming when you had said you loved her for the first time and fear shined in her eyes as she pulled away from you. suddenly claiming she needed to go attend to something at her apartment. the moment ingird feels any type of emotion that even resembles being afraid she runs. it's a horrible habit you have tried to convince her to go to therapy and break, but again she runs away. leaving behind just a few texts and half assed attempts to apologize.

her smile used to be like a star to you; priceless. and just like a star, it had blinded you. now you're stuck having to deal with the aftermath as she kept smiling that blinding smile to everyone else.

AND I CAN'T BELIEVE THE

LIES THAT I WENT FOR

THOUGHT YOU WAS MINES, BUT

YOU DECIDED TO BE WITH HIM THOUGH

YOU TOOK MY FEELINGS AND JUST THREW

'EM OUT THE WINDOW

FEEL LIKE IT'S TOO HARD

TO FALL IN LOVE AGAIN, NO

"i'll change, baby. just let me come over and prove myself.."

"let me make it all better. you know that i just can't.."

"it's not how it seems, i swear. you're the one i want. not him."

a bunch of lies is what ingrid's mind must be full of with how easy she says them. sometimes you even believe them. emphasis on sometimes. because the only time she dares to lie to you is at night when no one else can hear or walk in on her talking to you on the phone. even when she's doing her typical lying bullshit it has to be hidden because she is doing it to you.

you are starting to believe you are the problem because it seems like she has no issues publicly claiming some other footballer. it was all fine since he's a man. even though she still is whispering into your ear every night through the phone while that man takes your spot in her bed. you would feel special like you're winning some type of contest, but then you remember, oh yeah, this is just glorified cheating. not only is she lying to him, but also to you. the only thing you are beating him in is how much longer she has been lying to you then him.

"he's just a cover up."

"i'll leave him and come back to you."

"you're my true home and you know that."

it pisses you off at how weak you are to her. the moment she even mentioned leaving him, you were ready to start calling her your love again. too bad that didn't last too long as the next thing you see when you wake up is pictures on instagram of ingrid and this quote on quote coverup packing for a vacation. either the fear of being seen as a lesbian has swirled around ingrid's brain and suffocated it or she really is just playing with your heart right now because there is no reason for her to be smiling like a lovesick idiot in half of these photos.

manipulating, lying, gaslighter is her new contact name in your phone. she doesn't even deserve that. her number should just be unsaved, blocked but again the small hope that she might change her ways and come running back to your arms. the thought of her claiming that she would go to therapy and figure herself out haunts your mind every time you try to delete her contract name, so for now it's just a reminder of her true colors.

"are you dating that blonde on your instagram?"

"i thought you wanted me?"

"please don't fall in love with anyone else."

ingrid can do everything under the sun to you, but the moment she believes you're escaping her grasp she just panics. fortunately for her, you weren't going to be moving on any time soon. she has officially ruined you for everyone else. not because you want to be pathetically clinging to a woman who can't even say she loves you publicly, but because now you're afraid. that the next woman you let into your heart will be just as unwilling to take chances and show she actually cares. not just in an apartment with just you and her but in front of others too. now you are letting your fears stop you from taking a risk. god, you're slowly becoming like ingrid after dealing with her bullshit for so long.

brings out the worst in you, another red flag to add onto the list.

ON SOME NIGHTS LIKE THIS, SHAWTY,

I CAN'T HELP BUT THINK OF US

I'VE BEEN REMINISCIN', SIPPIN', MISSIN' YA

CAN YOU TELL WHAT'S UP WITH ALL THIS

DISTANT LOVE?

IF I CALLED, WOULD YOU PICK IT UP?

ON SOME NIGHTS LIKE THIS, I JUST

WANT TO TEXT YOU BUT FOR WHAT?

YOU GON' SAY YOU WANT ME, THEN GO

SWITCH IT UP

JUST GON' PLAY WITH MY EMOTIONS

JUST BECAUSE, NO (OH)

another night of sitting alone in your apartment while feeling like nothing. in the past this apartment was full of some type of warmth and love as ingrid was usually here either cuddling with you or cooking or watching tv in your bedroom; anything domestic she did it. that was of course in the past as she had run away from you two's situation a well ago. you have asked her to take you more seriously and actually turn this loving mess of nothing into something; an actual committed relationship but nope. she left your apartment so quickly that day that you almost swear it was an dream. if only it was then you wouldn't be stuck on your couch thinking back on the softer moments with her.

the moments where ingrid would let her walls down for just a minute and show some vulnerability. holding the side of your face with her right hand as you hold her hips in your grip. a warm smile gracing her lips as you two's noses touch. "i missed you over the international break.." she says softly. you smile as you say, "i missed you more." the norwegian pulls you even closer than you two already are. nuzzling her face into your neck as her hand slides down to your waist. "mm.. i never want to leave you," she murmurs into the skin of your neck.

what a bunch of bullshit.

it was almost laughable how easily that lie flew out of her mouth in that moment. you felt like you were going insane. was everything you two had just a lie? a facade from ingrid to get close to you and fuck up your life in some cartoon villain way? you wanted to be rational and use logic. you wanted to remind yourself that no, ingrid probably did mean all those things. she just couldn't commit to them with her actions. but fuck being rational when the other person in the situation was acting irrational.

the yearning to call her just grows and grows as you look at your phone sitting on the coffee table in front of you. she used to be your main source of comfort; well of course she always had to comfort you as she was the one causing, so maybe it wasn't as endearing as you remember.

ingrid is like some parasite who just eats and eats away at your mind. sucking all the energy from you before moving onto the next except she kept coming back and doing it again. over and over and over. it was a stupid circle of love then pain from her.

if you called her, would she even answer? most likely not if she is out with others. one look at your contract name and she would decline. not even let it ring. it wasn't like that would be less cruel, but at least you could be delusional and say she couldn't make it to the phone. instead of the truth which was she didn't want to answer the phone. then an hour later she would text you her typical excuse:

i didn't want anyone to know. i'll make it up to you and we can stay on the phone later when i'm at home.

this would be a lie too because while you're waiting up until the early morning for her contract name to pop up on your phone, she would be enjoying the company of whatever that coverup's name was.

ingrid deserves a liar of the year award with how believable she makes them with her tone. always sounding apologetic and regretful. she knows how her words can impact you. how your emotions still have her as the center of them.

now you hate nights and it's all her fault.

ALL THEM TIMES I PLAYED

THE FOOL FOR YOU

THINKING WE COULD PUT IT BACK

TOGETHER, THOUGHT WE HAD FOREVER

YOU NEVER SEE MY POINT OF VIEW

OUR CONNECTION IS SO SEVERED,

YOU DON'T SHOW NO EFFORT

ingrid isn't supposed to be in your apartment right now. you promised yourself after a night of drinking that you would leave this whole situation alone and move on.. but god how could you? ingrid's standing in your apartment wearing one of your t-shirts she has stolen from you and a pair of your sweatpants that you left at her apartment ages ago.

it was three in the morning when you heard a knock at your door and answered it. thinking it would be one of your friends. what you didn't expect to see is the smile of ingrid as she pulled you close the moment you opened the door. "i'm so sorry, baby" she said. the words made your heart flutter, but your mind irritated. those were the only words she could say after months of being distant and playing around?

still you love her so you pulled her inside and closed the door with your foot. whispering a bunch of "it's okay. let's fix this," as you dragged her towards the couch. you could tell she was crying because of how shaky her voice was. you two settle down on the couch with her sitting on your lap, arms wrapped around your waist as her face nuzzles in your neck.

it takes several minutes for her to pull her face out of your neck and to actually face you. she brings her hands off of your waist and onto your face, holding it. seeing how tear strained her face is makes your heart hurt. if she isn't being genuine right now then you will truly go insane. your hands rub gentle circles underneath her shirt on her lower back.

"i'll fix everything, i swear. we can start over. publicly this time," she says softly. you smile at her as you ask, "promise?"

ingrid nods her head as she nuzzles her face back into your neck, "promise."

promise and lie must be synonyms in ingrid's mind because the next day at practice when all the girls were gathered around talking about whatever and when somehow the conversation got on relationships, you were ready to say you were with ingrid.

"what about you, y/n? anyone special?" alexia says in a teasing tone as she looks at you. the rest of the team waits for your answer. you never mentioned being in a relationship ever so they were overly curious.

"well.." you smile bashfully, "i have been seeing someone lately. me and in-" you couldn't even finish the sentence before ingrid is interrupting you. "isn't this so gossip-y?" she says as she avoids your eyes focusing on her. "i mean like look at the time. we should be getting back to practice anyways, it's a match tomorrow," the norwegian reasons before standing up. the rest of the team find her interruption a bit strange but they guess she has a point. one by one they walk out of the locker room with you being the last one to leave.

what a liar ingrid was.

you feel let down and bitter as you sit in your apartment. wearing the first pieces of clothing you saw on your floor when you walked in and immediately going into your living room to sit on your couch where you questioned your current reality. those feelings of bitterness blew up the moment ingrid texted you. not even a call, but a fucking text.

my love 🩷

i'm sorry for earlier, but you know i just can't. you knew i wasn't ready. i have to take it one step at a time and you're rushing it like do you even care about how i feel?

the audacity of her to even talk about not caring about how someone feels is insane. you change her contact name before even replying. you weren't about to do this tonight.

you

i don't care about how you feel? do you even care about my feelings? the first step to being public is to actually tell people close to us, you know, like our own fucking teammates. half of who are lesbians themselves. what is your problem?

miss lying guilt-tripper

i care so much about your feelings and you know that. why are you taking advantage of the fact that i care? you're the problem

miss lying guilt-tripper

it doesn't matter whether they are lesbians or not, i'm not ready to be that public yet. if you loved me then you would be okay with that and work on it with me.

you

i have tried to work on it with you but i'm not a therapist. that night you promised you would do anything to fix what happened. well therapy is another step.

you

i love you more than anything else in my life so don't even try to pull that card on me.

miss lying guilt-tripper

then act like it, y/n. i'm not ready for therapy yet so why can't you wait for me?

you stare blankly at the text. making the decision to not even reply. knowing deep down that this whole conversation is just leading to a dead end; just like this non-existent relationship.

you leave your phone on the couch as you get up and go shower. wanting to wash away the feelings of the day. then after that, you finally cook something so that you can have some type of food in your stomach. the only attention you give to your phone is when you come back over to the couch to grab a few cups that are in the living room. you can't help yourself as you pick up the device and open up to ingrid and you's text messages.

miss lying guilt-tripper

oh so you can't reply now?

miss lying guilt-tripper

okay, i'm sorry, baby

miss lying guilt-tripper

i was just so scared. i'll fix it. i'll go get therapy. just please reply.

there are several more texts from her. ingrid flips from apologizing to being angry than back to apologizing. it's slightly impressive how easily she can change how she feels. still you didn't answer. just cutting off your phone and going back to cooking.

it was ingrid's turn to go insane while wondering about you.

AND I CAN'T BELIEVE THE

LIES THAT I WENT FOR

THOUGHT YOU WAS MINE, BUT YOU

DECIDED TO BE WITH HIM THOUGH

TOOK MY FEELINGS AND JUST THREW

'EM OUT THE WINDOW

FEEL LIKE IT'S TOO HARD TO

FALL IN LOVE AGAIN, NO

ON SOME NIGHTS LIKE THIS, SHAWTY, I

CAN'T HELP BUT THINK OF US

I'VE BEEN REMINISCIN', SIPPIN', MISSIN' YA

CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT'S WITH ALL

THIS DISTANT LOVE?

IF I CALLED, WOULD YOU PICK IT UP?

ON SOME NIGHTS LIKE THIS, I JUST

WANNA TEXT YOU, BUT FOR WHAT?

