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Sneak peak of something Iâm currently working on
#asks!#digital art#vladimir makarov#current wip#cod makarov#crying laughing at how long this ask is đ#christ almighty
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Thoughts on Jack's dream(MASSIVE main story spoilers ahead)
JACKS DREAM got me by the thROAT bc the more I analyze it the more angsty it feels and I alreadfy sobbed n cried and I must SCREAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMMM He's dreaming of the magift tournament but basically if..... if Leona's plan never took place....... If Leona actually WERE the hero Jack has idolized...... đ
First I gotta take note dosodkgkfdgjdfkghfdjk hOW JACK YEARNS FOR HIS SENPAI'S PRAISE AND AFFECTION đ„șđ„ștruly the epitome of loyal, puppy-like behavior..... It doesn't take much for him to be happy⊠He yearns for the respect and acknowledgement of those he admires. He craves respect and recognition, but not only thatâhe genuinely wants to see those he admires thrive.
Seems to me that what Jack longs for most is a sense of belonging within a pack. Heâs not just devoted to those he holds in high regard; he also desires to be cared for in return (This becomes even more apparent when he asks Ruggie to act as a mentor or older-brother figure in his dorm uniform vignette.) Jack's actions reflect his innate wolf natureâa being built for connection, loyalty, and mutual protection. No matter how much he tells himself or others how he prefers to handle things on his own⊠We can clearly see that Jack is happier when heâs part of a team, fighting alongside companions whoâve got his back. Itâs the dynamic balance of trust: to protect and be protected, to rely on others and let them rely on him in return. It deeply resonates with the essence of wolves.
We often hear the phrase âlone wolf,â an expression of grudging admiration. A lone wolf is often viewed as a rugged individualist, uncompromising and independent, driven to forge his own path, unfettered by the sentimental need for companionship. In reality, few people would ever want to live this wayâand, as it turns out, few wolves would either. Wolves, males and females alike, may go through periods alone, but theyâre not interested in lives of solitude. A lone wolf is a wolf that is searching, and what it seeks is another wolf. Everything in a wolfâs nature tells it to belong to something greater than itself: a pack. Like us, wolves form friendships and maintain lifelong bonds. They succeed by cooperating, and they struggle when theyâre alone. Like us, wolves need one another. (source)
Which is why the factual reality cuts so deeply.
After Ortho wakes Jack up (in oUTER SPACE DKJGDSDKFJGKJS that was so adventitious but so cool.....) and Jack falls down like a meteorite (ALSO SUPER COOL BUT WTF.....) Fake!Leona and Fake!Ruggie rush to his side, Leona softly reassures him, saying itâs a relief heâs uninjured and advising him not to be so reckless while Ruggie says ''You're a promising rookie. Our treasure.'' (I started crying here.)
Jack breaks into a bitter, despairing laugh as the truth crashes down on him. The sincerity and warmth his âupperclassmenâ showed in that moment? It wasnât real. It never actually happened. Jack recounts his excitement when he first joined Savanaclaw, eager to fight alongside the dormmates he admired so much. He talks about how he had watched Leonaâs play three years agoâover and over again, captivated by it. He reveals the painful truth of discovering their wicked plan, the frustration of being unable to snap them out of it, and the overwhelming helplessness that consumed him.
I gotta say, I'm SO HAPPY that Jack's feelings on the events of book 2 were finally properly addressed now (cause let's be real, book 2 uhh... did kinda a shitty job at this đ Neither the narrative nor the fandom really took the time to explore the emotional impact it had on him, which is such a disservice to his character.)
Think about it from Jackâs perspective. He was obsessed with Leona's play 3 years ago, watching it over and over again. In his eyes, Leona was a hero, someone worth idolizing to the point of projecting an idealized image of him: an earnest, hardworking, honorable leader. When Jack finally had the chance to join Savanaclaw and be part of the dorm he had admired so deeply, what was his reality? Ostracization, bullying and even physical violence from some of his dorm mates (as shown in Leona's dorm uniform vignette) And worst of all? Jack was met with his idolâs true, treacherous sideâdirty tactics, underhanded schemes, and a willingness to harm others to achieve his goals. When Jack tried to confront them about it, he wasnât met with understanding or respect. Instead, he was called a âfilthy traitorâ and a âspoiled bratââby the very person he admired most. Itâs a complete dismantling of everything Jack believed in, everything he worked for.
It's a shame the game and manga did not give enough weight to Jackâs feelings, (the novel seems to do a better job at it though) but now itâs clear just how much this hurt him. It wasnât just a setback; it was a deep, personal betrayal that shook him to his core.
Heâs only a first-year. Beneath his gruff demeanor and physical strength, Jack is still a boyâpure-hearted, earnest, and full of hope. All he wanted was to stand beside those he respected most but what he got instead was disappointment, betrayal, and rejection. To idolize someone so deeply, only to have that image crushed in the most personal, gut-wrenching way........ Savanaclaw doesn't deserve him đ
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,,,,okay forgive me to break the essay to talk about this but I'm going insane over the fact fake Ruggie ominously coos, ''Hey puppy-chan you're a good boy so come here.....'' UGHGHHHDSHNGDSHNDGSHHHnnnnhhHHHH HE IS BASICALLY SAVANACLAW'S UNOFFICIAL MASCOT,,,,,,, their loyal little puppy đ„șđ„șđ„șđđ
fake ruggie and fake leona try to lure him in to sleep again, but Jack says he has no intention of fighting alongside fakes and defeats them đ
And we get this utterly precious moment where Jack praises Yuu and Grim for having guts and persevering through everything and he PETS GRIM'S HEAD............ HE DIDN'T NEED TO COMFORT THEM BUT AWWAAHBBBAYYAWYWYHAWWABYWAWAYAA
I can't wait to see what role he'll play in Leona's dream đ Jackâs arc feels like itâs finally getting the weight it deserves⊠đđđ
#twisted wonderland#twst spoilers#twst book 7#jack howl#leona kingscholar#ruggie bucchi#savanaclaw#shakes shaeskshakesshaks you IM LOSGIN MY MIND..........#JACK PETTED MY HEADD TOOOOOOO NOT JUST GRIMS!! *inhales copium*#THIS UPDATE WAS SO GOOD đ#thank you for giving me tiny itty crumbs......#unrelated but the moment when leona said ''you woke up.....poor thing'' uhh that was đłđłđłincrediblhy..........ghghghrhgrrrrr hgoroh#you know at his breakdown i couldn't stop thinking of a line from phantom of the opera that fits him so much at that moment#âfarewell my fallen idol and false friend. we had such hopes but now those hopes lay murderedâ#jack and leonas relationship is so complex i love them so much :(((
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*zombie noise* uuurghhhh.. Titties.. Man titties.. My sickness can only be cured if I am able to suck on some man titties đ§ââïž
AUUUGgGgGg My aching hands can only be remedied with a dose of squeezing chesticles various times a day đđ
nonnie the way i got war flashbacks reading the word chesticlesđđ i believe this was in reference to this ask so today it's sun's turn to be reduced to an absolute messđ„° i'm sorry this took so long to get to btw and also that the writing is largely shit, dar has not been vv good at this latelyđ
NSFW under the cut!
âYouâre being forward,â Sun laughed, bright-eyed, âhard day?â
âVery.â You stressed, leaning into him, finding solace in the softness of his shirt. His calves brushed against your lower back, drawing you between his thighs.
Sun's hands flicked up, fingers pressing to your scalp and massaging gently. Tenderly, to the shell of your ear, he hummed, âanything I can do to make it better?âÂ
Blinking at his innocent question, you couldnât help but grin. Your arms stretched to either side of him, caging him all the more across the counter he was sitting on. âI can think of a few,â you whispered, revelling in the little exhale you received in response, ânamelyâŠâ
âY/N.â
âThese.â You groped his chest with a happy tilt to your head. âTheyâre there for a reason, right?â
Sun groaned, curling into you to hide his obvious blush. âNot for you to⊠play withâŠâ
âWhy not?â you teased, feeling your neck heat from where he rested against it. âYou didnât have a problem with it last night. You begged me to touch them more actually, don't you remember? Crying so prettily, saying-â
âThatâs enough!â He covered your mouth, pushing you slightly with a shaky grip on your shoulder. Red-faced and refusing to meet your gaze, Sun was the perfect picture of adorable. âIf itâll make you feel better, you know-â he paused, getting quieter, âyou know Iâm yours so⊠do whatever. Please, just stop embarrassing me.â
âMe? Embarrassing you?â You gasped, ever playful and swooping in to nip his cheek. âI would never.â
âY/N,â Sun said again, this time whining, âyouâre literally doing it right now!â He swatted at you lightly, but your energy was not lost on him, not in the giggle that preceded your pinning him down.
âWell, hello there,â you mumbled, attention completely focused on the expanse of skin exposed to you now that his top had ridden up.
Sun kicked you, half-hearted. âDonât talk to it.â
âSorry.â The both of you knew you werenât sorry at all. Your thumb had already found its home, kissing into the flesh layered above his sternum, tracing the shadows cast.
Sun arched into it, and suddenly, every move you made became weighted.
Muscle beneath fat, driving your digits in until there was no more give, clawing, kneading, feeling his pulse soar â kisses trapped within his ribs that you knew his heart desperately wanted to send your way. How could you call yourself his lover if you didnât reciprocate?
Saliva dripped, and your tongue followed, laving into cushioned tissue. You could get addicted to the taste of him, to the gasp and coil that brought you even closer. âDoes it feel good, baby?â you mouthed around his nipple, relishing in his shiver.
âGood, so good,â Sun whined, breathless, writhing. âDonât stop.â
âWhoâs being forward now?â your teeth sank in, nothing akin to a light bite. âYou canât be giving me mixed signals like this Sun, you were so shy earlierâŠâ
âSorry,â he cried, âIâm sorry. Iâll be good for you. Please.â
Tears on his lashline when you pulled away. Your palms squeezed his pecs, let the pressure run down his entire body when they trailed to grasp his hips. Sun bit his lips to muffle his sounds, and you undid them with your own. âTell me then,â you coaxed, âwhat do you want?â
âBed.â
âOkay.â You caressed his face, and his turning to nuzzle into it was all you needed to forget about the stress youâd been feeling prior. "Bed," you repeated. "Bed sounds good.â
#lovenotesfromdar#Darâs Sun#yandere x reader#x reader#gn reader#yandere oc#oc#my ocs#reader insert#male yandere#male oc#yan x reader#soft yandere#yandere#yandere male#yandere boy#yandere headcanons#gender neutral reader#yandere oc x reader#yandere fluff#yandere x darling#yandere bf#yandere imagines#yandere original character#yandere thoughts#yandere x y/n#yandere x you#dom gn reader#dom reader#sub yandere
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ayo whats good hot stuff
you got any headcannons for a gen z reader with tf 141+graves an alejandro perhaps?đđ
hell yea i do.
CoD men with a Gen Z reader on their team
Imma start this off by saying everyone is worried about your mental health.
Ghost finds some of your jokes funny and relatable
One time you had a nightmare and went to the "living room" of the base and Graves was awake, and he comforted you as awkwardly as any american dad would
You play pranks on everyone and Soap and Gaz joined in with you multiple times, it got so bad that you all made Price think he was passed out for 3 days
You once got emotional around Ghost and told him you loved him.
He stays away from you if you're sad now
On the other hand Soap is right by your side if you're sad, and he 100% knows how to take care of you
If you have a menstrual cycle Price keeps a pocket full of tampons in his gearđ
Alejandro thought you were 10 years older than what you actually are because of how tired you looked when he first met you
You made a joke about offing yourself once near Graves and he took you to his room and gave you an hour long talk about hows he's there for you and its not worth it
Speaking of Graves sends you texts from time to time asking if you need to vent about anything
Laswell keeps an eye out for your mental health too
One time Ghost caught you eating stale goldfish at 3am and promptly got you non-stale goldfish and water before taking the stale ones and eating them himself
If you ever say something too dark in a slightly serious tone the whole team silently agrees that someone has to be by your side at all times for at least a week
You called Price 'papa' once when you were tired and he went to his room and cried a little
But if you ever did that to Graves he'd feel like the proudest man and give you one of those weird half noogie half pat on the head things
Valeria asked Alejandro if you were actually one of 141's kid and he joked about you possibly being Prices but later that night after seeing you interact with Price he now thinks you are the guys kid
You definitely steal Ghost's clothes. More than likely you're smaller than him by a little bit so his clothes are slightly big on you or absolutely gigantic on you and he always feels something giddy inside him when he see you wearing something of his
Gaz made you laugh so hard one time you farted and Soap has never let you live that one down
Rudy saw you crying one time and just patted you on the back and said "Me too, Hermano/a"
they would all be collectively shocked if you can drive, even moreso if you can drive good.
#john price mw2#soap mw2#graves mw2#gaz mw2#mw2 x reader#mw2 hcs#mw2 headcanons#ghost mw2#ghost x reader#graves x reader#soap x reader#rudy x reader#alejandro x reader#phillip graves#mw2#Cod#cod mw2#cod mwii
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Alastor x Child!Doe!Reader part 4
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Guess who's back again, yup, that's me đȘ i feel bad for not writing for such a long period of time but i sadly didnt have the motivation but i have it now and i will write before it dies again đ
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Today was anything but a normal day at the Hazbin Hotel, you might ask yourself "why?", well it's simple, Alastor was freaking out, like genuinely freaking out, and again, you might ask why well...you lost your first teeth, yup, and papa Al was freaking out thinking you will die.
Of course the whole Hotel had a good laugh about it because for them it was hilarious but for Al it was humiliating and he will never humiliate himself like that.
That's until he freaked out because you got a little paper cut from coloring a page in your new coloring book that your favorite Aunt Rosie gave you.
Even if you weren't Alastor's biological child, he cherished you like his own, after all all species stay close to one another and because you're a doe, a little child Doe, of course his gonna protect you from this awful place where you shouldn't even be, those little moments of his reputations humiliation really showed how much he really cares for you, because if he did he wouldn't be freaking out because of a small paper cut on your finger.
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Honestly the whole Hotel thinks if there will be a soul to redeem themselves from hell to heaven, then it will be you, you deserve it, even your dearest papa Al thinks so, but it does pain him to think that one day you wouldn't be here with him, but on the other hand he would be really happy if you ever meet his mom, your Grandma.
And speaking of your Grandma, Alastor has been telling you everything about her from A-Z , everything from her name to her dislikes.
And imagine the shock the whole Hotel has that on a random day, you simply vanish in the air, just poff, and guess where you were, that's right, in heaven, and guess who was awaiting you, yes! Your wonderful grandma! Both your biological Grandma and Alastor's mom were squeaking at how adorable you were but of course you could stay still for a long time and started to cry because you miss your dear papa.
(let's say this happened beforehand the extermination)
But imagine what chaos was happening in heaven, the first sinner to rehabilitate , Adam was going nuts, the seraphim Sera was also going nut and Emily simply introduced herself and automatically became your older sister.
This act of redemption really showed that sinners can be redeemed, this gave the Hotel the win they were going for, and the extermination was cancelled.
While walking around heaven with your new big sister emily and your two grandmas, you stumbled upon your mom, your momma, of course she also saw you and crashed with a tight momma bear hug and the little baby you were you started to cry and hug your momma.
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That's it for now , i might write tomorrow again but who knows.
But anyways, the next part will be how Al will try to get his darling daughter back, and who knows if he will succeed or not ,but till then
Byebye :D
#hazbin hotel#alastor x reader#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor x child reader#hazbin hotel x child reader#child reader#hazbin alastor#hazbin hotel heaven#idk what else to tag#what am i even doing#l
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love you in slow motion (psh) | four.
âĄÂ spotify playlist | series masterlist âĄ
âsummary: seonghwa will go through hell and back for you, as long as he can continue to see that smile on your face. because to him, that smile feels like a rainbow after the rain, thewarmth of the sun on a winter day. because to him, youâre more than just his bestfriendâyouâre love. even though everyone seems to see that except you.
âpairing:Â park seonghwa x f!reader
âgenre: (18+ - minors dni) bestfriends to lovers | fluff, angst, eventual smut
âword count:Â 10k
âchapter warning: cussing/mature language, alcohol consumption, intoxication, club scene!, twerkin buns at the clurrrb đ€Ș, kissing/making out, quick rundown of oc's history with mingi, physical altercation, mention of small injuries/wounds (lip cut), arguments, crying, the silent treatment đ, hints of a hookup, oc x seonghwa just being a mess per usual sorry đ« lol
"Are you still riding with me and Joong to the club?" Seonghwa puts your call on speaker while he sits in the passenger's seat of Hongjoong's car.
"Yeah, if I can."
"Can we head over then?"
"Sure. I'm still getting ready."
"We figured." Hongjoong chuckles in the driver's seat, turning into a lot. "What do you want from Egg House?" Seonghwa inches the phone away from his face when you squeal loudly and clap.
"Double egg toast, please!"
"Okay. We'll be there in about 30 minutes or so."
"Thank you!" You hang up the call first and Seonghwa lets out a breath, slouching further in the seat.
"It's so easy to please Y/N." Hongjoong laughs, finding a spot in the opposite end the lot closest to the shop.
"Sometimes."
"San ever tell you about their dinner?"
"Not really. Y/N did. A bit. She was being kinda weird about it, actually."
"Hm." He hums, figuring if it was gonna come from someone, it would be him. "That's probably because they talked about you."
"Me?" Seonghwa furrows his brows in confusion. "What about me?" No wonder you were being so weird about the topic at the aquarium. You couldn't tell him the full story, even though Seonghwa wished you would've. It'd make things way easier.
"What do you mean 'what about you?'" Hongjoong laughs as he heads to the self-checkout area to order. "These unspoken feelings, that's what."
"What did San say?"
"He asked if you two had anything going on with each other."
"Why is that a question when there clearly isn't?"
"Mm, well.." Hongjoong's response has a drip of sarcasm that has Seonghwa
"He didn't have to do that."
"He just didn't wanna get in between anything, of course he had to." Seonghwa is silent and he's biting his tongue because even though he has a rebuttal ready to slipâ he's not entirely sure why he'd be defensive and fight back about it.
Hongjoong and San were right. It's not like everyone wasn't aware. The only person who seemed to be was you.
"I don't know what Y/N said. But whatever it was.. was enough for San to just back off."Â
"He shouldn't give up on her."
"Him or you?" Joong laughs. "I mean they're still going to be the same. Good friends. I don't think anything was lost. They're probably both comfortable this way, too. Maybe that's just how it's supposed to play out." Joong shrugs. Which, it isn't much of a surprise to Seonghwa when he hears this, especially when you started talking about the potential of ruining thingsâ
⥠FLASHBACK
"As friends. Like we always were." You tug on his wrist. "Hypothetically speaking, if we were to date, would that ruin things between us?" Seonghwa swallows the lump in his throat before shaking his head.
"Why would it ruin things between us?"
"I don't know, because we've always known each other like this. As bestfriends. It could be a dangerous thing, right? Cause we'd know too much about each other or whatever." You look up at him, and he locks his eyes with yours. He wishes he could say everything and nothing at onceâ but he sticks with the latter, his own example of keeping everything at bay.Â
"I truthfully don't think it'd ruin anything."
"B-because I feel like it would and that's why I'm just letting things be with San."
"You sure that's it? Cause I feel like you're asking for a different reason, and not for San in particular."
⥠END
"Hate when you do that."Â
"Hate when I'm right and you're wrong.. again?" Seongwa finishes plugging in his order and yours before checking out.
"I got it since you're driving today." Is all he responds before snatching the receipt.
"More gas money for me." Hongjoong snickers, plopping onto a high stool off to the side of the restaurant to wait for the food.Â
"Did San say anything else to you?" Joong shrugs and shakes his head.
"Nah. But, he seems to be the same."
"Gotta talk to him." Seonghwa mainly mutters to himself. He just wants San to be okay because he didn't want this idea of you and him getting in the way [despite his feelings]. That was never his intention. But before he can fall into a rabbit hole with his thoughts, his name is being called and a bag full of food is being pushed his way. Joong is already on his way to the car, unlocking the doors to hop in and drive off to your place with a quicknessâ especially because he was hungry.
When they arrive at your place, they pass through the house to say their hello's to Yaya with Seonghwa handing off the extra sandwich he remembered to buy for her. She happily thanks them before waving them off, telling them that you're probably still getting ready in your suite.
"Hey!" Seonghwa knocks and yells. "Are you decent or whatever?"
"Yeah! Come in!" He hears from the other side just as he tugs on the doorknob. Walking in, he notices a few pieces of clothing scattered along your bed and couch, with you head deep into your closet.
"The hell are you doing?"
