#crazy how a week of no ideas makes you suddenly hate everything that makes you you

[seenoweevil]

Something about a professors ability to take a project so personal and exciting and turn it into the most soulless uninspiring project you’ve ever done

[bbystark]

♡ simon is a bad stalker part 2 ♡

badstalker!simon x reader

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summary: in which you meet your stalker, but not in the way you thought. mdni

a/n: the response on my last fic?? omg?? crazy. this is for @madzzz0797 and everyone else who requested! i love yall.

simon isn't someone to be stunned. the dude has seen some shit, not much has the capacity to knock the air out of his lungs.

except you, of course. "i want to meet you."

what in the actual fuck.

the words rattle around his skull, and he has to actually brace himself against the wall.

there is actually no way. he shouldn't be surprised, really. despite the fact that you didn't even know his name, he knew everything about you.

he knew the reason you started seeing a therapist wasn't because you were afraid of something happening to you, it was the fact that you didn't know what was going to happen.

above all else you really just hated not understanding what the "why's" in life. of course you weren't going to the police. only you would be primarily focused on figuring out why he was doing what he was doing, personal safety aside.

simon has no idea how to respond, so he simply hangs up. he's suddenly overwhelmed by the consequences of his own actions. he hadn't covered his tracks well because he somehow simply missed the severity what he was doing.

to him his motive was simple; he found you to be one of the only good things left in this world and it was only natural that he tries to protect you from the bad.

but then he realized that to you, some strange man was interfering with your life and literally sending personal drivers to your rescue seemingly out of nowhere.

again, simon thinks, he's completely fucked.

he weighs his options, like he has any. so far, you've taken the situation relatively well, and it seems like the only way he could do any type of damage control is to give you what you want.

on the other hand, he wants to run for the hills. to ghost you, essentially. but he knows he can't for the same reason he started this whole thing in the first place.

simon had an undeniable need to keep you safe and close.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

when the line goes dead, you audibly say "what the fuck!?" to no one. he's the one stalking you, and he hangs up? what a dick.

then, as you begin to sober, you realize how much of a fucked up situation you're in. you contemplate calling a friend, spilling your guts about everything. then you realize it's 3am, and you should probably go to bed.

the following week you kind of just... go on as usual. you still feel watched, but for some reason you don't feel it as intensely. you wonder if you spooked your own stalker, and the thought almost makes you giggle.

then you come home one day and you immediately know something is off. your cat doesn't greet you as quickly as usual, (something that started when simon started coming around, he knew how much you worried about the thing being lonely, so he took it upon himself to drop by and give it attention every once in a while).

then you see it, a box of pastry on your kitchen table. you drop your purse on the ground, approaching it like it was an explosive.

a pretty little bow is wrapped around it (simon had seen your pinterest, he doesn't understand the bow obsession, but he knows you would like it)

you open the box, a note taped on the lid. it was your favorite croissants from your favorite bakery, and you shiver a little when you realize the box is still warm.

you snatch the note from the lid, shooing your cat away from sniffing at the croissants.

"i'm sorry. we can meet soon, i promise."

you roll your eyes. you can't believe he's suddenly back with a note and pastries like he's an ex you broke it off with.

and then it sinks in, he said you would meet soon.

almost as if on cue, your home computer chimes.

you pick up your cat, clutching to her like she would be any help in the situation. you open your inbox and pale when you see a blocked email.

you open it, almost dropping your cat when you see that it's a zoom link.

your stalker just sent you a zoom link like you were about to have a business meeting. you click the link before you can change your mind, seeing the little pop up that informs you one person is in the meeting.

there was no way you were about to have a meet and greet over zoom with your fucking stalker.

you immediately close out of the tab and walk away, setting your cat down and laughing at the absurdity of the situation. you laugh like a psycho for a long time, your cat throwing you judgmental looks.

then you stop laughing, and you find yourself sitting in front of your computer with your cursor hovering over the 'join meeting' button.

you check one more time that your camera is turned off and will your shaking hand to click the stupid button.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °

simon watches as you laugh, and it does nothing to help calm his nerves. he silently hopes that you choose not to join the stupid video call because he's not even sure he could get any words out if you did.

the zoom was soap's idea, saying it might take the edge off (and the risk of you calling the cops). simon thought it was stupid but reluctantly agreed at the prospect of being one step closer to you.

he's pulled from his thoughts when the annoying doorbell chime lets him know that you did it, you actually joined the meeting. with your camera off, of course, not that it mattered when simon had your whole place bugged anyway.

his heart stops, he sees you staring at the screen, taking in a scarily large man in a mask and hood. he doesn't know where to put his eyes, much less what to say.

you break the ice for him, "this is way fucking weirder than just meeting you in person."

he wants to laugh, but stays silent, watching as you instinctively lean farther and farther away from your screen.

he watches you for a second before responding. "thought it would be easier like this."

for you or for him, you have no idea. you don't ask about the mask, assuming he just didn't want you to be able to identify him.

"yeah okay. um," he watches your face screw up as you try to find the words.

you settle with a simple "what the fuck?"

you watch him as he shifts in his seat, room dark and giving you no hints as to who he was.

"name's ghost." you scoff.

"i-," he stops and collects his thoughts, "i don' wanna hurt you."

you raise an eyebrow. "then what do you want?" he stays silent.

his silence irritates you, and you spur on. "what's the endgame here, ghost? because it's starting to get real fucking weird, i mean if you're gonna murder me eventually just get it over with because these little acts of kindness are driving me fucking insane."

his callsign coming from your lips sends a thrill through him, and he has to really concentrate to respond.

"...didn't really think about it. just know i want to keep you safe."

you balk at him. you had no idea why you thought he would spill his whole manifesto and confess his every thought to you.

"you know what you're doing is wrong right? being in my apartment, following me around? despite the good things you do for me?"

his entire body warms when you acknowledge the small things he's done for you, he revels in the fact that you know he's taking care of you.

"'spose so." a beat "then why are you doing it?"

he doesn't have an answer for you. "listen, ghost. you're going to meet me in person and you're going to have a lot more answers or else-" you find your voice wavering. "or else i will go to the police."

you don't give him time to respond, you simply end the call and or good measure unplug your computer, like it will somehow distance you from what happened.

you go to your bedroom, sitting on your bed heavily. you were shaking, uncontrollable shivers wracking your body.

you had just dug your grave deeper, in your childish and immature quest to understand you had just given your stalker an open invitation to come to you.

you were so fucked.

[slytherinshua]

FATAL FLAW

genre. rivals to lovers. fluff. warnings. competitive/perfectionist reader. both reader and taesan dance competitively. a little jealousy. not proofread. pairing. taesan x fem!reader. wc. 1.1k. request. requested by anon for #6: "I realized why I couldn't stand you; I can't stop loving you and it's driving me crazy." a/n. this was only supposed to be like 500 words what happened... idk like the dance rival plot just appeared in my head so i was like okay lets go w that USUALLY WRITING FOR TAESAN IS RLY HARD SO IM GLAD THIS FIC WAS KINDA THE OPPOSITE SDJKS net. @onedoornet

Dongmin was your biggest rival in everything. Whether it was in school or at dance competitions, you would always be fighting for who would place first. You had a lot of respect for Dongmin, although your blood boiled whenever you placed second to him. Before he showed up, first place already had your name written on it before you even showed up to competitions. Your title as the ace was in limbo the second the raven haired boy showed his face.

You did well in school to make your parents happy, and were lucky enough to be able to place first without trying too hard. As long as you studied the material, your brain would do the rest. Dance was a different field, though. It was one of the only things that hadn’t come naturally to you as a child. Your parents were proud of you for sticking with something hard, hoping that you’d learn to persevere even when things were tough. When you eventually got to the top of your class in all dance areas as well, your parents were at a standstill. The appearance of Dongmin was celebrated by them, but not by you.

Worst of all, your parents were friends with his, and whether it was studying together or driving to dance class, they made sure your schedules were always intertwined. You saw the boy more than you saw your own friends. It was insufferable. You hated the way he smirked at you whenever he placed first, taunting you with those perfectly shaped eyebrows raising just slightly. You hated how he licked his lips, testing your self composure by making them look so inviting. And you hated his nickname for you; princess.

The week had been unpleasant all around. Dongmin had gone to extra dance classes in the morning, leaving you to get to school on your own. At first you had been excited at the idea— finally getting a break from the boy after months. Now you realized that having him next to you was better than seeing him at a distance. Your eyes couldn’t seem to leave him as you picked at your school lunch, eyeing him down like a hawk from across the cafeteria.

Why in the world was he talking to Minju and smiling? Your chopsticks almost snapped with how harsh you were holding them.

The situation only got worse that evening, as Dongmin had booked a slot at the studio to practice his solo, whereas you were left at home to study for a test which you already knew you would ace. You barely wrote anything in your notes, ending up spacing out instead, your phone open to Dongmin’s chat. You hated how you couldn’t get your mind off of him.

Your brain suddenly clicked, a sudden realization crashing down on you that you had never even considered before. And with your mind racing and impulsivity coursing through your veins, you grabbed your phone and rushed out of the house in the direction of the dance studio.

It was late in the night and only a couple rooms were in use, one of which was studio 8: where you could hear the music blasting for Dongmin’s solo. You didn’t bother knocking before entering the room, immediately catching the attention of a very surprised Dongmin.

“Hey, what are you doing here—“ 

“I need to tell you something.” You said simply. Dongmin gave you a questioning glance, but switched off the music regardless, grabbing a drink of water and a cloth to wipe his sweat. 

“You couldn’t have just told me over text or something?” He asked.

“No, I need to tell you in person.” 

Dongmin crossed his arms, taking a couple steps towards you, “Alright. Go ahead and say it, princess.” 

You took a breath, “I realized why I couldn’t stand you for all those months.” That caught Dongmin’s attention more than you storming into the practice room. He waited for you to continue speaking, eyes glued to your face.

“I can’t stop loving you and it’s driving me crazy.” You completed, daring to look up at his face, watching for his reaction.

You expected disgust or maybe his signature smirk to adorn his face like countless times before. He would probably enjoy having another way to beat you. But instead, shock and slight confusement showed on his face, a twinge of hope behind those ebony eyes. He took a tentative step forward, more hesitant than his previous ones, closing the rest of the distance between you and him. 

“You love me?” He questioned, trying to get his brain to process what you had just said. It was so unbelievable— especially coming from you. Dongmin had tried to get your attention for months. When his efforts only led to you getting mad, he had thought about giving up. But the rivalry kept your attention on him, and he quickly learned to accept that he might not have a chance with you, but he would still give it a valiant effort. 

You were the only girl he had ever crushed on, and he hadn’t anticipated that it would throw him headfirst into a lovesick disease that he couldn’t cure. You were both the poison and the antidote. Every day you plagued his mind, all efforts he tried to erase your pretty face out of his head failing. It was the fact that you were so close yet just out of reach that Dongmin couldn’t handle. He wanted you, needed you, for so many months. And now, finally, you were confessing to him.

“I-it’s stupid. I’ve hated you every single day since you first showed up. But, I can’t get you out of my head. Just get out of my head, please.” You whispered the last part in desperation, suffering from the very same lovesickness that Dongmin had endured for months. 

His eyes softened looking at you, but he shook his head, “I’ve tried for months to get you to think about me. I’m not gonna leave now.” He took hold of your wrist, pulling you forward so your face was mere centimetres away from his. His eyes asked for permission from you, eyeing your lips and eyes until you gave him a slight nod. He didn’t waste a second diving in, finally fulfilling what he had longed for since the first time he met you.

And it didn’t disappoint. The softness of your lips was just as he had imagined, and they fit perfectly with his, as if you were made for him. You— perfect face, perfect dance, perfect grades, perfect everything— had finally found your fatal flaw: falling for your rival. But maybe it wasn’t such a disastrous miscalculation on your part. Maybe you and Dongmin were destined to be from the start.

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[hongthoven]

do not disturb ✘ seonghwa x reader (smut)

one-shot ✦ 3.1k w pairing ✦ seonghwa x fem!reader au ✦ Ateez OT9 (reader as 9th member) tags ✦ smut; established relationship; jealous!hwa; voyeurism ; reader is close with Mingi; bit of angst if you squint summary ✦ while on tour with your band, it's finally time to relax for a couple days in Paradise. At least that was the plan until your boyfriend gets jealous of your sudden proximity with another band member. 18+ only | mdni

notes ✦ this was a request sent to me weeks ago ♡︎

networks ✦ @newworldnet

pls reblog & comment if you like it 𖹭

© hongthoven

You didn’t know how long you had been here. All you knew is that the sun was slowly going down and your entire body felt sore, starting with your back as it hit the wall at a strong, steady pace. 

“Hwa— slow down, they might— hear us” Your words were barely mumbled through heavy pants as you looked up to meet your boyfriend’s gaze, his entire face showing signs of exhaustion mixed with his typical manic stare. There was something in his eyes telling you not to push him too far, although you might have done that already, all prior decisions leading to the moment he had lifted you up from the floor and unexpectedly slammed you against the nearest wall with his lips already feasting on your neck.

“So what? Let them hear you” His voice was cold as stone, like a command, and with the blink of an eye, you knew exactly who “them” truly meant to him. Mingi. Whose room just happened to be next to yours. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t noticed the fuming look on your boyfriend’s face the minute your feet had left the ground only to climb onto Mingi’s back and perch your bikini cladded butt on his shoulders. Actually, anyone could tell Seonghwa genuinely hated the idea of you two paired together, even as a team over a silly beach game Yeosang had suggested, calling it “team building” with a chuckle when it had done nothing but push Seonghwa over the edge of whatever sanity he had left. 

“Now that’s just stupid, someone could get hurt…” Seonghwa stated as soon as he was paired with Wooyoung over rock paper scissors, purposely ignoring the little celebration dance you and Mingi had quickly come up with, as the opposite team.  “Isn’t the whole point of this vacation to actually rest, by the way?” 

“Relax, party pooper! Some of us would like to have fun… now giddy up, beautiful!” Although Mingi meant no arm, his words reached Seonghwa like a bullet right to the head as he struggled to compose himself, his eyes glued to his friend’s hands— painfully gripped to your thighs. If his heart wasn’t beating like crazy already, seeing Mingi’s face comfortably tucked between your legs was his last straw. Everything suddenly turned into a blur as he reluctantly lifted Wooyoung off the ground to help him up. The least he could do now was to make sure this game wouldn’t last long enough for him to spiral into more sinister thoughts— like the devastating eventuality of Mingi feeling your flesh through the thin fabric of your bathing suit. Or you getting worked up over the mere friction of his hair against your slit. Every nasty, fucked-up thoughts he could have were now piling up into his head until he couldn’t think straight any longer. 

“Let’s get this over with” You knew he meant every word literally and judging by the look on his face, Seonghwa wouldn’t hesitate to go hard on his bandmate, even if that meant for you to fall head first into the water in the process. Nothing else mattered but for this nightmare to end and for his visions to stop. Anything seemed like an excuse for him to dive deeper into paranoia— the way your hands were framing Mingi’s face, sometimes to the extent where you had to pull at his hair a little not to fall back, sending him to a darker place and a scenario that definitely involved your fists tearing his brown strands apart while you came from the constant flick of his tongue against your clit. Lucky for him, Seonghwa had been paired with the noisiest member, Wooyoung’s excited yelps coming to the rescue everytime he drifted back into the absolute nonsense of his vivid reveries. 