YOU GON' SAY YOU WANT ME,

THEN GO SWITCH IT UP

JUST GON' PLAY WITH MY EMOTIONS

JUST BECAUSE, NO (OH)

YOU GON' GET MY HOPES HIGH, GIRL

JUST GON' TELL ME MORE LIES, GIRL

JUST GON' GET MY HOPES HIGH, GIRL

every promise, every i'm sorry, every i'll change was just a lie. everything that ever came out of ingrid's mouth was a lie. even if they weren't at that moment, later on they would turn into one.

you finally accepted that fact as you sat in your apartment, scrolling on her instagram. looking at the new pictures she uploaded of her so called coverup. that man wasn't the cover-up. she may not love him as much as she loves you, but she must respect in some way. respect him enough to show him off and show off how happy they are together.

it's so stupid how long this situation has been going on for. nearly a full year and nothing has changed. you're still stuck in hiding, crying about something ingrid has done to while she was out looking like she was living her best life.

so you took that first step. something ingrid couldn't even do when it came to you two's "relationship."

you blocked her number and her instagram. then you went around your apartment, putting every last thing that reminds you of her into a box.

those fake red roses she got you because you always complained that real roses die too quickly: into the box.

that pair of matching pajamas that she got you for christmas: into the box.

even that golden necklace with you two's initials engraved on it: in the box.

you didn't care about the sentiments they held, what memory was attached to them, or what kind of item they were. if you looked at something and you thought ingrid it had to go.

after all that, the box sits right next to the door. the next day when you leave your apartment and pass by the dumpster, that box gets thrown in there. you would burn it if that didn't look so concerning.

at least you can burn one thing and that's the bridge connecting you to ingrid.

I'VE BEEN WAY TOO GOOD TO YOU,

YOU TAKE ME FOR GRANTED

YOU WAS MY DAY ONE SINCE BACK AT

BIG B'S HOUSE ON ADAMS

FIRST DAY THAT WE MET, I FLAGGED YOU

DOWN, I TOLD YOU, HIT MY LINE

USED TO PROMISE ME YOU'D NEVER

SWITCH ON ME LIKE GEMINI

YOU THINK I'M A FOOL, AIN'T NOBODY STUPID

I SEE ALL THE SIGNS, I SEE ALL THE CLUES

YEAH, SOMETIMES I REMINISCE 'BOUT THAT

SHIT WHEN I'M BINGING

CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S BEEN A

WHOLE YEAR, YEAH, BUT

the first week when ingrid realized you have actually blocked her was pure hell. ingrid was like the apple offered to eve. straight temptation that would only leave to a path of pain.

sunday to saturday. a straight week. seven days. once per day.

ingrid showed up to your door once per day, every day of the week. begging you to open the door and hear her out. to at least unblock her so you two can talk over the phone or even slip a note under the door so you two can have some type of communication. anything. the norwegian was begging for any form of contact.

you fought so bad internally to not get up from your couch and go over to the door. fought so badly to not just swing the door open and pull her into your arms. just when you think you will break, ingrid shows her true colors.

calling you any type of profanity she can think of. saying you gave up on your relationship. that you were selfish and never loved her. even slipping in some sobbing to see if it had any effect.

the only words you allow her to hear from your mouth is, "fuck off."

and every time she leaves right after hearing that.

at practice you didn't pay attention to her. acting as professional as you could. even while you were touching her during exercises, you didn't let it linger for any longer than it had to. of course there wasn't any sobbing or begging happening at the training grounds. ingrid would never allow anyone to even believe that you two had something.

you nearly threw up when you saw her little cover up pick her up from practice one day. you almost felt bad for him. did he know that his girlfriend was at your day everyday begging for you to come out? saying that she's sorry and only wants you? of course he didn't. that fact almost makes you sympathetic for him, but you just can't. internally you still hate him for taking your spot beside her. even though you knew that spot was shaky to begin with. it hardly existed in the first place unless behind closed doors.

but still the bitterness gets to you as you watch her hug him and give him a kiss out in public where anyone could see.

fuck ingrid, fuck her cover-up, and a fuck you to yourself for staying so long.

that's why after only two seasons with barcelona under your belt, you had decided to talk to your agent and transfer somewhere else. somewhere outside of spain where you wouldn't play against ingrid frequently. you wouldn't be able to take seeing her face at matches while trying to heal from the bullshit she put you though. so you went to a league that didn't participate in the champions league; the NWSL.

your transfer to the san diego wave took a while to get figured out, but the moment it did you were gone; out of the country before barcelona could even announce it. saying goodbye to all of your friends and teammates who have become such a big part of your life was hard but it's what had to be done for you to fully move on.

god, you hate ingrid's guts because if you two would have never got together in the first place and if she wasn't so afraid and if you would have left sooner and just about what if's, maybe just maybe you wouldn't have had left barcelona.

that was nearly a year ago and have your feelings changed once out of a environment with her in it?

nope. ingrid engen could go burn in hell for all you care.

ON SOME NIGHTS LIKE THIS, SHAWTY,

I CAN'T HELP BUT THINK OF US

I'VE BEEN REMINISCIN', SIPPIN', MISSIN' YA

(MISSING YA)

CAN YOU TELL ME WHAT'S WITH ALL

THIS DISTANT LOVE? (LOVE)

IF I CALLED, WOULD YOU PICK IT UP?

ON SOME NIGHTS LIKE THIS, I JUST

WANNA TEXT YOU, BUT FOR WHAT?

YOU GON' SAY WANT ME, THEN GO

SWITCH IT UP (SWITCH IT UP)

JUST GON' PLAY WITH MY EMOTIONS

JUST BECAUSE, NO (OH)

YOU JUST GON' GET MY HOPES HIGH, GIRL

JUST GON' TELL ME MORE LIES, GIRL

JUST GON' GET MY HOPES HIGH, GIRL

now it's ingrid's time to sit around her apartment and wonder about you. she knew in her heart why you left, but still it burns. that man she called a cover up so many times is laying in her bedroom sleeping. but all she can think of is you.

every time she kisses, hugs, or even just looks at him she thinks of you.

to the public, he's the apple of her eye. meanwhile in reality you are.

it has been a year and still every night she slips out of bed and goes into her living room. trying to cling to every memory of you two that happened there. her fingers are cramping from how long she has been scrolling on your instagram. you blocked her main account, so she had to make a fake page. she couldn't let a day go by without knowing what's going on in your life.

the norwegian nearly threw up when she saw a pretty brunette on your instagram. kissing your cheek, hugging you, sitting in your lap, all things she used to do to you. and she had to grab a glass of wine after seeing the flirty comments between you and this mystery girl.

did you move on that fast? how? why?

she wanted to think how could you, but she knew she had no right to that. so ingrid hides her feelings in the darkness of the night just like how she did your relationship.

even her sorrow and regret couldn't be public because that would show that there was actually something there and she couldn't have that, could she?

author notes: OKAYYY i hope that was good y'all. im sorta scared to post this, but whatever. anyways do y'all want a part 2 focusing on ingrid and her regretting what happened? click yes or nah on the poll pretty please thank you.

#ingrid engen x reader #ingrid engen #woso x reader #woso fanfics #barcelona femeni #norwnt

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astralflower-writes · 3 years ago

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meltdowns

♡ feat. mark sloan, alex karev and jackson avery

♡ their kid(s) are having a meltdown

♡ warnings: none

♡ check out my grey's anatomy masterlist here

a/n: we missed them being dads on the show so i'm making these scenarios for all of us :"> hope y'all enjoy reading!

mark sloan

mark and his kid were playing legos in the living room, enjoying their own world.

you were away. you went home to your mom having to have a simple mishap on your side of the family.

so they tried their best not to have any problems and cause you more stress.

but of course, mark's progress of having 24 hours with no meltdowns will come to an end. he even made callie and arizona have sofia for the nights you're not home.

of course, he loves his kids. he loves having them both in the same place, but having them both without you will have series of whining and fighting and he can't handle that right now.

and now, the bridge that they were building suddenly collapsed. mark may have removed one block that made it crumble.

but boy, it made your kid have the meltdown he was avoiding.

"dad! what did you do?!" he said looking at mark on the verge of crying.

"i did nothing! i was just fixing this side to make it stronger!"

"you wrecked the bridge!" your kid said standing up and walking out of the apartment.

"where do you think you're going mister?" mark said chasing for his kid.

"i don't want to play with you anymore! i'm going to play with sofia!" he said walking out and slamming the door.

mark followed him across the hall. his kid knocked on the door and callie opened the door for him.

letting himself in and telling callie that she can't let mark in.

"what happened?" callie asked looking at mark.

"we were playing with legos and i might have made it crumble." he answered

"okay. just give him a few minutes and he'll chill out."

"callie, he made it clear he does not want me anymore." this made her laugh.

"oh god mark. that's how kids are. he'll be walking back later and ready to play with you again."

"go back. i'll handle this." callie said ushering mark.

callie: told you.

callie: just had a meltdown. i'll handle this.

you: hahaha thanks! enjoy your date nights when i come back.

mark on the other hand, tried to fix the broken bridge. after half an hour he heard the front door open.

he tried his best not to look.

his son sat beside him by the coffee table and looked at the now somewhat fixed up bridge.

"can we make this cooler?" he said picking at the block pieces scattered.

"do you want me to help you make it cooler?" mark asked.

his kid smiled at him.

"yeah!"

"let's send mom a picture when we finish!" he said picking up a block and putting it on the bridge.

"got it. you're the boss."

happy to say that they made it through the night without anymore meltdowns.

alex karev

to say that alex was having a hard time was an understatement.

you had to be at the hospital for an emergency surgery and they had to stay at home since your eight year old daughter wasn't feeling well.

alex had tried everything he could think of just so she would eat.

he ordered take-outs from her favorite restaurant. brought out the hidden stash of chips, just so she could have something in her stomach.

"i said i don't want to eat anything!"

"well, you have to eat something or i have to bring you in the hospital."

one thing your daughter hates, being brought to the hospital. she says she hates the smell of antiseptics.

so, alex had no choice but to text you.

you, on the other hand is still doing the surgery. one of the nurses told you that your husband texted you.

alex: i need help here

alex: she won't eat. might bring her there later

you: still in surgery

you: don't bring her here. cook some mac and cheese

you: i'll be home in two hours. love you

alex did what you told him to. he cooked the mac and cheese just like he thought the way you did.

he was about to give it to his daughter but she's now sleeping.

he waited for her to be awake until he gave her the food. but when he gave it to her, she started crying and shouting.

"i don't like this!"

"come on sweetie. you really need to eat." alex tried to feed it to her, but she spat his hand away.

"no!"

"mama makes me pour the cheese!"

"i hate you!"

it made alex crack. "ok. that's it. i'm bringing you to the hospital."

carrying your daughter on his back while she struggled, punching alex on his back.

"you need to stay still!"

"no! put me down!"

what they both don't know, you got out of surgery early and heard the whole meltdown from the driveway.

"what is going on here." you said by the door which made the both of them stop and making alex let go of your daughter from his grasp.

"mama!" you daughter called running towards you.

"great. talk to her please." alex said going off up to your shared bedroom.

you took your daughter to the kitchen and made her the mac and cheese the way she wanted.

when she was almost finished. you talked to her.

"i heard your fight with daddy."

she looked down on her plate, shoulders slumped.

"i didn't mean it."

"i know. and i know you're not feeling well today. daddy tried his best today." you said sitting beside her.

"i know. i'm going to say sorry." she said looking at you with sad eyes.

so with that, you helped her get ready for bedtime and sent her into the room where alex was walking back and forth.

"daddy..."

alex looked up and hugged his daughter tightly.

"daddy's sorry for not knowing how you like your mac and cheese." he said patting her back.

"i'm sorry for saying that i hate you. i didn't mean it." she said hugging him back.

after that, it's safe to say that your daughter slept with the both of you and hogged alex all night.

jackson avery

it was a daddy-daughter day. so, jackson had a day planned out for the him and his daughter.

he brought her daughter to the kids' cafe that she has been bugging him to be brought to ever since she saw it when she was going home from kindergarten.

after letting her play for about an hour, jackson decided to bring her to a bookstore to let her pick up some coloring books and crayons.

now, they were done and jackson already paid for the stuff she picked.

"i want to put it in my backpack!" she said jumping up and down reaching for the stuff she bought that jackson was holding.

"okay... where's your bag?" jackson said looking around to see if the bag was around.

her daughter starting to cry. "it was my favorite backpack!"

"let's calm down okay? maybe we left it at the kids's cafe."

"let's go back okay?"

"stop crying alright baby?" he said comforting his child.

carrying his child back to the car and driving back to the cafe only to see that the backpack was not there. this made things worse. she cried. full on tears.

"how about we call mommy. maybe we left it at home." he fished out his phone and quickly dialed your number.

"hello? how's your–" you got cut off

"is her backpack there?" he asked whilst trying to make your daughter to stop crying.

"let me check her room." he waited for your response.

"which backpack is it?"

"her favorite. the one with the unicorn ears and horn." he was getting more nervous. he did not like to see his child crying. especially out in public.

"ah! it's by the door. didn't know you two left it." jackson was relieved from what he heard.

"hear that princess? we left it at home!" you laughed at what he said. "was she crying?"

"yeah. had a meltdown."

"thanks mama!" you heard your child said over the phone.