"Finding an outfit, what does it look like?" Your response is mumbled as you dig deep into the depths of your closet to find that black cotton mini skirt and a few tops. "Got it!" You hold up a bodysuit and a regular tank in the same color. "Body suit or tank?"
"How the hell are you gonna pee?" Hongjoong asks mid-chew. "Unbuttoning that coochie holder while drunk is crazy."
"You're sick, Kim Hongjoong."
"Nah, tell me. How is that gonna work?" Seonghwa silently takes out your sandwich and plops next to him on the couch.
"He's got a point. I'm not going into that bathroom to save you."
"Ugh." You groan, tossing the bodysuit aside and settling for the tank. "I'll figure out the rest later." You plop next to Hongjoong's free side. "Thank you for the food." You smile over at them.
"Hwa bought it." Hongjoong's eyes are glued to the TV.Â
"Thank you, pichu."
"Mhm." Seonghwa responds from his end.Â
"Why are San and Woo going separately?"
"San has to help his uncle with something and it might run a bit long. Woo offered to go with him so he wouldn't be alone."
"Mm." You hum. "Hope it doesn't go long."
"Aw. You miss Sannie?" Hongjoong playfully pouts and you hit him on the bicep.
"You're so fucking mean to me." Joong laughs loudly when you continue to whine, Seonghwa contently eating away while watching the show.
"You guys good or what?"
"Yeah, I just want all of us together."
"We will be, don't worry." Seonghwa chimes in and passes you your food. "Eat. I know you'll need like 500 hours to get your makeup and hair done." You glare at him before picking up the sandwich and digging in. You, Joong and Hwa continue to talk amongst each other while watching the TV before you gather the strength to finally get ready for the night. You turn on your bluetooth speaker, blasting your playlist while you get dressed and get your makeup going. Seonghwa has taken a few pregame shots with you in between, now sipping on a canned cocktail to keep him going while you finish up your makeup and hair. You take one more look at yourself in the mirror, satisfied with the oversized black denim jacket, mini skirt, tank and knee high heeled boots you threw on. Your makeup was simple, but enough to pop.
"Damn." Hongjoong teases, playfully checking you out and flattening his brows with two fingers while Seonghwa rolls his eyes. But, he has to sayâ he's fucking dying inside because of how fine you look tonight.
So fucking beautiful, and Seonghwa wishes he could have you all to himself.
"Go away." You laugh, walking through a cloud of perfume. "I'm ready!"
"About time." Seonghwa teases. "You look good." He breaks contact as he shuts off your bluetooth speaker and is the first to head out the door.
"Thanks, pichu." You shut off the lights and lock your door. "Do you have the bottle?"
"Make sure to hide that shit in the car, I'm not getting pulled over." Hongjoong says, unlocking his car. You hop into the backseat and tuck the unopened soju bottle asideâ keeping it safe until you get to the club.
It's a 20 minute drive before Joong is circling the streets to find a good spot. When he finally gets lucky and finds one just a block down, he reverses into the spot flawlessly before shutting off the car and giving off a deep sigh.
"Have at it." He says, texting San to find out his whereabouts while you and Seonghwa continue to pregame some more and finish the bottle. The alcohol is hitting you quickly tonight, the soju being the cherry on top. Joong tells you San and Wooyoung have parked nearby, giving you all the greenlight to meet them halfway and walk together to the club.
You [drunkly] scream loudly when you see the two; running into their arms and letting them swing you around. You feel happier when you're all together, excited for what the night has to bring. You cling onto Seonghwa without realizing, the group behind you two as you walk side by side while engaging in conversation.
"Seonghwa! Why would you say that!" You and Seonghwa laugh loudly while walking down the street to the club. San can't help but divert his attention to you two ahead; watching as you naturally joke around, laugh and playfully bicker. You cling onto Seonghwa and continue to attach yourself to his hip, and the reality settles for San even more.
He is sad, but it's clear this is where you're supposed to be.
Seonghwa continues to tell you his story, leaning in to tell you delicate details even as you fall in line for the club. San realizes things surely haven't changed, because for you and Hwa, all you see is each other. You both don't ever purposefully make anyone feel left out, but at the end of the day, Hwa was always going to prioritize you and vice versa.
This is your own world and San only plays a little part in it. And that's okay. That's completely okay. You deserved to be happy and that's all he wants for you. All he wants for Hwa.
When security finally checks your IDs and lets your group in, the club is packed from wall to wall and you're having to hold Seonghwa's hand while navigating through the crowd. Hongjoong is behind you, gripping at the belt loop of your skirt to help lead the other two trailing him.
"Aye, over there!" Hongjoong tugs on your belt loop and points at the free bartender towards the other end of the club nodding with his lips while nodding. You take the hint and get Seonghwa to navigate to the free area. Once you're there, you feel like you're able to breathe, being able to spread your arms and move around freely.
"Let's go get some drinks from the bartender over there, it isn't busy." Seonghwa points to the small bar area towards the back end. Your group follows, instantly asking the bartender for a few shots of tequila, whiskey, whatever each chose as their own poison.Â
The shots are taken to the neck, and before you know it, you're dancing away on the dance floor with your friends. Wooyoung manages to grab a few dances from cuties nearby, dragging San along to cheer him up and find someone he could possibly have fun with. But, amidst all that and all the numbers he manages to grab, he still finds himself looking for you so he can at least have a dance.Â
"Y/N?" San comes to you, cheeks tinted red as his hand caresses at his jaw.Â
"What's wrong, Sannie? Are you okay?" You look up at him with those eyes, your hand on his bicep. You're both clearly drunk out of your minds but jesus, is he having trouble containing himself.Â
"Y-yeah." He hiccups. "I just wanted to ask if you'd dance with me?" You giggle and nod.
"Let's go!" You grab his hand and take the initiative. At some point the crowd builds and you're separated from your groupâ Wooyoung floating somewhere out in the chaos, while Hongjoong and Seonghwa are pulling further and further away. You continue to dance with San though, enjoying every moment and having fun while with him. He keeps up with your rhythm, holding you close but making sure you still have enough freedom to move however you want, have space however you want. But, you continue to work on him and dance along to the music, forgetting any worries for the night.
You dance with San for a good chunk of time before you start searching for Seonghwa, who is no longer nearby. You catch wind of him, but your body decides this is the perfect time to break the seal.
"I need to go to the bathroom." You turn to San and tippy-toe to his ear.
"You okay? Want me to come and wait?"
"No, I'm okay. I'll be back." You give him a small reassuring smile before rushing off to the bathroom and waiting in the tiny line that had formed outside the door. You're in and out within 5 minutes, washing your hands and patting your face down with how stuffy the club had gotten. After handling your business in peace, you realize that Seonghwa and Hongjoong are even more separated than you thought when you exit the bathroomâ no longer being able to spot them on the main dance floor, especially due to being inebriated. You finally find Wooyoung and San together, tugging on Wooyoung's sleeve to grab his attention.
"Where's Hwa?"
"Iono!" Wooyoung shrugs. "Last time I checked he was somewhere over there with Joongie." He nods in the far back corner behind you. You give Wooyoung's arm a squeeze to thank him before pushing your way through the crowd towards the potential Hongjoong and Seonghwa spot. When you get there, Hongjoong is definitely nowhere to be found, but Seonghwa is talking to some girl. He's leaning in towards her ear in order for her to hear him, and she laughs at whatever the fuck he's saying. It lowkey kinda irks you, even though you have no reason to be feeling that way. You should be happy Seonghwa is putting himself out there and flirting away at the club.Â
Not feeling jealous or envious in the least bit that she is occupying his time and space.
"Hey." You come up to him just as she giggles and playfully flips her hair, turning on her heels to walk away. She gives him one last look before she sways her hips and continues walking towards her friends, all of them squealing over the encounter in the middle of the club. "I see you've been busy." He shrugs.
"That's the girl I met. Makayla." You subtly roll your eyes and tap his chest.
"Okay, well I've been looking for you." You kinda pout.
"What's wrong?" He tilts his head.
"Nothing, I just wanted to hang out with you and I couldn't find you for the longest time." He laughs.
"You were dancing with Sannie, weren't you?" He taps your nose. He says it like it's a light, teasing joke, but deep down, Seonghwa had to step away and get outta that spot. He's not gonna lie, he is relieved you're finally looking for him and finding him.Â
"So?" He laughs.
"Well, you found me? Stop pouting. We came here to have fun and you're gonna be with me all night." He gently runs a finger down your bottom lip that is still poking out in a pout.Â
"Where'd Joong go?"
"Bathroom."Â
"Let me grab San and Wooâ" Seonghwa tugs at your hand just as you're about to turn, a small frown on his face. As you look at him, not only do you realize how drunk you still are, but you can also pick up on how drunk Seonghwa is, too. His eyes are red and glazed over, cheeks also tinted with a rosey hue.Â
Which, with the way he's looking at you, can't be a good thing.Â
This won't end well.
And you truly do not care right now.
"Uh-uh, I thought you wanted to hang out for a bit. Dance with me." He says, pulling you flush against him while his teeth subtly nibble on his bottom lip.
"Hwa." You get all shy and unlike yourself, most definitely from the alcohol and the way he's looking at you up and down. You let him keep you close, beginning to dance against him and go with the beat of the current song blasting through the club.Â
To set the record straight first and foremostâ it's not like you haven't danced with him before. You have, and those times have been careless, free and fun. You didn't have a care in the world, Seonghwa didn't. It wouldn't last because it was harmless fun before you were onto the next and brushing it off like it was any ordinary thing between you two.
Because it was.
Tonight, it isn't. The air is different, and the energy between you two is supercharged; strong, an incredible pull to each other. The air is extra thick and like no other you've experienced with him. You can't really explain it right now, but with recent events, you just know you want Seonghwa.
Just like he wants you.
So you dance, and you dance. The two of you have pushed to the farthest corner of the club that Hongjoong never seems to return to Seonghwa [or maybe he did and didn't wanna bother] and the two of you are left in your own little world. He's still keeping you close, a tight grip on your hips as he feels every inch, every move against him, doing his best to keep up with the rhythm, you.
And god, is it turning you on.
You turn to face him when the song transitions into the next, finding that Seonghwa can't take his eyes off of you. He stares through his hooded lids while he rests against the metal railing, hands still at your hips while your face is only inches away. You watch as his eyes shoot down to your lips, back up to your eyes as if he's begging, pleading, you to make the first move. Because that will be the confirmation he needsâ that will open up a whole new box that Seonghwa had been waiting to open, break the lock to a door he had been waiting to walk through. But also, he's too scared to make the first move. Too scared he'd be overthinking, that you're just drunk and you wouldn't mean itâ
Suddenly, the impact of your lips crashing into his quickly pulls him out of his thoughts. Instead of breaking away at that moment, the kiss instantly becomes heated, deep. And Seonghwa has to forcibly pull himself off of you because even though he wants this so, so badly, it'll ruin everything if you truly didn't mean anything by it.
"What're you doing, Y/N?" He breaks away and leans towards your ear. His voice is husky and deep, loud enough to barely be heard over the music.
"I can't kiss you?"
"Not if you don't mean it." He bites onto his bottom lip when he pulls back to look at you, hands still resting on your waist.
"Who said I didn't mean it, Hwa?" You say in his ear, shivers running down his spine when he feels your lips graze your jaw. He probably should think about this, really think about this, but he can't. He's just as fucked up as you are, and he's feeling a bit selfish, a tad bit horny. You're positioned in between his legs looking beautiful as ever even under the dim club lights.
He can't help himself.
He cups your cheek as he pulls you back in, kissing you with so much more fervor. He hears you let out a content sigh in between kisses, pressing your body up against him as you grip the sides of his shirt.
"Driving me crazy." He says, pulling back and letting his nose lightly glide over yours. The both of you are slightly panting, lips swollen from all the intense kisses just shared. You'd do it over and over again, though. And if it were up to you, you'd take this home to explore a little further.
You want Seonghwa.
"Am I?" You continue to tease.
"Y/N." He gives you a look. "You have no idea what you do to me." His voice is still husky, deep; vibrating through your ears and sending tingles down your spine. He leans in for another deep, last kiss; biting onto your bottom lip and tugging back before letting it go. He dips to your jaw, to your neckâ painting the surface with feathery kisses and tiny, subtle bites.
"Hwa, we're still out." You giggle and gently tap his chest.Â
"Right." He sheepishly smiles and continues to hold you.
"I'm gonna grab some water real quick. We should try and find everyone when I come back."
"Let me just come with you." He grabs at your hand.
"I'll be fine, pichu." You smile toothlessly at him. "I'll be back before you know it. Try to text one of the boys! Save our space!"
"Fine." Seonghwa slightly whines as he lets go of your hand and watches you walk off. At this point, San, Wooyoung and Hongjoong find him without Seonghwa having to lift a fingerâ both San and Wooyoung carrying two glasses in their hands.
"Aye! Finally fucking found your ass. Where's baby girl? Got more shots." Wooyoung looks around for your familiar figure.
"She went to get water."
"I got it right here. Tequila water." Wooyoung snorts at his failed attempt of a joke.
"You're an idiot." Seonghwa shakes his head and takes the glass, holding onto it while looking around the room. It hasn't been long, but he's hoping you haven't been swallowed by the crowd and are at least at the bar requesting for water.
"Let's wait for Y/N." San adds.
"Sounds good with me." Wooyoung shrugs.
5 minutes quickly turns into 10 and you're still not back from your water run. Seonghwa can't help but be worried, eyes now frantically scanning every inch of the room to catch any glimpse of you.
"Damn, that's a long water break. Should we just go to the bar and find her?" Whatever Wooyoung's saying is completely drowned out by Seonghwa because he finally spots you, and he's fuming. Everything in the club seems to drown out, and it almost feels like white noise. Hwa finds you at the opposite corner of the bar, and of course, Song Mingi would be the person you're occupied with. That's why you haven't returned, of fucking course. He continues to watch from his spot, feeling unsettled from the entire situation. It starts off pretty normal, until Mingi starts whispering near your ear; doing his best to pull you close, keep you close. He sees you gently rejecting Mingi's touches, shoving off his hand and pushing his arm awayâ clearly making you uncomfortable. Seonghwa finds his free hand balled into a fist, already boiling with anger at how Mingi doesn't read any of your signs.
Instead, continues to put you through it because he's your ex. He thinks he can get away with it. He knows he can.
"I'll be back." Seonghwa says taking the shot in one swift motion, setting his empty glass aside on the high table nearby. San furrows his brows as he watches him leave, following his trail over to the opposite end of the club.
"Oh shit." San says under his breath, and Hongjoong is confused.
"What?"
"Mingi." He points over to the other side of the club and Joong lets out a sigh, followed by a heavyâ
"Fuck."
As Seonghwa comes from behind, Mingi is the first to spot him and smirks. You don't really notice until Mingi has stopped trying to get close to you, turning over your shoulder to see your own bestfriend shooting daggers his way.
"What's up, Seonghwa?" The way Mingi says his name is so fucking annoying, Hwa can't help but roll his eyes. Mingi leaves out his hand in hopes of Hwa taking it in a friendly dap. All Seonghwa does is look at it before returning his attention back up to him, then back to you.
"Come on. Let's go." Hwa mutters as tries to gently drag you away by the wrist, but Mingi stops him.
"Woah. We were just having a conversation."
"Back up." Seonghwa steps in front of you and tries to get Mingi to back up, creating some distance between you two.
"Kinda rude for someone to intervene when they have no business to."
"Didn't know that required you to put your hands on her."
"Seonghwa." You warn, but he doesn't listen.
"Of course." Mingi laughs and licks his lips before closing in on the distance, clearly drunk and trying to be belligerent by provoking Seonghwa. His face is only a couple of inches away from Seonghwa's, but he isn't doing anything to back down from whatever the fuck Mingi is trying to start. Because yeah, he's drunk too, and this is you they were talking about. "Wanna be all high and mighty now? Be the knight in shining armor you always tried to be?" Mingi snickers.
"Back away from me, Mingi." Seonghwa warns lowly. "Step the fuck away."
"Or what? The fuck are you gonna do about it, Seonghwa?" Mingi mutters. "Think she'll finally give into you?" He chuckles pathetically. "Finally give you what you've been wanting for years? I know you've always been mad because you couldn't bag her when I did. Couldn't touch her, fuck her likeâ" Seonghwa pushes him with so much power that Mingi stumbles and fall back on a high table nearby, knocking over a glass as his arm hits the table. Mingi recovers quickly though, glaring at him as he pushes Seonghwa back and tries to land a punch on him. Mingi successfully lands it when Hwa fails to dodge, cutting the corner of his lip after the impact. They continue to go at it, causing people to step back and watch the chaos ensue from around.
"Hwa! Get off! Stop!" You scream, trying to pry him off. San, Hongjoong and Wooyoung rush over, both San and Joong having to separate the two until the bouncers come and kick your group and Mingi's group out of the club.
"Jesus fucking christ." Wooyoung glares at the bouncer and throws his hands up. "Okay, okay, we're going!"
"Let me catch you, fucking punk!" You hear Mingi yell as him and his group walk down the opposite block, the bouncers still keeping an eye on your groups to make sure nothing occurs outside of the club and requires police activity. You walk a few steps before you push Seonghwa by the shoulder, forcing him to look at you as he tends to his lip.
"What the fuck did you do that for?!" You look at him and Seonghwa's almost taken aback by your reaction.Â
What do you even mean?
He did this to protect you and keep you away from that asshole, but you don't even seem the least bit concerned about him.
At all.
"W-what?" Seonghwa looks at you, his chest rising as he tries to calm himself from all the adrenaline and anger.Â
"You didn't have to do that!" You yell, on the verge of tears. You're angry at Seonghwa, but you're angry because you hate seeing him hurt. You hate that he intervened, you hate that he's hurt because of the fight. You're angry, you're hurt, and everything is coming out all wrong. "I was fine, you didn't have to get in between, Seonghwa!"
"The hell you mean I didn't?!"
"Hwa." Hongjoong calls for him, eyeing the bouncers nearby.
"He wasn't doing anything!"
"Here you go again! Be serious for once, Y/N. He's a fucking asshole! When are you going to realize that?!"
⥠FLASHBACK
"Yeah, whatever. Fuck you, Song Mingi." You walk out of his room, aggressively wiping the tears streaming down your cheeks.
"Fucking crazy. Get the hell outta here!" He yells from his room, causing you to flip him off as you walk down the hallway and out of his front door.Â
Song Mingi was a certified asshole.
Time and time again, your ex-boyfriend of 2 years proves to you that you just aren't shit to him. Two years, then an on-and-off again situation where Mingi just couldn't commit to you again â but he needed you to feel wanted, to feel like he had a safety blanket to fall on, to feel like he could string you along until that very last moment he couldn't. He'd whisper sweet nothings whenever he saw you late nights; no longer leaving his home to go on dates, but to stay wrapped up in his sheets. Telling you things he knows will make you weak, thing he knows will make you stay a little longer. All these years of this back and forth game you played with your ex, you had no idea why you couldn't just learn and do better for yourself instead of letting him reel you in, making you think he genuinely wanted and needed you.
There was no one like you.
You, so perfect.
You, made just for him.Â
You should've known better.
This was no one else's fault but your own. You let him in, you let him in, you let him in. And you fall for it every single time, knowing you were never going to be his one and only again, knowing you weren't the only one he was keeping around. But for whatever sick reason, you wanted to believe you could get him to change again. You wanted to believe you meant more to him, that your history meant more to him. But that's all it wasâ wishful thinking.
Empty words built on shaky foundation.
So here you are, after he had called you saying he had missed you and wished you were near him. Here you are, crying everything you have left in you after giving him what he wanted. Here you are, after hearing that this wasn't anything to Mingi, that you weren't anything to Mingi. Here you are, broken to pieces, empty, soulless.
Again and again.
"Fucking asshole." You groan to yourself, tears streaming steadily as you head down the street from his building to a random corner. You sit on the sidewalk, kicking aggressively at the rocks beneath your feet. You give one last good grunt out of frustration before you rest your arms on your knees, head hanging low to let all your tears fall freely.
You had been crying so hard that you hadn't realized a car had pulled up in the empty spot near the curb you sat on, car being turned off before someone steps out and shut their door. You suddenly feel a hand on your back and you instantly ease up, knowing exactly who that touch belongs to.
"Hwa." You look at him, watery eyes blood shot red. He can't help but feel sorry for you, you're aware. You can tell by the way his brows soften when he sees how torn up you are, you can tell by the way his lips poke out because he isn't really sure what else he can say at this point. He shouldn't have to say anything anymore. He shouldn't be hereâ
You shouldn't be here.