“Watch out!” Wooyoung’s high-pitched voice was the last thing he heard before everything turned to a sapphire blur as the youngest dragged him along through his fall until they both disappeared under water. Everything seemed so much more peaceful down here, from the muffled sound of voices to the infinite quietness of the Abyss— and for a second, Seonghwa felt suddenly thankful for the short yet unexpected lull of his defeat. 

“Baby, are you alright?” Your voice sounded familiar yet faded from his blocked up ears. Eyes red with salted water, Seonghwa struggled for a while, adjusting to the brightness of the sun as he finally found your gaze, pleased to find his favorite face painted with worry— yet your body still attached to Mingi whose hands were now tightly locked above your knees, keeping you still as you towered over everyone from 6 ft above. 

“C’mon man, don’t be such a sore loser!” Mingi called out as Seonghwa decided to escape without a word, his feet anchored into the sand as he walked back to grab his clothes on his way back towards the hotel. But as all the members were quick to joke about Seonghwa’s tendency to turn into a grumpy mess anytime he failed a game, you couldn’t help but notice the slight difference in your boyfriend’s attitude this time. He wasn’t angry over the game. He was entirely consumed by jealousy. 

Running in the sand wasn’t your best decision, but still an unexpected work-out, especially when Seonghwa’s legs would take a single step when yours needed three to four more, but eventually, you managed to catch up with him, your hand instantly wrapping around his arm.

“Hwa? Is everything okay, baby?” If facing his broad, muscled back wasn’t enough to dismantle you, the look of absolute rage on your boyfriend’s face as he turned around definitely sealed the deal. With his long black hair pushed back, his caramel skin merely sunkissed and a few droplets plummeting over his cheeks like a comforting memory from the Sea, Seonghwa looked absolutely ethereal, making it hard for you to focus on any of the words coming out of his plump lips. 

“Let’s not do this here” He almost commanded, his mind still playing tricks with him as his eyes lingered over your body and how tightly hugged you seemed in that bikini now that it was soaked, your nipples perking against the fabric as goosebumps traveled up to the back of your neck under Seonghwa’s touch. With his palm pressed to the small of your back, his pace more determined than ever, Seonghwa led you back to the Hotel, his lips completely sealed through the entire walk to your room. 

There wasn’t much of a fight, let alone a talk happening as you reached the corridor, waiting for Seonghwa to unlock the door with the plastic card you’d been given when checking into the fancy hotel for a couple— much deserved— days of vacation in the middle of touring Europe. While Greece wasn’t on the few stops planned for the Summer tour, you were the one suggesting the destination, your body craving some sunlight and delicious food while bonding with your members. Sometimes it wasn’t easy being the only girl among eight, only male members, but somewhere along the way, these guys had quickly become your chosen family. Brothers, for most of them, with an obvious soft spot for Seonghwa who had been promoted to the boyfriend status within months of putting the group together. Mingi was close behind, his contagious smile and perpetuous cheerful mood always coming handy in times of stress or hardcore promotion— though it sometimes dragged you into a difficult position within your relationship.

And now here you were— taped to the wall with Seonghwa’s hands keeping your legs tightly wrapped around his hips as he rocketed himself into you. By now, your bikini top had risen above your breast from your boyfriend constantly pulling at the fabric without much patience, eager to attach his lips to your sensitive skin, the flick of his tongue over your erected buds almost sending you over the edge as you clenched endlessly around him. 

Seonghwa was — for the most — a gentle yet passionate lover. Always taking his time to get you hot and bothered, nose deep into your cunt while edging you just the right amount before he decided to have you in his own way. But somehow, his jealous side turned him into a whole different person. Whenever his boyfriend ego was triggered, he suddenly became a man on a mission, eager to claim your body and to make sure you knew who you belonged to. 

The room was filled with an obscene mix of your moans and the perfectly cadenced sound of your skin slapping against his, air heavy and warm, almost suffocating as your neck found a collar in the shape of Seonghwa’s lean fingers wrapping tightly into your flesh, forcing your eyes to meet his dilated pupils. 

“You’re gonna cum for me, love” 

Not a question— very much more of a statement. There wasn’t a second of hesitation in his tone as the words slipped off his lips like a command. You were gonna cum for him. 

Still, the fact he made sure to use one of his favorite pet names was enough of a hint for you to find comfort in his usual warmth. 

And with a single nod, you allowed Seonghwa to ruin you some more.

With long strands of black hair plastered all over his face, tangled into a thin coat of sweat like a chaotic mix of spiderwebs and some glue, Seonghwa looked absolutely dismantled— so far from the perfectly neat aura he typically brought into a room and though you could barely think straight as he hammered his hips between your abused thighs, you couldn’t deny the sparkle of pride in your eyes as you realized no one else would ever get to witness this version of him. 

Pins and needles were slowly invading your legs, creeping up your thighs from being held up against a wall for too long but all thoughts were long gone when a particular sharp thrust sent you off, forcing your eyes to roll at the back of your head as the taste of blood finally hit your tongue, teeth sunk into your bottom lip until the skin broke from the permanent pressure.

You felt it coming, the familiar warmth knotting at the pit of your stomach, flames licking at your cheeks as they turned a brighter shade of pink from gasping for air. Eyebrows knitted together, Seonghwa’s gaze found your face— you knew he could feel it too, the way you were clenching so much harder around his throbbing cock, how your velvety walls swallowed him with such ease as he suddenly got sloppier with his thrusts— and when he leant just enough for his lips to ghost over yours, his breathing tickling your tongue as your mouth awaited desperately for the kiss you had been craving for too long, a sudden whine traveled up from your throat, dying in the air still hanging between your faces as his mouth failed to connect with yours. 

Desperation found its nest in a soft grunt as you tilted your head back, hitting the wall behind you while Seonghwa smirked in victory. He had you precisely where he intended you to be. Putty in his hands. Desperate. A single tear prickling in the corner of your eyes from the lack of compassion he was providing while still driving you to the finish line. 

A knock on the door suddenly dragged you out of your thoughts, your eyes instantly landing on the corridor, irrationally worried someone may have complained about the noises coming from your room— and while it would be the perfect time for a break, Seonghwa unexpectedly decided to ignore the intrusion, his fingers pressing into the flesh of your ass as he hammered himself into you harder than ever. If you weren’t too dizzy to think straight, you could see the adrenaline in his eyes, the thrill of getting caught and the twisted urge to let whoever was behind the door know he was balls deep into your cunt and unavailable to greet them.

The knocking eventually stopped after a few attempts, leaving you nervous, breathless and worried about the consequences while hoping it was just one of the other members and not some concerned employee of the hotel or even worse, your manager.

“Lost in your own thoughts, love?” 

You had been downgraded to just “love” , no longer his , but he still loved you. 

“Worried someone might hear us? Mingi, maybe?” 

Though you knew what this was all about, having Seonghwa express himself and boldly mention his band member as the issue was a new perspective. Not only was there anger in his eyes, but you could now perfectly see the hurt in his black pupils and the way he frowned. That was the look of a man too scared to admit he felt threatened, a man who feared to lose you, as insane as it sounded to you— you were hook, line and sinker in love with Seonghwa and never in a million years would you dare look at someone else. How could you, when he was exactly and precisely what you needed?

“Speak of the devil” Seonghwa added, forcing you to frown a little as his hand reached for his phone on the table right next to you. You had missed the buzzing sound of a call, deeply anchored into your own thoughts, but when your eyes caught a glimpse of Mingi’s name on the screen, you couldn’t miss the way your heart almost stilled in your chest. 

Moreover, you went absolutely livid when Seonghwa decided to answer while still perfectly sleeved into your cunt. 

“ ‘sup man? “ he simply asked, his phone tucked between his shoulder and ear while pushing himself into you at a slower pace but so much deeper, stealing an unfortunate squeal out of you. Head foggy with nerves, arousal and fear, you could hear the muffled sound of Mingi’s voice on the other side of the line as Seonghwa found some sadistic pleasure in keeping the conversation casual. Like he wasn’t wrecking your insides. 

Looking into your eyes with a devilish smile, you could see the darkness draping over your boyfriend’s face as he moved you to the table, sitting you comfortably on the edge while pressing a palm on your stomach so you would lay back on your elbows just enough to enjoy the show he was about to put on. 

His phone laid next to you now, Mingi on speaker, making you nervous and exposed while Seonghwa pushed your legs apart, kneeling in front of you while keeping the conversation going with his friend— something about a song they were working on together the night before and struggling with some lyrics, not that you cared much about it when Seonghwa’s tongue eventually pressed flat against your slit, collecting your arousal with a single, strong flick as you shivered uncontrollably against the table.

Everything felt so wrong, so perverted, like he had invited Mingi to join a private party of two, offering a chance for him to stand in the corner of the room, cock in hand, while Seonghwa made sure to show exactly how you liked to be owned. 

Arching your back to push yourself further into his tongue, you could already see some stars dancing on the ceiling, almost dragging the air out of your lungs as Seonghwa wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking at it like a starved man, making a show out of it. 

“Anyway— are you guys coming down for dinner?” Mingi voice interrupted, forcing your hands to cover your face, teeth pressed around your thumb as you tried your best to compose yourself, to stay quiet as you squirmed and shook into Seonghwa skilled hands. 

“Maybe later— had a late snack” Seonghwa muffled, his tongue flicking around your sensitive bud as you soaked his chin, praying that the awful sound of your own depravity couldn’t be heard over the phone. 

“Yeah you sound like you have a mouthful” Mingi joked, laughing at the realization as he eventually ended the call. And while you should have been mortified, the way Seonghwa looked up to smirk triumphantly almost sent you over the edge.  

Seeing you squirm and clench around nothing, Seonghwa traveled up to find your lips, pressing a palm against your mouth while the other guided his hardened member to your aching hole, pushing himself in one hard thrust without warning. Screaming into his hand, head tilted back and almost over the edge of the table, you could feel the way it rocked against your back, ready to collapse as Seonghwa fucked himself into you at the roughest pace, printing the varnished wood into the back of your thighs. 

“Fuck— Hwa— I’m… close” you were a blurbing mess at this point, almost drooling into his hand as he traveled his gaze back and forth, smirking at the way you swallowed him perfectly and up to your perfect, fucked out face. 

“You are, uh? I can feel it…” his teeth sunk into your flesh, biting into your collarbone as he bottomed out one more time— and then nothing. 

Gasping for air, your whole body still trembling from skimming over the edge, you looked up to see Seonghwa unfolding himself off your embrace, pulling out and tucking himself back into his underwear. 

“Wh—what are you doing?” you dared to ask, sitting up although your entire body felt like it was about to collapse. Sore and halfway between climax and deprivation. 

“I’ll go work on that song with Mingi” he smiled, leaning for a quick peck on your lips as you stared at him, completely puzzled. Offended, even. 

“Are you fucking kidding me now?” you were fuming at this point, ready to put on a fight according to his next answer. 

“I said you’d come for me, my love, I didn’t say when” 

You watched as Seonghwa gathered his clothes, fixing himself up in the mirror and pulling his messy wet hair into a tight bun with only a few strands framing his face. You had never felt such an insane mix of humiliation and thrill all at the same time. 

“You better be ready for me when I come back, I am nowhere near done with you” walking towards you, Seonghwa pressed one firm hand behind your neck, his lips finding yours— at last. There was something different about his kiss, more demanding, quite not as desperate as you wished it to be, but meaningful enough for you to know he wasn’t upset anymore. 

“Maybe I’ll let Mingi watch, this time” he smirked against your lips, his tongue tracing the outline of your mouth at a devilish slow pace while a chuckle died in his throat— and while you hated to admit it, you could feel a fire sparkle into your guts at the eventuality. 

[munsonsmixtapes]

Hey can I request a kind of enemies to lovers smut with Eddie Diaz x reader, they’re work colleagues and don’t get along but there’s so much tension between them and one day they’re arguing after a team night out and he shuts her up by kissing her or something?! Go crazy with the smut whatever gets flowing with your ideas and creativity! 🙏

Eddie Diaz x fem!reader

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v)

From the moment that you met Eddie Diaz, you had hated him. Well, maybe hate was a strong word, but you definitely didn't like him. You thought he was too confident, too sure of himself. You normally liked that in a man, but with him, he just came off arrogant and full of himself.

And the feeling was very much mutual since Eddie didn't like you either. He didn't like how you always felt the need to comment on everything, especially when it came to what he was doing. You always wanted to correct him and tell him how you would do it and it drove him absolutely crazy.

What he never would have admitted, though, was that he loved grinding your gears. He loved the way you'd get that crease between your eyebrows and the way your nose would scrunch up when he'd say something you didn't like. It was adorable. And the way you weren't afraid to tell him off when he did something you didn't like. It was almost...hot.

It got to the point where everyone dreaded doing shifts with the both of you because you both would be arguing instead of doing what you were supposed to do. It got to the point when you weren't allowed to work together anymore because it was disturbing the peace and making it hard for everyone else to do their jobs when the two of you were bickering, so Bobby took it upon himself to make sure that if one of you was working, the other wasn't. And it worked like a charm.

That was, until Bobby invited everyone over for a barbecue to thank you all for working so hard that week. It had been so busy with long hours and he wanted to take care of all of you, and honestly, he just wanted to pat himself on the back for coming up with the idea of separating you and Eddie. The rest of the 118 could now do their jobs properly without your bickering as background noise. 

You knocked on Bobby’s front door then smoothed out the dress you were wearing. You had been looking for an excuse to wear it and now was your chance. It was red and short and you were sure that it was going to make Eddie lose his goddamn mind. At this point, you just liked to mess with him, the idea of him getting a hardon in front of everyone making you laugh. 

The door opened and Bobby was on the other side, his face lighting up at the sight of you. He pulled you into a tight hug as if he hadn’t seen you the day before. He then pulled away and eyed your dress, realizing that he had never seen you out of your uniform. 

“Well, don’t you look beautiful,” he smiled and you mimicked it, patting his shoulder. 

“Thank you, Bobby,” you thanked him with another pat. You then passed him to descend the stairs. And that was the exact moment that you had caught Eddie’s eyes. He swore that there was a spotlight shining down on you as you went down the steps. You looked ethereal, almost like a fairy. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off you, watching you move around the room, greeting the other members of the 118 with hugs, suddenly feeling jealous because he knew he wasn’t going to get one. He supposed that was what he deserved for all of the rude things he had said to you over the past few months. 

You got to Buck and pulled him in for his own and Eddie never wanted to kill Buck, but in that moment, he did. Especially when your hand rubbed up and down his back. His heart was pounding in his chest and he hated the effect you had on him just by wearing a pretty dress. He shook his head as he thought about what it would have looked like on the floor of his bedroom as you shed it, showing him your very naked body. God, he needed to get laid, and soon. 

You pulled away from Buck and held your arms out for Eddie, deciding to play nice for the night. And you kind of wanted to know what it would have felt like to have him wrapped up in your arms, feeling his strong ones wrapping around your waist. 