"enjoy the rest of the day with daddy! love you!"

jackson ended the call and he wiped away the stray tears on her daughter's face.

"how about we go get ice cream and get mama some of her favorite cupcakes?" he asked his little girl who's still sniffing from all the crying.

"okay!"

"i want bubblegum ice cream!" she said now smiling.

"of course. you can get two cups and it'll be our secret."

the both of them had the day on the ice cream shop since her daughter had a hard time picking the flavor for her second cup of ice cream.

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incorrectnessduskwood · 3 years ago

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A/N: Alright, here it is! Part two of the story I posted here (I guess I should come up with a title for it, huh?) There a few hundred words less than the other one but I liked the way it ended and I decided to go with it. I still have ideas to keep it going so let me know if you're interested in it. Hope y'all enjoy it!

Pairing: Jake x MC

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: spoilers for ep. 8 (still), a little jealous!Jake, and you can see some of my own theories there but nothing much

Falling asleep was never something that came easily to Jake; the constant fear and anxiety of being found were always in his head and every little noise outside of his room would startle him awake, no matter how long he had been sleeping. Even when things were relatively safe and he knew there wasn’t anyone after him, sleeping was something Jake rarely did. He would sleep as little as humanly possible and usually only when he couldn’t bear to be awake any longer.

So it was a pleasant surprise when he quickly fell asleep by MC’s side. She had asked him to lay with her so she wouldn’t be alone because she was afraid of having more nightmares and Jake could never deny MC anything if there was the possibility of saying yes. They laid side by side, MC resting her head on his arm, her own over his waist, one leg between his, and her face mostly hidden in his chest. Jake had threaded his fingers through her hair, heard her sigh and relax against him, and she was asleep within minutes. She looked like the most gorgeous person he had ever seen and he was more than content in watching her throughout the night, to just keep her safe.

Still, Jake’s eyelids got heavy half an hour in, his hand tiring and resting on MC’s shoulder just before he finally gave in and let himself fall asleep, not wanting to fight to stay awake one more night.

When he woke up, it was to the smell of coffee and food, two things Jake wasn’t used to. His heart beat fastly as he sat up, looking around the room with wide eyes until he spotted MC sitting on the table with a mug in her hands and her tablet in front of her, and he remembered her showing up there the last night. She only raised one questioning brow, taking a sip from her mug as Jake finally breathed out, allowing himself to relax, and laid back on the bed. He heard MC chuckle and he only waved her off, closing his eyes and placing his arm over them. The bed was soft and still warm and Jake wouldn’t say no to getting some more sleep, even if he felt more rested than he had ever felt in years; he also wanted to bask in the feeling of being relaxed for a while longer.

A few minutes had passed when he felt the bed weigh down by his side and Jake felt MC’s hand in his hair, so he moved his face until her hand cupped his cheek. He took his arm off his face to look at her, smiling when he noticed the soft blush that covered her cheeks and placing one of his hands on her knees, running his fingers in random patterns.

Neither of them said anything for a while and Jake was more than content to just watch her, to memorize the soft lines of her face, the way her hair fell over her eyes, making them slightly darker but all the more beautiful. Her presence still didn’t feel real and Jake was afraid of it all being a dream—even if he wasn’t creative enough to come up with all of that—so he would take all the chances of having the reassurance that she was indeed there, he would take all the touches she deemed him worthy of having, he would enjoy all the looks she would spare him; anything that would allow him to have her as close as possible. He’d be happy to just look at her from across the room, to just know she was there with him and that she was real and safe and—

“Jake?” MC’s voice broke through his concentration and he blinked a few times to focus on her face again, finding a smirk on her lips.

“I’m sorry, MC. You were saying?”

“I just asked if you were hungry,” she answered through chuckles. “I made breakfast with some of the stuff you had in the fridge. I’d guess you’re just as hungry as I was when I woke up.”

Jake smiled, nodding before sitting up again. “Starving, actually. Do I smell coffee, too?”

“Of course you do. What do you think I am, a savage?” she pointed at the coffee pot on the table she was sitting at. “I wasn’t sure how you’d take your coffee and I didn’t try and guess it either.”

MC stood up and offered him one of her hands. Jake took it and let himself be pulled up by her, finding it all the better when she didn’t let go of his hand and walked with him to the table. She sat at the chair she was before, grabbing her mug once again. Jake poured himself some coffee on another mug and slowly sipped it as he watched MC read something on her tablet, her brows furrowing as she went along whatever text she had open. She would sometimes write something on the piece of paper she had by her side, then she would stare at it as she tapped her pen on the table, her lips moving as she reread some sentence or tried to make sense of something.

Jake realized he could stare at her all day, just watch as she did nothing out of the ordinary but still looked like the most amazing person in the whole world. That was until his stomach growled and he realized he actually needed to eat something and that he should get back to work. MC smiled at him when he raised from the table and walked to the kitchen. She had managed to put together some eggs with what seemed melted cheese and tomatoes, and Jake would be lying if he said it didn’t smell amazing. He took the whole pan and a fork with him before walking to his computer and turning it on.

There were a bunch of notifications from the group chat, mostly everyone keeping each other up to speed about how they were doing and that they were okay. MC had answered for both of them without actually saying they were together, but it seemed to be good enough for the rest of the group; she never ceased to amaze him with how well she dealt with people and how quickly and strongly she had managed to earn the trust from the group. Not that it should surprise him so much when he was also between the ones that had started to trust her so easily.

He hadn’t gotten any notifications about his persecutors nor any news about the police. Apparently, they were still investigating Hanson’s house and trying to find anything because, unsurprisingly, everything was gone by the time the police had gotten there. Good thing Jessica thought of taking pictures of everything so they could at least have some kind of proof; Jake wouldn’t be surprised if the police tried to turn it around and blame it all on the group. He opened Thomas’s videocall to try and see if anything stood out, if he could better the image of the kidnapper’s physique or face or anything that could tell them who it was behind the mask.

Sadly, there wasn’t much he could; even his extensive knowledge couldn’t magically unblurry the whole video or get rid of the mask. There were a few things he could take from the writings and pictures on the walls—not everything because it moved too fast—and he could say for sure that the kidnapper was strong and quick. Thomas had a hard time holding him when he yelled for Jessica and the kidnapper ran almost as fast as the two of them. Even if Michael had kept up with taking care of his physique and trained, he still would have a hard time keeping up with Thomas and Jessica.

Staring at the better screenshot he had managed to take from the kidnapper, he called out, “MC? Could you do me a favour?”

There was no answer and Jake turned his head to look at her. MC seemed deeply concentrated on whatever she was writing on the paper, her hand moving quickly and her head moving from the tablet to the paper and back to the tablet. He quietly stood up and made his way to her side, looking over her shoulder at the paper. Her handwriting was messy and things didn’t seem to follow an order Jake knew about, so he had no idea what she was writing. On the tablet, however, she seemed to be going through some police reports and their discoveries from the cloud. The only thing that stood out to him was the name ‘Phil Hawkins’.

Jake sighed, sitting on the chair next to her and placing a hand on top of the paper she was writing. MC pushed his hand enough so she could finish writing whatever she was writing before raising her head to face him, placing the pen on the paper.

“Everything okay, Jake?”

“I called you and you didn’t answer, thought I could take a look at what you were doing.” She dropped her eyes to the tablet and seemed to realize Jake knew she was searching for something about Phil. “What are you looking for, MC?”

“I’m trying to find out what they arrested Phil for and if we have anything that could prove his innocence.” She hesitated for a few seconds, her eyes darting down to her tablet before focusing on him again. “And I actually wanna ask a favour from you. Could you give me access to Phil’s phone?”

“Why?” Jake heaved a heavy sigh out his mouth, pulling his hand closer to him and staring at her. “Why are you so worried about him?”

She closed her eyes for a few seconds, straightening her back before looking back to him. “He trusted me enough to call me for help, Jake. Not a lawyer or his sisters, me. We still don’t know for sure what his connection to Michael is or how much they actually knew each other back then, but I believe him.” MC sighed, running a hand through her hair. “I know you don’t like him and I truly appreciate the fact that you want to protect me, but there’s a reason why you trusted me to help find Hannah.” She turned fully to him, placing a hand over his, her eyes soft and caring. “But you also have to trust my intuition. We both know it’s been right when you weren’t and I truly believe Phil is innocent concerning Hannah and Amy.”

“But you don’t know the whole truth either, MC. How can you be so sure you can trust him and that you won’t be helping a murderer get out of jail?”

MC smiled sadly, her eyes dropping to their hands. “You know, a while ago, when we first started researching about the man without a face, Richy asked me to be careful and not to turn it into a bigger thing than it was and I told him that I’m looking for facts and not monsters, and I am. I won’t get Phil out of jail by my intuition only. I need proof for the police to actually let him go and for me to be right. But I also need to look for the proof, I need to go through everything I can to make sure I’m right and for my conscience to be clean about freeing him. And if we’re going for not knowing the whole truth about something or someone,” she raised her eyes to him and Jake had never seen her look so serious before, “I also don’t know the whole truth about you but that doesn’t stop me from trusting you, does it?”

Jake didn’t have an answer to that and he couldn’t take looking at her eyes and seeing the hurt there. He knew she was right; he was, indeed, hiding things from her and, even if it was to protect her, it didn’t make it any less of a lie or an omission. How could he judge someone about hiding something when he was doing exactly the same, especially to her?

“Hey,” she placed a hand under his chin and raised his head so she could look at him. “I’m not saying it to make you feel bad. I’m sure you have your reasons to be hiding things from me, even if it’s just because of your hero complex, though it doesn’t make it any easier. But I also know everyone in the group is lying about something to me, too, just like you and Phil are. No one is one hundred percent honest all the time and I can’t force anyone to be. It just doesn’t stop me from wanting to help any of them or you. None of them have given me a bad enough reason not to try to help or to trust them. Even Lilly did her best to show she’s trustworthy. I don’t see any reason why it should be any different for Phil, especially if your only excuse is not liking him. As much of a flirt as he can be, it’s not enough for us to just let him rot in prison for a crime he didn’t commit, don’t you think?”

He sighed, nodding against her hand before turning his head to rest it on her palm, her thumb caressing his cheek. “Would you believe me if I said I’m actually feeling slightly guilty of going against proving Phil’s innocence, now?”

She chuckled, leaning in to kiss his forehead. “Have you forgotten who you’re talking to? Of course I believe you.” MC’s fingers trailed over his arm, leaving goosebumps in their trail, her eyes soft as she stared at him. “Will you give me access to Phil’s phone, then?”

“That’s not fair. You know I couldn’t deny you that, MC.”

“I know you can’t but it doesn’t mean I can’t ask nicely. Me proving Phil’s innocent isn’t about choosing between him and you, Jake. Believe me, Phil may be nice and flirty, but he’s not my type. I’d rather keep insisting on this stubborn hacker I know.”

Jake chuckled, placing his hand over MC’s and turning his head so he could kiss her palm. “If he’s as stubborn as you are, I’m sure you’ll have a hard time getting through him.”

“You have no idea.” MC smiled, tilting her head. “Will you do it?”

“Of course I will, on one condition.” She sighed and muttered something Jake couldn’t make out, though he was sure it was something sarcastic. “Promise you won’t put yourself in danger over this. Or in any more danger than you already are. Freeing Phil will never be more important than keeping you safe to me.”

“I promise. I mean, if we’re both careless, who the hell is going to make sure we’re not caught?” Jake laughed and shook his head at her. MC leaned closer to him, their foreheads touching, her other hand sliding up his arm until she placed it on his shoulder. “Jake?” He hummed, not being able to look anywhere but her eyes. “Can I kiss you?”

“Not if I kiss you first.”

But MC was faster in closing the distance between them and Jake got caught in how soft her lips felt under his and in how her hands moved to wrap around his neck and play with his hair. He moved one of his to MC’s waist and the other to her cheek, wanting to pull her as close as he physically could, wanting to share the same space with her, to keep her from moving away from him.

Sadly, his lungs didn’t seem to get the memo and they soon burned and forced him to part from her. When they broke apart, Jake panted a little, letting his forehead rest against hers and keeping his eyes closed. It took a few seconds before MC talked again, “You know, making out with me won’t rid you of hacking into Phil’s phone for me.”

Jake chuckled, opening his eyes to stare at MC, and he thought he had never felt as happy as he did at that moment.

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ichigoromi · 4 years ago

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𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐊-𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐈𝐝𝐨𝐥 | 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

I don't know what went through in my mind when I decided to write this. Sakusa would be pretty jealous but proud of you. Thank you for reading, and I appreciate all the love and support!