"I told you to stay put." He teasingly scolds you, but you continue to look at him with that sad, pathetic look. "Let's get home, hm?" He follows up, free hand coming to wipe your tears away. You nod, allowing Seonghwa to help you up and into the car. He doesn't really say anything when he gets in and buckles his seatbelt, but he glances over at you, watches as you sink in the passenger's seat and look out the window.
He hates it, and he wishes he could do more to take this away from you. To keep you away from Mingi, to take away your pain completely.
It's not the first time Seonghwa's had to come get you. He's almost losing track of how many times you've called him crying because you wanted to leave a party after seeing Mingi flirting around [even though he'd deny it time and time again]. The times you've called because he left you at parties to hang out with other people, other girls. The times Mingi has disrespectfully called you out your name mid-argument, gaslighting you into thinking you were in the wrong.
Seonghwa's only hope is that one day, you'll finally get tired of your ex and move on. Leaving Mingi where he belongs, especially when he couldn't even give you the proper respect. Mingi's only reasoning for breaking up with you was that he couldn't do this anymore, he couldn't do the relationship anymore. He just couldn't, and you knew what he truly meantâ it just wasn't you anymore.Â
And for months and months, you sat there wondering what you could've done differently, or if there was a sign that you had missed. Every time he called, it had you thinking he must've realized he couldn't do this without you, that he was wrong and that he did want this after all.
Nope.
He made you believe it for a night, yes. Then, he'd go back to reminding you what you actually meant to youâ that you were delusional, that you kept forcing things between him. That you knew what this was.
You should've known what this was.
⥠END
"He wasn't even doing anything! Not shit you needed to step in between for! He was literallyâ"
"Oh my fucking god." Seonghwa groans. "And you're still defending him!" He yells, his brows furrowed when he turns to look at you. He feels like he can barely breathe due to the anger surging through his veins, plus the betrayal he's feeling with the way you're delivering your responses. The way you look at him. The way you're keeping your distance.
After everything, it still seems like you're taking Mingi's side. You always find a way to defend him one way or another, even if you don't realize it.
Seonghwa does, and it hurts.
"I'm not!" Your tone is louder. "I could've taken care of it myself, he wasn't doing anything!" You repeat.
"He was making you uncomfortable, Y/N! All up in your space, trying to force you to do shit when you didn't want it. Yet, you wanna tell me he wasn't doing anything?"
"I'm just saying it wasn't that big of a deal, Hwa! I could've handled it!"
"Really? I doubt that."Â
"Wow, are you serious?" You say, hurt. But, he scoffs and continues because you need to hear this.Â
"I am. You always let him push you around and walk all over you. I thought by now you'd be smart enough to realize that you're worth much more than that." His tone rises again. "Why do you always let him do this to you? You're so used to the way Mingi treats you and you do nothing to change that. You always let him in. You're so brainwashed and you literally have no respect for yourself, it's fucking sad."
"You know nothing about our relationship." You're crying and angrily wiping away at your tears, unsure of how else to act, what else to say. Sure, you and Seonghwa have gotten into petty fights and arguments. Mostly over dumb shit, but nothing ever this serious. You know he cares, and he means well. But this anger, this seemingly pent up frustrationâ you aren't entirely sure where it was stemming from. You have never seen him act this way and quite frankly, this part of Seonghwa is very difficult to navigate.Â
You've never had to.
"Yeah, because I wasn't the one rescuing you in the middle of the night every time he decided to throw your ass out, right? Because I wasn't the one having to calm you down when you were crying? Because I wasn't the one whose had to pick up the pieces every time he broke your heart to try and chase after somebody else? When he says all those shitty things about you that get to your head? When he'd fucking leave you stranded?" He shakes his head. "I'm sure I know nothing about your relationship." The two of you are staring at each other, both at a loss for words after everything has been laid out on the table. Seonghwa is the first to break, having enough of this bullshit and not wanting to say anything else. Mostly because he still cares about you and your feelings, and it's breaking his heart to see you crying over him this time. "I'm done here. I'm sure San will take you home."
"Whatever, fuck you." You respond before turning on your heel to walk away. As soon as you've created enough distance between you and Seonghwa, you find yourself stopping in your path to sob into your hands. It isn't until a few minutes later that you feel hands on your arms, a familiar touch that belongs to somebody else dear to youâ
"Hey, let's get you home." San says, with Wooyoung behind him. You can't see much due to the tears in your eyes, but you can tell it's Hongjoong walking alongside of Seonghwa, making sure he's okay and pushing him along towards the car.
"He'll be okay. Just needs some time to breathe." Wooyoung adds, holding out his arm so that you can slip yourself right underneath while walking to San's car. "You alright?" Wooyoung pouts, wiping some of the straggling tears escaping your bottom lids.
"Mhm." You lie, just to keep the walk quiet and peaceful. And it is for a bit, even as you sit in the backseat of San's car. The only thing filling the space is the music playing through bluetoothâ Wooyoung's playlist, actually. San peeks over at you through the rearview mirror, feeling bad for how everything went down. But, he gets it. He gets Seonghwa. You do deserve better. Mingi should never get an ounce of your attention after how he's treated youâ esp with Seonghwa being here all along.
"You know he just really cares about you, right?" San breaks the silence.Â
"I know." You mumble, head leaning back against the seat while you look out the window. "I've just never seen him act that way."
"It's Mingi." Wooyoung adds. "Can I be honest?" He turns to look at you with doe eyes. "I'm not trying to attack you, I promise. We see both sides." You nod quietly. "It's hard when you have history with someone, and it's hard to undo bad habits you've learned in the relationship. We know Mingi was someone special to you, but he hasn't been good for you for a long time. And there's no changing that man at this point. If it's anybody, Seonghwa knows all of that very well, especially when he's been by your side throughout everything." Wooyoung lets out a small sigh. "I'm certain he's hurt because even after everything he's done to be there, Mingi's actions seem to be dismissible. And his actions get overlooked."
"Woo, I'm not even dismissing Mingi's actions."
"Okay, baby girl. You're not. But, I think Seonghwa would have appreciated if you were there for him tonight instead of getting upset. He just wants to keep you safe."
"His goal has always been to keep you safe." San adds softly, driving towards your place.
"I didn't want Hwa to get hurt, h-he didn't have to do that." You sniffle, leaning your head against the window.
"You know he's not gonna sit back and let that shit happen." Woo adds, also leaning his head back against the headrestâ a small headache forming after tonight's events. When you finally get home, San and Wooyoung offer to stay the night to keep you company, but you politely decline. They walk you to the door and give you big hugs, asking you a million times if you're sure about being alone tonight.
And you quietly nod.
Because there's nothing else you'd rather be than alone tonight. You want to be alone in your own space, crying alone in your bed; head against the pillow, tucked underneath your sheets.
You want to be alone.
Meanwhile, Seonghwa is struggling. He isn't sure what to do, hates not having you by his side. He doesn't know what's gonna happen from here on out, what will be left of you two after all this.
From the kiss, to Mingi, to the argument.
It's so fucked up.
Seonghwa hadn't even realized how much of his life was dedicated to youâ how much of his life was just you. Even when he tried so hard for it to not be you.
"Fuck!" Seonghwa groans and slams his hand against a brick wall in passing.Â
"Aye, come on now." Hongjoong clicks his teeth and pushes him away from the wall, urging him to continue down the car. "Don't hurt yourself."
"I swear to God if I ever see Mingiâ"
"You won't. He should know better, and hopefully Y/N does, too." Hwa lets out a hefty sigh as he swings Joong's door open and plops into the passenger's seat. Not much is said between the two, even as Hongjoong drives off to his place. Seonghwa rests his head back and shuts his eyes, equally angry, yet dizzy from the alcohol still running through him.Â
"I don't know what to do, Joong. I can't keep doing this just for it to get me nowhere."
"You two really need to fucking talk." Hongjoong does a slight head tilt as he continues to drive to Seonghwa's place. "I don't mean to make this worse, but I saw you two." Seonghwa looks at him before resting his head back against the headrest again. "I didn't come so I could give you guys some space."
"Fuck." Hwa repeats again with a heavy sigh. "Yeah, I don't know where this leaves us."
"Give it a few days or whatever, but you need to figure this out with her." Seonghwa doesn't speak anymore, mainly because he's starting to feel nauseous after the adrenaline, the alcohol. He's doing his best to keep it together. But, on top of that, he has a ton of thoughts swirling in his mindâ he doesn't really know how to tackle them or where to even start. In the end, he's afraid of what this will do to your relationship.
You and him.
In the end, he just doesn't know anymore.
This is the longest Seonghwa hasn't talked to you. It's been a little over two weeksâ usually, the two of you would break in a few hours, not wanting to be without the other for long.
But this, this was different.
Of course, everything felt awful. You both felt awkward about having to be the first person to break the silence, both remembering that night and how heated it had gotten.
The kiss.
The argument.
Everything about the situation felt like doom, chaos. A whole whirlwind of emotions and feelings overpowering each other, threatening to burst at the seams.
Seonghwa had thought long and hard about this, though. For him, he decided he just needed to step back and give himself a breather. Let him do things for himself, carry on with the mentality that he'd finally put himself first. So, that's what he's been trying to do. It doesn't mean it doesn't suck, though. It does. It's terrible. He's gotten so used to having you by his side, so used to running to you first about anything and everything.
He's had to bite his tongue when he finally nailed that fucking uni pasta recipe he had been experimenting for years. Because he wanted to tell you he did so, wanted to invite you over so you could be the first to taste it;
Oh well.
His heart sinks when the realization hits him again, and he's having to give himself a 'lil pep talk to push through. He can't be the person to say sorry first, he can't be the first to breakâ not when he didn't do anything wrong. He needs to stop apologizing when he's not in the wrong or when he feels bad. He's given you way too much of that, and this time around, he wasn't going to.
He needs you to be the first to break. Needs you to be the one to say sorry. Needs you to show him you understand and that you would never intentionally hurt him, especially over Song Mingi.
He's still counting the days. Maybe he'll have to keep doing so. Gives him time to himself, some peace. Let's him know how much you'd truly work to salvage your relationship with him.
Your own bestfriend before anything.
Because he knows he'd do anything to keep you by his side. He would. It just sucks that he doesn't know if you would do the same. He can't confidently say the same.
But, you absolutely would. Days and nights have passed and you could barely sleep, always questioning what Seonghwa was doing and if he was even thinking about you. This was on you, though. You knew it. You just didn't know how to say it to him and it's definitely a learning lesson for youâ all in all, you wanna be better and you wanna be better for him. You miss Seonghwa a lot. You truly didn't know what it meant to be missing your other half until now;
Empty, alone.
Cold.
You sigh as you toss the pillow aside and sit up in bed, checking the time on the clock.Â
3am.
You couldn't sleep, and you freeze. You freeze because you have no one to call anymore. So you turn, and turn. No longer able to find sleep for the rest of the night.
When the sun finally rises, you force yourself to get up to go for a run and grab a good cup of coffee and breakfast. It was your day off, but you thought you could at least take advantage of being up early; take advantage of soaking in the morning sun.
You were tired of sulking and being in bed. Being cooped up at home when you weren't at work.
You throw on your leggings and matching sports bra, grabbing an oversized zip-up to shield you from the morning cold. Yaya is already working in the kitchen, so you quickly let her know you'll be out for a runâ rushing over to your car to avoid any questioning this early in the day. You drive over to a lake near town that has a 4.5 mile trail around its perimeter. Since it's still early, the trail isn't crowded with people; perfect enough for you to get a good 3 mile run in. You hadn't ran in a minute, but 3 miles seemed to be a breeze when there was a lot of pent up frustration and anger you needed to release. Of course, you were beyond tired at the end, but it wasn't anything coffee and a good pastry couldn't fix.
At the cafe, you grab a seat right outside of the entrance to enjoy your breakfast, scrolling through social media per usual. You click into your messages for god knows why, knowing Seonghwa hadn't messaged you.
He hasn't.
Why would he?
You sigh, the sadness now returning. You quickly clean up and toss your trash into the bin inside the restaurant before grabbing your cup of iced coffee and heading home. Once you get home, you throw your clothes into the laundry and take a hot, steamy shower, letting your worries go momentarily.
And then, you nap. Exhaustion finally hitting you from the lack of sleep.
Post-nap, you take time to clean around your suite and hang out with Yaya, watching a few episodes of her current favorite show. You help Yaya with a few things around the house, taking the time to bring her to the grocery store just right before the sun sets. Even though Yaya can tell something is wrong, she doesn't bother you or question you like you'd expectâ probably leaving it for Soyeon to do the heavy lifting. You do appreciate that you don't have to dwell on it while spending time with her, though.Â
Soyeon, Charli and Junseo had visited the past days, and although Charli was able to make you smile and laugh, Soyeon could also easily tell something was wrong without you having to say anything at all. Your demeanor had changed, you seemed to be snapping quicker than usual. Attitude wasn't so bright and happy. Seonghwa hadn't been around, but the other boys had quickly stopped by just to hang out.
You dimmed it down to a 'little fight between you and Hwa,' but Soyeon knew better than that, and she was hoping she'd be able to get it out of you soon. This wasn't like you, and it wasn't like Seonghwa to not come around for days on end.
This wasn't just a little fight.
"Hey." She calls you when you're settled back in your humble abode, and although you don't mind hearing from your boss-slash-cousin, you could do without any work-related conversations right now.
"What's up? Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I'm leaving the restaurant soon. Yoongi and Junseo are going to close up. It's gotten quiet. Can I stop by? I have some food for you."
"Sure. Where's Chacha?"
"With Junseo's parents."
"Mm." You hum. "Okay."
"Okay, I'll be there in about 30 minutes or so. I'm just gonna wrap a few things up here."
"Sounds good." You hang up the call, a bit relieved that your cousin [not your cousin on boss-mode] is coming over.Â
When she arrives, it's about 7:45pm. She quietly knocks before announcing her presenceâ stepping out of her shoes before joining you on your living room floor in front of the coffee table and TV. For a good part of the conversation, you indulge in some of the chicken she brought over, listening to her update you about the restaurant and some drama on his side of the family. She asks if there's anything new going on with you or the boys, and you simply shrug.
This is definitely her way of poking at you, and you're very close to cracking because who else can you open up to about this?
No one, and at this point, you need to. You need the reassurance.
"Are you sure nothing's up? To be honest, I know something's bothering you, and I know this wasn't just a 'little fight' between you and Hwa." She forms air quotes. That's the moment you do crack, tears welling in your eyes when you revisit that night. You tell Soyeon everything and confide in her, giving her more details about your dinner with San, to dancing with Seonghwa and kissing him, to Mingi and their fight. You tell her it's been about two weeks since you've spoken and you know Seonghwa is waiting for you to make the first move.Â
You tell her how you've started to realize your feelings for Seonghwa after everything and how incredibly terrified you are of them.
"I don't know what to do, Soyeon. He probably hates me."
"Just go over there and talk to him, Y/N. What are you waiting for? You know he's waiting for you to take initiative, and you should this time. This is all you." You sigh, bottom lip trembling as you begin to cry.Â
"I know."
"You know Seonghwa the best. It's so obvious how much he likes you and adores you after all this time. Why are you so afraid?"
"I know, I know." You sniffle. "I just am, Soyeon. I'm afraid of getting hurt, I'm afraid of Seonghwa realizing this isn't what he expected. I'm afraid of Seonghwa." You cry a bit harder and Soyeon is holding you close, rubbing your back as you lean against her shoulder. "I'm scared of this ruining us completely. What if we do get together and things don't pan out the way we expected? I'm so scared of losing him completely that I just don't know where I lie in all of this despite my feelings for him."
"You can't be afraid about every little thing, Y/N. I know it's scary, and life hasn't been entirely nice to you. But, this is your bestfriend. You can't just sit around and brush it under the rug when you know this is something you two need to discuss. Regardless of what happens, Seonghwa will never let you go. You two have been through so much together, he would never wanna do life without you by his side. Never." She continues to reassure you, giving you the push you need to get yourself together and just face it.
You loved Seonghwa, and it was time you looked beneath the surface.
Soyeon didn't stay too long after the two of you finish eating last nightâ turning the conversation into something more lighthearted after you cried and thanked her for being there for her. Her reassurance worked so much that you're ready to tackle the morning bright and early, throwing on some clothes to head over to Seonghwa's place. After Soyeon left, you called Wooyoung and asked what time Seonghwa's shift was for tomorrow. He snorted and told you it was 10am and asked what you were up to. You let Wooyoung know about your talk with Soyeon and that you missed him, finally throwing the stupid shit aside to just try and talk to him about that night.
To apologize, to make things right.
To tell him that you love him.
You keep it casual and comfy, throwing on some black and white wide-leg track pants, a crop tank and a baggy grey zip-up hoodie. You throw on your shoes, swiftly grab your keys and crossbody bag, jogging out to your car with a quick 'good morning' yell to Yaya from the side of the house. As you drive over to Seonghwa's apartment, you are equally filled with anxiety, nervousness and adrenaline. You're ready to put this behind you, but you're especially ready to talk to Seonghwa again. See him. Hug him.Â
Keep him close, never let him stray far again.
You pull into a guest lot, shutting off your car and wondering if you should've brought over some coffee, breakfast, anything, to make this a bit less awkward.
"Fuck." You mutter to yourself as you shake the thoughts from your head; no time for overthinking while you're running on limited time. You jog up the steps and up to Seonghwa's apartment, hesitating when you get to the front door before you finally bring your knuckles to the surface to give a couple of loud knocks. It takes a second before you hear rustling behind the door, Seonghwa clearing his throat before he swings the door open in a white tank and sweats. Your eyes immediately meet his, but he looks surprised, caught off guard even.
But, caught off guard in a sense that he's been caught doing something he shouldn't be doing.
You don't understand it until you see someone in the back try to slip by unnoticed, but she's wearing Seonghwa's shirt. Your heart immediately sinks to your gut and it makes you feel queasy. It shouldn't, but you hate to say it does.
It's probably Makayla.
It's too fucking late.
"Oh." Is all you say, and Seonghwa feels his heart break to a million pieces when he sees the look on your face. You're trying your hardest not to show how much it hurts you, but he knows you. He knows you well, that's for damn sure.
"Y/Nâ"
"It's good, I didn't meant to interrupt, I'm sorryâ I'll catch you later." You ramble and rush down the steps, hurrying away from the apartment to prevent Seonghwa from seeing the tears streaming down your cheeks.Â
This was your fault anyway, who else was there to blame?
"Y/N!" Seonghwa calls out one last time, but you're already running to your car. Very obvious that you're wiping away at your face as you sink into the driver's seat and pull out of the spot without turning back. "Fuck." Seonghwa groans to himself, and Makayla kinda just watches everything unfold right in front of her eyes. He runs a hand through his long, black locks, shutting the door quietly behind him as he turns to her and gives her a sympathetic smile.Â
"I'm sorry."
"That was Y/N?"
"Uh, yeah. My bestfriend." He looks at her, and she can already tell. She can already tell that it's you, and there is more to it than that. He loves you, and it's very, very obvious.
"You love her, don't you?" He lets out a breath and shrugs. He doesn't say anything for a bit, rather looks at her with those big doe-eyes before she catches him subtly nodding and diverting his attention to the floor.
"I'm so, so sorry, Makayla. I really am." What the fuck else can he say? He must look so fucked up right now; having taken her out the night before and let her spend the night after fumbling in the sheets. He was curious to see if Makayla would be the door to a new path, something that'll help him move forward. He had hope. After this morning's events, that clearly wasn't going to be the case and he wasn't going to lie about it.
"Don't be." She gives him a small, toothless smile. Because although it does suck, she's been there before and she'd hate for Seonghwa to miss out on the person he truly wants to be with. "You should really talk to her before it's too late."
⥠FLASHBACK | EARLY COLLEGE
You're on Seonghwa's back as he trails behind the group, walking up the path to the view of the city behind campus. Hongjoong, San, Wooyoung and a few other heads had wanted to go on a late night walkâ the goal being the view at the end for everyone to just sit and admire. At first, you didn't feel like going with a bunch of obnoxious boys. But, you had been cooped up in your room doing nothing but studying all day. It sounded better knowing Seonghwa would be around and being in the crisp, night air.Â
Seonghwa continues to walk up the slightly steep hill before spotting the view just down the street, you jumping off his back as soon as it becomes clear in sight.
"Hwa! Look at it!" You squeal, running to one of the free areas near the fence to get a good picture of the view. "It's so pretty! Look!"Â
"Yeah, it is." He catches his breath as he walks over next to you. Trekking that hill is not for the weak.