Eddie slowly shuffled forward, awkwardly wrapping his arms around your waist as yours went to his neck. It felt right being there and you suddenly didn’t want to pull away, feeling tempted to bury your face into his neck. 

He could smell your perfume as it hit nose and it was absolutely intoxicating, a mixture of lavender and vanilla. He would have been entirely satisfied with staying there the entire night just breathing in your scent, his nose right against your neck.

You brought your lips to his ear and your hot breath sent a tingle up his spine. God, you were so fucking hot. 

“You better be on your best behavior tonight,” you warned. “Bobby is doing a very nice thing for us and I’m not going to have you embarrass me in front of everyone. Are we clear?”

“Crystal,” Eddie nodded before clearing his throat, feeling his dick getting a little hard, if you felt it too, you didn’t say anything. You just pulled away before turning to head to Athena who was finishing things up in the kitchen. 

As soon as you were out of earshot, Buck nudged Eddie in the shoulder before turning to face him. Buck was very aware of your attraction to each other and was hoping that this was night the two of you would finally realize it for yourselves. He had already hatched a plan in his head, fully prepared to have Christopher sleep over if things escalated. And if everything went to plan, they would. 

“Why don’t we all make our way to the table?” Bobby spoke up. “There are place cards so once you find yours, that’s your seat.” 

You headed to it, following Bobby’s instruction. You rounded the table, so focused on looking for your place card that you ran into a hard chest, not even paying attention to your other surroundings. You pulled back and those damn honey eyes were looking into yours. 

A small smile kicked up at the corner of his mouth and you found yourself almost wanting to kiss him. Almost. He pulled your chair out for you and you eyed him suspiciously before slowly sitting down. He then pushed the chair in for you and leaned down so that his lips were right by your ear. 

“Is this well behaved enough?” He asked before pulling away and sitting in his own chair, putting his napkin in his lap before involving himself in the conversation that the rest of the crew was already engaged in. 

You snuck a look at him, feeling your cheeks heat as you could still feel the ghost of his lips on your ear. You could imagine him taking the lobe between his teeth, giving it a little nibble after whispering the most filthy things to you. You didn’t know why, but you just knew he had a dirty mouth and you really hoped he’d put it to good use in more ways than one. 

“Y/n?” Ravi asked, nudging your shoulder. Your head snapped to him, his voice pulling you out of your nasty daydream. His eyebrows were pinched together in worry. 

“Yeah?” You asked, giving him your full attention even though you wanted nothing more than to stare at the man on the other side of you. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. “You seem off tonight.”

“I’m fine, Ravi,” you assured him. “But thank you for worrying about me.”

“If you’re so fine then why are you staring at Eddie like you want to climb him like a tree?” He smirked knowingly. You had told Ravi that you thought Eddie was attractive one time and he had been teasing you about it for months now. 

“I don’t-” you cut yourself off, starting to feel flustered. “I don’t want to climb him like a tree.”

“Then why does the entire 118 have a bet going to see when you two are finally going to get together? Why do you think you were assigned to sit next to each other?” 

Your eyes narrowed into a glare as you realized how right he was. He just smiled wider, giving you a knowing look before you turned your attention to Eddie who was passing you a bowl filled with green beans. 

You took it from him and felt your fingers brush his as you did so. You were damn near close to dropping it, but his grip tightened, slipping the thing from your hands and holding it in his own. He then scooped some of the beans out of the bowl and hovered the spoon over your plate. 

“How much?” He asked as he put what was in the spoon onto your plate.

“That’s good,” you replied and Eddie reached over you to hand the bowl to Ravi. “Thank you.” 

“Any time,” he winked, plucking a green bean from your plate and popping it into his mouth. Buck eyed the two of you, also giving you a wink when you made eye contact with him. You were grateful that he was across from you so it was easy for you to reach out and kick him in the shin. He glared at you and you gave him a satisfying smile before turning back to Bobby who was speaking. 

The entire dinner, you couldn’t help but feel the tension rising between you and Eddie, to the point where it could no longer be denied. And everyone could tell, it all being so palpable. 

Now it seemed like everyone owed Buck twenty dollars. Easy money. He was so excited to collect his money, loving that he knew his best friend so well. It was so obvious to him that Eddie was in love with you and now he was just waiting for the man to admit it. 

“Eddie, y/n, you’re on dish duty.” For once, neither of you argued, deciding that it was best for you to just do what you were asked. Unbeknownst to both of you, Bobby had been secretly rooting for you, knowing that absence would make your hearts grow fonder of each other. And clearly it had worked like a charm. Just one more shove and you would end up together. 

You followed Eddie to the kitchen, purposefully bumping his shoulder as you passed him. You were just stooping to his level even though it was beneath you. Maybe that was where you wanted him to be, though.

You could just imagine him, laying on your bed, his fingers forming bruises on your hips as you rode him, looking down at his blissed out face as he moaned your name, his back arching in pleasure as he reached his orgasm. 

You shook your head and got to the sink where a few dishes had piled up and began to wash a plate, stealing a glance at Eddie who was chatting with Athena. She was whispering something to him and you could see her glancing you out of the corner of your eye. 

As soon as she caught you looking, she made a beeline for you, resting her hand on her shoulder and whispering in your ear. 

“I am trusting you both to do the dishes together. Please don’t screw it up.” You knew she wasn’t really talking about the dishes and just nodded in response. She then patted your shoulder and fled the kitchen to do some more cleanup, leaving Eddie and you alone. 

You turned to him, listening to him whistle as he dried off a plate. He felt your eyes on him, but ignored it, knowing that if he looked your way for too long, he’d do something he definitely shouldn’t have. 

You took the plate from him to get him to pay attention to you. You both needed to strategize how to get out of what very weird set up they had for the both of you. And in order to do that, you needed to set aside your differences and act civil. 

“Listen,” you started. “It’s clear that they’re trying to set us up and we need to find a way out of it.” Eddie wasn’t aware that you disliked him that much. Sure, you said as much, but he didn’t think it was true. He thought that maybe it was to hide your real feelings for him, but clearly that wasn’t the case. 

“Right,” he nodded, stepping closer to you, his lips right by the shell of your ear once again. “But what if I don’t want a way out of it?” He asked and you were so close to making a move right there. But you couldn’t. Not with everyone else there. 

“You don’t?” You asked, your eyebrows furrowing as you let the dish you were holding fall back into the sink with a clatter. 

“Not at all. But clearly you don’t feel the same way, so I’m just going to make myself scarce before I embarrass myself any further.” Without another word, he tossed the towel onto the counter before heading to the front door. 

You froze, watching him getting further away from you, feeling like you had really fucked up. You had ruined your chance and now Eddie was never going to want to speak to you again. 

Before you could stop yourself, you hurried to the door, ripping it open and chasing Eddie who was unlocking his truck. His brown eyes widened as they locked on you, his mouth falling open. 

You got to him, feeling your breathing getting more labored as your heart pounded in your chest. This was your one chance and you weren’t going to fuck it up. Not this time. 

“Don’t go,” you rested your hand on top of his that was sitting on the door handle. 

“Why? Why do you want me to stay?” He knew exactly what was going through your head, but he wanted to hear you say it. 

“Because…” you paused, the words heavy on your tongue, weighing the muscle down, almost making it impossible for you to speak. “Because I love you, Eddie!” The words came out more angry than you had intended, but the man was just so frustrating. How could he not see it? The feelings that seemed so obvious, but he wouldn’t have known what they were if they had hit him upside the head.

“You what-“ He was in disbelief. He always had a hunch that you had feelings for him, but he never actually expected you to tell him as much. It was confusing, sure, but there was no way in hell that he was going to question it.

“I love you too,” he replied, breaking into a grin, the adorable one that you wished you could have seen more often. He then took you into his arms, not able to fight the wide smile on his face. He hadn’t been this happy in so long and was really looking forward to telling Hank about his weekend now. 

“Eddie, what are you doing?” 

“Will you please just shut up and let me kiss you?” He asked with a chuckle then pressed his lips to yours, the movements slow and timid as you both tried to figure it out. 

Eddie’s arms wrapped tighter around your waist, his keys clattering to the ground as he lost his grip on them, but that hardly mattered. Your hands rested on his chest as you stepped closer to him, the two of you becoming toe to toe. He brought his hands up to your jaw, moving your head back so he had more access to your mouth. 

You both broke apart at the sound of something tapping on the window that made it possible to see into the living room. You turned to face it and everyone had crowded around it, all of them cheering at the fact that the two of you had finally kissed. 

You let out a loud laugh and Eddie didn’t think he could be more in love with you if he tried. You turned back to him and pressed another kiss to his lips, already already addicted to the feeling of his on yours. 

“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked against your lips and all you could do was nod. You wanted nothing more than to go somewhere else with him. 

Eddie was the one who pulled away this time and he rounded the hood of his truck to open the door for you and help you inside it. Once you were all buckled, he went to his side and gathered his keys from the ground before getting inside the truck and starting it up before pulling out of the driveway. 

He knew exactly where he was going, wanting to take you somewhere special, not ready to take you home yet. The tension between the two of you was rising at a rapid rate and he was trying his best to not think about how hard his dick was, trying his best to not think about how pretty you’d sound as you moaned his name, begging him for more. 

He pulled the truck between some trees, the area so familiar to him as it was where he went when he needed a moment to catch his breath. He hadn’t shown it to anyone else, but knew that you would appreciate it. That you would like it as much as he did. And maybe you could have made it the place you both went together. 

He put the truck in park and turned to you, his eyes softening as he took you in. You were so beautiful that he couldn’t stand it. He had never been a fan of the color red, but he was beginning to think that now it was his favorite as he saw how well it complimented your skin. You looked like a vision, something that had walked right out of his dreams. You might as well have had wings since you looked like a goddamn angel. 

Eddie brought his hand up and rubbed his thumb along your cheek. You rested yours on top of it, giving it a squeeze. It was hard to believe that just a few hours of sitting next to each other could make your feelings for each other so much more real. It seemed that you just needed a little encouragement, a little push from your friends for you both to accept the truth: that you were absolutely head over heels for each other and that your dislike for each other was just frustration. 

He pressed a brief kiss to your lips and then pulled away, getting out of the truck, grabbing the blankets that had been sitting between you before helping you out and leading you to the bed. You helped him unfold the first blanket and laid it down onto the bed, to give the two of you something soft to lay on. 

He then pulled down the back and sat down on it before patting the spot to the left of him. You did as he instructed and sat next to him, your thighs touching because of your close proximity. He rested his hand on your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb as he leaned closer to you, capturing your lips with his, this kiss a little more rough than the last.

It was six months of shoved down feelings that you needed to make up for, but you both still wanted to take it slow. You wanted to savor it, this being your first time together and all. You wanted to take your time getting to know his body since you were fully intending for him to be your only partner for a while, maybe even forever if you were lucky. 

Eddie’s other hand slid up your thigh, slowly slipping up your dress, testing the waters to see where you would let him touch you. You hands grabbed onto his shirt, fisting it as you pulled him closer to you. You sighed into his mouth and he swore he was going to cream his pants right then and there. 

Your hands moved down to the hem of his shirt and slipped underneath it as your tongue dipped into his mouth, pushing the shirt up to signify that you wanted it off of him. He broke apart only briefly to remove the shirt and let it fall beside him onto the bed of the truck. His lips were quickly back on yours and his hands moved to your back, gently guiding you to lie down as he lifted up your leg to unbuckle your shoes. Once those were off, he leaned down, placing himself on top of you as he pressed his lips to yours. 

His hands moved around to your back and he unzipped your dress before helping you take it off while you undid your bra, Eddie pulling away to get a view at your now naked chest, letting out a whine as he did so. 

“You’re beautiful,” he said, pressing a kiss to the spot between your breasts, moving his way down to your thongs, looking up at you to ask for permission to remove them and you nodded, helping him do so. “You’re soaked,” he chuckled. “Have you been this way all night?”

“Yes,” you breathed out. “Now do something-fuck,” you cut yourself off, coming to a realization. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Don’t worry, I do.” He pulled out his wallet and tossed a packet onto the bed before unbuttoning his pants and pulling him down then removing his underwear as you opened the condom and rolled it onto his cock. Yout then laid back down onto the bed of the truck as Eddie lined himself up with your cunt, slowly pushing it inside you.

He slowly thrusted in and out of you as you grabbed onto him, a moan escaping your mouth. He grabbed onto your waist as his thrusts got faster, not able to hold back any longer. He wanted to fuck you absolutely senseless as he whispered the most filthy words into your ear, encouraging you as you took all of him like he knew that you could. 

“Oh my god,” you moaned. “Faster.” He did as you asked, pounding into you as fast as he could, eliciting more moans and whines from you. If he had known that this was what it was going to be like, he would have fucked you a long time ago. 

“Feel so good, honey,” he moaned. “Can’t believe we waited this long. And look at that, seems like you’re already close. You clenched around his cock, feeling your orgasm building, already seeing stars. 

“Eddie,” you screamed, your hands moving to his back as you scratched down it, your back arching. Eddie wasn’t that far behind you, reaching his own climax as your name fell from his lips. But he kept going, his thrusts getting harder, fully intending to see how many times he could get you to completion just from one round. 

Your sounds were getting louder and more frequent and he was loving how he could get you where he wanted you by doing the bare minimum. He hadn’t even done anything special and was wondering if you liked to get freaky. 

He looked down at you, seeing you all sweaty and blissed out and took a mental image of you, wanting to tuck it away in his brain to save for when he wasn’t around you. You looked so hot underneath, letting him do whatever he wanted to you while you were so responsive, taking it just how he knew you would. 

“Fuck, Eddie. Holy shit,” you screamed and he kept going, wanting just one more from you, but willing to stop if you couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Got one more in you, sweetheart?” He asked as he slowed down a bit and you nodded. He grabbed you by your face and forced you to look him in the eyes as he leaned down, his lips brushing yours as you did so. “Use your words.”

“Yes,” you nodded, your breathing labored, your words becoming slurred. “Just one more.” Eddie picked up the pace, going the fastest and hardest he could for the finale. He managed to get all of himself inside of your like he knew you could and your nails dug into his back, knowing that you were going to be so sore in the morning. But looking up and seeing his hair sticking to his forehead and sweat rolling down his abs, you could tell that it would all be worth it. 

“Holy shit,” you howled, reaching your third and final orgasm for the night and Eddie helped you lay back down onto the bed and let you come down while he disposed of the condom and cleaned the both of you up. 

He then grabbed the second blanket and unfolded it before draping it over your bodies. He pulled you to his chest and you reached up, pushing his hair from his face, his brown Bambi eyes looking at you with more love that he knew what to do with. 

His hand moved up and down your hip as you stared at each other, both knowing that you were definitely going to pursue each other not just physically, but also romantically. Sure, it had taken you months to get there, but now you were there to stay, deciding that being wrapped up in each other’s arms was the only place you ever wanted to be for the rest of your lives.

[shuenkio]

Love, maybe ? | Sjy ❤︎ 엔.하.이.픈 💌

Paring: Jake X M!reader | Genre: Fluff&Soft .

Synopsis: Base on 'love maybe' by bbm~

Cw: Non.