I'm posting this just an hour before my final paper, have fun reading!

I hope y'all enjoy this~!

Sakusa Kiyoomi

You and Sakusa have been dating officially for about three years and only went public about a month ago.

While you two were secretly dating, your friends and family never found out.

If you have a long break, you spend time visiting Sakusa then heading back to your family.

Not many people know about it, and you decided to reveal it to your company after many contemplations and before the news outlet get hold of this news.

And you were prepared for it.

Being a k-pop idol and dating it never goes well.

You immediately had to stop your activities, and your fans were in shock since you have been dating for a long time.

Sakusa flew into Seoul to accompany you on your hiatus and to spend his break with you.

Oh, when you went to the airport to fetch him, the numerous news outlet was having a field day.

He was more worried about you since you were receiving a lot more hate than him.

Your members backed you up, and your company (luckily) was absolutely okay with you dating and would take any actions to protect you.

Your fans are divided over the fact that you were dating and had hidden it for quite some time. 70% of them were supportive, while the other 30% are against you dating.

His friends and teammates were all texting him about confirming the dating news, and you were calling your family too.

You wanted to bring him out and explore the places that you wanted to bring him, then you had the best idea.

On a trip to the countryside, there was a small town that you always go to volunteer with your members, you wanted to bring Sakusa there, to kind of escape the city for a while.

The elderly ahjummas and ahjusshis were absolute in love with Sakusa.

At first, you were worried for him since it would be tough, but everyone has been so warm and welcoming to him. Even the town children, who always clings to you, now clings to Sakusa.

"Isn't it refreshing? Coming to the countryside and explore new things?" Now that you two were speaking in Japanese and alone, doing some stargazing.

You sat in his lap, and he wraps his arms around you.

"I thought I would hate it, but they still treated me like family despite me being a foreigner who can't even speak their language." He expressed his thoughts.

"Who knew you would date an idol? Isn't it shocking that the backlash I get? While your fans are glad that you are dating?" He nods and leans his chin on your shoulder.

"You know, you don't have to put up in front of me. I'm your boyfriend, and it's normal for you to lean on me." He whispered to your ears and kisses your cheek.

You were glad that you met him at that one volleyball game and got his number.

"Finally, we both can openly see each other instead of sneaking around. I love this feeling of not needing to hide! Now, you can bring me to meet your family and you can meet mine. It's been three years and about time to host an official meeting." You openly announced and he sat still.

You got up from his lap and he was as still as a statue.

"Omi, why are you so still? I'm just meeting your parents and you are going to meet mine too." You gently shook his shoulders.

"I'm...scared of your father."

After a week in the countryside, you two returned to the city, which was better than before. The news outlets have left you two alone, and you were able to bring him to your different hangout spots.

You two even went to get new clothes since he wants to impress your father.

This time, you two were returning back to Japan together since you were on a hiatus anyways.

The airport that used to be pack with reporters is empty, and only a few fans hanging around to wish you to rest well during your break and come back strong.

Sakusa was fidgeting beside you since he is anxious at the thought of meeting your father and brothers. You were from a military family, and all of your brothers are in the military as well.

"Omi, calm down. Come on, it's just my parents." You comfort him, but he shook his head.

It was rare to see him nervous.

"It's your scary dad and brothers. They are going to come after me for dating their baby." You laughed at his reaction.

This was gold.

"Ah, is my omi really scared? Do you want a kiss to feel better?" You teased him and wraps your arm around his neck to bring him down to your height.

"Yeah, I need a kiss from my baby to calm me down." He leans in closer to your face.

You pull down your mask and his mask and lean in for a kiss. Sakusa leans down and captures your lips in a sweet kiss.

"That works. Can I get another kiss?" He cheekily asked.

"Hmm, since you're cute, you get another kiss." You leaned up and capture his lip into another kiss.

Eh, this was kind of cute. I believe that Omi would be a supportive boyfriend and shows his vulnerable side to you. I hope y'all enjoy this headcanon!

Thank you for reading!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

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boop-le-snoot · 4 years ago

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 29

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Feels like this story is flopping. Is it flopping? Idk. This chapter is 100% plot and it is spooky. Cursed demon box. Helpful Stephen Strange and grumpy Wong. Hovering Bruce and Tony. Loki being a honorary Gen-Z. Found family but make it ✨superheroes✨.

"That's a lot to unpack," Peter stated once I had given him the bare bones report of the situation at hand. "Uh, are you okay?" The boy was obviously upset at my predicament, placing a supportive hand on my shoulder.

"Kinda?" I offered, making space for Wanda and Pietro who decided to join me and Peter, away from the arguing adults. The mission discussion - an absolute disaster - started as soon as Peter had walked in. Evidently experienced in such matters, the boy ignored the bickering and came over to steal me from Bruce's clutches to peacefully finish his egg sandwich in the company of his peers.

"I wanted to ask if I could see your memory of that time," Wanda meekly offered me a piece of candy. I accepted it - sugar sweet sugar, how I love thee so! The witch continued with a smile: "I think it would be helpful to see what we're dealing with, magic-wise."

"Sure," I trusted her. "Just don't scramble what's left of my sanity, please," All of us laughed at my remark as I laid down on the cold floor with my head in Wanda's lap. Her powers felt like small brain zaps, tingles that began at the front of my forehead and ran down into my spine. I followed her instructions and thought about the times I remembered, finding the box, placing it into my closet, the nightmares. I had a mild headache by the time she was done; no grudges against her - Wanda tactfully avoided my private moments and looked only at the ones containing the artifact.

"You've gotten really good," I complimented her with pure adoration.

"Thank you," She blushed, smoothing back my stray hairs. "That stuff is really strong. I don't think you should go near the box," She admitted. "And Doc should take a look at you. You have a residue left. I don't think that's good either."

"Well, fuck," I said in muted resignation.

"Press F to pay respects," Pietro joked in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.

"Your luck is almost as bad as mine," Peter pointed out.

I scoffed. "Well, if I see any spiders around, I'll be sure to stay away in case they happen to be radioactive OsCorp runaways."

All of us laughed. Despite the grim situation, I didn't feel doomed. I was surrounded by friends and my boyfriends and my bestie who happened to be a mythical omnipotent god- welp, once again, I was getting too emotional. Once the adults were done arguing, we could start making sense of this mess and hopefully clean it up before the monster is out of the box.

"Mortals," I heard Loki scoff. The next moment, the Asgardian sat down noisily next to me, pout on full display. "This house is a nightmare."

His expression - or the accidental use of a meme - sent me completely, tension leaving my body via copious amounts of nearly hysterical laughter. Through tears and hiccups, I saw Wanda cackle with me and Peter show the meme in question to Loki, noting that he had been once sent to time-out on top of the fridge by Tony himself. Soon, all of us were laughing, much to the displeasure of the adults.

"Children, what is the issue?" Thor asked, irritated.

"We're just waiting for you to be done with arguing," I spoke before Loki could start bitching about Thor calling him a child. "Then I can show Steve and Loki where exactly have I buried the box so Stephen can take me to the healers and get this thing out of me or whatever," I pointed out the most logical plan of action.

Two long strides and the sorcerer was standing over me, boom-boom-whooshing and generally making very pretty golden patterns to appear and land on top of me. Tony and Bruce anxiously hovered behind him, both of my boys concerned and ready to mother-hen me. Ugh, so disgustingly adorable. Wanda's hand encompassed mine - she was nervous.

Stephen took a solid five-minute silence break before coming to a final conclusion. "Wong can get rid of the residual traces of the artifact's influence," The sorcerer announced curtly. "It's good you got rid of the artifact, a few more months and you would have started slipping into insanity if the magic within it was not released," He explained, slowly reaching out a hand to place it on top of my head. I wasn't sure if it was a gesture meant to bring comfort or another diagnostic test but leaned into the touch nonetheless. "Tell me, did you have any behavioral... Disturbances after...?" He trailed off.

I chewed on my lip, evaluating. "I honestly don't know. I've always been kind of an asshole," Honesty was the best policy. "Nothing seems out of order, sleepwalking aside."

"I see," Strange gave me a tight-lipped smile. "Perhaps, it was your stubborn nature that forbade the artifact from corrupting your mind completely. As evidenced by Captain Rogers, even undesirable character traits bring good into this world now and then."

That seemed a little bit hostile. I frowned, giving a questioning look to a frowning Loki.

"Speaking from experience?" Not the one to hold back upon witnessing first-grade bullshit, I withdrew from Stephen's touch, raising a sarcastic eyebrow.

Surprising everyone, the man laughed soundly, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I most certainly do," Shooting me a positively mischievous wink. I felt like I was missing something.

The room's inhabitants slowly ticked out in pairs and threes, eager to complete their assigned tasks. Loki had insisted on coming along to the sanctum with me, even almost getting up in Stephen's face, but Bruce - out of all people - managed to calm the Asgardian down, and together we convinced him his magic would be considerably more useful during the retrieval of the cursed box. Loki was worried - everyone with a pair of functional eyes could see that the spiky attitude was his way of showing he cared about me, which made my insides briefly turn to mush. I didn't expect him to take the title of my best friend so seriously and I definitely was not complaining.

Tony was the last to leave, jittery and shaky, clutching me like it was his last time seeing me, kissing me hungrily in front of everyone. The joke or two he made were weak ghosts of his usual sharp snark.

"I love you and I'll be back soon," I whispered into his ear, feeling him freeze and his fingertips dig almost painfully into my sides. Louder, I repeated: "Not planning on dying any time soon, y'all gotta chill. Let's go, doc?" I addressed the tall sorcerer who was tactfully pretending to be busy with his smartphone.

Wanda pressed a duffle bag into my hands mouthing "clean clothes" a split second before Stephen opened a portal and with a great deal of curiosity, I stepped through it, eyes immediately drawn to the dimly lit space filled with books and antiques. So many books, so many unusual trinkets. The chandelier that hung over our heads rivaled the ones I'd seen in million-dollar-homes of dad's friends.

"Follow me," Stephen extended an arm in the direction of a smaller door, "Please do not touch anything."

I walked a pace behind him, satisfying my curiosity by looking around like a child in a candy store. The air smelled different in the Sanctum, almost as familiar as Loki's magic but less frosty... Warmer. A dash of red fabric swished from somewhere towards me; I giggled. The Cloak of Levitation liked me - not nearly as much as it liked Peter though - so I brushed my fingertips along the fabric, greeting it quietly. Talking loudly in this building was out of the question. I felt like any moment, a disgruntled librarian would appear to chastise me for making noise.

"Strange," A short Asian man appeared, book in hand and looking none too happy. Guess that's the librarian... "I got your text. The room next to yours is prepared for the ritual," The man I assumed to be Wong gave me a curt nod in the way of greeting, doing a quick 180° and walking us back to a small but tastefully decorated room with a single cot in the middle. It was pleasantly warm, a small fire lit in the fireplace, willowy smoke of incense rising from a few strategically placed sticks.

"The bathroom is that way. I'm afraid you'll have to be fully nude for the procedure," Strange declared apologetically, pointing to a door hidden behind the divide.

I snorted, but of course, the weird voodoo shit would require me to be naked. Not that I was embarrassed or anything but still. Tony would have a field day. Locating a chair, I dumped my duffle bag on it, flying out of my hoodie and sweatpants in record time. My underwear and socks followed, feet unpleasantly chilly despite the carpeted floor. I ran a hand over the faint bruises on my hips, evidence of last night, fondly - either Tony or Stephen had left marks on my body and that was... It was great. I loved it, drugs or not.

I heard someone clear their throat and turned around, nearly cracking up at the way both men suddenly averted their gazes, blush riding high on their cheeks. I snorted: "I'm hot, what else is new?"

Wong shook his head, busying himself with some sort of a book; Stephen lingered, eyes fixated on the very same bruises. His tongue darted out, wetting the plush of his bottom lip, and damn, this wasn't the time to get horny. I shook my head and with that, the sorcerer caught himself too, mutely motioning me to lay down on the cot.

"Whenever you're done eye-fucking each other," Wong piped up sarcastically - wow, I liked this man already. Stephen grumbled something quiet and rude, provoking another snort from me.

I followed their instructions - shortly after the Asian man began reading - or rather singing - something in a language I didn't know, I felt myself fall into a deep sleep. Or, I thought I was falling asleep. At one point, my eyes opened to an empty room, a thin sheet covering my bare body, and a silence that made chills run down my spine.

"Stephen?" I called out. I sounded like I was underwater to my own ears. "Wong?"