"Oh my god, look at all those lights. It's so beautiful. I didn't realize how flat the town is." You're mainly thinking out loud, saying it to yourself, but Seonghwa chuckles next to you and quietly nods. "I think I can see our favorite convenient store from here, and our favorite spot to get jajangmyeon."
"How would you know, they're little blobs right now."
"How would you not know, Seonghwa? Are you a fraud? Do you even like those places like you say you do?" He snorts.
"Relax, Nancy Drew. It was just a question."
"I just know." You say so matter-of-fact-ly that Seonghwa smiles to himself while you continue to look out at the view. "The stars are so pretty tonight, weather is so perfect. Ugh. We should do this more often." You continue to go on and Seonghwa just likes listening to you talk. He always has, always will.
Everything about you was his favorite.
"Iâ what?" You look up and see Seonghwa still staring at you before he lets out a deep chuckle.
"Nothing."
"Pichu, what is it?" He looks at you again, and it's obvious he wants to tell you something but is preventing himself from spilling it out onto the table for whatever reason. You turn towards him and cross your arms, tapping your foot to wait for his response.
"Nothing! I'm justâ nothing."
"Park Seonghwa."
"I-Iâ" He sighs. "I just wanted to tell you that I'm glad you ended up going on the walk with us. I wanted you here."
"Aw, you little sap." You pinch his bicep and he yelps. "Are you sure that's all?" He nods.
"Thank you, Y/N. For everything." He ruffles your hair and you can't help but pout at. "You know? For being a pain in the ass bestfriend."
"I beg to differ, but you're welcome." You chuckle. "Always us, right pichu?" You playfully punch him on the bicep before returning your attention back to the view.
And he'll forever remember this as the first time he tried to confess his feelings for you.
⥠END
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Russian Roulette
Pairing | Mitch Rapp x reader
Summary | Assassin!reader wonât talk. mitch knows just what to do to fix that Warnings | Sexual content, 18+, gun play, fear play, degradation, cnc (barely), breeding, face fucking, crying, edging, light praise, choking, brat taming, deep throating, Words | 8k Notes | Here it is folks! The long awaited russian roulette ficđ I do plan to edit this again and republish it in the future but Iâm happy with it for now. Enjoy!! (p.s. Iâm more likely to post stuff that isnât completely perfect in my eyes (even tho itâs literally still good lmao) if I have positive reinforcementđ just an fyi if yâall want moređ) Ao3 link | <3 Masterlist
It was supposed to be a simple mission. One youâve done hundreds of times by now.
Seduce the target, then kill the target.
Every mission, your boss gives you a name, picture, location, and time. Thatâs how you found yourself at a hotel bar, wearing a skimpy dress and strappy heels, waiting for Mitch Rapp.
Youâre excited for this one. Usually the men are either old perverts or young, inexperienced, and cocky. But every once in a while there'd be a man whoâd challenge you. A man who made the game exciting. And Mitch seems like that kind of man.
You sipped your drink and looked around the bar. Finally you saw him walk in. He went to the opposite side of the bar and ordered a drink. When he looked up, he caught your eyes. You didnât look away and just gave him a small smile. His face was emotionless but you didnât let that deter you. You leaned forward with your elbows on the bar, pushing your breasts together, and watched as his eyes followed the movement. When his drink was set in front of him, he grabbed it then started walking toward you, making you laugh internally. Men are so easy.
âHi.â You said, setting your drink down after he sat next to you.
âHi.â His voice definitely matches his face.
âIâm Evelyn.â You lied.
âDylan.â He lied as well. Your targets were rarely smart enough to use a fake name, usually too focused on your tits and the promise of a good fuck instead.
âDo you live around here?â You asked, twirling a piece of hair around your finger.
âNo. Iâm here on business.â He took a sip of his drink and looked you up and down, this time spending more time on your legs.
âOh me too. Well, business and then a little vacation time before I have to go back.â Which was another lie. You never stay anywhere right after a mission. âAlthough I do have time for some fun before I have to work.â You gave him a small smirk and crossed your legs, making your dress ride up your thigh.
âOh yeah? How much time?â
âProbably a couple hours. My boss is flexible.â Lie. He hates when youâre late. But youâre horny and, target or not, thereâs a hot man in front of you. He can wait a little longer than planned.
âWhat do you say, Dylan? Wanna keep me company for a few hours?â You set your hand on his thigh lightly. When you started sliding it up, he grabbed your wrist, his fingers completely encircling it. Probably to keep you from finding a concealed weapon.
âYou donât know what youâre getting yourself into.â He said lowly.
âI think I have a pretty good idea.â You bit your lip, looking up at him through your eyelashes. âCâmon, letâs have some fun.â You leaned your face closer to his and felt his grip on your wrist tighten.
âI promise Iâll be a good girl.â You whispered, breath fanning against his lips. His eyes roamed your face for a few seconds before suddenly using his grip to pull you from your seat, over to the elevator. Youâre thankful your purse was already on your shoulder because you definitely wouldnât have remembered to grab it⊠And you definitely need it to finish the mission. Not that you canât kill someone without a gun, itâs just easier.
You entered the elevator and he pushed the button for his floor. When the doors closed he slammed your back against the wall and pressed his lips to yours, making you moan in surprise. His hands gripped your waist tightly and yours went to his hair. He kissed you passionately, his tongue fighting for dominance with yours. When he rolled his hips into you, you pulled back with a gasp. He was quick to move to your neck, pressing kisses and leaving hickeys along the sides. You moaned again and his hand snaked down your leg then up your dress on the outside of your thigh.
âOh my god!â
You both pulled away quickly. An older lady stood outside the elevator with her mouth open in shock. You hadnât even heard the elevator ding. Mitch checked the floor number then swiftly exited, pulling you behind him.
âSorry.â You gave the lady a sheepish smile as you walked past her. You entered his room quickly and he slammed you against the wall again. When his lips met yours, you started trying to push his jacket off his shoulders. He obliged then pulled back to take his shirt off.
You were too horny to think about what the proper reply should be when someone has scars like this. Maybe thatâs what gave you away.
He pulled your purse off your shoulder and threw it on the dresser next to you. You internally cringed when it landed with a really loud thump, seeing as your phone and gun are both in it.
He kissed you again and started sliding both of his hands up the outside of your thighs, this time making sure to pull your dress up. He placed his leg between yours and you stifled a moan. When he bit your lip, you gave in, starting to grind on his thigh. His hands reached your hips and he gripped them tightly, forcing you to continue rocking against him.
Mitch moved to your neck again, leaving more hickeys and occasionally biting the sensitive skin. He reached your collar bones and continued down your chest but pulled back when he reached your dress. He looked at you with dark eyes then placed his hand on your neck. You gasped and started rutting against him harder.
He leaned his head down next to yours, putting his mouth by your ear, then whispered, âWho are you?â
âW-what?â You didnât register the question, still focusing on grinding against him. He leaned back to look at you and tightened his hand on your neck, making you release a choked moan.
âWho the fuck are you?â Your hips stuttered to a stop. Shit. They never figure it out until thereâs a gun to their head. Maybe he means something else. âWho do you work for?â He said, harsher this time.
Okay so he definitely doesnât mean something else. Fuck. He slammed your head against the wall and you winced.
âI- I donât know what youâre talking about. Dylan, youâre scaring me.â You said quietly.
âDonât fucking lie to me!â He growled. He tightened his grip, and even pushed on your windpipe, making you claw at his hand, trying to remove it.
âYouâre hurting me.â You whimpered, feeling tears pool in your eyes from the lack of oxygen. âDylan, please.â You gasped, letting the tears fall- all of it adding to your performance. His grip loosened and your chest heaved, trying to take in as much air as possible. Finally you caught your breath and then made your move- itâs too risky to stay in this position when you donât know what heâs capable of.
You punched him in the nose and he stumbled back, clearly surprised. You ran the couple of steps to reach for your purse but were yanked back by your hair until you landed on the ground in front of him, his gun aimed at your head.
âWho are you?â He asked again, his voice harsher now.
There are three ways you can play this. Accept your fate, continue with the act and hope you fool him, or fight and finish the assignment. In reality, there was only one option because of your ego.
âHonestly Iâm surprised you figured it out so soon. Most of them donât until theyâre already dead.â You smirked, looking up at him. âAlthough the few that do figure it out usually are smart enough to try and get their dick wet before doing anything.â His face remained emotionless and it only spurred you on.
âWhat gave me away?â You started taking off your heels, preparing for a fight or a quick escape. âCâmon Mitch,â You continued when he didnât reply, âI gotta know how to improve for my next job.â
âWho are you?â You kept looking up at him and moved onto your knees, not giving him an answer. Suddenly, his gun hit your temple, the force making you fall onto your hip. You brought your hand up to feel the injury, no blood at least but itâll definitely bruise.
âFucking, dick! What was that for?â
âItâs going to get a whole lot worse for you if you donât start answering my questions.â
âWhat are you gonna do? Shoot me?â He cocked the gun and held it closer to your head making you chuckle. âYou wonât do that.â
âWhyâs that?â He deadpanned.
âBecause your dickâs still hard.â You whispered, placing a hand on his bulge, waiting for him to remove it. He looked you up and down and you could only imagine what you look like right now. Because based on what you can feel, your dress is dangerously low on your chest and high on your thighs, and not to mention the number of hickeys you probably have. He put his gun in the waistband of his pants behind him and you smirked triumphantly.
Mitch crouched in front of you and you tried to plan how you could grab either his gun off him or your own. One hand fisted your hair and roughly pulled your head back, making you gasp.
âIâm going to ask you again. And Iâm going to keep asking and hurting you more and more until you finally tell me.â
âWho are you?â You kept your mouth shut and stared at him. He removed his hand from your hair to land a swift punch on your cheek before grabbing it again. The dull throbbing hurt like hell but you kept your poker face.
âWho do you work for?â When you didnât answer, he punched you twice this time. You could taste the blood in your mouth and you debated spitting it in his face.
âYouâre wasting your time. You might as well just kill me.â You wiped off some blood you felt dripping on the corner of your mouth. âIâve been trained to endure every type of torture in the book.â He examined you again but this time you grew nervous under his gaze. Finally he hummed and stood up.
âYouâre right. Iâm going about this all wrong.â
âWhat?â You barely got the word out before he grabbed your hair again, lifting you off the floor and throwing you onto the bed. âWhat the hell are you doing??â You scrambled backwards to the head of the bed when he started moving toward you.
âLuckiky for you, I know a type of torture thatâs not in the book. Take your dress off.â
âW- no!â He sighed and got on the bed, grabbing your ankles and pulling you until you laid on your back. Mitch grabbed the hem of your dress and ripped it in half easily. You wanted to be angry with him so badly⊠but the horny part of your brain is outweighing any logic right now.
He pulled the shreds of fabric off your body until you were left in just underwear- foregoing a bra earlier because of the dressâs low back.
Mitch straddled your hips and placed a hand on your neck, leaning down so his nose brushed yours. You closed your eyes, waiting, but you only felt his breath fan against your lips as he chuckled.
âYouâre lucky I donât just kill you right now.â He rasped. His hand moved up to grip your cheeks, forcing your lips into a pout. âWhat do you say when Iâm being so generous?â
Fuck you. Is what you wanted to say.
âThank youâŠâ You muttered, looking at the wall next to you. You assumed Mitch was satisfied because he released your face and sat up. He dragged his nails down your ribs and you hissed at the sting. Finally he reached your underwear.
âSuch a fucking slut.â He mumbled under his breath and you bit your tongue. âNo bra and this pathetic excuse for underwear? Baby, youâre just asking for it arenât you?â He cooed. You wanted to beat the patronizing tone right out of him, but you couldnât help the reaction you actually had. He smirked when he noticed you clenching your thighs together beneath him.
Mitch grabbed your underwear and ripped it in half, a lot easier than your dress. He removed the fabric and you started squirming under him. His hands held your hips still and his thumb brushed across your mound, teasing you. You bucked your hips and whined.
âOh Iâm sorry. Did you want something?â You glared at him and his smirk returned.
âYou know, if you donât know how to please a woman you can just say that. You donât have to drag it out and stall.â His smirk immediately turned into a scowl and he raised his hand to hit you again but froze when he heard an unfamiliar phone go off. He got off you and you started to sit up but he grabbed his gun, pointing it at you.
âStay.â
You rolled your eyes at the command. He grabbed your purse from the dresser and walked back over to the bed, gun still aimed at you.
âThatâs my boss probably wondering where I am.â You said when the ringing stopped.
âI thought you said heâs flexible.â
âI lied.â
The ringing started again and he pulled the phone out of your purse. He looked at the unknown number then to you.
âYouâre going to answer and youâre going to lie. Otherwise itâs a bullet in your head. Understand?â You nodded and he answered the phone, putting it on speaker.
âWhatâs taking so long?â He snapped.
âIâm just wrapping up. Iâll be in tomorrow instead of tonight⊠This guy was a lot more trained than you said.â
âYou better not have slept with him again-â
âThat literally happened one time and I still finished the assignment. How many more times are you going to bring it up?â You asked, very annoyed and wanting to get back to Mitch. Speaking of him, you looked up at him and saw his eyebrows were raised. You just rolled your eyes and flipped him off.
âDonât be late.â The call abruptly ended and you found yourself wondering why you had covered for him. Youâre not afraid to die⊠but it was almost instinctual to lie to your boss and that scared you. Because if Mitch had the power to make you do that⊠what else could he make you do?
You cleared your throat and looked up at him. He tossed your phone on the floor then continued digging through your purse. He pulled out your revolver and smirked.
âCute.â
âYeah I bet youâll think itâs really cute when one of those bullets goes through dick-â
âWatch your fucking mouth. Thatâs your final warning.â
âOr what?â You challenged him. He set your gun on the bed behind him and kneeled over your hips again.
âOpen.â You kept your mouth shut as tight as possible and he sighed. Mitch grabbed your cheeks and forced your jaw down then slid his gun into your mouth. You gagged at the taste and tried to get away from it but he was practically holding your head down. When you gagged again, this time it was because he shoved it further into your mouth. You felt tears well up in your eyes, then fall down your temples.
âPoor baby, crying over a few inches. How do you think youâre going to take my cock if you canât even take this, hm?â You attempted to whine around the gun but it just sounded like a garbled moan. Mitch fucked his gun in and out of your mouth slowly and you continued to squirm under him.
âCareful, baby. One wrong move and I could accidentally pull the trigger. We donât want that now do we?â You whimpered and squeezed your eyes shut, your body going stiff.
âThere you go.â He purred. You continued gagging and crying, just wanting to be done with this part already.
âTake it.â He uttered softly. After a few more long seconds he removed it, a trail of saliva connecting the barrel and your lips. You coughed and tried to catch your breath, then looked up at him through your lashes, your lips were slightly parted as you panted.
He reached up and placed a hand on your cheek. You tried not to read into it when you leaned your head against his palm. His thumb wiped the remainder of your tears, then moved down to trace your lips. He just barely put his thumb in your mouth when you closed your lips around it and sucked lightly. You swirled your tongue around his finger, then opened your lips slightly. He removed his thumb, dragging your bottom lip down on the way out.
Your thighs were squeezed together and you bucked your hips before you could stop yourself. He chuckled and removed his hand from your face, groping your breasts instead. You gasped when he pinched your nipples and then winced when he tugged even harder.
âOw.â You mumbled. He ignored you and did it again. âYou know, you donât have to be so rough with it. It feels perfectly fine when you do it lighter.â
âOh I know. But hereâs the thing,â He leaned down in front of your face, âIâm not trying to make you feel good, and I especially donât care if it feels good or not.â He glanced at your lips, then leaned back up.
âIâm going to keep hurting you. And if your slutty little head canât tell the difference, thatâs not my fault.â He shrugged and you pouted.
âThereâs not even a small part of you that wants to make me feel good?â You looked up at him through your lashes. His hands grabbed your waist, his thumbs rubbing circles on your stomach.
âYou know, usually when someone tries to kill me⊠thatâs not a very good incentive for me to pleasure them.â You just rolled your eyes.
âBut I understand why youâre confused, baby.â His tone was dripping with condescension. âBecause we both know youâre not leaving here alive and yet, Iâd bet youâre all too willing and eager to please me.â You scoffed and he raised his eyebrows, as if to say am I wrong?
âTough luck.â You snickered, feeling his grip tighten on your waist. âIâm a pillow princess. So Iâm perfectly content right here.â You smirked and tilted your head slightly from its place on the pillows, as if to give him a physical example of just how content you are. He gripped your neck in one hand, the other holding himself up on the bed next to your shoulder while he leaned over you.
âThat may be true, but even as a pillow princess I can tell youâd do just about anything for some praise.â You felt your cheeks heat up at that. Thereâs no way youâre this easy to readâŠ?
âPlease.â You scoffed. âI wasnât loved enough by my daddy and now Iâll do anything a man asks in bed? Is that it?â You said sarcastically.
âNo I donât think itâs that.â Mitch tilted his head, studying you. âI think, being a female assassin, you rarely get the recognition and praise that you deserve. So you crave it in other forms.â You swallowed, your neck moving under his palm.
âWhat is this, a fucking therapy session?â You spat, growing uncomfortable under his gaze.
âNo.â He smirked. âIâm just having some fun by getting under your skin.â
âOr are you just stalling cause youâve never been with a woman before?â You flashed an innocent smile as his hand tightened on your neck. âOr is it that you canât get it up? Thereâs nothing to be ashamed of, Mitch. Impotence isnât uncommon.â You feigned seriousness, almost laughing at his expression.
Eventually though, he just chuckled darkly and your stomach dropped a little. He grabbed your ripped underwear and shoved it in your mouth. You looked at him with wide eyes, but before you could do anything, his hand was leaving your neck and sliding down your stomach. He reached your leg and traced over your hip bone, not going down any farther. You tried to spread your legs under him but you barely moved.
Mitch leaned up then settled between your legs on his knees. He grabbed your hips roughly and dragged his nails down your thighs, touching you just about everywhere except where you actually wanted him to.
You whined, squirming and opening your legs wider. Finally, his fingers ghosted over your clit, making you instantly buck your hips into his hand. To retaliate, he slapped your clit, hard, and shot you a warning look. You choked on a gasp at the sting but it faded quickly.
His fingers lightly dragged down your clit to your folds, then back up to start again. You were just about to rip the underwear from your mouth and tell him to hurry up when a finger entered you. You let out a muffled moan and closed your eyes, tilting your head back. He curled his finger inside you over and over again until you were bucking your hips against his hand. He inserted another finger and you let out another relieved moan.
This continued for a few minutes until you felt yourself nearing the edge. His palm pressed down against your clit, adding even more stimulation. Your hips were rocking against his hand and your eyes closed as you were about to come. He pulled his hand away suddenly, making you whine loudly.
âReady for some torture?â Mitch smirked and you pouted around the makeshift gag. His fingers entered you, picking up where they left off. You fisted the sheets in both hands and arched your back slightly as you got close again. He stopped and you cried out as you came down from the edge for a second time.
âYou gonna answer me now?â He looked at you with a dark glint in his eyes. He wasnât really asking since he didnât remove the gag to let you speak. âThatâs fine. I have all night.â He curled his fingers inside of you and picked up the speed, making you release a muffled moan. He edged you a few more times- after the fourth time you started losing count- and you were so desperate that you were on the verge of tears.
You tried talking around the underwear in your mouth but it just came out as incoherent, muffled sounds. He removed it and you didnât waste a second before begging.
âPlease- I wantâŠâ You cut off with a sharp inhale when a third finger entered you, âI want to come. Please make me come.â He was silent for a moment and then he removed his fingers, sucking your arousal off of them quickly.
âHow about this?â He picked up your gun and took out the bullets, leaving one in, and then spun the cylinder. âIâm going to shoot this four times,â he leaned over on his elbow, aiming the gun at your temple, âand if youâre still alive by the end of it, then you can come.â You choked on a gasp and his fingers brushed your entrance again.
âIf youâre not alive by the end of itâŠâ He leaned down so his nose almost brushed yours, âWell, Iâm still going to fuck you.â He whispered with a dark look in his eyes that made you shiver. He inserted his fingers again and you whimpered at the intrusion.
âReady?â He smirked, cocking the gun. You shook your head and furrowed your brows.
âN-no, I donât-â You flinched when he pulled the trigger, the click deafening right next to your ear because of the sudden fear you got hit with. You shuddered and squeezed your eyes shut.
âOne.â He rasped. You whimpered and shook your head more.
âM-Mitch, I-I donât wannaâŠâ You gasped out.
âWhy not, baby?â He worked his fingers inside you faster now. âI thought you wanted to come?â And the thing is⊠you do. You want to come so fucking badly. The gun aimed at your head is only adding to the growing knot of arousal in your stomach. But you watched him load the gun. And you have every reason to believe that he truly doesnât care whether he fucks you before or after he kills you. While the thought makes you clench around his fingers, youâd rather be alive for that.