Non proof read | Eng is not my 1st

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

A❤︎N: Been a week now so I'm back with Jake fluff fic 🥹 idea never come across my mind for a while, hoping you can enjoy also some parts may be error, bare with meh.

"This must be love, baby. Cause I never felt quite this way—

I think this is love, baby. Get weak when you call' my name—" ♫︎ Pause

"Hey M/n! Wanna go play basketball with me ? We need one last person are you in?"

Suddenly, you did. The way his voice was calling for you, alluring, floating, in your ears just making you feel weak in your knees. Think this is love? Maybe?

"Cause oh? Something bout' the way you make me feel like-" ♫︎

"M/n M/n!! I heard the new restaurant downtown has the best steak review, could you go check it out with me? My treat, you going mate? No? But I'll take that as a yes come on" Jake take hold of your hand, intertwine together as once, dragging his feet to his destination where he could show you his favorite thing without knowing, He was your favorite thing, even when you didn't even tell him yet.

"I don't know why, can't control it take hold of me— is this for real?" ♫︎

Sleep less night, boring night when you didn't get any good night text from him. Isn't it weird that you'd be crazy by waiting for his text on your notification? Though you and Jake are just buddies and nothing else. Somehow it makes you insane, no? Whether it'd affect your friendship with him or not, this is driving you silly, can't bottle your feelings any longer as you decide, your life for now.

Confession?

Yes or No

"I give up, just take my HeaRt—" ♫︎

The unexpected night out with Jake, after the prom party, you and Jake decide to go back home together. It was a peaceful night, the clear sky making the moon light shine bright across the whole city and pavement, making it feel safer than ever. Before reaching home, Jake decided he'd gaze at the lake a bit, it was his favorite place after all, under the big willow tree and a single bench.

The moon, reflection on the soothing streaming lake, is both comfort and nostalgia at the same time. As he sat down, taking his time to restore his battery. And so did you.

Two boys sat on the same bench under the big willow tree while viewing the scenario in front of them. You get the deja Vu feeling when you were a kid, sitting alone, feel better that nobody could ever make you feel enough like this.

Also this is the perfect timing, the perfect place that you could pour all of your heart into anything, the bottle heart that is begging to be able to be free right here, and so is the person In front of you, he was the one who made you feel like this all along, should you take a risk ? On the other hand, you thought this was probably the last you could be close to him because, who knows how Jake would answer and respond to your confession? Would he like boy? Would he still be the same with you after you confess? Would he love you back?

"Jake? Can I tell you something, from my mind?"

"Yea... No need to be shy, tell me everything" Jake state, throwing rock to the surface of water, not spare any glance just yet, enjoying the atmosphere.

"you sure we'd be the same if I tell you how I feel?"

"oh come on M/n nothing could go worse, with me I'm Jake" Jake snort under his breath, as he continues what he's doing, probably would not expect what could come at him.

"I like you Jake! And I hate that... I know you'd never like boy, and I know I shouldn't like you but I can't help at how you make me feel even though in fact, we're best friends. I'm sorry" You explain, already prepared how the outcome would reveal. Stare blankly at the lake, knowing too well Jake is catching off guard by your statement right now.

Your intuition is correct, Jake catches his air stuck in his throat. The last thing he worries about is happening right now, beside him, near him, and close to him. Yet he knows, that he can't be overrated at your confession. But his body didn't cooperate with him well, Jake's heart stuttered, a rush of warmth spreading through him as your words settled in the air between them. You liked him. And the truth was—he felt the same.

He calmly replied.

"weird, isn't it? took you long enough to catch up." Jake paused, letting the silence build just enough to make you wonder.

"I’ve been on the same page this whole time."

"same page? Which mean— *gasp*"

"I like you too, idiot"

"Cause I don't know what else to blame— no" ♫︎

[topgun-imagines]

Forget Me Not (ii)

Requested: no

Summary: Jake struggles with coming to terms with new information from your doctor. Rooster and Phoenix try to convince him to tell you the truth.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Amnesia, memory loss, possibly inaccurate medical terminology, injury’s, plane crash, miscarriage, hospitals, angst.

Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x wife!reader

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“Lieutenant,” the man started, glancing down at his notes. “I regret to inform you,” He paused once more and Jake really wished that the man would just spit it out already. “Your wife was eight weeks pregnant. Unfortunately, there was nothing that could be done to save the baby.” Suddenly, Jake’s whole world came crashing down around him.

His knees dropped out from under him. Within seconds, Rooster was by his side, grabbing the large pilot before he could crash into the ground. The mustached aviator thanked the doctor quietly as he pulled Jake into him. As the older man stepped away, Jake’s breathing sped up. You were two months pregnant. With his baby. He had no idea and if you did, you probably didn’t even remember by now.

“Jake, you gotta tell me what’s goin’ on.” Bradley murmured as fat tears began rolling down Jake’s cheeks. He hated the fact that he was now crying in front of Bradley and Natasha but at the thought of his wife losing their baby, he couldn’t help it.

Holding him tightly, Bradley waited patiently for the pilot to explain what news the doctor had given him. “She was pregnant,” The pilot eventually choked out. Bradley couldn’t help but focus on the was. “She lost it in the crash. The doctor said that there was nothing that they could do to save it.” Sighing, Bradley squeezed his wingman tighter. He knew that the two of you had been trying to get pregnant ever since you got married. The two of you would make amazing parents, everyone was sure of it.

Now, Jake not only had to deal with the fact that he couldn’t tell you that you were married, he also couldn’t tell you that you were pregnant. He sniffled quietly in Bradley’s arms. Jake had no idea what he was going to do.

You woke up to the steady beeping of the heart monitor. Blinking slowly, you sat up on the squeaky bed and groaned as your joints cracked. A few moments passed as you sat in silence, mulling over everything that had happened since you woke up. You instantly thought of Jake. the man was so familiar and yet you couldn’t even remember him. It was driving you crazy.

Seconds later the same nurse from earlier walked in, interrupting your train of thought. She smiled at you kindly. “How are you feeling now, Dear?” The elderly woman questioned as she began taking your vitals. You watched her silently for a few seconds.

“A bit better,” You started. “My breathing is a little easier and my leg doesn’t hurt as bad,” You gestured toward your leg resting on the bed in a white cast. The nurse nodded, jotting down a few notes before informing you that she would be back later and moving to step out of your room. “Could you actually do me a favor ma’am?” You question shyly. She nodded, looking up and watching you patiently. “Could you please send Jake in?”

With a knowing smile, the elderly nurse nodded and stepped out of your room to fetch the pilot. There were butterflies fluttering all around your stomach as you willed yourself not to stare at the door. You didn’t know why you were so anxious to see him. The gentle knock on your door had your head turning so fast you almost got whiplash.

Jake was standing there with a hesitant look on his face. If you looked close enough, you could see the tear stains on his cheeks. You blushed slightly under his heavy gaze and patted the arm of the chair next to you. “How’re you feeling?” Jake questioned as he sat down on the plastic chair. At that moment you realized that he had spent four days waiting for you to wake up in that same uncomfortable plastic chair, and never complained one bit. Did you really mean that much to him?

“A bit better,” You started, noticing the small smile that rose on Jake’s face. “I still can’t remember anything, if that’s what you’re wondering.” That was all he could have wanted. You assumed that that was all he was worried about.

Immediately, the pilot began shaking his head. “That isn’t all I was asking. I really did want to know if you were okay,” Now it was your turn to smile, cheeks turning a crimson colour at the sincerity of his words. Jake grinned. He was glad that he could still make you smile like that. “I was wondering, if you’re feeling up to it,” He started. “If you would like to meet some friends?” He watched you carefully to gauge your reaction.

You sucked in a breath. Even though you were anxious to meet people that you may not even remember, you knew that it would need to happen eventually. For some reason, You trusted Jake. Part of you knew that he would never purposely put you in an uncomfortable position. You nodded and Jake smiled softly.

After a few last words, Jake stepped out of the room to retrieve Bradley and Natasha. You waited anxiously, plucking at a loose thread on the scratchy hospital sheets.

Phoenix had her head resting on Bradley’s shoulder as she watched him play Candy Crush. His thumb stopped moving across the screen when he heard someone approach them. Through sleepy eyes, Phoenix looked up at Jake. The two tired pilots waited for Jake to begin speaking. “She wants to see you two,” Without further explanation, they stood from the hard chair and followed Jake down the hall. He stopped them in front of your room. “Please, don’t say anything about us or the baby.” Jake practically pleaded with them. They nodded with sympathetic expressions.

When your door cracked open, your head shot up to watch who was going to walk in. Jake came in first, followed by a woman that looked oddly familiar, you just couldn’t remember her name. But you could remember seeing her at a navy bar one night. It was just after you were stationed in Lemoore. And then the second person walked in. You immediately recognized the mustache.

“Bradley?” Jake felt his stomach drop. You remembered Bradshaw, and yet you couldn’t remember your own husband. Bradley spoke your nickname quietly, looking at Jake for permission before sitting in that same uncomfortable chair. “Why,” You started, glancing between Bradley, the strange woman, and Jake. You couldn’t help but notice the empty look in his eyes and the white skin around his knuckles as he clenched his fists. “Why can I remember you and no one else?”

Bradley smiled at you gently. The two of you had been stationed overseas when you first met. It was only a few months before when you met your future husband. You and Bradley had instantly hit it off, and ever since then, he had thought of you as a little sister. “I think it's because we met first.” He was trying to communicate a silent message to Jake. The only reason that you could remember Bradley and not him was simply because you met first. Not because you cared about Bradley more than Jake.

Jake nodded to himself, knowing that whether he wanted to believe it or not, Bradley’s words were true. Seconds later, you were nodding as well.

Standing up, Bradley moved next to Phoenix, encouraging her to introduce herself. The female pilot had tears in her eyes. Over the past three years, ever since you met, the two of you had become best friends. She was your maid of honour when you got married to Jake. Even though you couldn’t remember it, she was there to hold your hair back when you were throwing up, she was there every time you anxiously took a pregnancy test, and she was there for you after each negative result. She knew you better than anyone and the same was true for you.

“My name’s Natasha,” She started. Her words were watery and she willed herself not to cry. “We met a few years ago in Lemoore and we’ve been best friends ever since.” Now you were almost in tears. You couldn’t believe that you had forgotten your own best friend.

Jake watched as you and Phoenix became reacquainted, the female pilot filling you in on all the crazy adventures you had over the past few years. There was a small smile on his face. He loved seeing you happy, and the bright grin on your face was the best sight he had seen in weeks. He shared a look with Bradley, silently thanking him for staying by his side throughout all of this. The two of them sat down on the other plastic chairs in the far corner of the room, watching you and Natasha laugh with soft smiles.

Everything seemed to be taking a turn for the better now. Given everything that happened yesterday, Jake was almost positive that things would never get better. He knew that eventually, he would have to tell you everything. But for now, he was only focused on the wide smile on your face. Maybe everything would be okay after all.

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reader getting mad with rafe about the whole melting the cross thing bcus shes also friends with pope and breaking up with him and trying to make her jealous with sofia? (i love angst sm idk why)

pairing: rafe cameron x reader warnings: season 3 spoiler (kinda?), mention of alcohol, toxic behavior

You couldn't believe his words when Rafe told you about melting down the cross. You knew he was impulsive but you never thought he would do something so thoughtless. Devil and angel were already fighting inside of you, with him always working against your friends, but this was the last straw. He had thought it was a good idea, he thought once again he had done the right thing without really thinking about what he did.

He tried to understand you when you yelled at him about how the cross was important for Pope, that it meant something to his family but he didn't really care. It was this side of him that was ruthless and didn't care about people around him.

Though you were happy that he was clean now, his ruthlessness, the selfishness got even worse. He felt a new kind of power since his father couldn't dictate him anymore.

"I'm done with this shit Rafe." You were standing across from him on the veranda of Tanney hill.

"Shit? Our relationship?" He scoffed, tried to not let the anger well up in his body. He was pacing around in front of you, a grin on his lips. "Y/n, grow the fuck up. You can't keep running around with your friends, chasing stupid little adventures. This is real life." He was looking down at you, a feeling you hated.

"No Rafe.", you said through gritted teeth. "You need to grow up. This isn't real life. Stealing from people isn't real life. Just doing whatever you think is the best, isn't real life."

You didn't feel safe in his presence, even though he was standing meters away from you and even though you knew he would never actually hurt you. But still, his mood changes were unpredictable.

His hands run over his buzzed head, as he took a step towards you. He was looking at you with crazy eyes, sweat forming on his chest under the white shirt and on his forehead.

"Maybe then we're just not meant to be together if we're so different, y/n."

Though you felt your heart sinking with his words you tried to stiffen up. You shrug your shoulders. "I should've broken up with you a long time ago."

You flinched when he was suddenly standing right in front of you, his face almost touching yours, him raising his finger at you. "No, no.", he grinned. "You're not breaking up with me. I am breaking up with you.", he whispered, but still it send shivers down your back. You knew he was close to losing it completely.

"Whatever.", were your last words and you felt your body relax as soon as you left his house.

-

The next couple of weeks you did everything you could to not cross his ways. He didn't reach out to you and you didn't reach out to him. You figured this time it was really over. Though you tried to ignore him, it took you quite some time to not miss him everyday. You didn't think you would ever get over him, though you knew it was for the best. The two of you had been opposites from the beginning. You had been blind to see that you couldn't change him.

Toppers party was the first time you went out again. Since Sarah was hanging out with him again, she had asked you to come with her. You really didn't wanted to go. Too afraid to see Rafe again. Still, you could really use a drink and you were done with sitting in your room alone all night every night.

The music was blasting through the house, people drinking, smoking and doing coke everywhere. You always hated this side of Rafes friends and that he was a part of this.

Still, tonight you tried to forget all of it, the drink in your hand helping.

"Y/n.", you heard Topper behind you. You said your hello, then taking a couple of shots with him and Sarah in the big, crowded kitchen.

And then he walked in, wearing a lose shirt and shorts. He grinned as he saw his friends, then saw you standing beside Sarah and his smile disappeared for a second. The eye contact was heated. It felt like he was looking right inside your soul and for a moment it felt like your were the only ones in the room.

And then there she was. It took a second to realize that she was here with him. She slung his arm around his torso, smiling up at him, then greeting everyone in the group.

Rafe was still looking at you, a light smirk on his lips. Then he leaned down to her, to peck her lips with a kiss.

He wanted to hurt you and he knew this was the best way to do it. You had been the one he loved, he really thought and always hoped you would understand him. It turned out you didn't. He felt betrayed by you leaving him.

It worked. You hadn't felt a pain like this before. You knew Rafe had been with girls before you, but you never really wanted to think about him with someone else. The thought of him kissing another girl, giving his all to someone else just crushed you. His lips- they were supposed to be on yours, his body was suppose to do things to your body, not someone else's.

You grabbed Sarahs hand, then turned to her. "I- uhm- I should go.", you said, stumbling.

"Don't. We can just go outside. Please, don't let him ruin your night."

You gave her a light smile but shook your head. "No, it's fine really. I just want to go home.", you said. Then said a quick goodbye and rushed out of the kitchen, too afraid to burst out in tears in front of everyone.