I was met with silence so deafening, I had no choice but to sit up and look around. The fire was burning strong in the fireplace, several logs blackened from it as sparks flew. It took a second for me to realize it made no sound - there was no crackling. Something was very wrong, the dread was creeping up on me.

Very familiar dread.

With the sheet firmly wrapped around me, I hopped off the cot, suddenly noticing the drawings on my arms, my legs. I was covered in runes similar to the ones I had seen on the cursed box - and my memories weren't missing. As clear as day, I recalled messing around with the box, debating on opening it, taking it out of my room only to find it back on my desk in the morning, some serious Anabelle shit.

I jumped as the floorboards cracked somewhere in the house. Every logical thought I had, backed up by every horror movie I had ever watched, screamed at me to NOT go towards the creepy noise; like moth to a flame, I was drawn in and couldn't resist the unnatural urge to investigate it. On silent feet, I padded out of the room, desperately trying not to think about the lonely, dark hallways filled with strange ancient objects. My steps made no noise.

On the couch, in the main room we'd arrived, sitting lazily, was Tony. I'd recognize his hair anywhere - and the Led Zep tee, old, frayed edges and loose threads. "Tony?" I asked hopefully, trying to make sense of this...

He turned around.

It wasn't Tony. Whatever it was, it wore Tony's face, it held his brown eyes and crow's feet around them - it wasn't him. Wrong, like the lack of sound in this place, misplaced and unnatural. The doe browns didn't sparkle, lifeless, dull color of dried mud. As much as I wanted to go and bury my face in his chest, my limbs filled with lead, my whole body screaming "DANGER".

The impostor kept quiet which only solidified my suspicions. Real Tony would be running his mouth already, poking fun at my impression of a sheet ghost.

"Princess?" The... Thing asked in Tony's voice, but it fell flat and monotone.

"Whatever you are, you sure as Hell ain't Tony," I stated firmly, hoping for some answers. "What the fuck?"

Not-Tony's face changed, familiar features twisting into something sinister, the malice making me sick to my stomach. The creature stood up, causing my feet to take an involuntary step back as he advanced slowly.

"You have no choice but to submit," The Thing replied calmly. "You're not getting out of here. Not even your little Asgardian pet god can save you," Its tone was absolutely flat. I would have thought the thing was a robot if not for the obvious involvement of magic in this situation. Its words filled me with dread as thick as molten lava; unfortunately for the creature, unlocking my memories gave me enough rational balance to be acutely aware of it and therefore, able to fight it.

I could fight it. I didn't know how exactly, but I could resist it. "That's a really bold thing to say for something that... What even are you? Magical STD?" As my brain desperately focused on finding a solution to a problem I didn't know all the details of, my mouth had a mind of its own.

The creature growled, a far more primal noise than a human could make. "You don't know what you're up against, child. I am one for we are many," Suddenly, the room was filled with shadows as if someone had turned off all the lights and cranked up the moon to be the brightest it ever was. The shadows moved, oozed, motion sinister without any light to back it up.

I had no choice but to pucker up. Nobody was coming to rescue me; in fact, I always have taken pride in being a self-saving princess. Damsel in distress wasn't really my style. The hunch in my shoulders disappeared, giving way to a stubborn and stiff expectation of the upcoming altercation, hands bailed in fists.

"I mean, like Legion the demon from the Bible?" I recalled what little I knew from Wikipedia. "I mean, I'm agnostic myself, but if you feel like identifying with that, you should probably see a therapist."

The entity growled, shadows gathering around it like fabric on a string, and lunged. Paralyzed by sudden blinding, deafening fear, I turned tail and ran.

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karasunology · 4 years ago

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⸙ ˚₊ ➷ SUNA RINTAROU & KITA SHINSUKE AS YOUR OLDER BROTHER HEADCANONS ! ❞

╰─ ─ ﾟheadcanons of suna & kita of how it would be like if they were your older brothers.

✐ . . . BIG BROTHER HEADCANONS.

[ OIKAWA TOORU & KAGEYAMA TOBIO VERSION. ] [ MIYA TWINS & BOKUTO KOUTARO VERSION. ]

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ suna rintarou & kita shinsuke <3

[ trigger warnings ━ slight manga spoilers !! ]

-ˏˋ ✉️ REQUESTS ARE ALWAYS OPEN.

⇣ please read the RULES before requesting.

SUNA RINTAROU.

➜ suna would your quiet older brother that's very caring for you

➜ nAH I'M KIDDING SHSJZ LMAOOO

➜ THIS BOY MAY SEEM QUIET BUT PHEWW

➜ DAMN IS HE NOISY IN TEXT & ON UNGODLY HOURS

➜ let me explain

➜ suna is the type of person that may seem quiet but could honestly be as chaotic as he can be

➜ good chaotic? or evil chaotic?

➜ you decide for yourself

➜ and that's when he's just a normal person to any other normal person

➜ but you're his younger sibling

➜ y'know, the one he sees everyday

➜ willingly or not HSJSNNXC

➜ yeah he'll be quiet sure but if YOU ever join into the mix

➜ fox boi is thriving quietly while your parents are just so done with you guys

➜ i headcanon that he's the type to fall asleep in day time

➜ but when it's night where h's supposed to be sleeping, homeboy is anything but sleeping

➜ he'll have a hard time sleeping and honestly you're probably also in the same situation as him because wow, sibling goals😍❇✨🗽

➜ and if you ARE in the same situation as him, and you'd get a random message from him at the most UNGODLIEST TIMES to go to a 24 hours open mcdonalds fast-food,

➜ who were you to object??

➜ like y'all's parents would wake up to go to work or something and would when they check the family gc, suna sent a pic of you falling asleep on a mcdonalds playground

➜ would paniK LMAOOO

➜ but before they pull your drowsy ass back, they'd check your guys' rooms and in the midst of checking they'd find you guys sleeping on the living room sofa

➜ woke up the next day in the floor because suna unconciously pushed you from the sofa y'all were sharing but you had a blanket placed on top of you while he was ShiVERING to death

➜ expect cursed videos or weird snapchat stories of you guys either saved privately or drunkenly high posted for the whole world to see😗😍

➜ y'all have the most random conversation at 3 am in imessage but y'all still forgot you sent those

➜ the type to message you a meme he finds funny while his drowssiness is taking a toll on him

➜ the type to message you while he's in the same room as you

➜ like especially if there are guests around & he hates socializing & just doesn't have the energy to talk to them

➜ fights were uncommon, and if it ever happens oH my

➜ he'll give you a cold shoulder because he's THAT petty b itch💅👊

➜ but he's probably the first to apologize because you are probably also a petty bi tch 💅👊

➜ b i c t h

➜ he's honestly a great listener 10/10 would recommend

➜ he may not be the best at advices, but atleast he's good at listening

➜ would a HUNDERED ( 100 ) PERCENT % dump the chores ordered for him to do TO YOU

➜ and would definitly use the excuse

“ because i'm older than you ”

➜ in conclusion, suna may be a lazy bicth but he'd be an . . . entertaining brother to say the least & never fails to take the role as an older sibling through hidden and small ways.

KITA SHINSUKE.

➜ the silent but active older brother

➜ the type of older brother that may not seem he cares about you but he actually does

➜ like a l o t

➜ like that one chapter in the manga where kita may sound like a judgemental douche but actually cares about atsumu and gave him a note to take care of himself or something? with cough drops, pickled plums, lemon water etc.

➜ ugh i live for that

➜ anywh0res, that chapter?? yeah, you experienced alot of those

➜ you have gotten used to his attitude ever since you guys were young

➜ one time, when you guys were young, you scraped your knee and kita may seem like he's lowkey judging you but he was actually so worried

“ see? that's what happens when you're too clumsy ”

➜ yet proceeds to kneel next to you & would piggyback you while saying that you should lay off desert becausr you were getting heavy

➜ THE DIFFERENCE WITH HIM AND BOKUTO THO FGFDJJKDR

➜ and one time when you overworked yourself because of your studies to the point you got sick, kita was the one that was taking care of you

➜ your temperature? taken AND recorded by him. your porriage? made by him. if you got worse, he would make an appointment with a doctor. appointment? scheduled and made by him.

➜ and that's on periodt😋

➜ would scold you and use judgmental tones BUT would be so caring towards you ahHh

➜ and if it wasn't that bad but you still had to stay home the next day, but it was a school day so that means volleyball practice for kita

➜ and y'all probably argued about something that morning and he left while you were still sulking about your fight and when you entered the kitchen you would find a bag of your favourite foods, those cooled things you put on your forehead to bring the heat down, & medicines.

➜ and in the table was your porriaged cooked and served with a note on the side which says :

please take care of yourself more, i'll be home after practice like usual.

love, kita-nii.

➜ UGH YOUR HAND IN MARRAIGE SIRRRR

➜ and when bb boy went home you apologized about your fight that morning and he'd be so shocked because you don't usually say sorry first whenever you guys fight

➜ would tell you stories of what happened at practice that day simce you weren't there

➜ speaking of that, you would wait around the volleyball club and would be their unofficial manager

➜ why? because kita made you since he would ALWAYS walk you home with him and maybe some of his team mates that lives near you guys

➜ like he ain't reporting a missing teenager anytime soon

➜ already has a lot of things to handle so he would appreciate that you would get kidnapped on a different day? yeah, thx💋

➜ would garden with you because i headcanon that he really loves and has a passion for gardening & probably has his own little vegetables growing in the side awe

➜ would 100% help you do your chores

➜ and with anything you need honestly

➜ ugh we stan

➜ and if you ever awknowledge everything he has done for you and would let him know that you awknowledge him & that you REALLY APPRECIATE HIM AS YOU SHOULDDD💅😩✋

➜ he'd probably cry on the spot ngl

➜ i'm joking, but y'all would probably be so soft at that moment that he just offered you to watch those old childhood movies you guys used to love to watch

➜ in conclusion, i love this mans so much and that you should too. even if he may seem judgemental & a douche but trust me when i say he cares ALOT about you but he just shows it subtly. and he deserves a lot of love as well because you don't know how much has he taken care of you ever since you guys were kids.

-ˏˋ playing soleil's tape ˊˎ-

[ 📼 ] . . . another big brother headcanon?? y'all eating tHAT SHI T UP. but honestly, me too. also, another one of bokuto's sister x akaashi one will be posted either tonight, or tomorrow as per an anon's request. ugh we love a productive sister. @ to the anon who requested this, hope you enjoyed it because i totally did while my crusty eyes tries to stay awake last nighy writing this👑

requests are open or just send me anything because i need hooman interactions rn😋✌

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sweetestlamb · 4 years ago

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Stronger Part 3 (Unbreak my Heart)

Summary: Gang-tae finally gets a reality check.

Author's note: Slightly tipsy as I wrote this, life has been very busy but I have plans to write a naughty Search:WWW fic so I wanted to get this out first. The next chapters will be the climaxes and y'all can let me know if you want smut in this series, or if you like it nice and wholesome. 🙃🙃🙃🙃 But no worries the smut would come muchhhhh later.

Mang-tae lays limp on the night frosted ground, gleaming button eyes peering up at him in judgement. With a deep rooted sigh he bends over to retrieve the doll, pocketing it before turning from the empty spot she no longer resides.

The happiness that bubbled up at her unforeseen appearance has twisted and crystallized into a rancid pool of disappointment and melancholy at her just as sudden disappearance.

He doesn't understand.

Opening up had been difficult, the most challenging obstacle he'd faced in their.... predicament. She'd been poking and prodding for as long as he'd know her, enticing him to crawl out of his self imposed prison, until he broke. Unleashed all his pain and misery on her like torrential showers thundering from the heavens. Voicing hidden horrors and his not so hidden desires, he'd tried to subdue his feelings but as always she made him act out of character.

The thought of that mad woman harming her made his skin boil with heated anger, so much so that all he could do was kiss her back to life; his grim thoughts had painted morbid tales of her demise and seeing her there on the staircase, painfully gorgeous had been so heart shattering he almost wept.

But somehow that hadn't been enough. His secrets and his scars weren't enough for her, she'd seen the real him and taken his advice to get lost. She wasn't supposed to listen to him, she never had before.

"Geesh what was that about? She looked like a witch out here! Did you two have fight? Why didn't she try to kidnap you and take you home?" Jae-su's bewildered voice cracks through the thumping of his heart, weighty in his chest.

He fumbles to think of an answer. He's at a loss, maybe he was the one who wouldn't understand her for a hundred years.