âJust three more, princess. I know you can take it. You wanna come right?â The saccharinity in his voice was quickly taking down all of your defenses. You nodded hesitantly, still shaking out of fear and arousal. He pulled the trigger again, the sound making you release a choked sob.
âTwo more.â You felt tears welling in your eyes quickly. Youâve dabbled with fear play as a kink in the past, but it was never anything like this. He inserted a fourth finger and you whimpered at the stretch, but didnât tell him to stop.
âYou deserve this, princess.â His fingers contrasted the gentleness in his tone. âMaybe I should just fire all six rounds.â You moaned through a cry, feeling too overwhelmed emotionally and physically. âCause we both know your holes are all youâre good for. At least when youâre dead you wonât be able to talk.â He fired the third shot and you felt the tears start to fall.
âPoor thing. Are you scared?â He cooed softly and you nodded with a whimper. âLittle girls like you shouldnât be carrying weapons around. It makes it too easy for just anyone to turn the tables and have you at the other end.â The way he reprimanded you was infantilizing. And you hated the fact that you donât hate itâŠ
âI-Iâm sorry.â You whimpered, not sure what else to say.
âYouâre so fucking pathetic. Look at you, humping my hand.â You didnât even realize you were doing that. âEven with a gun to your head youâre still only thinking with your cunt. Thatâs why youâre a shitty assassin.â He whispered the last part bitterly.
âDumb little whores like you arenât cut out for this, you know why? Because youâd rather fuck your target than finish the assignment.â He ground the palm of his hand down hard on your clit, making you moan. âSay it, princess. Say âIâm a dumb whore who only thinks with my cunt.ââ You whined loudly in protest, but he pressed the gun hard into your temple, reminding you of your position right now.
âI-â You cut off with a choked sob, âIâm aâŠâ You squeezed your eyes shut, embarrassed.
âOpen your eyes, baby. Open your eyes and look at me.â You complied. âThere you go. Now keep looking at me and say it. Donât make me tell you again or one more shot will turn into two.â
âIâm a- a dumb whore who only thinks with my- with my cunt.â You whispered and Mitch looked satisfied.
âYou ready to come?â You whimpered and nodded eagerly, thinking heâd let you come before firing the last shot. âThen just one more, baby.â Your stomach dropped and you felt the fear come back, full force. The coil in your stomach was about as tight as it could get and you tried to come before he could have a chance to fire another round, but your body would not obey you.
âReady?â You choked on a sob and shook your head. âOh come on, donât be such a little bitch about it. Do you want to come or not?â
âYes!â You cried.
âThen beg.â He said and you paused.
âW-what?â
âBeg me to shoot you so you can finally come, humping my hand like a fucking bitch in heat.â He growled, his fingers somehow going faster. You stared at him with wide eyes and slightly parted lips.
âGo on, baby.â
âPleaseâŠâ You mumbled.
âRemember what I said would happen if I had to tell you again?â You swallowed, giving him a small nod.
âPlease s-shoot meâŠâ You whimpered, eyeing the gun. He raised his eyebrows so you continued, âso you can finally make me come.â
âGood girl.â He smirked, grinding his palm harder against your clit, bringing you impossibly closer to the edge. He fired the gun and you froze, then let out a heavy breath.
âCan- can I come now please?â You all but sobbed in relief.
âGo ahead, princess. Keep humping my hand just like that⊠good girl. Grind on it, baby. Make yourself cum.â He set the gun on the bed then wrapped his hand around your throat, pressing on the sides hard enough to make you light headed. You gripped his bicep and squeezed your eyes shut. Finally the knot inside you snapped and your back arched as your head tilted back, pushing your throat into his hand. Your other hand reached up to grab the wrist of the hand on your neck. You didnât try to pull him away, you just needed something to ground yourself.
As you came down from your orgasm, your body sagged into the bed. Your eyes were closed as you panted, trying to catch your breath. He pulled his fingers from you then took his ring and pinky fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean and groaning at the taste. He placed his pointer and middle fingers in your already open mouth and you moaned, leaning forward to take them deeper.
âWho do you work for?â He asked softly, removing his fingers and using his other hand to cup your cheek. The tenderness of his touch and his voice distracted you from the weight of the question.
âPiece of shit.â You mumbled sleepily, leaning into his hand. âHate him.â You sighed and closed your eyes that were growing heavier the longer you tried to keep them open.
âWhy does he want me dead?â He brushed his thumb against your cheek, his other hand moving some hair behind your ear.
âYouâre being so sweet. Dunno why anyone would want that.â You pouted, opening your eyes to look at him. He gave you a soft smile, but his eyes showed his confusion. âI didnât wanna kill you. Dunno why⊠just had a feeling I guess.â You returned his smile then closed your eyes again.
âIâm not done with you yet, princess. Donât go falling asleep on me now.â He chuckled, his breath fanning against your lips. âRemember what I said? Iâm fucking you whether youâre alive or not.â
âAlive doesnât mean conscious.â You smiled mischievously, not opening your eyes.
âAlright then. If you donât want to be conscious when I fuck your face and then your cunt, then by all means. Go ahead and sleep. Makes no difference to me.â You could practically hear his smirk, and yet⊠you still took the bait. You opened your eyes and glared at him.
âFine. I guess Iâll be conscious.â You huffed dramatically, rolling your eyes. You did your best to suppress a giggle.
âIâm honored.â His faux seriousness is what made you break out into a fit of laughter. He didnât really laugh with you, but he smiled so you counted that as a win.
âAlright get it over with.â You settled into your spot on the bed and opened your mouth with a glint in your eyes.
âYouâre such a pillow princess.â He muttered, shaking his head with an amused smile.
âHey! Donât say it like itâs a bad thing. Iâm proud to be a pillow princess.â You grinned and he just scoffed.
âYeah, okay.â He laid down on the spot next to you, one hand resting on his stomach and the other behind his head. âSorry, princess but youâre gonna have to do some of the work. Iâve been on top the whole time.â
âSo what Iâm hearing is⊠you want to bottom? I mean Iâm down for that but I donât think we have the right materials, unless youïżœïżœre hiding a strap somewhere.â You smirked, sitting up.
âCute. Remember what happened last time you didnât watch your mouth?â You flushed at the memory.
âHow are you gonna fuck my face if you gag me with my underwear again?â
âIâm really starting to reconsider accepting your decision to stay conscious.â You gaped at him.
âYou wound me, Mitch.â You put a hand over your heart dramatically.
âIâm going to wound you if you donât hurry up.â You narrowed your eyes at him.
âYou know, you telling me to hurry up makes me want to do the opposite.â You crossed your arms and he huffed.
âYouâre a brat too. Anyone ever tell you that?â
âYeah actually. It usually goes hand in hand with the whole pillow princess thing.â You condescended him and he raised his eyebrows.
âFine.â He rolled his eyes then looked up at you through his lashes. âPlease suck my cock, baby. You wanna make me feel good right? Wanna prove that you really are a good girl? Cause Iâm aching for you, princess. I know you can make me feel so fucking good.â He all but whined and you faltered. That was not what you were expecting at all. You figured youâd get another sarcastic reply, not- not that. You settled between his legs on your knees.
âI want to state for the record that I am doing this because I want to, not because you told me to.â You started unbuttoning his pants and you glanced up when he didnât reply. He had a satisfied smirk on his stupid, pretty face. You just glared at him and kept working on taking his pants off. When you removed his black briefs you were mesmerized as his cock slapped against his stomach, big and red and did you mention he was big??
âTake a picture, itâll last longer.â
âI would but you threw my phone somewhere soâŠâ You reached out to touch him but he grabbed your wrist.
âTake them off all the way.â You huffed but did what he said then reached for him again, he didnât stop you this time. It looked even bigger in your hand and you could see the vein on the bottom and the precum surfacing at the tip. You leaned down and licked the clear bead, moaning at the taste and then laying down on your stomach between his legs.
You looked up at him and god what a sight. The veins in his arm behind his head are bulging and you could see the veins in the hand resting on his stomach. His pupils were blown wide and he had a light blush on his face.
âCâmon, princess. We donât have all night.â You ignored him and continued trailing your gaze over his body. You wanted to kiss all of the moles littering his face. Your hand reached up and you brushed your fingers down his happy trail until you reached the base of his cock. You grasped it and looked up at him before starting to move your hand.
His eyes fluttering was the only indication that he even felt anything, so you decided to do more. You put the tip in your mouth and lightly sucked and then swirled your tongue around it, your hand still pumping him. He muttered a âfuckâ and you wanted more.
You took him deeper into your mouth, until your lips met your hand, then went back up, still keeping your mouth on him. You looked up at him and when you met his eyes he groaned. He tangled a hand in your hair but didnât push you yet.
âThatâs it. Fuck- good girl. No hands, baby. Just your mouth.â You removed your hand and continued bobbing your head up and down his length. He started taking control, moving you further down each time. When you gagged and tried to pull back is when he lost all control.
His other hand joined your hair and he didnât even move your head. He just held you still and bucked up into your mouth at a punishing pace. Each time he thrusted in, you were nearly all the way down, but not fully. His thrusting came to an abrupt stop when he buried his cock as far as your throat would allow.
âFuck- Relax your throat, princess. Câmon, take me all the way in.â You did your best to relax and he pushed inside until you gagged around him and tried moving off him. His grip didnât loosen and you clawed at his thighs, feeling your airways start to burn from lack of oxygen. When he finally let you pull back, you took a huge breath in and coughed. Mitch was stroking your hair and you looked up at him with tears in your eyes.
âReady for more?â You glanced at his cock again and nodded, licking your lips. He eased your mouth back over him and started with slow thrusts. He moved your head up and down his length, the slow place allowing you to concentrate on breathing and not gagging.
âYouâre just the perfect little fuck toy for my cock, arenât you?â You moaned around him and he started to speed up. âJust a fleshlight for me to use however I want. Fuck- you were made for this.â He grunted. His hips started to meet your mouth every time he pushed you down.
âFuck- take it, princess.â He groaned when you choked around him. He held you down until your lips were at the base of his cock, paying no mind to your struggling. Your hands gripped his thighs again, nails digging into the skin. Even though he was holding you flush against his hips, he was still thrusting into your mouth slightly.
Finally he released you, a trail of spit connecting your lips and his cock. One of his hands fell to his side, the other brushing the tears of your face.
âCome here.â He muttered, pulling your body up his. He kissed you slowly, nails dragging down your back, making you groan. He rolled both of you over until he was on top of you, never breaking the kiss.
âIâm gonna fuck you now.â He rasped. You nodded your head, eager for him to start. âCondom?â He took his cock in his hand, rubbing the tip against your opening and your clit.
âDonât have one. Iâm on the pill though.â You breathed, bucking your hips into him. He connected his lips to yours again, this time faster and more eager. He pressed the tip against your opening, pushing in the tiniest amount. When he finally breached your walls you gasped. Obviously you knew he was big⊠but itâs a whole other story when heâs actually inside you.
He slowly slid his length into you, your legs being pushed up to his hips the closer he got. When his hips were flush against yours, your chest started heaving as you tried to relax around him.
âFuck,â You whimpered, grabbing his bicep in one hand and the sheets in the other, âoh my god. Youâre so fucking big.â You gasped out. He furrowed his brows and opened his mouth in a silent moan. Mitch grabbed your thigh and pushed it up higher, the new angle making you whimper.
âOh fuck- your little cunt is so tight around me.â He groaned, finally starting to pull back slowly. He dragged his length out of you until only the tip was inside, then snapped his hips forward quickly. The force pushed you up the bed slightly but he continued that rhythm.
âFuck- please go faster.â You whined, dragging your nails down his back and making him groan. His thrusts sped up slightly, the sound of his hips hitting yours was resonating through the room, along with your moans. His mouth attached to your neck as he bit and sucked the skin everywhere he could reach. You put a hand in his hair and pulled on it hard. To retaliate, his hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing the sides and making your head feel lighter.
Mitch kissed you again briefly, then pulled out. You whimpered at the empty feeling but he quickly grabbed your hips and flipped you onto your stomach. He pulled you onto your knees then pressed down on your upper back, making you arch even further. His cock entered you again and you let out a loud moan at the sudden thrust. His pace picked up quickly and you fisted the sheets near your head and squeezed your eyes shut. His hand left your back to grab your hips, using the leverage to thrust harder and faster.
He landed a sharp slap on your ass and you cried out from the sudden sting. He leaned over you and brushed the hair on your face behind your ear. His thrusts never ceased as his lips brushed your ear.
âYou take my cock so fucking well, baby.â He said through a moan. Your breath hitched and you felt his words add to the growing warmth in your belly. âItâs like you were made for me. Made to be my little cock sleeve.â Mitch grabbed your hair and pulled your head back, making you gasp. His other hand wrapped around your throat, pushing your head back slightly. The harshness of his thrusts coupled with the sting on your scalp and the floaty feeling from his hand on your neck was driving you closer to the edge.
No matter how much you hated your boss or your job⊠you couldnât help but feel glad that you didnât quit yet. Because this was probably the best fuck of your life. Sure, most of the other men youâve been with couldnât please a woman to save their life- literally and metaphorically- but thereâs just something different about him. About the way that heâs rough and soft at the same time. Not just in his actions but in his words too. Itâs almost like he had a fucking manual for all of your kinks and turn ons.
âWhere do you want me to come?â He whispered, lips grazing your ear. And fuck- you clenched around him, making him moan lowly.
âInside.â You whispered breathily. His grip on your neck tightened and he cursed under his breath.
âYeah? You want me to fill you up?â He put all his weight on the arm holding your throat, then released your hair and moved his hand down to start rubbing your clit.
âPlease.â You whined, clenching down on him again.
âSuch a fucking slut- wanting a stranger to come inside you.â You whimpered at that because⊠even though it doesnât feel like it, he still is a stranger. âWhat if I knock you up, huh? I guess it wonât matter either way since, like I said, youâre not leaving here alive.â His thrusts got harder and faster and he was panting next to your head.
âPlease, I-â You cut off with a choked sob, getting closer to your release with every thrust. âI wanna live. Wanna be your cock sleeve.â Despite you being 90% sure this was all roleplay, there was still some truth to your words.
âBegging for your life and all you have to offer are your holes?â Your breath hitched and his words just added to the growing knot in your stomach. âI might consider that. But it depends⊠are you offering all your holes?â
âYes!â You said through a moan. âYes- all of them.â He chuckled darkly. âPlease, I- I need to come.â You cried, feeling yourself nearing the edge.
âGo ahead, baby. Come and Iâll fill you up, okay?â He rasped, his hand rubbing your clit faster. Your body obeyed his command and you cried out when your orgasm hit. You heard him curse under his breath and felt as he fucked into you faster. You buried your face in the bed, muffling your loud moans. His hips stilled and you felt hot come paint your walls. You let out a loud whine as his hips just barely bucked against you, trying to bury himself deeper.
After both of you stilling and just panting for a few seconds, you lifted your face from the bed so you could breathe better and he moved off of you so he was kneeling. Mitch slowly dragged his cock out and you clenched at the emptiness. You felt his come drip out of you, down your clit, and he groaned loudly. He rubbed the head of his cock on you, spreading his come around, and you hissed at how sensitive you were. He moved to lay beside you and you dropped down from your knees on your stomach.
âYou donât seem like the type to cuddle after sex.â You chuckled and the corners of his lips turned up.
âYouâd be surprised. But we arenât exactly cuddling right now.â
âWell whatâs stopping you?â You smirked and he rolled his eyes before pulling you to lay partially on top of him.
âBetter?â He raised his brows and you laughed quietly.
âMuch.â You said, laying your head on his chest. His fingertips lightly dragged up and down your arm and you traced the moles and freckles on his chest. What now? You thought. Heâs not actually going to kill you⊠is he? âAre you actually gonna kill me?â You mumbled against his chest.
âI donât knowâŠâ He sighed. âNo. But I canât just let you go.â He was silent for a moment before continuing. âI think I should bring you to my superiors and let them decide what to do with you.â
âYour superiors? That doesnât sound ominous at all.â You laughed, feeling his chest vibrate as he chuckled quietly. âWhat are they like mob bosses or something?â You said teasingly.
âMore like a former navy seal and director of the CIA.â
âThe C-â You lifted yourself off his chest to look at him. âCIA? You work for the CIA??â Your voice rose in shock and he raised his brows, amused by your reaction.
âOh my god- I almost killed someone from the CIA. That wouldâve been so bad.â You put a hand over your mouth and stared at him with wide eyes. âYou didnât even get close to killing me.â He chuckled.
âOnly because I didnât want to. I totally couldâve killed you.â He just smirked at you but you were too hung up on the fact that your boss basically sent you on a suicide mission. If not suicide, then life in jail.
âThat bastard! He sent me to kill an agent of the US government and didnât even fucking tell me.â You seethed before calmly stating, âIâm gonna kill him.â
âDonât kill him.â He chuckled. âActually it depends. Who is he?â You told him the name and his eyebrows raised before he let out a small laugh.
âWhat?â You asked, confused.
âThatâs the guy weâve been after right now. Weâre actually really close too.â
âOh... Whatâd he do?â You asked.
âHeâs a terrorist.â He deadpanned and your whole expression dropped.
âOh shit.â You breathed. âOkay well now I definitely want to kill him.â You shrugged. âAfter I get paid though.â
âBut you didnât kill me.â
âThatâs whatâs funny about it though. Itâd be even more ironic if you were the one to kill him.â Suddenly, you realized that you, an assassin, are talking to an agent of the US government about killing someone. âAre you gonna arrest me?â You asked nervously and he let out a small chuckle.
âI donât think I can even do that⊠but no.â You sighed in relief. âPlus, what good is a fuck toy if itâs in jail?â He smirked and you felt your cheeks heat up.
IâM SORRY IDK HOW TO END THIS đđ
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heyyyy there, how are you? was just thinkinggg đđ§ ---
may I please request an enemies to lovers ao'nung x fem!metkayina!reader fic where reader ventures out beyond the reef with bestie tsireya in their rarely found free time in order to decompress from their stressful routines --- evident in readers duties of teaching the young many things like weaving and breathing, helping ronal collect medicinal resources, and tsireya being tsakarem. reader vents about ao'nung being a pain and how hard she's pining for him regardless and tsireya, being all knowing, tries to hint to reader about ao'nungs feelings. some more banter before reya rushes off to meet with lo'ak for their date. not long after tsireya leaves, readers gets attacked and badly injured in the leg by something (I can't think of anything đ) and rushes back to awa'atlu riding an ilu, bleeding out, where ao'nung (previously training) takes notice of her limping out of the water barely conscious. ao'nung rushes to her, reader collapsing in his arms, ao'nung delivering a cutsie little panicked "don't worry, im not gonna let anything to happen to you, 'm gonna take care of you" just before readers loses consciousness đđđđ perhaps some cutie fluffy tearful confessions after she wakes in ronals healing marui
âLiving, breathing, nightmare.â
word count: 4.4k
pairings: aonung x fem!metkayina!readerÂ
author notes:Â - the prompt IS enemies to lovers so i decided to make it a HEAAVY emphasis on the enemies part of that (đ), so this is gonna be a wild ass ride. love you for this request, thanks for bringing me back onto this platform, anon! - 2nd person (love it too much) - NO you are not short youâre a little taller than tsireya but aonung is just a tall mf
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âSo, they hate each other?â Ewie asked curiously, her curiosity piqued as her gaze remained fixed on the two naâvi bickering aways from her and the tsakarem-to-be of her clan.
â...Not exactly,â Tsireya answered, grimacing.
She sighed, patting the little oneâs back, who stood there confused and still staring, eyes wide as seashells. Tsireya knelt down on one knee atop the damp, warm sand, offering the little girl a reassuring smile as she reached out to place her hand to Ewieâs shoulder, encouraging her to meet Tsireyaâs gaze. âWhy donât you go on and play with your friends now, Ewie? You can resume your lessons with [name] tomorrow,â she said softly, promptly turning her head to smile at Ewieâs friends who ran wildly across the coast, screaming and jumping joyously.
The little girlâs eyes brightened as she looked at her group of friends, one of the boys in particular waving her over to join. She let out a small excited squeal, her mind now totally torn away from the sight of you and aonung, running to join them. Tsireya smiled as she watched Ewie scamper away, leaving only the older girl and the ocean in her wake. For Tsireya, now was one of the calm moments that no one could take away from her.Â
She inhaled, the ocean breeze carrying a freshness that was tinged with the ancient salt of countless tides. Its age-old whispers danced through the air, brushing against her skin with a coolness thatâ if she concentrated enough, she could almost hearâŠ.yesâŠEyw-
âYou are an ABSOLUTE NIGHTMARE!â Your voice pierced through her thoughts, her ears flattening as she winced.