As soon as you stepped outside the house you felt tears of anger running down your face. You knew, you had been the one who left him - still, you didn't think he would just move on and get with another girl like you didn't mean anything to him.

"You're already leaving?"

You froze, not able to move when you heard his voice behind you and his footsteps coming closer to you.

His touch on your hip send you over the edge. Tears on your face, your lips parted and your back still facing him.

"Don't touch me.", you whispered, but he didn't care. He just scoffed. You were still not able to move when he shove his hand up your shirt, feeling your warm skin on his skin. He pulled you close to his chest, his lips near your ear.

"I didn't think I would have such an effect on you."

You closed your eyes while trying to calm yourself down, but nothing could make the butterflies in your stomach go away. He had an effect on you. His touch always made you weak and he knew that. He knew exactly what he was doing to you.

His grip on your hip tightened and with one push he swirled you around, so you would finally look at him.

He had a light grin on his lips. He knew he had you under his spell. His hand came up to your face to wipe away the tears on your cheek.

"Don't cry because of me.", he pointed out. Not to make you feel better but to show you what he did to you, that you were the weak one.

You melted under his touch. One of his hands was still laying on your cheek, the other one already back on your bare hip.

"You're mine.", you whispered but didn't dare looking him in the eyes. It tore you apart, showing him so much weakness, but the thought of him giving himself to somebody else just drove you crazy.

"Say it again. I didn't hear you." Rafes hand ran down your cheek to touch your chin. He made you look up to him, to look him in the eyes.

"Say it.", he whispered. His eyes were staring at your lips, waiting for those words, that just drove him wild, to escape from your lips.

"You're mine."

- really don't know if this is how you wanted it to go but I just got carried away. xx hope you still like it.

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So, uh, I might've gone a little crazy last week and came up with a Kanade Concept rewrite. (And made some redesigns of IRL!Kanade and IRL!Hibiki to reflect that.)

SO, for context, if you've been following me for awhile (or just came across some of my posts in the past), you'd know that my friend and I have been playing through SDRA2 for fun and it's around the end of Chapter 3 that I started making posts mentioning certain segments of our reactions, feelings, and some jokes. And to say we hated it would be an understatement. But I've had asks where I went on a rant about Chapter 3 more than once, so I won't repeat myself here. If anyone hasn't seen that, you can find it here, and here.

At this point, we're at Chapter 6 and during one of our after stream chats in VC, my friend, @bittersweetbeet, suddenly brought up an idea that could've tied Kanade (and thus Chapter 3) into the main plot and that was this:

"What if Kanade was blessed with Divine Luck from Utsuro like Void? Like, she wasn't in on the plan, but the reason why everything went south for her is because her luck was running out and got screwed over in the trial because of that, and was more than willing to die because she'd prefer that over losing her Fortune. It wouldn't fix Chapter 3, but at least it'd explain how she got away with all those damn murders for so long!"

I'm kinda paraphrasing here since I don't remember the exact wording due to this idea being brought up in the voice channel. But that was essentially what they said and it drove me NUTS at the time. After all, it's been brought up that Utsuro tended to bless a bunch of kids that were the same/similar age as him during his travels out of boredom, and while we don't know a lot about Kanade and Hibiki's parents to know for certain if they were bad and good (personally, I interpret them as decent people but tended to play favorites with Hibiki and accidentally neglecting Kanade, which only worsens their issues even when they try to bring them together), we DO know that Hibiki tends to bully Kanade a lot and that alone can make for a difficult childhood even when you have parents that care about you. So, with a bit of timeline adjusting, Kanade coming across Utsuro when she was, ahem, down on her luck, and getting blessed by him after she vents about her problems can make sense as this is something he's done for awhile now. And it should be noted that not every kid he blessed with Fortune had the same level of dire straits, as many had different levels of Fortune which faded away at different paces. It's why Void lasted for as long as they did since their situation was the worst of the worst so their Fortunes faded away much slower while others either succumbed to fates sooner or lost their fortunes and survived but couldn't handle being back in the same state they tried so desperately to escape from that they just...well, you know. Not every person that was blessed with Divine Luck was going to be a good person or, hell, some people can end up getting worse with the Fortunes they were blessed with instead of becoming better (like Mikado). And so, we started chatting ourselves up about this idea and I really wanted to share it here on Tumblr that I asked if it was alright if I shared it on my blog and they gave me the go ahead. I didn't share it right away, but I was thinking over how to word the post while I was at work. Which is when I realize there were...a few problems with this idea, unfortunately. Mainly this since I brought it up in our rambles channel in the Discord server to get my buddy's thoughts on it, so I'm just gonna copy and paste that:

"...I've been trying to figure out how to word the idea of Kanade being blessed by Divine Luck and I kinda realized something: how would Kanade realize her luck is fading…when she's not a part of Void? Like, she's not in on the plan from the very start so she's been reverted to a [place] where she believes that she's fine and her luck is still running strong. And how that would be conveyed to the audience…

Like, I can believe Kanade could figure it out, even if I think how the writer LINUJ showed off her intelligence to be stupid, but I'm struggling [on] how to explain how she'd figure out that she ran out of luck? She'd be surprised that things have turned on her suddenly due to her state of being reverted back to a time where her luck is strong, but would she fully understand the context to the point that she'd rather die with her sister than lose what she already have?"

Like, I could've been overthinking on that. I could've had it so that a character comments that she was just hit with a wave of bad luck and Kanade goes, "Me? The most luckiest person ever? Never! (...unless-)" But I was really struggling to come up with an answer I was satisfied with at the time and even Bertie was like, "it's stuff like this that makes it so that the only option that would fix Chapter 3 is by rewriting the whole thing." Which is something I do agree with. This idea wasn't a complete fix to everything that's wrong with Chapter 3 anyways, especially when it comes to Kanade and how the writing on her character just sank it into the depths of hell. It was simply an explanation we both really liked.

And then Bertie went on to say, and I quote, "Tbh I think it would be more interesting if Kanade hated Hibiki deeply rather than love her. It’d be cliche probably but it’s better than the weird incest-like shit we have going on here" end quote.

And I started off with a normal response agreeing and elaborating on the idea, like so:

"HONESTLY, yeah. It's better to just scrap the whole chapter and rewrite it from the ground up.

And yeah, I do agree that anything that's different than what we got in Canon is probably much much better. Although I would still want to keep the nuances of Kanade and Hibiki's status as victims of each other's toxicity. Hibiki is constantly bullying Kanade due to seeing how good Kanade is at a lot of things and is jealous of that but still cares and loves her as a sister even though she sucks at appreciating Kanade for who she is. Meanwhile, Kanade still loves her sister and willingly goes along with her bullying, going as far as to try and be meek and shy to appeal to her sister's dominant but cowardly ways but deep down she resents her for keeping her from doing things she likes even though she does genuinely enjoy spending time with her and gets jealous whenever other people get close cause it means that Hibiki won't bother to spend time with her. She often drives them away one way or another so she can have Hibiki to herself, even when nothing changes because Hibiki is her sister and she just wants her to love her and spend time with her (but not in the gross incest way and we're taking away the whole crazy serial killer thing, she's just her own level of toxic)."

And that's when I started spiraling into an gigantic ramble that lasted nearly an hour and thirty minutes (minus a dinner break) because my brain was in a creative mood that night. Enjoy my copy and pasted ramble (I won't italicize all of this to make it easier on the eyes cause if you know me by now, my writing gets very long + a bit of editing to make it a little more coherent):

"I still like the idea of Kanade being blessed by Divine Luck and being good at many skills because of it, and she's smart enough to realize that the boy she met long ago somehow changed her when she had openly vented to him about her problems the day they met (after giving him her umbrella to protect himself from the pouring rain, as she had ran away on a whim due to being fed up with her parents and her sister [at the time]). She's very grateful for what he's done for her, believing that the skills she now has can bring herself closer to Hibiki by being useful to her."

"But here's the catcher: her blessing doesn't work in the way she had hoped. Because surprise! Divine Luck has it's own set of rules despite being able to break reality as long as the chances aren't zero. Basically, Divine Luck can make you better at anything, get you anything, without having to go through the process of improving or skipping the steps that are needed to get the result, simply jumping to the result itself. However, out of everything it can change, from skills to getting someone shelter to just winning any kind of luck-based event, it cannot change a person's heart. And Kanade, despite having the skills that are "supposed" to bring her closer to her sister, only makes Hibiki even more jealous and she continues to bully her, going as far as to push her workload onto her now that she's so "good" at everything and proclaiming that she's just as good, if not better. Her blessing got her what she wanted but not what she needed in her case, unlike with the rest of Void, and she ends up paralleling Mikado as despite being blessed with Divine Luck, it did not make them better or improve their situation due to their own choices/how they used their blessing (Mikado because he constantly pursued Utsuro to the point committing crime after crime, Kanade because instead of standing up for herself and establishing her boundaries, she continued to support her sister no matter what, something that only ends up building the resentment in her heart). That's not to say that Hibiki isn't instigating most of the abuse, she is. But Kanade isn't making things better as she uses her skills to make herself seem like the better option in comparison to the people Hibiki wants to hang out with and get to know, even going as far as to scare them away to isolate Hibiki so she doesn't even have any options to choose from."

"And then, Chapter 3 rolls around and Hibiki starts to change, trying to be supportive of the group and take charge to help everyone get through the killing game. It…surprises Kanade, but she watches her sister change and grow, becoming more confident, cheerful, kinder…

…And she realizes that she hates it.

She hates the thought of her sister changing. She hates the thought of her being kinder after everything she's done to her. She hates the thought of Hibiki growing closer to these people, becoming attached and happy without her, Kanade, her own sister.

She hates the thought of being left alone again. She hates the thought that Hibiki is going to leave her again.

She hates it, she hates it, she hates it.

She hates her.

But she loves her.

She wants her to be with her, forever.

So why won't she ever look her way?

Why, why, why?

Kanade is spiraling in her head, trying to keep up her shy, sweet side up but gritting her teeth the whole time as she watches. Even when Hibiki is being kinder to her, still making her usual jokes about her but is actually trying to prop her sister up a bit more, it's only because Sora and Setsuka had suggested her to be kinder, not because she wants to. At least, that's what Kanade thinks. She doesn't want to believe her sister is changing for the better, that she's able to change at all, that she's going to leave her behind for other people again.

And when Setsuka tries to reach out to her on the third day…Kanade finally snaps.

She tears into Setsuka, accusing her of stealing her sister away from her, for giving her ideas to be better when she can't, she should never be better than she already is because if she is, she'll just abandon her and leave her all alone. Her stupid, cowardly sister can't ever hope to be on her own, she always has to rely on her, HER, not anyone else…and definitely not SETSUKA!

And before Kanade knew it, she lunges at Setsuka.

The scuffle was short…but the result was predictable."

"To elaborate a little bit more on Setsuka, she's was still pretty distant from the group as she was focused on doing what she needs for Nikei and stuff. But after Hibiki starts to break down a little and reaches out to Setsuka for help, she commits herself to stabilizing the group once more, supporting Hibiki and telling her and everyone else that she has something to tell them. But Kanade, watching this entire scene, only starts to become even more on edge as Hibiki, once again, reaches out to someone else instead of her. Despite trying to "change," Hibiki had so easily broken down once more, crying and begging for help, relying on another person for support and to "fix" everything for her. And that convinces Kanade that Hibiki can't change, she won't EVER change, and she bitterly goes to bed. But Setsuka notices Kanade's displeasure and, not knowing why she's unhappy, decides to take matters into her own hands and have a one-on-one talk with her to see if she [can] help. Unfortunately, this decision backfires on her hard, resulting in her own death.

Now, unlike in canon, Kanade panics as this was the first time she's EVER committed a murder before. Sure, she's harassed, blackmailed, and even threatened people that tried to get close to Hibiki before with violence, people that would only take her away from her. But she didn't…she never…she didn't mean to do this! But, no, Setsuka…No, no. Why should she regret this? Why should she apologize?

Setsuka was getting in the way. Setsuka was going steal her sister away.

And Hibki was still the same as she ever was. Not being "better," not ever "changing." She was still Hibiki, the bully, the sister, the bratty, snappy, fussy older sister that demands respect despite her cowardly, weak self. A sister that Kanade deeply loves…and hates."

"But she won't let her die her. She'll escape with her, a certain "ritual" should allow her to escape with her as it's an option for the blackened on the third island according to Monocrow. If she goes through with that, she can escape with her sister…and make sure she'll never change again.

But if she loses…then she'll die. She'll die…

…and she'll take Hibiki with her. For she doesn't deserve to live without her.

Kanade goes through with the ritual as fast as she could, relying on her skills (and thus her luck) to succeed in framing Hibiki and nearly gets away with it.

But, unbeknownst to her due to her current memories, Kanade's luck has been dwindling and since her situation wasn't as dire as Void's, hers has been fading away far faster than them. And ends up making a few mistakes that seem innocent enough until it all starts to pile up, with one last conclusive evidence fucking her over and revealing her to be the true culprit.

Kanade is seething when she's caught, her ego bruised and lamenting how the hell she lost, with Syobai dryly stating that her luck has run out. Kanade laughs, saying that can't be true. She's always been lucky! She's always been able to get things her way, even when she has no friends outside of Hibiki. This tips both Mikado and Nikei off that, hey, wait a minute, is she…? Of course, neither of them speak up on it due to keeping their own plans close to their chest. Everyone asks her why, why did she do it, with Hibiki grabbing her sister, begging her why she would do something like this, why would Kanade frame her of her best friend's death? A death that she caused?

And Kanade, after years of bottling up her own resentment…finally blows up at Hibiki."

"She tells her off for her bullying, of her neglecting to pay attention or spend any time with her unless she wanted something from her, and pushing all the things she doesn't want to do onto her. She proclaims that she had ALWAYS hated everything she's done to Kanade, wishing she could've done anything else, wishing that, for once in their goddamn lives, that they did something she wanted to do, not because Hibiki had chosen it. All Kanade had ever wanted was her love and affection, but she never appreciated her or all the things she's done for her. [She even went] as far to change herself to try and appeal to her sister and her wants and needs. And yet…despite everything, she still loves her. She loves the times when they would dress up together. She loves the times when they would perform together. She loves it when Hibiki actually cares for her. She loves her, because she's her sister…

And because Setsuka was getting in the way of that, she had to get rid of her. Just like everyone else…!

Everyone freezes when Kanade admits that out loud. She pauses when she realized what she said, but instead of apologizing [or even denying it], she doubles down. She admits that she drove away their childhood friend, she admits to spreading false rumors about their teacher and getting him fired, she admits to falsifying a hurtful rejection to a guy Hibiki was getting close to and pretended to be her so that she can ruin their chances of getting together when he finally confessed, she harrassed, blackmailed, threatened people that got close…and Setsuka was just another person on a long list of those that got in the way. She just…didn't mean to kill her. It just…happened. But Kanade…doesn't care about that. She doesn't care about anything anymore. It's apparent that her luck ran out…and now she's going to die.

But she's not dying alone. She refuses to die alone.

[After all, they're] sisters, right…? It's only right that they stay together till the bitter end, right?"

"Hibiki tries to back away, but Kanade grabs her just as Monocrow drags her into her execution, bringing her with them."