"I... don't... It's nothing. We're fine. Let's go inside." His friend scoffs, condescending eyes calling him a liar but he ignores them, running away instead.

At least he still has Sang-tae.

"I can't. I'm busy." His brother carelessly rejects his offer to hang out and watch cartoons, stuffing pencils and a notepad into the satchel slung across his body. Fidgeting as he fixes his hair in the mirror, visibly excited about his events for the day. He tries not to be jealous that he isn't a part of those plans.

He fails.

"Where are you going? Can't I come?" He pleads, staring up at his older brother with wide beckoning eyes.

Sang-tae stares back nonplussed, "You're not as cute at the alley cat, that won't convince me. That isn't convincing at all Gang-tae."

With a groan he rolls on the bed roll, before clambering onto his feet. Pulling out his phone he sends Jae-su a text, Do you want to hang out? He freezes as his eyes unknowingly land on her messages underneath, tricks to get him back in the castle and teasing selfies that he had saved once he received them.

He'd composed many messages to her before his thumb destroyed them with systemic viciousness, leaving no letter untouched. There was still a minuscule part of him that envisioned her coming back of her own volition. She always came back, boomeranging back into his life every time he attempted to flick her out. It was a law of his universe.

Yet it had been days since their last interaction and he'd heard nothing from her, no calls or messages, simply radio silence. He was beginning to become worried.

The honk of a car snaps him from his thoughts as Sang-tae perks up at the alarming sound, happily flailing before running out the doors.

He follows blindly, stopping in the doorway gazing down at her familiar car, instinctively he grabs Sang-tae's arm hindering his movement and escape.

"Where are you going?" He asks stupidly as if he can't see what is so painfully obvious.

Sang-tae looks at him with a look that mirrors his own thoughts, "My bestie invited me to a book conference, I'm going as her illustrator. We're going as partners, it's too to make connections she said. I'll be gone all day."

He can't hear Sang-tae's excited spiel over the blood rushing to his face, she hadn't contacted him at all but clearly was still conversing with his brother. Why was she only upset with him? Annoyance and jealousy ebb in equal waves in his blood line.

"Hyung don't you think that's too much? I thought you weren't talking to her right now." He instigates, feeling petty about being the one left out.

"I was but I forgave her, sometimes best friends fight but she apologized so I forgave her. She's going to be a better best friend now."

Sang-tae speaks calmly and certainly, pulling away from his firm grip and skipping down the stairs before hopping into the car.

Finally he allows his eyes to land on the window, readily expecting her answering gaze, eager to lock eyes with her and get lost in time with her.

Her smile is blinding and tender, eyes soft crescents.

But they aren't on him, they are locked instead on Sang-tae. Cloying possessiveness curls around his control and without any acknowledgement of him, they're gone in smoke and the smell of burnt rubber.

He gets drunk, disgustingly so, sloshing the liquid on his sleeves as he loses his balance and almost pitches off the table.

He'd bitten the bullet and finally sent her a message, readying for her to call and for them to fight their way back into their... predicament.

Instead he'd gotten a taste of his own medicine, it was poignantly bitter. It hadn't even been read. He wasn't sure if that made it better or worse.

"I told her everything, things I never even told you! But she's ignoring me, why? Why would she do that?"

Jae-su's eyes are huge as he rambles on, snatching a shot of soju from his hand before he can slam it back, he whines making grabby hands.

"Why did you get so drunk? You said that you only wanted to have a few drinks." Jae-su sighs exasperated, falling back onto the table folding his arms behind his head.

"Jae-su, what did I do wrong? Why won't she answer my messages? I stopped running, I let her catch m--"

"Yah!" They both jump from the volume of the scream, Gang-tae almost falling to the ground in his shock.

Sang-in's rage filled face swims in his vision, intoxication stuttering his movement.

"You think you did her any favors? You think meeting you did her any good? Do you know what she was like after you left her that day? She cried everyday. You broke her. You made her come back to this wretched place, do you know what that castle means to her? You're a selfish prick. Did you even say sorry to her for everything you've done to her?" Sang-in's spit showers his face in a wet splash, a feeling of deja vu overwhelming him.

He blinks back, dazed.

Jae-su shakes himself from his trance, jumping to his defense, "What's your problem? Of course he apologized to her! What are you accusing my best friend of?" He points his finger into the manager's face as they slap and hit each other.

That day. His blood runs cold, remembering his cruel words, berating and belittling her all because he couldn't deal with his feelings for her. Couldn't be honest with his brother or himself.

One time event.

Her tears salty like the sea water that crashed at their feet.

Realization drops on him like a dead weight, severing his air flow.

Did you even apologize?

Did you even say sorry?

He racks his brain scouring his memory desperately, that conversation playing out in his mind like a movie, scene by scene.

Telling her about Sang-tae and his trauma, the effects that had on him and the way he was allowed to live life, inviting her to join this life, be with them.

And, I, need you.

All about him.

He hadn't asked her if she was okay after being targeted by a patient, her skin pale as he ascended the stairs to wrap her in a hug. Her voice was not a part of the conversation, he'd said let's talk but in all honesty he had been the only one to talk.

About his pain.

His suffering.

All about him.

Gosh.

"I'm an asshole." He whispers aloud finally, finally understanding.

Sang-in and Jae-su both pause at his soft declaration, hands tangled from their scuffle.

"You are. But somehow you got the bitch and the nice girl. You don't deserve either."

He has never felt smaller in his life.

Why are you mad?

Stop acting up.

Those had been his messages, the only messages he'd sent to her, nothing but shameful regret fills his veins now, he hadn't done nearly enough. Not by a long shot.

He'd woken up the next day with a killer hangover and a sour taste in his mouth, wanting the ground to swallow him up. He wasn't that lucky.

He'd called her, one, two, three, many times. Each time going to voice mail, testament to her avoiding him.

Mun-yeong. Please.

I need to talk to you.

He'd lost track of the amount of times he'd looked at his phone hopefully, only to be crestfallen when it wasn't her. If this was anything like she felt when he ignored his messages he would never do that again. That coupled with Sang-in's snarky comments and withering glares made him want to pull his hair out.

The castle looms over him as he hesitates at the gate, before pushing it open with a loud creak.

His knocks boom on the hollow wood of the door, pounding as hard as his heart. The castle is silent, he pounds once more.

"Mun-yeong! Ko Mun-Yeong, please open up! I need to talk to you." He hangs his head, hand sliding down the smooth wood.

The silence is deafening.

"Please, Mun-yeong. I'm.... sorry."

He falls to the steps, the strength disappearing from his bones.

"Get up. Stop making such a scene, this was always the outcome. Only I can take care of her."

He twists his head around, eyes too tired to form a true glare but the intent there.

"Where is she?" He demands, fury and shame emboldening him.

Sang-in scoffs at him, walking away after peering through the windows.

He feels his eyes prickle from his emotions overtaking him, life without her was like going from high definition to black and white, his life was lack luster and empty.

"Wait." He begs, tears caressing his cheeks, "Please, where is she? I have to make this right."

Sang-in pauses on the last step, hesitation evident in the sharp angle of his shoulders before he starts walking again, leaving him shattered on the ground.

Sang-in stops at his car, steel eyes as he looks at him with pity, "Maybe it's your turn to start chasing."

The truth can be humbling.

#it's okay to not be okay #it's okay to not be okay fanfiction #psycho but it's okay #ko mun yeong #moon gang tae #kim soo hyun #seo ye ji #long live IOTNBO #More groveling on the way #MY pov next

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bby-ahgastay · 5 years ago

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Smoking Buddies (pt.2/?) - H.J.S.

a/n: this is pretty long ig huh. sorry it took so long, i had like three different versions for a second and it took a while to actually end up with this. anyways, can y'all tell i've been in a very soft mood lately? this might be fluffier than you guys (or i) expected but i miss my crush and i just want to hug him again, so i showed it through this i guess :(. hope you enjoy it thank you for reading!

member: han jisung (stray kids)

summary: after a heated make out session right behind chan and changbin you and jisung go back to his apartment for soft and sorta sleepy sex.

word count: 3.5k

(1) / (2) / (3)

warnings: mentions of smoking weed, oral (female receiving), soft cuddly sex.

when jisung and you arrive at his place he doesn't hesitate to push you against the door as soon as it closes. he still manages to be so gentle with you, staring lovingly into your eyes. the two of you have come down from your highs considerably by now, a sleepy feeling beginning to come over you both.

"god, i'm so happy this is actually happening... i can't wait to get to know every part of you," the words are mumbled and make your face heat up. he moves down to kiss you, slow and passionate. his lips move over yours tenderly, everything slowing down around you as you fall further and further into just him.

as you lose yourself in his touch it's hard for you to remember the point in time you would go back your dorm and see your roommate still up, waiting up for you to get home from hanging out with changbin, han, and chan. this was when you had started getting more comfortable around the boys and were just starting to spend more and more time with them.

ryujin always knew when you'd be coming home late and had no doubt that you would be ready to go on about jisung. so she waited up to let you talk to her about him, knowing you needed someone for that. and one time she told you that, too.

"start coming home earlier, y/n-yah! i miss that extra two hours of sleep!"

"hey, no one said you have to wait for me! i have a key, too, you know," you pouted back her. she had given you a dramatic eye roll and sigh in return, deadpanning back to you afterwards.

"you know it's only because i know you're getting a crush on that jinyoung kid, right?"

"jisung, he’s older than us and therefore not a kid, and no i'm not!"

"yes you are, like i'm so sure you are. and i know how much i usually want to talk about my crushes too. so i'm just helping you out, love."

after that night you had stopped talking about him so much. you still thought of him plenty, but no one had to know that. ryujin is still your roommate, and your best friend. you can’t help wondering what she’ll say when you tell her about all this. she's older than you but not even by much, you two were still born in the same year. but something about how she carries herself made her seem so wise and made you feel like her opinion matters a lot for some reason. maybe you could say you'd admired her a little.

when she told you this though, you were definitely a little embarrassed. all three of them flirted with you by then so you had figured that it all meant nothing. and with that decided, you thought han would never like you.

but now his tongue runs over your bottom lip, taking it in his teeth playfully. you look up at him smiling when he pulls away. "i feel so lucky that you’re kissing me right now, sungie... it’s like a dream come true," you giggle, one hand on his bicep and the other combing through the front of his hair tenderly.

his heart flutters at your words for sure, especially with your eyes sparkling up at him like that. he's wanted this for a long time, too. as long as he's known you. he never would have thought that he could actually have you alone and in his arms, letting him kiss and touch you.

there were many nights he would go bother either of his hyungs to talk about you, laying his head in chan's lap or laying on top of changbin’s back. he’d sigh wistfully as he spoke about how you found stupid things funny, and how you seem like a good dresser, and how he thinks you do your makeup nice, and just about anything else he could think of. at first they just thought their hannie was excited to have a new friend, but when they saw it wasn't just that they immediately turned it into a joke.

"you like her! you like our little baby y/n?!" they exclaimed on the day they had cornered him. the two elders were discussing not only how jisung talking about you had started to seem almost constant, but also how he was sounding a bit smitten too.

his denial was what had caused them to start flirting with you in the first place. "if he won't admit it, we'll break him into admitting it," chan and changbin had shared many giggles and many blunts while going over the matter together. after so long they both began to wonder if it was almost a little evil, forcing their younger friend to watch them flirt with the girl they knew he had liked. but hey, it worked right?

jisung knows that he's the lucky one here, he has no doubt about it at all, and hearing you say that you really think otherwise could probably break his heart. but no way would he let you know that you're affecting him like that. not right now.

so to recover from the moment he just shakes his head and kisses you again. he doesn't even have to say anything, his lips on yours speak a thousand words and it's enough for you. then you're both just focused on each other again. his lips are back on your neck in no time, only adding to the seemingly endless collection of hickeys you've gathered from him today.