She whipped her head around to look at you and aonung in what seemed to be a private, yet full-blown war between the two of you, Aonung laughing in your face as you gave him a piece of your mind.
She let out a breath to calm herself. Happy thoughtsâŠhappy thoughtsâŠshe repeated in her mind as to not kick both you and her older brother in the back of the knees.Â
âYet I still show up in your dreams every night, eh?â he smirked even wider at you (if that was even possible).
To that, you didnât know whether you wanted to scream, cry, cringe, throw up, or shove a kick so far up his ass he would never be able to talk out of it again.Â
So you just stared at him silently, your silent screams bouncing off the insides of your body.
He towered over you, seemingly amused by your lack of response.Â
You hated that. Why did Eywa give the males the unfair advantage in vertical length? (the answer is cause they need it boo or else theyâd cry themselves to sleep every night) If you wanted to meet his eyes you would have to give yourself a strained neck, compared to all the other boys your age.
âYouâŠwish.â you said, internally groaning at the less-than-satisfactory response you gave him.Â
Shouldâve been something kickass like âyeah, the haunting presence of your mediocrity,â but of course youâd only think about something like that far later, when it was way too late.
Tsireya walked towards the two of you, making sure to sigh mentally instead of in real life, bracing herself for whatever outlandish thing you two were bickering about now.
âAh, sister, how kind of you to join us!â aonung raised his eyebrows slightly, âWould you kindly tell your friend here that she would absolutely not hold up in a battle between her and an Akula?âÂ
Before Tsireya could even open her mouth, you scoffed.Â
âThat is not what I said!â you seethed, crossing your arms. He had this tactic of taking whatever you were saying and twisting it so that heâd seem in the right at all times.
âI only said that Iâve been training for it, and I think that I could handle it! And also, that wasnât even your conversation to listen in on!â and you didnât want to admit that you were just trying to make yourself seem the teeniest bit more impressive to one of the younger kids you were teaching. In moderation of course!
*record scratch* (for all my lovely readers whoâve no idea/donât remember what an akula is, that's the scary 3 jawed monster that practically almost killed our boy loâak. but that hasn't happened yet in this story)
Tsireya contained her urge to pinch the bridge of her nose, instead resorting to pinching aonungâs wrist, earning a âhey!â from the metkayina while you smirked, satisfied with her response which was clearly a âi-don't-want-to-get-into-detail-about-the-topic-of-conversation-but-my-brother-is-incredibly-annoying-and-i-know-that-so-iâll-just-do-thisâ stance, but hey, at least it humbled the gargantuan himbo in front of you, even if by the smallest bit.
â[Name], how about we just get going?â she said, her hand rested on your shoulder, looking at you with an awkward smile.
âGreat idea,â you smiled at her, willing to do anything to get away from the disproportionate frog.Â
Before you could even take a step away, he obviously had to get in his bit.
âHey wait, where are you two going?â he looked at you both, confusedly.
This was strange for 1 reason.
Why the hell does he care??? He never cared before, so why does he care now???
You turned your head and gave him an annoyed look, while Reya, ever the peacekeeper, answered his question for you.Â
âWeâre going beyond the reef. We want to see if we can catch a glimpse of the nrr payoang migrating for the season.â she said.
And even though she was the one who answered, he kept his eyes fixated on you for a solid extra few seconds, before finally switching to her. What in the motherfu-
âItâs optimal timing. Plus, this is one of the rare occasions where me and [name] are both free at the same time.â she said, smiling brightly. âIt must be Eywa clearing the path for us.â
Right then, he smirked.Â
Oh no.Â
He was going to say something else to keep your blood above a healthy pressure, wasnât he?
He looked at you again, and you felt your muscles tense. His mouth openedâ noâ here it comesâ mayday, mayday!
BRACE FOR IMPACT!!!
âI also happen to be free. Can I come along?âÂ
You felt yourself die.
âNO!â you said a little bit too suddenly. âGo find some other people to bother!â you turned on your heel and stomped away from the situation before he could burden your mind further, grumbling at the sheer audacity.
âHe literally insulted my capability of surviving like any normal metkayina could, and then he wants to âcOmE AlOnG?â Forget it!â you pressed a wrist into your left eye, trying to rid it of the image of the colossal amphibian as you rode on the ilu with Tsireya by your side, who was dipping gracefully above and below the water on her own ilu.
She emerged from the cerulean blue waves, her hair carrying beads of water in them, before she turned to look at you, back straightening.
âI think he just wanted to spend more time with you, you know.â she suggested, trying her damndest to hint to you what everyone else except literally the two of you could see.Â
âHa! As if! The last time I tried to ask him something, he said âdonât talk to me, my people might think that weâre friends.â Like what? Who says that? WHY would he say that?â you started, your ramble being nothing new to your best friend, who only sighed as she dipped a hand into the water as her ilu moved her through it.
Together, you headed to the point where the glowing fish were most spotted, waiting above the water for any signs of movement as you continued on.
âAnd I do not like him at all, despite what that skxawng Neteyam might say. Heâs annoying, loud, obnoxious, and the way he carries himself differently when Iâm in the vicinity is dumb. Almost like heâs trying to make himself seem better than me! Who does he think he is, puffing his chest out like a-â hold on.
You went silent, backtracking.Â
Everytime Aonung noticed you were near, he stood up straighter than usual.
Your mind thought back to all those little moments in flashes. During training, at your cousin's coming-of-age ceremony, the harvest celebration, and today.
He constantly looks at you even if there are others around, but if you look back at him (more like glare), he looks away immediately.Â
He always initiates the conversation first, even if thereâs nothing to talk about.
Okay hold on [name], none of this necessarily means that he likes you.
And then, your whole world came to a stop. You swear even the wind became silent, leaving only you and the sounds of the cool ocean water rippling against your body, the evening painting a blur of pinks and oranges in the sky.
As if she knew every bit of the revelation you just had, Tsireya, who was a little ways in front of you, turned her head, looking at the blank expression on your face.
Am I the one that likes him? you thought to yourself.
No. It couldnât be. There was no way, no possible way, that this was happening.
âReya?â you blurted out, your body (and your stupid mouth) acting on instinct.
I mean, she was your best friend. Obviously best friends have to tell each other about their crushes, right?
âI think I like-â you stopped yourself short as you looked at her face.Â
Her face, which was trying to hold back a smirk.
âYes, [name]? Do continue?â she said, her tone a lot more singsong than youâd like it to be.
Perhaps telling your best friend that you had a crush on her literal BROTHER wasnât the best course of action.
Fuuuuuuuuuâ
âYou know, if you like him, itâs totally alright with me.â she said, shrugging as she turned her head back to the front, smiling as she knew exactly what youâd say next.
âWHAT??â you screamed, startling your ilu, to which you whispered rushed apologies, soothing the back of its neck.Â
âIâm just happy youâve finally realised it.â she said, still not turning back, acting as if this was the most normal conversation to have.
âWha? Who???â you asked, suddenly getting the idea she was having the wrong idea.
âNeteyam.â she said, her tone sarcastic, but unfortunately you were too startled to catch on.
âHah! Youâre wrong, I do not like him.â you said, silently revelling in the relief that she didnât catch on.
Oh [name]. Sweet, oblivious, [name].
âYeah I know, thatâs why you have a crush on my brother.âÂ
To that, you completely stopped in your tracks, jaw slack open. Sheâs done it. Sheâs broken you.
She finally turned around, guiding her ilu to the left so as to block your track.Â
âHe likes you too. And I think you know that already.â she smiled, narrowing her eyes mischievously.
âFor the love of all things good and beautiful, why was this happening to me?â you screamed on the inside, not wanting to relent.
Okay, if you were denying it, then maybe you actually didnât like him! Right??
Yeah. That was it. You were giving yourself the delusion of liking him, because heâs the one that liked you first and you felt bad for him, and thatâs why you were only considering liking him back.
Wait, does he even like me? What??
âOkay, no, thatâs not what I-â and just as you were starting to deny everything, because that was 100% the truth, Tsireya waved you off as she submerged her head in the water, already off her ilu.Â
You quickly realised what you were here for in the first place, hopping off and following suit, taking a deep breath before you dipped your head below the cool waves.
Deep below the two of you on the surface, you could see hundreds of bioluminescent jellyfish wading in one path, weaving through the floating rocks and plants, the vividness of the glowing colours acting as if a kaleidoscope in your vision.
You had to pull your head out from the water to take another breath, using your hand to push away some of your hair that decided to stick itself onto your face. You were absolutely stunned at the beautiful sight. It took your breath away, literally.
Dipping your head below the surface of the water once more, you decided with Tsireya to take a closer look. You dove your body forwards into the water, Reya following closely behind.Â
It was quickly becoming darker, night was falling and you knew it was time to turn back, but the jellyfish illuminated your surroundings almost mesmerizingly, as if pulling you into a beautiful vortex.Â
You hid your body behind a set of rocks, watching the jellyfish swim in their little path, smiling as you watched a small one lag behind the others before a bigger one pushed it forward, practically propelling it through the water as it sputtered around before finding its place again.
Tsireya, who was a little bit above you in the water, turned and dipped her body downwards to touch your shoulder, to signal that it was time to return to the surface and go home before it got too dark.
Her hand was a mere millimetre away from you when a sudden jolt of agony rips through your leg. It's as if a thousand needles pierce your flesh all at once, and panic surges, rising through your veins like wildfire.
Instinctively, you kick and thrash, but the unseen assailant's grip tightens like a vise, dragging you mercilessly downward. Darkness engulfs your senses and you're plunged into a void, robbed of sight and hearing, your lungs screaming for air..
You canât even see Tsireya anymore, nor the prismatic glow of the jellies.
Bubbles erupt from your lips in frantic bursts, mingling with the surrounding darkness, further obscuring your already impaired vision. Each gasp for air feels like a futile struggle against the inevitable, your chest burning with the agonising need for oxygen. What is this? What is this thatâs grabbing you? What is happening? The questions flood your mind and sear the corners of your vision as you're dragged deeper, darkness enveloping you fully.Â
With each passing second, your panic intensifies. You can't tell which way is up anymore. The ocean presses in around you, a suffocating weight. Itâs still pulling you down.
DownâŠ
..downâŠ
and downâŠ
In a last, thoughtless attempt, you reach out, fingers stretching toward the abyssal void, but there's nothing to grasp onto, nothing to anchor you in this sea of darkness. Panic tightens its grip around your throat, threatening to choke the life from your trembling body.
Desperation claws at your soul, pounding on your chest, as you realise the seconds are slipping away. Any moment now, and youâll be dead. Any moment now, and everything you yourself have worked for, would be gone. You let yourself close your eyes. Maybe because of the weight of the void pushing onto your body, or maybe youâre tired from fighting this thing around your leg for Eywa knows how long. When you outstretched your hand you hoped that someone, anyone would pull you out of this..nothingness. You wanted it so badly you almost thought that he would. That heâd save you.
Your body jolts awake, only to find yourself in an unfamiliar place.Â
The cool, steady flow of the breeze unnerves you. Itâs the first thing you notice besides the wild racing of your heart in your chest, your head whipping around in this empty space, trying to ascertain where you are. Is this Eywa? The place feels like a void, but itâs far different from the blackened one that suffocated your being. It feels calm. Peaceful. You can see the dark purple sky above you, glittering with stars and moons that youâve never even seen about it. But it looks⊠strange.Â
Otherworldly. Like it is impossibly distant, yet so close to you at the same time. You kneel in an extraordinarily shallow pool of cool water, the surface reflecting the celestial display above you. Though it is rather shallow, like a puddle almost, it stretches endlessly into the horizon as far as your eyes can see it. As you look around, time seems to stand perfectly still.Â
Itâs unnerving. Realising that you can, in fact, move your desensitised limbs, you slowly get up, your feet creating small ripples in the water. âHello?â you call out.Â
Nothing except your own echo responds to you. Just then, you hear something in the distance. Like someoneâs there, in the hazed distance. Theyâre close to you, then theyâre unimaginably far away. What is that? â[Name]!â Itâs calling out your name. How do you respond? A. Call out for help
B. Cry C. Curl up into a ball and give up D. Walk towards the source Just kidding, you donât have a choice. As if your legs had minds of their own, you start walking towards the source. You canât quite make out that voice. It changes every time you hear it, showing up in intervals of about 5-8 seconds of space in between. â[Name]?â Gosh, and the change in tone too. Itâs filled with fear, then anger, then happiness, thenâŠhuh? â[Name]... Iâm so sorry.â Sadness. The voice is filled with a type of sadness that almost stabs your chest. Regret. Guilt. So many emotions in this strangely familiar, choked-out voice. The voice continues sobbing, sniffling, but then it stops. Leaving you whipping around in the darkness, unsure of where to go. You turn around, then you slam face first into something really tough. âWhat the fuc-â your voice rings out, angered, in the void. Rubbing your nose, you look up. âWhat the fuck?â you whisper. Itâs Aonung.Â
How delightful. But seriously, how de-fucking-lightful? Finally, another person in this endless, pitch black space of darkness. You almost want to scream. Of horror or joy, youâre not exactly sure, but you contain yourself, mostly due to the fact that heâs looking at you.
And heâs crying. Tears stream down his cheeks as he looks at youâ actually, not quite you. His eyes arenât exactly focused on yours, but theyâre focused onâŠyou. If that makes any sense at all. âPlease wake upâŠâ he croaks out.Â
And that voice! It was him. That depressing, bleak voice from before that was calling out your name. It was him. But why? And how?Â
Youâre about to do something but then your heart jolts in your chest because heâs lifting up his right hand and cupping your cheek softly. Gently. Like the real Aonung would never do. This is some sick hallucination isnât it? Oh gosh you actually went to hell, didnât you? Before you realise it, he uses his thumb to wipe away a tear that somehow appeared on your face. Youâre not crying. So what is this? Whatâs going oâ NO. Heâs leaning in. WHY IS HE LEANING IN? Fuck all â[NAME], DO SOMETHING!! YOU STUPID-â you scream at yourself, fighting your inanimate body. WHY COULDNâT YOU FUCKING MO- *SLLAAAAAPPPPPP!!!*Now youâre scrambling to your feet on what you realise to be the sickbed of Ronalâs healing tent, your hand stinging after delivering the most horrible sounding slap you have ever slappedâŠ
âŠto the side of Aonungâs, now incredibly shocked, and incredibly offended, face.
Ronal sighed, but the remnant of a smirk lingered still on her cheeks, avoiding both you and Aonungâs gaze. âThere you go, [name]. Next time, you should be much more careful,â she said softly, her hands leaving the cooling bandage now wrapped around your still aching leg and extending to your ankle, a sore reminder of whatever the hell it was that you experienced the night before.
You sat on a woven hammock, propped up by the trees that supported the healing tent. Ronal stood in front of you, âI am grateful that Aonung was there to help,â she said, turning towards the discombobulated walking-disease she called her son, who had a big bandage over his cheek, glaring down at you. She grabbed Aonungâs ear, pulling his body over very clearly painfully, making him yelp in pain with incoherent pleas of âmaâ and âpleaseâ coming from his lips.
âWhat in Eywaâs name were you thinking? Trying to kiss a girl while sheâs injured and unable to say anything about it! You are lucky that she slapped you first, or else you would not live to see another day if I had anything to do with it! My son, you are many things, but you are not an idiââ she scolded, promptly dragging him out of the marui still by his ear to deliver his well-deserved punishment outside, an amused smile making its way onto your face. Sigh, justice.
But okay, the incredulity of the day, of course, has not worn down on you.Â
Tsireya came rushing into the tent with a bowl ofâŠwhatever, her face the guiltiest itâs ever been. It kinda made your heart hurt. â[Name], I am so, so, so sorry!â she said, kneeling down by your hammock and taking your hand in between hers. âAs soon as I heard you were awake I rushed over,â she quickly mumbled, grabbing a rag and dipping it into the bowl and pressing it over your forehead gently, âI am so sorry for yesterday, I never should have suggested going there, let aloneââ
Oh, here we go⊠Itâs the Tsireya cycle, you call it. Whenever something goes wrong, she infinitely feels bad as if itâs her fault that something nearly killed you.Â
She kept on rambling, trying to explain herself, but all you did was squeeze her hand tighter. She stopped, looking at the small smile on your face. âHey, no harm done Reya. Iâm fine, you see?â you reassure her, the small beads of water gathering under her eyes slowly going away as she blinked rapidly, containing herself as best as she could. She couldnât say anything, although words were at the tip of her tongue. You could see she was struggling to add something, but she finally relented, settling for a gentle hug. âIâm glad,â she smiled.Â
Okay, now it was time to figure out what the hell happened. âSoâŠwho saved me?â you asked her, using your arms to prop you up a little bit higher on the hammock. âWell, itâs a long story. Aonung kind ofâŠfollowed us to see the nrr payoang. He was planning to surprise us, he said.âÂ
what
âHe said he saw us, and as he was swimming down he saw you get pulled down by the creature. He dove in immediately and saved you.â she offered a small smile, like anything she was saying was making sense at the moment.
The only thing that came into your mind was the blaring red siren that screamed âSTALKER! STALKER! STALKER!â but unfortunately, the pufferfish on legs had just saved your life so you were probably going to have to shut up about that for a while.
Woah. He just saved your life, [Name], shouldnât you be more grateful? Maybe hug him? Maybe-
NO! Inner thoughts, shut up. Nobody likes you.
Tsireya turned around in response to the sound of someone being pushed through the entrance to the healing tent.Â
Aonung.Â
Wait nonononono Tsireya please donât get up please donât leave me here with him he looks like heâs about to kill me please
Aaand sheâs gone.Â
He took a pained breath, as if what he was going to do next was going to bruise him for the next couple centuries or so, sitting cross legged beside your, now that you realise it, very lowly hung hammock.
You were positive the look on your face wasnât very inviting.Â
âIâm sorry,â he finally said.
You had half a mind to burst out laughing because you were the one that had to get saved in the middle of the deep dark ocean. But he did violate you so obviously you werenât going to do that, it was well deserved. A non-consensual move is still a non-consensual move.
âFor the record, I only wanted toâŠ.â he basically whispered the next word, âkissâ (you felt your whole body cringing and twisting and turning on the inside and screaming to be let go from this horrible situation) âthe top of your head.â
Oh.Â
âkayyyy⊠that makes it the tiniest bit better.Â
Still not forgiving though.Â
âIâm sorry too.â you said to him, your eyes now avoiding his face. Damn, did you slap him good.
He let out a small smirk. Oh no, you slapped his smirking cheek. You could see him wince in pain a bit before he stopped his expression abruptly.
âFor what? I mean besides the slap. I deserved that. Although, I have no idea how you knew-â his eyes widened, stopping mid-sentence.
âWere you pretending the whole time?â he asked, eyes scrutinising your face.
âOkay hold on! I know it sounds crazy, but I had this dream, and you were in my dreamââ you started explaining, ignoring his smirk at those words, âand I saw you lean down to like, kiss me, or something, and then I slapped you in the dream but I slapped you in real life.â
âAll I got from that was âI dreamed about you kissing me, Aonung, please kiss me now, Aonung, I love you, Aonungâ â he joked, smiling down at you.
Gosh, those dimples.Â
FUCK nononononnnonasonfiwbjberhblvhaqnerovnav
Okay but he was kinda attractive as hell right now.
The hair too.
You weighed your options for a bit, the tension in the air crisp.
â[Name]? Did I say something wroââ he started.Â
Ughhhhh, just shut up already.
Before you knew it, you closed your eyes and pulled him in by his neck, pressing his lips onto yours, kissing him.
He sighed into the kiss, before smiling really widely, pulling away.
âSo I was right after allââ
âJust shut up before I give you a matching bruise on the other cheek,â you threatened. But a super wide smile was evident on your face, and your hands still clasped together on the back of his neck.
âYes maâam,â he smiled, whispering softly, looking into your eyes and then your lips again.
âThank you for saving my life, âNung.â you say.Â
You donât know why the hell youâre doing this.
 But it just feels right.
 And isnât that what weâre all looking for in the end?
âNo problem. Would do it again,â he smirked, âKnow how you can repay me?âÂ
You rolled your eyes before pulling him in once again.