"The execution goes almost exactly the same but Kanade is doing her damndest to make sure Hibiki dies with her, with Hibiki trying to escape. And it seems like it was going to happen…until Hibiki beats the hell out of her with a microphone, crying and wailing for all the people Kanade had hurt in her name, demanding why, why, why. Kanade can only answer this:

"It was ALL for you. You and you alone."'

"Hibiki drops the microphone, backing away from the sister that was so possessive of her, in her hatred and love.

And then she runs away, leaving Kanade all alone.

Monocrow doesn't stop her, for this execution was only made for Kanade…and seeing her despair as she finally loses the one thing she had tried so hard to grasp onto slip away from her was enough for him to pull the lever, the platform underneath Kanade falling and killing her.

By the time Hibiki has made it back to the trial grounds, her gait is slow and unsteady, hugging herself as she stares down at her feet, processing what had just happened. What her sister had done. What she had done to everyone she knew. What she had done to Setsuka and Hibiki herself.

Why she had done it.

She had done it for her.

She had done it to keep Hibiki to herself.

She had done it because she both loved and hated Hibiki.

And the people that had been hurt because of Kanade…was because of her. Because of Hibiki. Because of all her bullying and her selfish wants, and because she didn't treat her like she should've treated her as a sister…! Because she's a horrible, awful person that hurt her own family until it was too late, her best friend dead, her sister, dead! All because of her…!!

Hibiki falls to her knees, going into dissociation as everything that she ever thought she knew and was normal shattered like glass."

"Hibiki, for the rest of the killing game, blames herself for what Kanade has done, but with Sora and co.'s help, she's able to rationalize that yes, what she did to Kanade was horrible and none of this may have happened if Hibiki had just bonded with her sister instead of bullying her…but Kanade had also made her own decisions, alienating Hibiki's friends and support from her to try and isolate her so she can try and force her to rely on her and her alone. Hibiki had done a lot of wrong that she probably can't ever make up now that Kanade is dead, but that doesn't excuse the awful actions Kanade has done either as many people were hurt from her own actions, one even losing his job and others probably traumatized from what she did to them. They were both toxic to each other and so long as neither of them were changing, that cycle was only going to continue until something broke between them…and this just so happened to be it. It's just horrible that it also ended in Setsuka's death alongside Kanade's, who was just as much a victim as she was a perpetrator."

"As for the reveal in Chapter 6, I was thinking of two options for Hibiki and Kanade's relationship:

The two of them, despite years [of] staying together as sisters and as a part of Melody Rhythm, only ended up falling apart as their toxicity turned their head as one of Kanade's past victims, their childhood friend, decides to finally come out and reveal everything Kanade has done to her and other people, even providing evidence of what she did. And the moment Hibiki found out about it, a public argument breaks out between them and Kanade finally spills out everything about her feelings on Hibiki, which only hurts both of them as Kanade had tried so hard to isolate Hibiki from other people while Hibiki had only hurt and bully her sister out of jealousy for years. But this? This was enough for Hibiki to stand up and go, "We're done here." And she leaves, cutting ties with Kanade for the shit she's done to others but also left reeling at the revelation of what her bullying and abuse had done to her sister. Was this…her fault? She wasn't sure. But she knew [she] had to make things right somehow, even if it's only for herself, reflecting on her behavior and reaching out to those that were hurt by Kanade, apologizing for everything that had happened even though it wasn't her fault that she chose to do the things she did and tried to make it up to them…if they want her, at least. [Meanwhile,] Kanade is PISSED that her sister left her, who went as far as to block her from her phone and even ending their contract as Melody Rhythm as she's left to deal with the fallout of the media bashing her for what she's done…but as time went on, Kanade is able to pick up the pieces and strikes out on her own, telling herself that she doesn't need Hibiki or the people that criticizes her for what she's done. She can do this by herself! She never openly apologizes, but she never says outright that she's happy with how things had turned out either, despite getting her career back on track…eventually."

"And then the Tragedy happens, they lose their parents, and one of two things happen.

Either 1.) the Tragedy brings them back together, with them starting off very reluctantly working together to do charities to help those in need, only to slowly and carefully rebuild their relationship while trying very hard not to fall back into bad habits as Hibiki admits that yeah, she's done a lot of horrible things to Kanade and she IS sorry for that…but she won't let Kanade hurt anyone anymore. She's trying very hard to be patient with her sister, as they know the Tragedy is a horrible thing to go through, they even lost their parents from it…but if they want to make things work, then something has to change between them, even if Hibiki is the only one taking the initiative FOR the change. Kanade is very reluctant to admit that she was EVER in the wrong for what she did…but as they continue work and bicker over the concerts they put together, their different ideas colliding but somehow coming together with the help of their coordinator, they start to…actually bond again. They start to talk things out, Hibiki is actually trying to show interest in her hobbies and the things she likes, and while she can never bring herself to like the same things she does, she's trying to be respectful and give her the time of day this time. She's trying to make things right for her, so long as Kanade never does the things she did again. And while Kanade doesn't like the same things Hibiki does, it's still a bond Hibiki is trying to nurture…and it makes Kanade question if what she did was ever necessary, that if she had just stood her ground, let Hibiki form her own relationships while searching for her own friends that she can rely [on] like the ones she had now…then maybe none of this would have happen. Maybe they could've remain as sisters, forever, if she just accepted their differences and tried to break away and do her own thing, while letting Hibiki grow as a person [as I think if Hibiki was allowed to bond with other people, she would've grew out of her bullying and become a better person, but because she never had the chance or had people that would stand up to her and let her experience the consequences of her own actions, she never grew out of that mindset as she was never put in her place before]…

[And then the killing game happens, reverts them back to their teenage selves, and they start their toxic cycle all over again until one of them literally kills and gets executed for it.]"

"Or 2.), Kanade and Hibiki remain separate, as not even the Tragedy and the death of their own parents can bring them together. Their parents funeral, one they tried to arrange anyways, only escalates into another argument, with Hibiki changing as a person…but Kanade did not. She still feels entitled to be Hibiki's one and only sister, her one and only support, and Hibiki recognizes that, deciding that it was safer that they stay separated as she NEVER wants to risk anyone else she loves coming to harm thanks to Kanade. The two part ways, with the both of them doing their own separate charity events, with Hibiki proclaiming that Kanade Otonokoji is not her sister, [not anymore], while Kanade proclaims that Hibiki Otonokoji will always be her sister, and refuses to acknowledge the fact that she had been disowned and will continue to be disowned for the rest of their lives."

"Either way, Hibiki is depressed to realize that their future together was never forever, and Hibiki had lost her sister…one way or another."

And that's it! That's the concept rewrite, plus the sprite edits since Kanade and Hibiki are no longer together as sisters and as a band outside of the Neo World Program, so their appearances reflect on that as they pursue their own solo careers. They're no longer trying to match each other, and Kanade pursues her own rock and metal music.

Oh, and while I was copying and pasting this, I had an idea that Kanade's relationship with Sora could be interesting as she's the only one that Kanade is actually okay with getting close to Hibiki...because Sora shows interests in both of them in their FTEs. She talks to Hibiki in private about her treatment of Kanade and even asked Kanade herself if she was okay as she genuinely cares about her just as much as she cares about Hibiki. This surprises Kanade as no one has ever bothered to look her way before, they always pay more attention to Hibiki than herself. And Sora makes it clear that she's genuine about this, asking her if there's anything she can do to make things better for Kanade when Hibiki is defensive about her actions. It makes Kanade feel...seen, for once in her life, and she actually likes that. So she allows Sora to get close, so long as she promises to continue being her friend, too. It's why Sora succeeds in befriending both twins while Setsuka ended up getting rejected by Kanade in the worse possible way: Setsuka unintentionally added to Kanade's insecurities by focusing mostly on Hibiki and overlooked Kanade's needs as well. She's not doing this out of ill-will, far from it. It's just that she recognized that Hibiki is a little weaker in her mental strength and her breakdowns were far easier to notice while Kanade was able to keep a cool head most of the time. So Setsuka prioritizes on supporting Hibiki first and foremost, thinking that Kanade can handle herself fine on her own. She's not completely wrong...but she's not right, either. By the time she finally notices that Kanade is hurting and reaches out to support her, it's already too late as she's finally reached her breaking point and snapped, which resulted in her own death. Just a little something to tie this whole thing off.

[tomkaulitzssgirl]

Hii can I pls request Tom proposing to the reader and how he would get the band in on it? Omg and bills reaction to him saying he wants to get married please 🥹 thank you!!

The One With The Proposal | Tom Kaulitz

tom kept pacing back and forth in the small studio room, his head completely lost in thoughts. he kept rubbing his chin, anxiety filling his body.

bill looked at his twin brother suspiciously as he smoked a cigarette, he sensed something troubled him even before meeting him at the studio. twin things he guessed.

“tom, can you tell me what’s wrong?” he asked after some minutes, frustrated with how he was acting.

tom sighed stopping in his tracks, a small smile crept on his face before he started chuckling.

“nah, man, you lost it.” bill muttered shaking his head as he inhaled the smoke.

“n-no, i didn’t.” tom shook his head taking a deep breath in and exhaling, “it’s just that…i’m planning to ask y/n to marry me.” he blurted out.

bill choked on the smoke and coughed, looking at his brother like he was a crazy man. “yeah, you definitely lost it! what? you? married?”

tom kept a grin on his face as he nodded, “i swear i’m planning this huge thing! i want to propose to her infront of everyone on stage! make her cry and shit.”

bill’s jaw touched the ground, his brother was actually serious about this, and that scared him. tom was never good in relationships, hell he only had nightstands or dated someone for like a week before he met y/n.

and now he was here, talking about getting married.

suddenly excitement hit bill and he got up, “i’m gonna help you with everything! first of all, do you have a ring?”

tom nodded, “of course, it was expensive as hell but i didn’t care. for her i would spend everything i got.”

“do you want to put like a text on the big screen when you will ask her? like oh my god! let’s blindfold her and make her read it!” bill grabbed his arm as he talked about his idea with a light in his eyes, that was soon put out my tom.

“nah, the fuck? i will just interrupt the show and bring her over.” he shook his head as bill looked at him annoyed.

“my idea was better.” he whispered as tom left the studio.

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everything was perfect. everything was planned. tom was sweating as they got on stage. bill was the only one that knew about the plan.

y/n was behind the scenes, smiling happily as she watched him play his loved guitar. she loved the passion he had for their music, it was inspiring.

“and now…” bill started to speak as the song ended, looking over at tom.

“it’s my time to speak…” tom began to say, turning over to you with his arm stretched out.

you looked at him confused before feeling someone grab your arm. you turned around and smiled brightly at the sight of your friend, samuel. he worked for the band.

he began talking to you and telling you that he had to say something important and took you away from the spot.

“tom? tom?” bill kept calling him as he was just looking at you, fire in his eyes. bill saw what he was looking at, “oh shit.”

“fuck it.” tom mumbled turning around, “let’s play the next song alright?” he said into the mic making the crowd scream as bill started to introduce the song.

he hated him. he hated samuel. he saw how he looked at you, with lust in his eyes. he never liked him being around you.

when the show ended, bill touched his shoulder in support. tom just nodded, making him understand that he was alright but in reality he was pissed off.

bill explained everything to georg and gustav next.

“i think i saw her going with him.” gustav commented with a unsure look.

“yeah me too, i saw him bringing her there as we played.” georg agreed, whispering to bill so tom didn’t hear them.

tom got changed, putting on a random t-shirt and some sweatpants. “where the fuck is y/n?” he asked to nobody exactly as he walked around furiously.

as he walked, he heard your voice coming from the staff room. he stood behind the wall, listening to what you were saying.

“i-i’m sorry samuel but it isn’t reciprocated. i told you. i only love tom.” your voice was apologetic but also firm.

“what do you see in him anyways?” samuel spat out angrily, “he was a fuckboy before, that should make you think of how many girls he could be fucking behind your back.”

you gasped, your hand over your heart as he said that. “tom would never cheat on me! we are in a stable relationship. just get over this, i said no.”

“let’s see if you say no to this.” tom heard samuel say before he kissed you.

you tried to get away but couldn’t. tom immediately barged into the room and pushed him away from you, before getting on top of him and punching him over and over.

“tom! tom stop!” you screamed in tears before going to call everyone. on your own you couldn’t really do much, tom was stronger than you.

“tom! jetzt ist genug!” (now, stop!) bill yelled as him, georg and gustav took him away from samuel, who was now bleeding from his face.

people from the staff helped him up and carried him away.

you stared at tom in shock, he had never been this violent infront of you. sure you had seen him punch walls or throw stuff when he got mad (never when he argued with you), but you never saw him hit someone.

his hands were all bloody, dripping on the floor.

he was staring at you as if it was your fault.

“tom…i…” you tried to come closer to him so you could touch him, but he backed away, his nostrils flaring.

“shut the fuck up! i’m tired of this shit. i always told you i didn’t like him but you wanted to play friend with this bastard.” he shouted at you, making your eyes go wide, “i’m done. it’s done.”

you watched him get away from the guys’s grip violently before storming out, slamming the door when he arrived to his changing room.

you quietly started crying as you were shaking, before breaking down in sobs when bill hugged you.

georg and gustav came closer as well, stroking your back to comfort you.

“h-he broke up with me.” you sobbed into bill’s chest and he sighed, “he will change his mind. he’s just angry now.”

you hoped he was right.

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meanwhile tom was pacing in his room through the disaster he created by breaking things. pacing, just like he did in the morning, but this time it was out of anger.

anger and regret.

he regretted blaming it on you when he saw exactly that you were telling that asshole no.

but anger took over him and he didn’t reflect.

with a sigh, he sat down on the couch, taking his head in his hands. taking a cigarette out, he lighted it up, inhaling the toxic substance as he laid back.

suddenly, a knock on the door made him hope it was you, since he was too prideful to come look for you, but instead, bill, georg and gustav came in.

he rolled his eyes, not saying anything as he looked out of the window.

“a pleasure to see you too.” gustav sarcastically commented making georg chuckle, before faking a cough.

bill sighed, looking at the mess around him, “tom, you gotta talk to her.”

“no.” he shook his head, he knew bill was right but didn’t want to admit it.

“it wasn’t her fault tom, she told us everything. she tried to tell him to stop.” gustav explained sitting next to him. brave.

“tom, you remember this morning? you were so happy to make her yours forever? now you want to let that go because of that dick?” bill lectured him.

“exactly, you can’t let someone just come in and ruin everything. if you do, you don’t love her enough.” georg added, making tom’s head turn to him quickly.

“i don’t love her enough?! i just bashed someone’s skull for her! talking about not loving her. scheiße.” he scoffed pointing at himself before shaking his head.

“i’m just saying, you want her? go get her. forget this bullshit. especially since it wasn’t her fault.”

tom breathed in and out, putting out his cigarette. georg was right.

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“what? guys i’m not in the mood.” you rolled your eyes as bill, gustav and georg pushed you out of your room, a smile on their faces.

“don’t worry, you’ll thank us.” bill said chuckling as he blindfolded you.

“where are we even going? it’s two am.” you shook your head as you let them guide you.

“just shut up and wait.” gustav said, placing you infront of him.