"fuck, i just remembered how bad i wanted to taste you earlier... come on, baby, let's go to my room," he whispers in your ear, and you feel as if you were in a trance. when you look at him, you see a harsh and demanding demeanor barely hidden behind the sweet facade his eyes hold. just the look he gives you is enough to get you to nod and follow him eagerly to his bedroom.

not that you’d even need any guidance to the room. you’re as familiar with this apartment as you are your own childhood home. and there were definitely many nights you would have to text ryujin that the boys had once again convinced you to stay the night. sometimes the four of you would set up a huge bed of blankets on the floor in the living room, watching movies and smoking and talking until you knew you had to go to sleep. but other times, if maybe one of the boys had something to take care of early or if you had a morning class, you would all agree not to go all out.

so instead you would always end up staying in jisung's room, him just usually the first to offer. the first few times you slept in there he insisted on sleeping on the floor, a fight you were never able to win. then there was eventually a night where he gave up easily, a bad day leaving a strong craving for his bed that night, and being close to you sounded like a huge bonus.

you had let him fall into your arms, soothingly running a hand through his hair as the other rubbed his back. he still thinks about how you sat and listened to him, making soft sounds every once in a while to show you were paying attention. he’s pretty sure that’s the night he realized he loves you. and after that it was no longer weird for you to cuddle and share a bed, something that he was proud of even though it was purely innocent in his mind.

once the door is closed behind you guys, jisung stands in front of you to look down at you with fond eyes. you're both in a daze, the drowsy feeling from coming down mixed with just touching each other leaves your eyelids hooded and chests heaving. one of his thumbs brushed across your bottom lip, his other hand rubbing your hip underneath the baggy sweatshirt.

you can't look anywhere but at him, everything else dulling in comparison to the way his eyes are sparkling even with how the fatigue is beginning to darken the area around them. his hands run across your body on top of the fabric as he moves up to unzip your sweater, pushing it off of you completely and sliding his hands over the skin on your sides. stepping away for a seconds he slides his hands under your tank top to move it up, watching the way your boobs bounce slightly when they’re freed from the thin material.

his hands don't stop wandering your body; groping your ass over your sweatpants, digging his fingers into your hips to drag you against his clothed bulge every once in a while, running up and down your back, brushing against your boobs attentively. the way his touch makes you light up gives you the urge to touch him as well, wanting to feel all of him you can.

your hands go under his shirt and he's nearly amused by the cute little pout you get as you push the material up, your eyes asking him to take it off. thinking about you in the way he's gotten to know you so well, it's really quite funny to think about how needy you're getting for him right now. the only thing that keeps him from laughing is just looking at you. it kills him how you still manage to look so innocent, your small figure staring up at him with your bottom lip out and your eyes wide.

you're glad when he pulls his shirt off, but he doesn't give you much time to enjoy it as he begins pushing your sweatpants down. your panties go down with them, jisung letting you hold his hand while you step out of your shoes and pants.

after you kick the pile aside on the floor his hands are on your hips, guiding you backward towards the edge of his bed. he lowers you onto the foot of the mattress and kneels on the floor in front of you. gazing down at him in excitement, you feel his lips on your thigh already start to make you feel so, so good.

he places his hands on your stomach and gently pushes you back to have you lay back as his kisses inch closer to your heat. you breathe heavier in anticipation, aching for him to touch you. his hands go to your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders so he can get closer to you.

jisung has a hard time taking his eyes off of you laid out for him like this. he's imagined this for a while now, and he couldn't be happier that he's finally going to be the one who gets to please you. he has take a second to appreciate it all, like how you're already breathing so heavily just thinking about him touching you. or how your hands are so naturally resting on your tits, not even realizing yourself gently kneading and pinching at them.

you look more beautiful than he could ever imagine, and having you laid out waiting for him to do something to you has his cock aching in his boxers.

when you first feel his tongue run over your folds a moan falls past your lips before you can even realize it. you blush a little and one hand goes to cover your mouth but jisung just smirks against you.

"no one is home yet, baby, don't worry... let me hear your pretty sounds, okay?" you look down at him, his lips glistening with your juices. you nod slowly as he licks his lips, head falling back when he returns to your core. the way his tongue works on your clit and moves to push inside you has sounds pouring from your mouth, only encouraging him further and further.

you slightly roll your hips up, wanting more. one of his arms falls across your hips to push you down and the other hand goes to push two fingers inside you. you gasp at the feeling, clenching around his digits.

it doesn't take too long, and maybe it is just a little too quick. but with the way it feels to have his long fingers inside of you and his mouth so deliciously attached to your clit, not to mention the drug still amplifying every sensation, you know you're already close. you don't usually cum so quick, but han jisung just knows how to make you feel amazing apparently. how did you not do this sooner?

"oh, fuck, y/n," his head comes up, hair in his eyes as he looks up at your whining figure. "you're gonna cum already, huh? i can fucking feel it with how much you’re clenching around my fingers, baby," he groans, watching his fingers moving in and out of you.

he speeds up and seems to hit that perfect spot every time his fingers are pounding back into you. all that's heard in the room is the sound of his fingers moving in you and his name leaving your mouth repeatedly as you're pushed closer to the edge.

once he ducks his head back down to suck at your bundle of nerves you know that's it, and you're letting out high pitched moans as you come around his fingers.

"you're so hot, i swear," he groans while watching you. his eyes linger a moment on how your walls are gripping around his fingers. you look up at him as he slows down for a moment, meeting his eyes and seeing the cocky glint in them. "and so tight, jesus... if you're this tight around my fingers, i don't even know if you can take my dick, jagiya," you can tell he's half kidding, but a smug expression is stuck on his face as he chuckles a little.

and the joking undertone reminds you for a moment that he's still the same jisung you've gotten to know. the one who has always been there to make you laugh and who you know you'll always be more comfortable around than anyone else in the world. the one who you think you may have come to be in love with.

your thoughts are mushy and way too sweet for the way he looks up at you so sure of himself, the wetness from your pussy still glistening on his lips and chin. he looks hotter than you could ever process, you almost feel flustered. but you don't want him to feel the satisfaction of that fact, so you roll your eyes and look down at him again. "i'm so sure," you tease him. his eyebrows go up a little, fake shock and hurt on his face.

"are you saying you think i'm small?" he gasps, standing up. you crawl further up the bed, sitting near the pillows and shrugging. your eyes don't leave him as he goes to his dresser, pulling open a drawer and taking out a condom. he tugs his pants off to roll it on. you watch and take in every detail you can, noticing one vein that’s especially prominent on the side. well, he's definitely not small.

and then in a second he's hovering over you, eyes still just as confident as he looks up and down your entire body. he's good at playing the whole smug guy character, but you can still see the sweet look behind it all. 'i guess you really are good at hiding it, han jisung,' you think adoringly to yourself, 'but i still know you're just a smushy little shy boy.' it will be a cold day in hell when you don't let him take control over you, though. and you already can tell there's going to be many levels to his dominance all to be explored eventually, an exciting thought for sure.

"well then i'm just gonna have to shut you up," he brings his hand up. you know exactly what to do for him, opening your mouth to take his fingers in and sucking them clean of your own juices. and then he's pushing into you without warning, your mouth falling open as he does. stopping for a moment, his fingers are pulled from your mouth as he looks down at you.

your jaw is taken in one hand to make you look at him, his touch ever so gentle. concern is written over his face, silently asking if you're good. you hum and nod, smiling from the satisfying feeling of him stretching you out. as he rocks into you slowly, sweet kisses are left all over your forehead and cheeks and nose and lips and anywhere else he can reach.

you look up at him as his member drags against your walls delightfully. he really does look sleepy and you're sure you do too, but his fluffy hair and swollen lips make him look so soft and cuddly in the most charming way. his hands pin your hips to the bed, one of yours going to run through his hair and the other going to his cheek.

while the pace is slow, it still feels better than any you've ever had. the fact that the first time you two are having sex is so mushy and loving like this definitely makes it better in your mind, you know it will always be a heartwarming memory no matter what happens between you two.

"sungie, oh my god... shit, you feel so good," you breathe out, head falling back into the pillows. he leaves a kiss on your neck before bringing one hand to lift your head back up, pressing his lips on yours as you clench around him.

he was right before, you really were so tight around his cock and it was driving him crazy. that and the sight of himself moving in and out of your wet pussy had him already close, but no way was he going to miss seeing you cum again.

"you feel good around me too, baby. i guess i did fit, but you are so fucking tight y/n. jesus," he gives an extra hard thrust, forcing a moan from you. you let out a low, pleased hum as he begins pounding into you harder and deeper, your eyes rolling back as he hits unimaginable spots. the smirk never leaves his face as the way you moan his name is almost unintelligible, your words slurred from pleasure and the sluggishness starting to take over. fortunately his dick is more than enough to keep you awake.

one hand goes down to rub circles into your clit, his hips speeding up slightly. him drilling into you just right has you pulling him closer to you to attach your lips again and moaning against him. his other hand is tangled in your long hair, elbow near your head to support himself. you know for a fact that you're still a little stoned, your body is tingling comfortingly and it makes you feel jisung's touches twenty times better. your body is on fire and there's no way to keep you from cumming anymore.

jisung has to pull away from the kiss as you release around him, the feeling triggering his own orgasm and pulling a few throaty moans from him. you both clutch each other tightly, your head buried into his neck as he continues to fuck you, sloppier now, just to work you both through your highs.

you whine a little when he pulls out of you, squirming under him a bit. leaving a kiss on your forehead he stands up to throw away the condom.

you catch your breath and watch him as he moves, getting comfortable by curling up under the blanket with your head peeking out on top of his pillows. just yesterday you'd think it would be impossible you would ever get to do that with jisung. but you're beyond happy you did and not a single fiber of you regrets it.

especially not while you watch how he hurries back over to the bed from the trash can near the door, lifting the covers up and diving in with you. he comes up behind you and hugs you close, nuzzling his head into your bare shoulder. a chuckle falls past your lips as you look back him, mumbling a small 'what.'

"i heard my hyungs in the kitchen, who knows how long they've been back," he cringes at you, his nose scrunching up adorably. your mouth falls open and you shift to face him.

"oh my god!"

"i know..."

"aw, no... do you think maybe they might have not heard anything?" you pout hopefully up at him.

he winces and shakes his head. "ahh, they sounded pretty settled in, like they've been here a while. i'm sure they did hear you moaning my name at some point," his tone is purely playful but you still whine, hitting his chest lightly.

"shut up."

"never."

and neither of you say anything else, his arms pulling you tighter against him. he leaves a small kiss on your nose, then he closes his eyes and settles in more. it's not long before you hear his soft snores. and you know it won't be too much longer before you're out too.

no other time you've been in his arms has been so blissful. any other time has always been borderline painful, your mind never letting you forget how he didn't feel the way you did. you're glad you were wrong. 'i definitely love him' you think to yourself.

you nearly feel overwhelmed with how your heart fills to the brim with love as you stare admiringly up at the peaceful looking boy. stopping yourself from reaching out to squish his cheeks isn't easy, but you manage. instead you bring a hand up to push aside some hair that was falling over his eyes, stroking his cheek lightly after.

being in his arms makes you feel just so completely and absolutely safe. it's so hard to remember that this is real. you stop looking at him and rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes and letting sleep take you.

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a-cutebird · 5 years ago

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i'm fucking tired of people claiming that lxc is a himbo or in any way stupid for siding with jgy for years.

jgy literally never did a single bad thing in front of lxc until the very end?? lxc only ever heard other people claim that jgy did bad shit. and the thing is, he knew (read: saw, with his own two eyes) that the world tended to be unfairly against jgy because of jgy's background - so, being the mediator he was, lxc understandably wanted to give jgy a chance to explain his side every time because he thought that that was only fair.

consider the parts of jgy that lxc personally witnessed:

(untamed only) the young master meng holding his tongue, bowing his head, and, despite everyone around him talking behind his back, laughing about him, not stopping to greet or acknowledge him - despite all this, being impeccably courteous. and, when he's shown the tiniest bit of kindness - truly, what lxc considers the bare fucking minimum amount of decency - young master meng looking so happy, so touched - but immediately lowering his gaze as if he believes that it's not his place to meet the eyes of the great zewu-jun. what humility! what decency! of course lxc would view meng yao as someone kindhearted and good from the moment they meet.

and then, he experiences meng yao's kindness again when young master meng basically singlehandedly saves his ass and helps keep both lxc and the precious gusu lan texts hidden for an entire year.

and then! this young man, who's given lxc an entire year of his life, gives him even more of his time by helping lxc rebuild cloud recesses - and this entire time, lxc has no reason to believe that meng yao has any reason to do this other than out of kindness and the desire to help others.

and then!! there's meng yao the hero, who risked a fate likely worse than death in order to be a spy in the heart of wen territory - and for what?? he owed the cultivation world nothing!! they treated meng yao like shit! and yet he carried out this unfathomably dangerous task without being asked to by anyone and, in lxc's eyes, out of an obligation to nothing more than the greater good.

and THEN!!! lxc watches jgy as chief cultivator, constructing the lookout towers that improved the lives of many people living in remote villages that other sect leaders had never really put significant effort into protecting all that well.

are there rumors about jgy the entire time? yes. does lxc seem like the kind of person who'd pay any attention to rumors?? no!!! especially when they're about a man who he has personally seen do so many great things, and especially when he knows that the world is already biased against jgy from the very beginning.

should he have listened to/believed nmj? yes. but the thing is, he did believe nmj. he believed that nmj was telling the truth about what jgy did; he also believed that jgy was telling the truth - from his perspective. do they sound like bitch ass excuses to the audience? yes. is it because we're the omniscient audience with 20/20 hindsight?? yes!!! it is absolutely consistent with lxc's kind nature to choose the underdog when he's caught between two friends, one who's been kicked and spit on his whole life, and one who he knows is quick to judge and can be a little stubborn. it's not that he didn't trust nmj; it's that he trusted both nmj and jgy, and it made absolute sense for him to do so, given his personality and what he'd seen of jgy up to that point.

lxc is compassionate, empathetic, and thoughtful. he meticulously listens to all sides in an effort to be just and take the middle path. these traits don't make him stupid or dumb. his inaction isn't from a lack of intelligence or from lethargy or airheadedness or whatever other himbo-esque quality folks want to slap on him.

the worst lxc can be accused of is naiveté. and that ain't make him a himbo, y'all!