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I hope you guys enjoyed the fic, I know I definitely enjoyed writing it lol. I tried a different style of narration this time so do let me know what you guys think! Hope itâs not total doodoo to future Lorre when she rereads this back again.Â
As always, feedback is much much appreciated and any interaction with my posts helps a lot! In case anyone has more requests please feel free to leave them in the inbox, I will get to them eventually. Thinking of writing for a lot of characters and fandoms but this is getting way too long so I'll cut this short lmao.
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hello! If requests are still open how about a hurt/comfort fic where geto and reader were in a relationship before he left. After geto leaves, gojo and reader help each other deal with geto's absence and they eventually fall for each other many years later.
(sorry if that was confusing đ)
ᄫᥠâBURY A FRIENDâ â GOJO SATORU
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€êêêê fem!reader, friends to lovers, character death
a/n: not too sure if i like how this turned out.
gojo lost two friends the day geto made his choice. you lost a friend and someone who you thought was the love of your life. you werenât his though. he made that obvious when he left without a âgoodbye.â
when geto left you disappeared too. for a while, satoru wasnât sure if you were dead or alive. eventually, you showed up at his apartment one day, drenched in the downpour of rain. your eyes were bloodshot red and you were thinner than when he last saw you. this was a familiar sight and he wouldnât let this be a repeat of last time. he refuses to miss the signs that he did in his best friend.
since then, you rarely spend time apart. any time not spent at school is spent at either of your apartments. eventually, the familiar laughter and happiness returned between you two. you didnât think it ever would but satoru had made it his mission to make you happy again.
unfortunately, happiness doesnât always last very long.
âheâs dead.â for a second youâre not sure youâve heard him correctly. gojo doesnât say anything else and neither do you. suddenly everything and every sound is overwhelming. the quiet clicking of your watch, the low hum of your refrigerator, your heart pounding in your chest. every sound is louder than usual.
âiâll be there soon.â you donât need to say anything. gojo can hear your shaky breathing and maybe your pounding heart too. gojo is barely holding himself together, but he knows that if you sense even the smallest quiver in his voice youâll break down. so, he swallows the growing lump in his throat before hanging up.
gojo expects to find you in a puddle of tears when he arrives at your apartment. somehow, what he finds is much worse in his eyes. you sit as still as possible on your sofa, emotionless eyes staring blankly ahead of you. you make no movement even as he grabs your shoulder. he invades your line of sight, and the look in your eyes makes his heart drop.
he canât lose you again. he can tell that if he loses you to this there's no coming back. he grabs your face in both of his hands and forces you to look at him. itâs almost as if youâre looking right through him.
âhey, can you look at me please.â his voice is soft as he pleads with you. finally, your head shifts a bit and your eyes focus on his. immediately, thick tears stream down your cheeks. he lets you cry but he doesnât dare remove his hands from your face.
âdid you get to speak with him?â through your tears thereâs a hopeful look in your eyes. he knows what youâre hoping to hear and it hurts him that he canât tell you what you want to hear.
âyes, but he didnât say anything about you.â and for a second he thinks that he shouldâve lied. he shouldâve told you that suguru asked about you, said that he missed you, said that he still loved you. he canât lie to you. heâs never been great at it anyway. youâd see right through him.
you just nod in response. you brush away your tears with your knuckles.
âi figured.â you smile sadly. he places a kiss against your forehead in response. for a second you stiffen. heâs never done anything like that. he pulls back, startled by his own actions.
âsorry, that was a mistake. iâm not sure why i did that.â he laughs awkwardly. maybe today is full of mistakes. maybe you both arenât sure how to deal with todayâs events.
you pull him into a kiss. maybe youâre an idiot for this and maybe gojo is too because he kisses you back. his hands move from your cheeks to your forearms. the pads of his fingers softly dig into your skin. his grip on your arms is so tight itâs as if heâs afraid of you slipping away.
âi love you.â gojo whispers into your mouth. he immediately wishes had kept his mouth shut. he wishes he didnât have to kill his best friend earlier today because then he wouldnât be here. he wouldnât be here confessing his love to his best friendâs ex.
satoru leaves without another word and heâs sure heâs lost you for the second time.
there has never been an awkward moment between you and satoru, but recently he just hasnât been able to look you in your eyes. the first time you saw him after that night, he pretend the kiss never happened. he pretended suguruâs death never happened. he was back to his playful ways. you know him though. you can see in his eyes how much pain heâs in. you can see the longing in his eyes when he looks at you.
you wonder if that longing look has always been in his eyes. maybe you were too in love with suguru to notice. maybe gojo has been good at hiding it all this time, but now that heâs had a taste of you he canât any longer.
satoru hasnât spent any prolonged time with you since that night. you miss him. you miss the way he easily brightens your mood. you miss your daily hangouts. you miss the way his lips felt. if it wasnât for the way his eyes light up when he sees you, you would assume that he doesnât miss you as much as you miss him. youâre determined to make him talk to you even if you have to tie him down.
satoru is going insane. he never thought someoneâs lips could feel so perfect against his. when heâs not fighting a curse or teaching his student heâs thinking about you. but sometimes thoughts of you slip in during those times despite how much he tries to push them away.
he misses you. sometimes when heâs driving home he catches himself heading to your apartment instead. in the past couple of years, since suguru left, heâs spent most of his time there. even now that heâs avoiding you, he always finds himself near you. itâs like his body is gravitating toward yours.
heâs embarrassed and scared if heâs being honest. heâs convinced himself that you're disgusted by him kissing you that night. he thinks that despite how you still smile at him when you try to speak to him. though your smile immediately drops when he finds an excuse to escape a conversation with you.
as you walk towards him, a look of determination on your face, he can tell that this conversation is going to go differently.
âwhen are you going to stop avoiding me and put on your big boy pants and have an adult conversation with me?â you cut right to the chase. no âhelloâ, no greeting of any kind. gojo smiles though, despite how embarrassed he is.
âsomeoneâs feeling feisty today.â this is the first thing gojo has said to you that wasnât âsorry gotta go.â youâre still angry with him. heâs avoiding the question like you knew he would.
âyou told me you love gojo,â you say as if he doesnât know. he knows, it's all heâs been thinking about.
âyou canât say you love me and then not speak to me for a week.â youâre hurt, he can tell by the tone of your voice. he looks away and you think heâs going to leave again.
âiâm sorry. itâs just..i know this is probably too much for you right now-â
âi love you too.â this time gojo is not sure he heard you correctly. this must be a dream and soon heâll way up in his bed, alone as usual.
you walk closer to him and the hardened look in your eyes is gone. and for the first time, you look at him with that familiar look. the look you always gave his best friend. thatâs what makes this even harder.
âif you hadnât run off I wouldâve said it back that night.â you jab a finger against his chest but your eyes are still soft. though, the look on your face has changed. itâs not that familiar look anymore. it's different. it's new. itâs only for him.
âi love you satoru,â you say softly.
gojo is tired of avoiding you, of avoiding his feelings. heâs tired of his body gravitating towards yours and having to fight it. heâs tired of missing you. so, he tilts your head back by your chin, he pecks your nose before slotting his lips against yours.
he has you now and heâs not tired anymore.
©rinslutz
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For You | yoongi
â summary: in which Yoongi is the son of a big business man and is now the CEO of the million dollar company so naturally he grew up distant and stern. But suddenly, his attitude changes when he meets you, a local kind hearted stripper that catches his curiosity. He finds himself lost in your smile and warm spirit, despite him being the opposite. But heâs willing to let down his walls for you..
âgenre: oneshot, strangers to lovers, stripper reader, slowburn-ish, fluff
âwarnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence & blood, tsundere-ish tbh, didnt check the spelling, yoongi is stalker-ish but thatâs ok, daddy issues
ânote: donât ask me why this takes place in winterđ senior year of high school + writers block + Iâm lazy. i like half of this and i hate half of this. omg yoongi going to the military Iâm gonna cry & throw a fit
Yoongi put his cold hands in his pockets, small snowflakes falling from the sky as he stepped out of the dirty and vulgar parking lot. He ignored all of the horny thugs who were making out with hookers outside as he headed to the dimly lit building.
SEASAW
The word was lit on top of the building and for some unknown reason, Yoongi had been drawn to it for weeks. He knew there were better clubs than this one, and heâd most likely be seen and on some headline by the time he stepped in the door but tonight, he didnât care.
His mind went back to the fight he had with his dad on the phone as he stepped through the door, some terribly made whiskey in mind.
A breeze washed over him as the door closed with a loud thud, it was at least a little warmer than the cold air outside. Yoongi glanced around taking in the symphony of multicolored lights illuminated the air, casting a vibrant palette across the dance floor. The room throbbed with an infectious energy, resonating with the beat of the music that reverberated through every corner.
Soon, his eyes found the bar, a couple of nicely dressed men sat at the stools. Without another thought, Yoongi strutted to a seat, leaving an empty space to separate himself and another man.
âWhiskey.â He said in a deep raspy voice despite how the woman working was already in the middle of making another drink.
âYoongi!â A older sounding man suddenly called out of him, making his head turn to the man on the stool next to him. He recognized the man as one of his dadâs friend.
Perfect. He scoffed to himself, hoping his drink would came faster.
âNow what are you doing in a bar like this?â The man asked with a scratchy laugh, hitting his shoulder.
Yoongi tried to let out a small chuckle that ends up sounding dry. âSame as you.â He spoke, turning back to the bar when he hears the bartender loudly slam his drink on the counter.
He goes to take a large swig as the old man continues to chat and laugh with him, his reeking odor hitting his face as he turns to look back at him.
Behind the old man, Yoongi notices the dance floor. Bodies moved in sync with the rhythm, twisting and gyrating, surrendering themselves to the intoxicating melodies. But one soul figure seemed to catch everyoneâs attention on stage.
Slowly, he started to tune out the annoying old man the more closely he watched. But unlike the other men in the bar, he watched with curiosity rather than lust. Your movements were elegant and graceful, your tight crop top and glittery skirt making every sway of your body seen.
Your hands played in your hair and caressed your body as your body moved, painting a mysterious story about you with help of the music. Your eyes closed and a bright warm smile on your face as if no one else was there.
Despite dancing in a shabby club probably to make ends meet, you were dancing as if this was your long time dream.
âHer?â The old manâs itchy voice suddenly came back to him, pointing to you on the stage. âThatâs Y/N. Sheâs kinda a favorite here.â He said and this made Yoongi even more intrigued.
âHas she worked here long?â Yoongi asked glancing back at the old man as he nodded. âAlmost a full year.â He said and everyone clapped and whistled as you suddenly came down from the stage with a warm smile.
Yoongi just hummed before quickly finishing his drink before paying the bartender and leaving, deciding to dismiss the thought of talking to you.
But at weird hours of the day Yoongi would think about you, so every time he happened to pass the club he went in and watched you perform.
This happened for weeks. He never said a word to you, he never went further than the bar. Until one day when you had stepped off the stage, looking cheerful as usual, only to be met with two men meeting you half way.
Yoongi watched, his blood starting to boil as the man surrounded you, complimenting you and touching your hair. It didnât take them long before they got more physical, grabbing your arm to stop you from walking away as they started to trail closer to you so that their body touched yours.
Yoongi can see the panic and fear settle in your face before his vision was blocked by the taller men.
Without thinking, Yoongi practically sprung up from the stool, furious as he made his way over to where the men had circled you.
âMove.â He said, his voice deep and hoarse as the two men slowly turned around to face Yoongi.
âMind your business, hot shot.â One man spoke, obviously trying to spook Yoongi which only wanted to make him laugh.
âIâm not going to waste my breath telling you again.â Yoongi said simply, remaining calm as he watched the two turn irritated.
âYou wanna get jumped punk?â The man said, raising his voice as he stepped closer to Yoongi.
Instantly and without warning, Yoongiâs right arm swung in the air. His already clenched knuckles that were in his coat pocket suddenly flew out and connected to the guys face, all of his pent up angry unleashing.
Before anyone can react, he punched him a second time, this one making him stumble to the ground with a yell of pain.
The other man quickly backed away with his hands in the air, âI donât even know that guy.â The man claimed before quickly rushing off.
Yoongi looked up from the ground where the other man was laid, his nose now bleeding heavily as Yoongi stepped over the body, ignoring his groans when he did so.
âYou alright?â Yoongi spoke, his expression softening as he meets your eyes. His eyes glazed around your face as he inspected you, trying not to get lost in your gorgeous and unique features as he looked for any sign that they had touched you.
âIâm fine.â You muttered back, out of breath from shock as you looked at the man on the group and then up at him with wide eyes.
âThank you.â You say with a polite bow, taking a moment to collect yourself before a small smile appears on your face.
âWhat?â Yoongi asked, curious on why you were suddenly smiling and chuckling despite everything.
âWell, I was wondering when you were going to come talk to me.â You say with a teasing smile only making Yoongi more confused. As if reading his expression you chuckle. âYou think I havenât noticed you always coming in here and watching me?â
Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek, shrugging lightly as he looked away. âI donât care if you noticed or not.â He spoke in a defensive tone, harsher than intended. He saw the smile on your face drop slightly in disappointment and he bit the inside of his cheek harder out of frustration. He didnât want to be responsible for a frown on your face when you always wore a smile.
Wordlessly, Yoongi took out his wallet, taking out three hundred dollar bills and holding his hand out for her to take.
Your eyes widen in shock, chuckling nervously as you shake your head, denying it. âWhy..?â You start to question, getting a little suspicious.
âFor the inconvenience, and all the dances Iâve watched without tipping.â Yoongi states with a serious expression, trying to cover up any other intentions he might of had.
âYou just have that much on you at all times? Thatâs risky.â You respond, still hesitant to take the money. Yoongi lets a smile crack at the irony, âIâve been watching you for weeks and thatâs what your worried about?â He asks, raising an eyebrow.
âDo you want a favor in return or something?â You ask him, still skeptical as Yoongi rolls his eyes. âI guess weâll never know if you donât take the money.â
With a sigh, he watches as you slowly take the money out of his hands and put it in your pocket. âThank you.â You mumble as he turns around and heads for the door. âWait!â You call for him in confusion, putting a hand on his shoulder to stop him as he turns around slightly.
âWhatâs the favor?â You ask in confusion but Yoongi just looks at you before continuing to walk out without a word.
It doesnât take Yoongi long to wonder back into the club days after that. Despite the weird exchange it only made him want to get to know you more. But something in him grew colder when he walked in the club only to see you not onstage. Usually around this time you had already started and had a small crowd of men watching you.
âWhiskey.â He ordered in a lower tone as he sat down, tapping impatiently on the counter as he waited. âThis was stupid.â He mumbled to himself, ashamed of how he had gotten caught up with this stripper and was just about ready to leave it all behind.
âMin Yoongi! Youâre back!â He heard your familiar voice right next to him, causing his head to turn to the side in confusion.
âWhat are you doing here?â He asked his finger slowly stopping as he looked at you, sat next him in the bar.
âArenât you going to ask how I know your name?â You reply instead, wiggling your eyebrows playfully. âI assumed you already knew.â Yoongi spoke calmly, lightly shrugging even.
âCocky much?â You reply, jokingly rolling your eyes with a smile. âHow did you find out, if not the internet?â Yoongi asked curiously, as the bartender slams his whiskey on the counter.
âWell when the son and CEO of a million dollar company starts to take notice to the best employee in the club, word gets around.â You reply with a slight grin and Yoongi canât help but chuckle a little.
âCocky much?â He echos your words as he sips on his whiskey and this only widens your grin further. Yoongi stares into your smile, feeling a weight being lifted off his shoulders when he realizes itâs been a while since he actually genuinely smiled for once.
When he finishes his drink he takes out his wallet and pays for the bad alcohol before taking out another three hundred and handing it to you, not waiting for you to take it this time.
âThis has to be your way of flirting with me.â You mumble in disbelief as you stare at the bills before reluctantly shoving it in your skirt.
Yoongi scoffed, shaking his head in disagreement. âI donât have time to flirt.â He mumbled firmly while looking at his empty glass.
âYou have time to come here.â You differed causing him to bite the inside of his cheek, standing up and dusting himself off. âWait that didnât mean leave!â You state quickly getting up with him and Yoongi canât help but glance at the sudden look of displeasure and sadness on your face as your hand brushes against his as you attempt to stop him.
âI..actually like having you here. You make me feel safe.â You mumble sheepishly as Yoongi stood there, completely frozen as he took in your words. How had he, of all people, made you feel safe? In a run down place like this?
âThen your standers are low.â He said in a low voice, a hint of playfulness in his tone as you look back up at him, snickering at his comment.
âYou say that, but under that frown and sharp eyes is a warm hearted gentleman.â You speak causing him to look away from you, not wanting to take your words seriously. He didnât want to show any signs of vulnerability, heâd never be ready for anything heavy.
âYou donât believe me?â You challenged him, seeing his silence and he heard the heard an underlying tone in your voice when you asked. âIf I asked you to walk me to my car, youâd hundred percent do it.â
Yoongi scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, but quickly knew not to didnât deny it. âSee! You would.â You grinned at his sour expression, knowing you were right.
âWhatever, do you want to be walked to your car or not?â He asked trying to dismiss the fact all together. He had never seen himself in a situation like this, feeling embarrassed and maybe bubbly.
You laughed at the question but nodded, grabbing your nearby coat that was filled with stains as you attempted to squeeze your shoulders in the coat.
Yoongi rolled his eyes, walking in front of you as he leaded the two of you out of the door and to your car. Yoongi sighed as he looked at the state of it, effortlessly taking out his wallet and starting to count some bills.
âIf youâre going to give me more money donât bother.â You quickly said as the two of you made it to your car, stepping in front to him and holding onto his hand so he would stop rummaging through his wallet.
âI donât need it, Iâm fine!â You tried to convince him and he simply raised an eyebrow at you, before going back to counting, taking out a couple hundreds as he did so.
âThen consider it flirting.â He mumbled in a flat tone, taking out five hundreds and getting ready to hand it to you.
As he looked back up from his wallet he felt something soft touch the corner of his lips, eyes widening in shock when he realizes how close you were to him and before he could stop it, you had planted a gentle kiss on the corner of his lips.
Your lips lingered on his skin for a couple seconds before finally pulling away from him, taking a step back.
âCome back tomorrow, okay?â You say with a warm smile, practically glowing in front of him as you spoke to him in a soft low tone.
Silently, Yoongi watched you chuckle at his reaction before getting into your car and slowly driving off, his heart thumping as he watched your car drive off onto the road.
He slowly started to move again when your car was far away enough that it was out of view, as if snapping him out of a trance.
Yoongi could feel himself getting lighter, warmer. He could feel his muscles relax as he took his hands out of his coat pocket.
#bts fanfic#bts ot7#bts x female reader#bts x reader#bts one shot#bts imagines#bts scenarios#bts fluff#bts reactions#bts x you#yoongi x you#yoongi x reader#suga x you#suga x y/n#yoongi oneshot#bts stranger to lovers#bts ceo au
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The Phantom Troupe auditioning for Romeo and Juliet (chaotic headcanons)
Letting these rascals live up to their theater kids fantasies⊠how bad can it get? đ
Chrollo: He wants to be Juliet AND Romeo because he believes heâs got a deep understanding of both characters on a level no one else does, and he gets cast as neither. He ends up getting Prince Escalusâ role as the director thought Chrollo had the regal and commanding look for that.
Machi: She doesnât bother auditioningâclearly not a big fan of the play. But the casting director is very adamant about her being the perfect Tybalt.
Pakunoda: Gets cast as Lady Capulet, Julietâs mom, after so many people insisted she was so âmotherâ. Casting director said bring me the mother in question!!!!
Feitan: He wanted Tybaltâs role so badly but got everyone thinking âDamn, even Tybalt isnât that much of a demon.â No. Surprisingly nailed the Nurseâs role??? And no one in the Troupe is letting him live that one down.
Shalnark: Everyone thought his boyish and mediator (lmao) vibes were 100% Benvolio. Surprisingly he did very well, but kept cracking up every now and then during rehearsalsâto the point Machi almost stabbed him fr during the early Benvolio vs Tybalt show off. No one knows how she snuck that sword on stage. Props staff had to make sure the rest of the weapons were fake.
Phinks: Was in competition with Feitan over Tybaltâs role even though he secretly wanted to be Romeo. Almost became Tybalt if not for Machi. He gets to play Count Paris ultimately. Hated the role but eh.
Nobunaga: Lord Capulet your honor, and Shalnark couldnât resist making comments about him looking like the perfect âdistinguished-but-not-so-much middle aged manâ for that role. But he was one of the most convincing on stage!
Kortopi: Wanted no part in it. Absolutely none. Got eventually cast as Peter and even that was too much for him.