“what? why is it cold here? hey, why’s my voice echoing? guys? guys!” you called out and groaned when no one answered. their prank. again.

you took the blindfold off immediately, throwing it on the ground before gasping at the sight that was waiting for you.

you were on the stage, candles placed in a heart shape infront of you as roses formed the words ‘WILL YOU MARRY ME?’

your hands found their way to your face as a small yelp left your mouth. tears started running down your cheeks.

arms suddenly wrapped around your waist, small kisses being left on your neck.

“will you?” tom whispered in your ear.

you turned around, wrapping your arms around his neck as you nodded over and over.

“y-yes!” was all you could say as your crying made it impossible for you to speak.

tom hungrily kissed you, your tongues dancing together as he held you against his body, like he was scared of losing you.

“i’ll never let anyone ruin us. never.” he whispered, placing his forehead against yours.

and you knew he meant it. he meant every word.

a/n: hope you like it! <3

[judysxnd]

I have an idea for pedro × reader

They get into a fight about something and the reader leaves the house . She comes back hours later and see pedro worried and angry searching for her for hours so he is mad but they finally make up . ( romantic ending please)

I’ve seen another person writing one similar request. I like the idea ! I actually like better what I wrote here than the smut (if we can even call it that) I wrote last night 😂 is this romantic enough at the end?

I’m coming back to my place tomorrow hopefully I’ll feel better than this past week at my parents!

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You were sitting on the couch, watching tv when your phone rang. Pedro was in the kitchen, cleaning the dishes from lunch. You got up, thinking your phone was on the coffee table, or even the couch, but nothing.

“P? Have you seen my phone?” He turned around, looking for it.

“Yes on the counter”

“Thanks!” You said, grabbing your phone. It was work. Pedro might have seen it too because of what he said.

“Why is your work calling you on a Sunday afternoon?” You simply shrugged, showing him that you didn’t know why. But you actually knew why. You were on a big project. You had to organize a presentation, prepare an entire event on it, and at the same time, write at least twenty pages about it. You loved you job, you really did, but you hated those periods because you had to do everything alone. You had no coworkers on this, it was a one person project.

Every month works like that. Each month it’s a different person, thank god you are around twenty to work there, but it obviously had to be you at some point. Pedro knew how important it was for you, but he didn’t like how nervous and stressed out your were. You became a workaholic during this month, spending most of your time working, and doing nothing else.

It didn’t help knowing that it was actually a slow month for Pedro too. He didn’t have anything big, just a couple of interviews and photo shoots here and there. He had a lot of free time, but that wasn’t your case. Pedro was being very nice about it, you had to put with his crazy schedule the rest of the year, he could live with it for you just for a month. It was hard, but manageable. You also made a deal. Next weekend, you were going out. He found a tiny cabin lost in the woods, and thought it would be a good way to disconnect a little. So he rented it for next week.

You hoped you didn’t get the phone call you were actually having. Because even if you knew it was about your project, you didn’t know that they had move your schedule. Instead of having two weeks to finalize everything, and write your report, you only had one. They apparently had to, they had no choice, “corporate took their decision”. Sure. And it had to be you. So now, you had to find a way to tell Pedro that you couldn’t leave next week, because the event was now on Saturday.

He must have sensed it. Probably the way you walked back to the kitchen, the way you were playing with your phone, how you avoid eye contact, and how your mood changed.

“Bad news right?” You nodded. You leaned on the counter behind him, playing with your phone. He wasn’t even looking at you anymore.

“They changed my schedule” now you were staring at him, waiting for any kind of reaction, but nothing. He didn’t realize it was about next weekend. “The event is now next week” he finally turned around, looking at you.

“Are you going to be okay?” You were confused

“I’m a little behind but I think I’ll manage, but- are you?”

“Me? Yeah why?”

“My event. Is next week.. end” he suddenly stared at you

“Next Saturday?”

“Yes”

“And you said yes”

“I didn’t really have the choice”

“Why?”

“Corporate, apparently”

“That’s just some lame excuses. So what’s the real reason?”

“I don’t know that’s what they told me!”

“You didn’t ask?” Pedro was getting really annoyed. His voice got a little bit lower, but louder.

“I tried!”

“I didn’t really hear you try”

“Why are you mad at me? It’s not my fault!”

“You could have said no maybe?”

“Oh yeah so they could fire me and find someone else to do my job?”

“They would not fire you for that”

“Oh yes they would! It’s not acting here, I can’t do whatever I want, there are rules”

“Because there are not in my career?”

“I never said that!” The fight was going nowhere, you were just pissed and saying the first thing coming to your mind. It didn’t really make sense, for the both of you, but you just went with it anyway.

“Can’t you call them back?”

“For what? They chose to move the event one week sooner. I just have to get ready for it”

“But we rented”

“Can’t you call them?”

“What if I don’t want to?” Pedro was getting sassy

“And what if I don’t want to?” You crossed your arms “why do we have to do what you want, never what I want?” Pedro didn’t say anything, you couldn’t stop staring at him. “You know how much I love my job. And he’ll, you’re the one always on the move, working your ass off 24/7, and you don’t hear me complaining! I do it for one month and you can’t deal with it?” That’s when you had enough. You didn’t want to hear what he had to say. You let go of your phone and left towards the door.

“Where are you going?” You didn’t say anything. You grabbed your keys, and just left the house. “Y/n wait!” Pedro ran outside, but you were already in your car, leaving the house.

You drove for what seemed forever, not even knowing where you were going. You kind of dissociated the entire time. You finally stopped, feeling thirsty. After buying an iced coffee, you went back to your car, thinking. You and Pedro never really fought. They were some misunderstandings sometimes, some disagreements, but never big fights like that one.

It is true that you never said anything while Pedro was away filming or doing press tour or interviews or whatever. But you realized that’s because he was always calling you, sending you some gifts if he was in another country, or even making you fly to him every time you could. Maybe you needed to find more time for him too, to find a way to prioritize him like he did with you.

While you were away, Pedro was pacing in the house. Feeling a huge amount of guilt. He got scared he pushed you away too much, that it was your last straw, that you were leaving for good. After thinking, he found his reaction childish. So what, you were working a lot for a short amount of time and he couldn’t handle it? After everything you went through for him? The rent was just an excuse. Oh the many times he had to delay dinner, the dates you never had because he had to film longer than expected. Maybe you should wait for y/n’s project to be over before renting anything.

At some point he decided to call you. But after hearing your phone on the counter, he got pissed. The only time you forget to take your phone with you. What if something happens? An accident? Anything! He would not know.

So he grabbed his keys, and decided to go look for you. He first went to your favorite place, a spot he had found outside of town, hoping finding you, but nothing. He then went to your best friend’s house, but they were no cars, so you weren’t there. He went to the planetarium, he remembered how you loved watching stars, and how much you were amused by the animation they had of the planets, but you were nowhere to be found.

He decided to go back home, you could be anywhere, the city was to big to find you. At some point you had to come back, so it would be better to wait at home. Once he was there, again, he couldn’t stop pacing. The sun was setting, and you were still not back. He kept looking at your phone, wishing you had taken it. He also smoked a lot, being extremely anxious.

Finally you came back home, around 8pm, more 9pm actually. Pedro didn’t eat, neither did you. You got tired driving around, the anger had left your body, you were calmer so you decided to come back. You barely entered the house that Pedro ran to you, and hugged you tight.

“Oh thank god you’re back” he whispered. You felt guilty, leaving like that. “I thought something happened, you didn’t have your phone, I looked everywhere for you” you parted. He played with your hair, looking at you anxiously

“I’m sorry, I needed some air, and I got coffee and just kept driving arou- wait you said you looked for me?”

“Yes! I went to your favorite places, but I didn’t find you”

“I’m sorry” you said hugging him again. “I shouldn’t have left like that”

“Yes please do not do that next time. I think we both overreacted on this one, but don’t scare me like that please”

“I’m sorry” you stayed silent for a few seconds. “And you were right I’m sorry”

“No I wasn’t, I’m never here, I work way too much, for once it’s your turn, I should handle it, it’s just that you really need it, and I miss you”

“I’m sorry, I miss you too” you we’re still hugging each other. “But also, I should be able to find time for you, like you always do for me”

“Then it’s settled, no more complaining and more time for us” you looked at each other smiling

“Yes. I love you too much to fight over stupid things like this”

“I couldn’t agree more” he said, caressing your back with his right hand, while the other was on your cheek. Pedro kissed your forehead. “And I love you more” you blushed

“Did you eat?”

“Nope”

“Good. Because I’m starving”

“Do you feel like cooking?”

“Hell no”

“Uber?”

“You read my mind” you both ordered your food, and devoured it in front of a movie on the couch, sitting next to each other.

Sometimes when you’re both worked up it’s hard not to lash out on the first person you see. Guess you both did that to each other. But you felt better, you both did. Releasing this tension.

You spent the evening chilling like that, not thinking about the extremely hard week coming for you, just enjoying your time with your boyfriend, in your own bubble. Nothing else mattered at the moment.

[cheeeeseburger]

Dream girl Part 4

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Sidney Crosby x Reader

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A/N: I had something else completely written for this part but somehow I lost it so anyway here's part 4! English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes, enjoy!

“Yeah dude, some fucking pipe broke and now there’s water all over our goddamn new condo.” Like usual, Sid was busy listening to your boyfriend’s convo, trying to gather some info on you. Apparently, something broke in the brand-new condo that you and your boyfriend just bought together. Sidney knew all about it. After your almost-kiss, he though his heart had suffered enough for the week until he saw that fucking post on your Instagram. You were holding the key, and he was holding you, and Sidney just wanted to disappear forever.

Anyway. That must be why you didn’t attend a single game this week. Must have been too busy. Sidney was relieved. So you weren’t avoiding him. You still hadn’t replied to his texts saying he was sorry for almost kissing you, but at least you were not actively trying to escape him. His heart warmed a little in his chest.

“Oh man, that sucks. You haven’t even lived a month in it!” Another young defenseman chimed in. The story was getting real interesting now.

“Yet they still expect a payment every week. What a bunch of assholes. And they won’t fix it until another month! I mean, do they expect me and my girlfriend to live in a hotel for another fucking month?” For once, he could sympathize with the rookie. Yeah, it must suck to live in a hotel. He especially thought about you. You had to hate it. He had to do something about it.e H

Sometimes, love makes you stupid. It was one of these occasions. Sidney would ask you to move in with him. Temporarily, of course. With the boyfriend included.

It had got to be his worst idea yet. But it seemed he couldn’t keep the words from spilling out: “I have a basement you guys could use.”

So nice. So helpful. So generous. Yet so selfish. Sidney Crosby, what a nice guy, eh?

Of course, your boyfriend agreed on the spot, not bothering to check beforehand with you. He didn’t understand why you were freaking out, and it had to stay that way.

Two days later, you were knocking on the captain’s door, suitcase in hand. How could this go wrong?

At first, Sidney thought he could manage. It wasn’t like you were always there. Most of the time, you were hiding from him anyway. He wanted to talk to you about the moment you almost had right there in his kitchen, but it was hard with the rookie always being there.

Honestly, the first week went well. Sure, he found a thong in his batch of laundry and the image of you wearing it drove him mad, but everything was going well.

Until he heard it. That first moan, the first clue that you were arching your back for someone that wasn’t him. Sidney felt his heart sink in his stomach. He wanted to turn on the TV to forget the angelic noise, but he heard it again. This time, it was louder, needier. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t move.

Against his will, Sidney’s hand made its way underneath his pants. The effect you had on him was crazy. Your voice only got louder, echoing through the walls of his home. He began to stroke himself.

Faintly, he could hear the noises your boyfriend made, but he decided to ignore them. Pretending to be the one making you moan was simply too good. It sounded like you were matching Sid’s tempo better than his anyway. When your screams began to be louder and more frequent, he picked up the pace. He just knew that you were getting close, and so was he, but he wanted his girl to finish first.

His girl. That lie almost made him come on the spot. He threw his head back and imagined you were doing the same. He wished you were riding his thigh.

Suddenly, the bed in his basement stopped creaking. Your boyfriend thanked everyone but you for existing as he finished. He was done and apparently, for him, it meant that you were done too. Sidney called bullshit on that immediately.

There was no way you were feeling satisfied after that. You and Sidney were on the same pace, and he was nowhere near finished. Sure, a few minutes ago you seemed closed, but the fucking rookie was selfish. So selfish that he had to ruin the pleasure of two people that night.

Sid was so pissed for you. You deserved that orgasm. If you were his girl, he would’ve made you come twice already, with a third time coming soon. He would let you rest awhile only to rock your world harder a few moments later. Every single night.

Of course, Sidney was frustrated for himself too. He had no choice but to take a shower, because there was no way he would be able to sleep without getting some kind of satisfaction. The warmth of your mouth would be better, but the palm of his hand and the hot water would have to do for the night.

It didn’t take long for him to get right back on track. Now that he didn’t have your moans as background music, he thought of all the way he would make you come.

For the first time, of course, it would have to be sweet. After all, he was gentleman. He would worship you and tell you the million reasons why you were his dream girl. Only when you would be convinced that you’re an angel would he let himself think about finishing.

 He would have to eat you out next. His age was his biggest asset in that department. Guys his age knew how to take care of their girls. No way the rookie had ever used his tongue on you. Fucking idiot.

If he felt especially riled up one night, he would have to have you against a wall. He wanted to see the pictures trembling and the frames falling on the floor.

His next thought had him steadying himself on the wall. He wanted to have you somewhere he was sure your boyfriend would hear. Sidney had to let him know that only him could make you satisfied. After all, you were his dream girl.

That was all it took. He hoped the sound of the water would hide his grunts as he released all that frustration inside of him.

Yeah, he did feel guilty as he stepped out of the shower. I mean, he had just jacked off to the thought of you. But it wasn’t like it was the first time, nor would it be the last. Actually, he only felt guilty because he knew you weren’t feeling satisfied like he was right now. Sidney would have to change that soon.

[themultifandomgal]

Tommy Shelby- Out Of The Blue Pt2

Pt1 Pt3

Weeks pass by and Tommys teasing about YNs fiancé don't let up. In fact the more trips he took to London the more Tommys words stuck in her mind 'he obviously has a whore'. Doubt sets in her mind, was he actually away on business or was he with another woman?

Walking into the betting shop YN puts her bag down and pulls her coat of placing on the chair behind her desk. Tommy immediately walks out of his office

"YN I nee you to go to the garrison. Tell Harry I have a meeting there tonight 6:30"

"I've just walked in" YN groans

"Don't care" Tommy walks back into his office. YN puts her coat back on muttering about how Tommy actually hates her and does all of this on purpose.

When arriving at the garrison she hears a woman asking for her fiancé

"Excuse me but do you know where I might find Mr Alexander?" she asks Harry

"Why are you looking for my fiancé?" YN asks frowning

"Oh hello I'm his wife"

"Wife?!" YN shouts "don't you mean ex wife?"

"No. I'm his wife you must be YN YLN?"

"Yes. How do you know my name?"

"Well you didn't really think my George actually loves you right? Your in with the Shelby's am I not correct?"

"Your just some crazy ex girlfriend or ex wife who is trying to scare me off. Harry Tommy said he has a meeting tonight" YN turns around and leaves the Garrison and begins to make her way back to the betting shop.