#mdzs #lan xichen #lxc #meta #ty for coming to my tedtalk #i'm fine w ppl playing him up as a himbo for shits and giggles #but the moment they seriously call him stupid #i wanna shake em by the shoulders #like pls just take a moment to think about this through lxc's perspective #and not through the lens we're given in the novel #which is wwx's #who is an unreliable narrator #who sees shit that lxc never sees w his own two eyes

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ask-your-fav-spiderling · 4 years ago

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Happy birthday, Morgan!!

I know Peter was planning to give you your present himself, but he fought a giant robot yesterday and now I'm not letting him get out of bed until he can breathe without wincing. So I figured I'd get it to you. I also got you a gift of my own.

First, his gift: another book for nerds (affectionate). This book, "Poetry and Science," has been his absolute favorite book since he was like twelve. It's apparently about how science helps to reveal the hidden beauty of the world? I've never read it. But he was pretty confident that you'd like it as much as he does.

*I* got you something a hundred times cooler: a ukelele! I had the idea to get you this while I was listening to the playlist you sent us--it just kinda,, felt right? If that makes any sense. I figured you'd enjoy learning a new, non-superhero skill. And aimlessly strumming a ukelele is a great thing to occupy your hands with whenever you're feeling anxious about the future.

Trust me. I did that a lot at your age.

As always, don't ever hesitate to swing by Peter and I's apartment whenever you need anything--or even for no reason at all. We're always happy to have you around, and we enjoy spoiling you. Have a great birthday!

-Emjay

emjay!!!!

wow, hi!! it is super duper cool to hear from you, although i do wish it was under a bit better circumstances. life really does throw out some inconvenient giant robots sometimes. such a shame :-(

but!! thank you so much for managing to get these to me, i appreciate it a ton!

firstly, tell specs he did a banger job picking out a gift because this sounds so good! i'm hoping i can carve out a bit more time to read, i've been meaning to finish that collection of sci-fi stories he gave me for chanukah too

uhh don't tell specs, but i am actually really bad at reading. i have to have text-to-speech read all my school materials at this point. like, i enjoy it a ton, i just take a really long time! but yeah, all that to say, i'm really looking forward to reading this (there's clearly a reason its pete's favorite and the premise itself interests me a TON), but it will barely be finished by next year at the rate i go hdhsjssj

and!!! your gift!!!!!

it feels like forever since i've played an instrument, wowza. i don't think i've actually played any string instrument before! i played the tuba before "the spider-ening," but that is totally different from a ukulele. i'll have to look up a few tutorials! man, i really have been meaning to pick up a hobby of some kind for a while because, shocker: i don't think only bouncing between school and getting beat up by people is healthy!

it definitely sounds like having it to mess with while thinking about stuff would be nice too! i make it a point not to think about the future, mostly because i end up making myself sad, but if i do? new coping mechanism :-)

i will definitely be swinging by after school, mostly to make sure specs doesn't like. die between now and then. i should knock on wood, but besides that it'd be nice to talk with y'all! well. talk with you and talk at specs. if he responds an organ will explode or something by the sounds of it

anyway! thank y'all both so much!!

#birthday bash :-)#asks n answers #spiderling #( ooc: emjay my beloved <33 )

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bakugouscentedcaramel · 5 years ago

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Ah yes, the time has come.

It's time to get your pen and paper because class is in session!

There's plenty of things I could talk about and I pretty much covered the basics down below, but I'm more than willing to help y'all out with anything specific!

I have to preface that I'm not an English major by any means nor do I have any experience writing professionally, the things listed below are purely based on my opinions and submissions I have received.

Writing is forever a learning process, there really isn't a right way of writing but there are definitely some things that will hinder your readers. Here is a list that I compiled both with my own experiences as well as some user submitted issues when it comes to reading works:

•Big blocks of text

° Typos/wrong word usage

•Using the same words

°Too spaced out/not indented where needed

• Dialogue runs into normal sentences

° Speakers/POVs change without notice

• Inconsistencies, either in general or story inconsistencies

°Lack of description/Too much description

• Bland/Artificial actions/dialogue

° Misuse of punctuation/lack thereof

• Capitalization errors

° Long winded sentences

• Using italics for actions

° Confusing formating

• Changing in Tenses

° Using wrong tags/falsely advertising (ex. Reader x Blank should have Y/N, not an OC/Authors name)

• Author notes/comics/pictures in middle of fic

° "~This is a transition~"

• Forcing a character to be OOC for sake of story

° Filler characters

• Not sticking to a specific genre/jumpy moods

Now don't be intimidated by this list! Some of these are pretty self explanatory so I won't go into a few of them. There are plenty of ways to avoid these and in some cases it is perfectly fine to use any of the above.

Let's start off with the basics!

Sentence structure is the backbone of writing, but it's a very flexible rule. Obviously you have your subject, verb, object and whatnot, but the true art lies in word choice and length.

When it comes to sentences, size does matter. If your sentences are too short they will seem choppy and unfinished, whereas if they are long they will seem winded and unnatural. The biggest tool you can use to find out if a sentence is too short/long is by reading it aloud! If you run out of breath it's too long but if you finish abruptly it's too short.

Word choice is my favorite weapon to work with, I could describe a blue jay as a normal bird or as a mythical animal just by picking the right words!

"The blue jay flew across the field while it sang it's melody."

"A creature with wings made of clouds swooped across the field whilst roaring out a devilish tune."

Word choice can easily convey tone/feeling so it's definitely an important element to writing! If you ever have trouble finding that perfect word try googling for synonyms! Also this website might help you find that one word that you just can't think of!

Grammar is also a very important part of writing. Using the right words and punctuation can be difficult sometimes but there are some easy fixes!

Spelling is an easy fix, if you forgot/don't know how to spell a word consulting a dictionary or Google is a surefire way of solving your problem. You can even find synonyms if you feel like you've used a word too much.

Punctuation on the other can be a big more difficult, however.

Here's a couple of sentences that helped me learn basic punctuation:

A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink then leaves. Commas are a means of sewing two sentences together to form a compound sentence. These are mainly used to list out things and to add fluidity to your works so they don't sound as choppy.

A question mark walks into a bar? Question marks are pretty self explanatory. They either raise a question or form uncertainty.

Two quotation marks "walk" into a bar. Quotations are used for both dialogue and metaphors. I personally love using them for sarcasm!

A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to drink. This one is a tougher one that I personally never learned from any of my classes. A gerund is basically a word that can act as a verb or a noun which would be "drinking". An infinitive is the base of a verb, in this case it's "drink".

The bar was walked into by a passive voice. A passive voice is when you emphasize the action and object of a sentence rather than the subject. You can find that a passive voice tends to use past tense where as an active voice uses present/future tense.

Three intransitives walk into a bar. They sit. They drink. They leave. An intransitive verb is an action verb, expressing a doable activity like arrive, go, lie, sneeze, sit, die, etc.

Some other things that I commonly see are the wrong usages of words. For example:

They: a group of individuals/pronoun "Yeah, they said he'd be here thirty minutes ago."

Their: a possessive pronoun "Leave their stuff alone!'

There: location "What's that over there?"

Then: event/action "Val went to the mall then skittered to the park."

Your: possessive "Your self esteem is lower than the Mariana's Trench!"

You're: a conjunctive "you are"

Affect: caused by actions "The fallen french fry really affected Val's mood."

Effect: caused by events "Climate change has a negative effect on my Cheerios."

Peaked: a summit "Val has peaked at 10:19pm"

Piqued: stimulate interest/curiosity "You have piqued Val's interest by mentioning food."

Do time: "Val is fixin' to do time if she keeps slacking."

Due time: "Val will come with hydration in due time."

Per say: not a thing

Per se: by/in itself "She didn't write this late at night, per se…"

There are different tools you can use to spice up your writings, from metaphors to innuendos, all the way to zeugmas! Let's go over the basic definitions of these bad boys.

Metaphor: a figure of speech that is not literally applicable. "The darkness surrounded us like a shroud." Obviously the darkness can't physically shroud anyone.

Innuendo: a sentence with a hidden meaning "Is that a gator in your pants or are you just happy to see me~"

Zeugma: a sentence containing words that can be used literally and figuratively, like a love child of the two above. "Val and her coupon expired last week." This implies that not only did my Colgate coupon expire, but I died as well.

Paragraphs are a necessity when it comes to writing. Big blocks of text are an eyestrain to readers and it's easy to lose your place, even if it's only 150 words. It's always best to use Tab or at least 5 spaces when indenting. A paragraph should only be 5-7 sentences long, this is so it's not just multiple blocks of text

When to add a new paragraph:

° A new person comes in

• New idea/context

° Setting changes

• New person is speaking

° Time changes

• The "camera" moves

° Tone shifts

• 5-7 sentences has been reached

Paragraphs help you organize your work in a way and they make it easier for your readers' eyes!

POVs are also very important. First person and third person are by far the most common ones so I'll only touch on these two. It's very important to write a story in one strict POV as to not confuse the readers. You can however jump perspectives like Heroes of Olmpyus by Rick Rodian, as long as the ready can easily tell who is telling the story.

First person is a story that is told from first-hand experience. It's the same as if I told y'all the story on how I almost chopped off my thumb in woodshop class back in middle school. First person tends to use a lot of I's and my's

Third person is a story that is told from a narrators' point of view. Such as "Once upon a time" type of stories. I's and my's should only be used in dialogue

Dialogue is probably one of the most important features of any fic/story. Dialogue can push plots forward as well as add life to a character. Here's a simple exchanged:

"Hiya 'Splodey," Val chirped.

Katuski smirked, "M'dumbass."

Dialogue should always come with a pair of quotation marks. Commas and periods generally go inside the quotation marks whereas dashes, colons, and semicolons almost always go outside the quotation marks. Question marks and exclamation marks however can go either inside or outside, it goes by a case by case basis. Always indent whenever a different speaker is talking, running quotes into each other is a no-go because it causes confusion and eyestrain.

You have to be wary of using simple dialogue exchanges though, if they seem off try saying them out loud! Dialogue is one of my favorite things to write because you can weave personality into them, not to mention you can always hear people talking to get a better idea on how to write dialogue.

For example, I have a southern dialect, meaning I sound different than someone from the north! I use words like "y'all", "fixin'", "finna", "ain't" and have a different vocabulary than that of my northern friends. This means that the characters you're portraying should have their own way of speaking! This will not only add flavor to your dialogue but it also adds to their personalities/backgrounds.

Describing things can be just as valuable as dialogue, but it is a bit more complex. Sure we've all heard of the "show, don't tell" rule. Which is a good rule to follow, however too much showing is just as bad as telling. Again, reading out your work is a great way to tell if you're focusing too much on one thing. Another thing to keep in mind is importance, such as do we really need to know that the grass outside was bluegrass? Which in certain situations it would be! For example:

The grass around the disheveled house was brown and straw-like, with the exception of a ring of grass. Bluegrass. Which wasn't even native to this location.

This paints a pretty good spooky picture in the readers' mind and even adds the element suspense by the implied uncertainty.

I've only covered a small portion of writing so if y'all have any questions or need any help feel free to slide into my DMs or send in an ask! I love getting questions about writing and I'm always willing to help a fellow writer!

#valvent #ask val #writing help #writing tips #val explains writing #writblr #im serious y'all send in any questions!#these were just the basics but i can pretty much go in-depth if yall are struggling with something

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