Shizuku: Casting director wanted her to be Juliet but she couldnât remember any line for crying out loud. She let out a very rare laugh over reading R&Jâs first ever flirting sene. Also deadpans âWhy must I say Romeo so many times in one sentence? Was Juliet summoning a demon?â âThis sounds so bad. Theyâve known each other for 2 hours, why is she asking him to get disowned?â She ended up walking out of the play, and bringing confettis with her to cheer on the others during rehearsals. The Critic no one asked for (Kept pointing out their mistakes all thorough and shouting/whispering every charactersâ respective lines to fumbling actors. So much for not being able to remember her partsâ)
Uvogin: Got Mercutioâs role a bit too easily. Was proud of himself until he got absolutely livid after finding out heâs gotta die in the play, by Machiâs hands no less! Each time he took a bit too long to give it up, drew out his last lines in the most dramatic ways possible. But audience loved it.
Franklin: Friar Laurence excellence. Pretty much the only person besides Pakunoda who didnât make much fuss, although him having to stick around as Romeo and Juliet turned to sleeping beauties had him stand like đ§ââïž âI thought that was supposed to be the greatest love story of all times?â
Bonolenov: Acted unbothered but begged the director to let him be one of the musicians during the ballroom scene instead. He got in a few nights just fine before some fussing spectators and sponsors inquired about why a mummy was on stage during R&Jâs most iconic scenes, and if that was supposed to be a Halloween rendition or something.
Hisoka: You can bet he acted his arse out thinking he could bring a brand new flavor to Romeo. Heâd have LOVED having to act it out with Chrollo as Juliet lmao, especially if the decors and stage burned down as the two ended up more busy aiming props and unlucky spectators at each other than acting.
All in all, the ones who got no roles: Shizuku (hates her character and canât remember her lines), Hisoka (self-explanatory).
Members who got kicked out after a few performances: Bonolenov (stood out too much), Phinks (got out of character by bickering way too often with Feitan, made people think Count Paris was into the Nurse), Machi (she took her Tybalt era a bit too seriously), Chrollo (he kept trying to steal the spotlight like sir YOUâRE A SECOND ROLE SIT DOWN).
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Could you write headcanons/small drabble of your favorite skeletons with an hypersensitive reader?
Like they cry a lot, when they're crying of laughing, they're actually sobbing (idk if that makes sense
Kinda self projecting bit wtv
Have a good day/night and be safe :3
-đanon
you got it đ !
UnderTale, UnderFell, Inktale, and Sanses with a hypersensitive reader
Classic:
-he came across you, on the floor, in tears.
-he immediately springs into action
-he basically raised Papyrus, who was the MOODIEST teenager... and toddler, as a matter of fact. so he knows how to calm a person down.
-"hey," is voice was soft. "what's up? why ya cryin'?"
-"it's nothing," you sniffled. "it's just a small thing, prsctically nothing, and here i am, sobbing over it."
-"listen, kid, everyone copes with things different. if you cry, so what? as long as you don't let it keep you down for good. give yourself a little grace, alright?"
-he takes you to Grillby's.
-asks you how you are for the next few days, just to make sure you're okay
Edge:
-you're at his house, not really doing anything
-youre both just on your phones
-until you see something that makes you start to cry
-"what the hell's wrong with you?" he would ask. he doesn't really mean to be so rude.
-then you start crying harder
-"shit, y/n, i didn't mean it like that... whats the matter?"
-"its nothing. just a stupid comic."
-he doesnt say anything. he doesnt think he can say anything that wont make you cry more.
-"ya alright now?" he would ask after you stop crying.
-he wont hug you or anything, just place his hand in a reassuring way on your shoulder.
Ink:
-he pops into your universe to see you crying on your bed
-that worries him. being one of the Star Sanses, he has a lot of enemies, and one of them could've hurt you.
-he would push you to talk about it. he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, it's just that if something was off about it, it could've been one of nightmare's goons.
-after you finally tell him, he would just hug you and rub your back.
-"it's okay, sunshine. it's gonna be alright."
#undertale#underfell#inktale#undertale sans#underfell sans#inktale sans#sans x reader#undertale sans x reader#underfell sans x reader#inktale sans x reader#ink x reader#ink sans x reader
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I love this blog so much, has become one of my favourites! How would the papas react to a cheeky butt slap/grab from reader? đ
Here you go Kay, you slapped Nihil's ass, now stop crying (I will not give you the context) - Jez
Papas when their s/o smacks/grabs their ass
Primo
You two would have to be a thing for a while before he's comfortable with things like that.
And even then, I think he'd much prefer if you just gave his butt a comforting squeeze instead of smacking it.
He dislikes how obscene the idea of slapping someone's ass is to him.
He's okay with you patting or lightly groping his ass while hugging, though.
So as long as it's something he's comfy with, he'll chuckle and pat your back lovingly.
Secondo
He grabs your wrist before you get the chance and raises a brow at you.
Pulls you into his chest and whispers to your ear to keep things like that for the bedroom like a good little darling.
He knows he would blush if he let you do it and his pride (and reputation) can't allow for that to happen.
He even puts on his stern dom persona for a moment just to make sure his dominance is not threatened.
Touch him all you want in private, though.
If you do smack that ass in private, he barely flinches, gently holds your chin and asks if you want Papa to spank you, since you seem so eager.
He doesn't mind, he just likes seeing you stutter <3
He does prefer if you grab his dick, though.
Terzo
This cheeky motherfucker-
He's gonna moan. Loudly.
And then he'll tease you about what you did. You can't fucking win with this dude, don't even try, love.
You do one thing that can be see as somewhat pervy and this motherfucker makes it his personality for a week, if not longer.
"You can't keep your hands off Papa, can you?" And then he has the audacity to playfully grope you all over but pretend you're the kinky one???
And then he gets upset when you don't do it again.
"You make fun of me for doing that, Terzo."
"Oh please, I would never. I love when you feel me up a bit, it makes your Papa very happy."
It's an endless cycle.
Copia
Considering how many times he smacked a Ghoul's ass, you'd think he'd be used to it. But he is not.
Literally squeals the first time you do that. After a few more times he fully grows to expect it and is even a bit disappointed if you don't smack his booty while you pass him in the Ministry halls.
Honestly I would be disappointed too because he's got cake and personally I would be all over this man and his ass if I had the chance.
He'd get a bit cheeky after a while and randomly smack your butt, too.
It becomes a game of you two sneaking up on each other and smacking asses.
It's absolutely hilarious. His Ghouls keep a score. You're winning.
Old Nihil
Bro almost fucking trips đ
Turns to fucking dust
He's so fucking shocked he literally can't figure out what happened at first.
And then he sees you, walking away and barely containing your giggles.
Well, obviously, even if he's old, he's the very definition of sex appeal (can't believe I wrote that sentence about a 100+ year old dude) so he can't exactly blame you!
He will assume you meant it sexually and will absolutely expect you to jump his dick later tonight.
There's just a certain kind of beauty to you riding his dick that melts his old simping heart.
Young Nihil
Turns around faster than Sonic could ever run and pulls you into him, holding your chin with a big dumbass grin.
You wanna grope him? Okay, two can play that game, babe.
He's gonna grope you all over, making you laugh because it fucking tickles.
His lips and teeth are all over your neck, too.
Hell, he'd fuck you against the nearest wall if you'd let him.
And you started it. This man cannot be given any somewhat sexual cue or he will actively pursue fucking you.
And you started it! You gotta take responsibility!
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You ever have a really long and stressful day and respond to a customer in a way that you only realize after the fact that if someone else said that and you were a witness, you'd be on the floor, crying laughing? đ
It's Labor day weekend. My whole shift has been chaotic for a multitude of reasons. It's FINALLY closing time. I, personally do the announcements. 6 of them. 30 minutes, then 20 minutes, then every 5 minutes after. And I am LOUD. To the point where even my coworkers are like "jeez, ok I think the customers next door can hear you" and I'm like "that's the point. These people need to get OUT"
So I've reached the 6th and final announcement. I try to say that one a little bit louder than all the rest, so people fucking GET the POINT, you know? I also am scheduled to be off at exactly closing and I have time-sensitive plans that hinder on me leaving EXACTLY at my scheduled end time. So I make the announcement, hang up the phone and attempt to HAUL ASS OUTTA THERE.
Of COURSE some braindead bitch comes up to my counter with a cartload of fabric and is like "uMmM but I need my fabric cut?" Tough shit, bitch. So I say "I'm sorry, did you not hear the announcement? I tried to make it as loud as possible. We are closed for the day." And she's like "well I have all this stuff to be cut" Again...tough shit, bitch. So I say "I'm sorry, but we are closed and my shift actually ends right now and I will get in trouble for staying over my time. You can come back tomorrow, we open at 9 a.m."
And I start to walk away and she's like "well, wHaT'S yOuR NaME?" Now..remember when I said this was a very long and stressful day? I respond "my name?" She's like "YES YoUR NAME, I want to rEPOrT YoU. YoU were VERY RUDE." And...I pause for a moment. Just no thoughts, head absolutely empty, stressed and exhausted, and I respond "no, thank you" with the same tone you would use if you were declining a stranger on the street asking you if you want to buy something off of them, but higher pitched, so imagine how "No, thank you â€ïž" would sound if I could make the sound of the effect the heart has without saying the word "heart". And then I just LEFT
And I didn't consciously realize how ridiculous that was until a day later đ
10/10 would recommend dealing with Karens this way
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Wednesday
hurt - comfort
Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Fem!Reader/OFC
Warnings: blood. angst. wednesday feeling thingsâąïž. unsure there was any comfort.
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Wednesday's hand was shaking, and they never shook. It was like she was having an out-of-body experience as she watched her own fingers tremble.Â
It was hard to even make out her own trembling fingers as she tried to keep the blood inside your body.
"Hey, frumpy," your eyes are barely open, but you crack a weak smile at her. "What's got you making that face? Might be the first expression that doesn't suit you."
"Don't talk," Wednesday snaps at you, but even her voice quavers. "Don'tâ" Wednesday swallows, feeling her eyes burn. "Just be quiet. Uncle Fester is on his way."
"Cool," you swallowed, still smiling at Wednesday's face. You think you can feel her hands pressed on your abdomen. Why do they feel shakier than they usually do? That was so unlike her. "Meeting the family seems a little fast for us, though, doesn't it? Haven't even gone out on one date yet."
"Shut up," Wednesday hisses, her eyes closing at your teasing. She doesn't want to hear your voice sounding weaker with every breath. "Shut up because if you keep talking, you'll die, and if you dieâI'll kill you and everything you love."
You can't help but laugh, coughing and wincing in pain as you do.Â
It was all the wrong timing, honestly. Wednesday was just perfect at being the wrong time.Â
You spend all year with her, exchanging notes and letters because she doesn't have a phone, but you don't know why the relationship with her mother is so strained.Â
You risk your life every day by teasing and flirting with her, but you've yet to ask her out on one date.Â
You're dying, and she's refusing to leave your side, but you haven't even told her how you feel.Â
You know she said that her eccentric uncle is coming, and he was able to save Thing's life earlier this semester, but you're losing too much blood. You can feel it in the way you're becoming delusional, and it almost feels like you're not in any pain anymore.Â
You place your hand over hers, feeling how warm they are, which you know is definitely not how her hands usually are, and you can only realize that they're warm because of your blood.Â
"Now don't go doing that, I thought you said killing yourself would be the least interesting way you could go."
Wednesday screws her eyes shut at your words. Why can't you just listen to her for once and stop talking? Wednesday's IQ is too high for her to be dense about what your subtle words mean.Â
"Don'tâ" Wednesday starts to say but chokes on something in the back of her throat. Something hot and wet drops from her eyes, landing on her hand and mixing with your blood.Â
There are too many things Wednesday wants to say.
Don't say that.
Don't be ridiculous.Â
Don't beat me to the punch.
But there's really only one thing that Wednesday thinks will come out of her mouth.
"Hey, are you crying?" Your voice sounds so light, like it is fading away.
Wednesday shakes her head furiously like she can't accept it. "Don't die," Wednesday chokes out. "Don't die. Don't die. Don't. Die."
You lift your hand, and it feels like it's taking everything in you to do so, but you make it to Wednesday's face, wiping a tear away and smearing a line of blood on her face too.Â
"Oops," you whisper and pause, your blinking becoming slower. You take your last moment to stare at her face, how her long lashes framed her haunting eyes. "Would you hate me if I said red looks good on you?"
Your hand drops, and your eyes fall shut.
Wednesday frantically looks at your face, and she shakes you as she yells your name.Â
The words feel trapped inside Wednesday's throat, melding into a curling scream that she doesn't let out. It would be too painful, and this was a pain Wednesday wasn't prepared to feel.Â
There's a running in the distance that shakes the ground as it comes closer to her. A gruesomely tall figure looms over her before it drops something large with a thump.Â
"Oh, Wednesday! Oh, is that who you were bringing me to? I thought you were going to tear my flesh apart and eat me! What a shame."Â
Wednesday looks up to see Uncle Fester and Enid standing before her.Â
Something frantic inside Wednesday forces her to move as she moves to grab her uncle and pull him towards you.
"Save her!" Wednesday cries, and it's so pitifully desperate. "Save her right now, please!"
Uncle Fester looks down at you before looking at his niece. "Oh, kid, you're very lucky you're my favorite."
Wednesday watches her uncle work, unable to tear her eyes away from you. She barely even registers Enid shifting back into a human, moving to grab a discarded jacket on the ground before she comes up and tentatively wraps Wednesday into a hug from the side.
Wednesday allows it.
The pessimistic part of her says you won't wake up when she looks at your motionless bodyâthat you were stabbed too deep when you foolishly moved in to take a blow for Wednesday.Â
But when your chest starts moving on its own, and you open your eyes, weakly wheezing, Wednesday feels her eyes flutter in relief as she moves out of Enid's arms and back down on her knees towards you.Â
"Hey," you manage to croak out, but Wednesday shakes her head.
"Don't talk," Wednesday moves to grasp your hand, threading her fingers through yours tightly. "Just stay with me."
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Forget-Me-Not
(Donna Beneviento x Fem!reader)
part 1
*pic creds to owner, got it from pinterest
Word count: 1383
TW: manipulation, attempted murder
I was feeling tragic when i had the idea but changed my mind so fluff with some angst sprinkles but happy ending
I tried to find a flower that meant heartbreakđ amen to google, the photo was like unrelated to the title i just liked the aestheticđ
ps: not proofread plss lmk any mistakes
ps2: i betrayed miranda cult and made her evil on this oneđ
ps3: she's still my cutie silly girlie tho
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You kicked, screamed, cried, begged, but still left. You were too youngâŠand your parents were too afraid, so you left.
You still remembered the day when she came, you remembered watching through the stairs railings as she glided on the floor. Her halo being the only defining characteristic you could perfectly recall, besides your parents' terrified face.
You knew who she was, having been to church since you were two years old. Therefore, when your mother called you (long after the priestess had left) to order you to pack your bags, you knew it was her fault.
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Dani wasâŠnaive. After her conversation with her mother proved to be worthless and her refusal to accept you couldn't be found. The youngest Dimitrescu called the one person who could perform the impossible, Mother Miranda.
Cassandra had shown disinterest to the story since the start, this being a difference once compared to her two sisters. Bela wasn't as hopeful as Dani, however she was curious. So she indulged in the hunt alone.
To say Mother Miranda was surprised to hear your name was an understatement, the woman remained her composure as being questioned by Daniela, and vowed to find Donnaâs little lover, for the sake of romance of course.
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You were living a quiet life in south Italy when received a letter from Romania. You were aware of the risks of returning to your hometown, Mother Mirandaâs threats were never idle. But you missed Donna, and seeing her one more time was better than living a long alone life.
You arrived Sunday at seven a.m, a time Bela knew the priestess would be busy with the Mass. You were naturally confused in seeing her but having gone that far you chose to trust her, and allowed her to lead you into Beneviento territory.
The dollmaker recognized you the moment you stepped into her land, after all how could she not, her memories of you were all she had for so long, memorizing every breath was only natural for her.
So she cleared the path, no pollen or hanging bodies, just a forest and a dirt road. She even went as far as attempting to clean the house in the five minutes it would take you to arrive, consequentially giving up and crying for two of the five minutes.
Angie was the one to greet you, shooing Bela away to interrogate you while a hidden Donna watched.
You allowed the doll to conduct you to the couch where you both sat and promptly began talking.
You were grinning while looking at Angie's long explanation of how she kept your path safe. Giggling when the doll asked what you were staring at. You shook your head with a smile. âI just--itâs so good to see you.â
Angie stopped for a moment and blinked. âOh. It is always good to see me.â
You laughed and fidgeted with your fingers. âIf you don't mind me askingâŠumâŠthe blonde woman. Bela? I think? She said Donna was looking for me, and well that's why I came. SoâŠdo you know where she is?â
Angie nodded slowly, watching a corner on your left before staring back at you. âDonna needs a bit more time, she doesn't want you to fade away again.â
You furrowed your eyebrows. âFade away?â
The doll shrugged and quickly changed subject. âCome help me and my friends to bake a cake.â
And so was your entire day filled with baking and playing. As much as you longed to see the dollmaker, you understood it had been a while, so you gave her time.
Donna was scared during your entire visit, what if you weren't real, what if it was just her mind playing tricks. It happened before, why wouldn't it now. And that's how she found herself sitting alone on her bridge.
And that's how Mother Miranda found her.
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The priestess arrived at your house minutes after you left and once seeing Belaâs letter she hastily returned to the village and waited for you. The service was the same as always, making it easy for her to watch you make your way to Donnaâs Manor.
She knew your potential of ruining all the hard work sheâs conquered with the dollmaker, but also believed in her creation.
Miranda knew Donna would not be able to handle your sudden appearance just as she knew the Lady would isolate herself away from you.
Thatâs why she was now sitting beside her on the bridge, rubbing gentle circles on her back. âItâs okay, my child. Tell me what happened.â
Donna was staring at her shaking hands, trying and failing to normalize her breathing. The priestess was slow to hold her hands, not wanting to scare the young woman, and repeated her words.
The dollmaker looked at her from the side of her veil. âA friend IâI thought was gone, came back.â
The priestess faked compassion. âShouldnât that be a good thing?â
Donna quickly nodded and wiped her tears behind her veil. âWhatâwhat if sheâs not real? Itâs been so long, I justâwhy now?â
Miranda took a deep breath, carefully measuring her next words. âMy dear, Iâve told you before our procedure that your friend had died. I know itâs hard to let go of the past, but you must try so you can truly heal.â
The dollmaker lifted her veil to look at the priestess, as an act of trust and despair. âWhat should I do, Mother?â
Miranda smiled and gently touched her cheek. âYou must put an end to her, itâs the only way.â
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You fell asleep on the couch while reading a story to the dolls. Angie was the one to wait for Donnaâs return.
The doll didn't know what was discussed, however from Donnaâs slow and dragging steps she could make a good guess.
Donna was holding a yellow flower, mentally preparing herself to poison you when Angie blocked her way towards you. âAngie, please, I need to heal.â
The doll fervently shook her head. âSheâs the real deal, Donnie. You gotta believe me.â
Donna gave her a somber smile and controlled her out of the way. âWe need to heal.â
She knelt in front of you, taking nervous breaths and tightly holding the flower. The dollmaker thought of every time you were by her side, every joke, every hug, every smile. Before she knew she was sobbing and straining herself from hugging you. She needed you to die, Mother said so, Mother knew best.
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You woke up with Donnaâs head on the edge of the couch.
You did not know of the experiments, or why she had sentient dolls running around, but you knew your friend. So you carefully repositioned yourself and hugged her.
You stayed in the embrace for so long that even the other dolls had moved to other rooms so as to not disturb.
Donnaâs flower found a place on the floor since the dollmaker chose to grip your arms. âIâIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry.â
You gently shushed her and kissed the top of her head. âYou have nothing to apologize for, Iâm the one whoâs sorry, I shouldâve come back sooner.â
Donna lifted her head, the veil sticking to her face due to the tears. âIâm supposed to kill you, youâre not real.â
You held her cheeks and smiled softly. âIâm real, Donna. And Iâm here, I came all this way for you. Whatever you choose to do, itâs okay, Iâm just happy I get to see you one more time.â
The dollmaker nodded, going back into your embrace and hiding her head on your neck. âIs it okay if I donât kill you right now?â
You laughed and returned the hug. âIt would be great if you didn't kill me right now.â
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It took her three weeks to understand you were not a hallucination and Mother Miranda was lying to her.
The dollmaker still kept the act, making her territory unreachable even for the priestess while you and her tried to find a way for her to leave without Miranda tracking her.
Still, even trapped inside her territory you were happy and dutifully kept your promise to never leave.
And if life ever got boring, Angie was always around to give you both a one week worth headache.
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