That evening YN arrives home. She can hear George's voice, but he's not alone there's someone else here

"You can't just show up here. You could ruin everything!" George shouts. Not taking of her coat, frowning YN gently closes the front door and quietly makes her way to her shared bedroom where the voices are coming from

"You've been at this for over a year now. I thought you would have made your move by now"

"Are you jealous?"

"Of her? No, but do I like the idea of my husband warming another woman's bed even if he is just trying to get to the Shelby's? Yes of course it bothers me" YN feels like she's going to be sick hearing this

"Fine. I'll do it tonight. Tonight is the night I kill Thomas Shelby" a lump forms in YNs throat and her feet are immediately carrying her towards the Shelby's residence.

Knocking on the door Polly answers

"What are you...."

"Where's Tommy?" YN frantically asks

"At the garrison having his meeting"

"Shit"

"What's going on?"

"My fiancé is married and is only using me to kill Tommy and probably all of you"

"Did you know!" Polly shouts

"I wouldn't be stood here panicking if I knew Polly. Look I have to go warn him"

YN has never run so fast in her life. Arriving at the Garrison she doesn't care that Tommy is in the middle of a meeting. She bursts through the door panting

"YN what the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm so sorry Tommy I didn't know"

"Didn't know what?"

"YN what's wrong?" Johns soothing voice says

"It's George"

"What the fuck has he done?" John shouts anger laced in his voice "has he hurt you?"

"We'll fucking kill 'im" Arthur yells

"YN what is going on?" Tommy asks

"George. He's already married. He's been using me. He's coming to kill you all"

"Why are you only just telling us? Are you involved?" Tommy stands

"What no of course not. I just found out"

"John take YN home, Arthur..."

"No!" YN shouts "I can't go home. That's where they are"

"Fine. Stay here. John let's go"

It's been 30 minutes since the Shelby's left. YN sits at the bar waiting for them to return. Every time she hears the door of the Garrison open she looks hoping that her best friend and his brothers are walking in. But her heart drops every time, so by now she's given up looking at the door and just focus's on her drink in hand. Suddenly she jumps hearing what sounds like a gun shot going off. Looking up she sees him there, George. If he's here then where are the Shelby's?

"Tommy Shelby!" he shouts. So he doesn't know they went after him "where the fuck is he?

George points the gun at me "YN where is he?"

"I... I don't know"

"Fuck. You weren't meant to be here" YN frown getting off her chair

"Why? So you could kill the Shelby's then leave with their money to go back to your wife?"

"How do you..."

"Know? Because I walked into our house and heard everything"

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he shouts "this wasn't supposed to happen like this. This is your fucking fault" that's when YN feels a burning sensation in her abdomen and heard a ringing in her ears.

[brainddeadd]

Day Four

masterlist

You woke up on Day 4 with a fresh tactic: jealousy. Guys hate unnecessary drama, especially when it comes from over-the-top possessiveness. Today’s mission was simple—play the crazy jealous girlfriend and make Matt regret ever agreeing to go out with you.

If neediness didn’t faze him, irrational jealousy surely would. Right?

Step One: The Fake Freak-Out

When Matt texted to ask if you wanted to grab lunch, you responded immediately.

You: Sure! But only if there won’t be any cute waitresses 👀

His reply came back within seconds.

Boo Bear 💕🐻: Lol. You worried about the waitstaff?

You: I mean… not really, unless they hit on you 😡

You smirked. This was just the beginning.

Step Two: Lunch with a Side of Drama

You met Matt at a casual burger place downtown. As soon as you spotted him in his usual laid-back hoodie and jeans, you slid right into “territorial girlfriend” mode.

“Hey, handsome,” you said with a big smile. Then you leaned in—unnecessarily close—and kissed him on the cheek for good measure.

Matt grinned, completely unfazed. “Someone’s in a good mood.”

“Oh, definitely,” you said, looping your arm through his like a barnacle. “I just love being so lucky that no other girl can have you.”

Matt chuckled, clearly entertained. But the waitress, a sweet-looking brunette, didn’t stand a chance.

When she came to take your order, you gave her the dirtiest side-eye imaginable, just to make it weird.

Matt ordered a burger, and you leaned into him dramatically, narrowing your eyes at the waitress. “And make sure you bring the ketchup this time, okay, sweetheart?” You dragged the word sweetheart like you were marking territory.

The poor girl blinked, gave you a weird look, and left.

Matt raised his eyebrows but smirked. “You good over there?”

You shrugged with a tight-lipped smile. “Just making sure she knows what’s what.”

He tilted his head, like you were the most fascinating puzzle he’d ever encountered. “You jealous over the waitress?”

“Obviously,” you huffed. “I mean, who wouldn’t be? Look at you.”

Matt grinned, like this was the most fun he’d had all week. Why wasn’t he getting irritated?!

Step Three: The Fake Instagram Scroll

While waiting for your food, you casually pulled out your phone and scrolled through Instagram—except it wasn’t casual at all. You made sure Matt could see every exaggerated eye-roll you did.

“Who’s that?” you asked suddenly, holding your phone too close to his face.

Matt blinked. “Uh… what?”

“This girl! On your Instagram!” you said dramatically, pointing at a photo of him with a few friends. “She’s, like, all over your comments.”

“Oh,” Matt said with a laugh. “That’s just my cousin, Jenna.”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. “Mmm-hmm. ‘Cousin,’ sure.”

Matt snorted, clearly amused. “You’re unbelievable.”

“And you’re suspicious,” you shot back playfully. “I see everything, Matt.”

Instead of getting irritated, Matt leaned back, crossing his arms as if daring you to keep going. “You know,” he said with a grin, “this jealous girlfriend act is kinda cute.”

You nearly choked on your soda. He’s actually enjoying this?!

Step Four: Ambush at the Bar

After lunch, Matt suggested going to a local bar. Instead of turning down the idea (like a normal person), you took it as the perfect opportunity to kick the jealousy act into overdrive.

The moment you walked in, you clung to Matt’s arm like a barnacle. You gave every girl at the bar a suspicious glance, just in case someone dared look his way.

When the bartender—a blonde with a bright smile—asked for your order, you shot her a look that could curdle milk.

“He’ll have a whiskey,” you said firmly. “And make sure you remember it’s our whiskey night. Don’t get any ideas.”

Matt nearly doubled over laughing. “You’re ridiculous.”

You crossed your arms. “Just protecting what’s mine.”

His grin didn’t waver for a second. “Damn right, you are.”

The End of Day 4

By the time the night was over, you were convinced this man was unbreakable. No matter how many ridiculous stunts you pulled—flirty texts, public possessiveness, weird Instagram freak-outs—Matt just rolled with it. He even seemed to enjoy the chaos, which made absolutely no sense.

When you finally said goodnight at your door, Matt gave you a lazy smile that made your heart do a dumb little flip again.

“I gotta say,” he murmured, “this has been the most interesting four days of my life.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “You’re not supposed to enjoy this.”

Matt just chuckled and leaned in, brushing a kiss against your temple. “See you tomorrow, trouble.”

And just like that, he was gone—leaving you standing there, heart pounding, wondering why it was getting harder and harder to remember that this was all supposed to be a game.

[grumfield]

I'm not the same anon but I've recently been looking for some metas on consent in 2ha 😅. It's both for bettering my own understanding of the story through different perspectives and also for a 2ha fic i'm working on. Do you know any metas on this subject? or can you share your interpretation if that is okay with you? thanks!

I don’t know of any metas of the top of my head but I’d love to explain my own interpretation! I won’t go too much into overt spoilers but more just general vibe implications

2ha is like telling someone who’s being bit viciously by their dog that they’re a victim and while yes that’s technically true it’s then revealed that the dog has been put in a fighting pit its entire life, got a nice owner for 2 weeks, and then got put back in an even worse fighting pit where he’s horribly conditioned to exclusively bite and kill, and only 40 years later is he randomly set loose back in his nice owner’s old house.

2ha works in a way I like because the layers of who exactly is experiencing non-con (both sexual and otherwise) is a sort of little matryoshka doll reveal.

The most obvious—and one that everything revolves around—being Chu Wanning’s past life. He suffers the most straightforward abuse, he gives the most straightforward sacrifice. It’s very clear cut, and as a result you have a very comprehensive interplay of desire and fantasy. Dude essentially gets his rocks off to visions of his love interest as kindle unlimited alpha billionaire and it’s very clear that entertaining sex slave fantasy in the comfort of your own bed is not the same as experiencing IRL. Congrats Chu Wanning, you discovered BDSM scenes and submission! Surely that’s the extent of it for you and others (it’s not)

As for everyone else…

I can’t remember the exact quote but Mo Ran thinks about how as a child he was so poor that he never knew what he liked, and he didn’t actually have opinions on simple stuff like flavors or appearances or the gender of people because that was a luxury for the rich. It’s like that “maybe I would be nonbinary but I have a job” meme lmao . Wanting things, or not wanting them, or making decisions for yourself, is something that isn’t allowed for the poor. If you exist in a structure where you don’t even know what you want, you physically can’t.

Basically every other character who enacts or experiences noncon in all its strokes falls into this bucket. And it’s kind of the earliest instance we catch something explicitly laid out about consent beyond just strictly sexual, and how it very plainly lays out the definition of it as: any position where you do something you don’t want to do is noncon.

But you’re so distracted by the explicitly sexual dramatic yaoi discussions of attic wife sex dungeon noncon you don’t really give it much thought until later. But it’s crazy in retrospect because Meatbun gives us two characters who are a synthesis of these things—Rong Jiu and Song Quitong—really early on, who are both victims of poverty and as a result do and are subject to stuff that’s really terrible. Mo Ran just sucks bad and hates their guts so we’re a bit blind to it even though they came from really similar backgrounds (which kind of ties into a separate but equally interesting question Meatbun poses of if empathy and peace is something only afforded by people who are rich—Mo Ran wasn’t able to save earthworms until he was in a safe environment and had food in his belly).

The matryoshka doll goes further when we find out exactly what happened to Mo Ran, and THAT is what I love about it. That. Because very suddenly your entire idea of who the biggest victim in 2ha is goes from the very straightforward answer to one that’s significantly more complicated. Yes Chu Wanning is a victim but Mo Ran has been a victim since the moment he was born, and then in a brief heartbeat where he was allowed to grow and be kind, he was immediately subjected to the most violating horrific nightmarish thing could happen to him and dude STILL manages to hold some shred of humanity. I joke about Mo Ran being terrible and a piece of work and he is but my boy contains multitudes and he is also the nicest sweetest gentlest boy in the whole world who did nothing wrong (he did) (but also he didn’t) (but also he did) (but he—)

This plays a lot into a third character who I won’t say for spoilers but you’ll definitely know who I’m talking about if you’ve read the whole book!!

[4-linz]

Seven days a week.

Pairing: jungkook x reader

Genre: fluff, angst( if u squint idk)

Summary: jungkook really hated being rejected and when he took you out on a date after your ACTUAL date stood you up he did everything to make you fall in love with him.

A/n I tried to replicate what happened in the MV the best I could with out copying the song and just based this off if the vibes each day gives off :")

Wc. 1067k

At the top of the building a person stands on the edge, watching someone who seems…to be playing...on a crane?

That “person” on the building was me. And that “someone” was my crazy friend-jungkook-who offered me on a date because my ACTUAL date stood me up. Now I have to deal with his crazy nonsense because now I think he may have fallen in love with me or something. It was Monday when jungkook told me his offer and that very same night we went out. It started off nice, me complaining about all the things i didn't like about my new "relationship"if that's what you want to call it , you know how he told me he would ask me to be his girlfriend soon but 2 months in now i dont think thats going to happen. Back to the story, the “date” started nice but when the waitress asked if we were together he said YES?! I was a little over dramatic but come on we are like best friends so of course i'm going to be a little put off.

Tuesday came around and jungkook was literally hanging off my train. I was going home for the week because we got into a fight after we got home Monday. We live together and I hated being awkward in my own home so I wanted to leave for the week. And how did he find out I was leaving? I don't know because I never told him. So him HANGING OFF MY TRAIN was a little scary until he started talking. Well yelling so i could hear him through the glass. Talking about how he's sorry even though that shit eating smile on his face was still present. Jungkook only wanted me to come back home because he likes me and hates being rejected. When I tell you he has a big ego… it is worse than words can describe. His fluffy hair flowing in the wind, as much as i hate to admit it he was very attractive.

Wednesday comes around and jungkook apparently is loved by my parents because they let him stay with me at their house… sometimes I think they love him more than me. Now I'm at the laundromat and this man keeps following me. The store, the park, even the skate park and he doesn't even know how to skate. While he's sitting on one of the washing machines I'm putting away my moms clothes in the dryer and suddenly one of the pipes broke and the whole place was filling with water. I didn't want to die with this moron by my side so I tried to get out but he pulled me back. I eventually got Jungkook's hands off my waist to scold him about how we were now stuck in a flooded building, the only thing he said was he didnt want to die alone. I looked this grown man in the eye and I was like WHAT?! So u would rather kill 2 people then 1 and he.said.yes. At this point we were swimming, and I was trying to dodge the splashes his hands made when he fell back as I pushed him, mad that he put me in this situation. He was begging for me to forgive him at this point but I was having none of it. He was honestly kinda cute like this. Thankfully before I went further into my weird thoughts someone opened the shut door that had become harder to open because of the pressure the water was putting on it and it all flushed out leaving us and my moms clothes wet.

Thursday came around and he got hit by a biker and when he saw me- i was only there because my mom sent me to go get some food and i had no idea where he was, i was kinda hoping he left me alone- Jungkook tried to get out of the bed the ambulance people put him in. that man is crazy-Dedicated if you will-but i kinda respect that. And when he finally convinced the doctors he was totally fine- besides the fact that he was very much delulu and cray cray- he somehow found me in a crowd of people going in different directions and gave me flowers he bought from some random guy selling them on the street. Jungkook scares me sometimes, but of course when he told me what happened I was worried, I mean how did he know he was completely fine?! I think that just fed into his delusions more but I didn't care at that moment. He's still my friend even if he's delulu and I do still care about him.

Friday A huge storm came by and what was Jungkook doing? Following me to the house so i didn't “ get blown away” well maybe he should have looked at the wind speed because he tripped up and fell into a metal pole hurting his back… welp not my fault.

Saturday nothing really happened besides him being dramatic and laying in a casket acting as if he died from the fall. God he was crazy. And as I stood up and laughed at him calling him crazy and went out of the building I missed how Jungkook smiled when he saw me laugh.

And that brings us to today. Sunday where he rented a crane and a professional to drive it just so he could pull a stunt that scared the crap outta me. As I stood at the edge of the building watching Jungkook carefully making sure he didn't fall I thought about Monday where he raced after me when I stormed off mad and how he really was sorry. Tuesday when he literally was hanging on to a train that was going quite fast with one hand. Wednesday when the places flooded and how if he died he wanted it to be with me. Thursday when he bought me flowers even though he was hurt. Friday when he got hurt trying to watch over me. Saturday when he faked his death just so I could laugh at him and call him crazy. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. So as we walked back home I took his hand in mine and smiled at him. Maybe we can try this out. :)