#god I wish I didn't have to cut off the first bit of the text on the first one but I could only fit the last part.

[tricks-n-illusions]

[Reaction to this post] - [Yako belongs to @askoinari]

Despite the dramatic fit of rage, Silas was quick to return to his frozen state when Yako neared. He was obviously going to be no threat to the Thievul anytime soon. His fear towards them greatly outwayed any anger. He could only hold his breath in the hope they wouldn't decide to retaliate and attack him back. Considering how disrespectful the Zoroark had been, they would be more than justified to do so and in this state, he was nothing more than a sitting duck ready to be killed at a whim.

With those final words, the threat dissipated, and the moment he felt their overwhelming presence lessen, his real reaction began to seep through the cracks of his facade. No longer able to contain his emotions Silas let out a loud gasp, quickly followed by an onslaught of panicky breathing. For some reason, he suddenly felt as if he couldn't breathe, almost like a weight was crushing down on him. The fox couldn't help but spiral into a panic, though he didn't seem to register that was what was happening.

He couldn't bring himself to do much but desperately claw at his ears and face for some type of relief from his mental anguish. After a long moment of him clawing at himself, he finally fell silent, though his frantic breathing did not.

His rage and frustration quickly began to return, and all the anger he felt towards their verbal assault finally hit him, though, it didn't last very long. Silas was just as easily overtaken by sorrow and depression. [Not this again.] Just as someone once told him long ago... He was always too emotional.

He silently sank to the ground, pulling himself close. He seemed defeated, tired even. Just truly done with everything at the moment.

"What is the fucking point anymore..."

→  Silas seems to have calmed down from his fit. →  The Ask Hints page has been added.

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

When They Call You Clingy So You Distance Yourself| Maknaeline Pt1

Warnings: Cursing, Mentioning of Blood

Pt2 Pt3 Hyungline  (xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx)

JISUNG|

There was nothing you loved more than Jisung's singing. Well maybe Jisung himself.

But from the moment you heard him sing you knew that it was game over for you. You didn't know what you had done to have God bless you with the off chance of running into the chubby cheeked boy on the street during a last-minute girls' trip - the result of a horrible breakup.

And you sure as hell didn't know what you did to have him become smitten with you at first glance, softly asking for your number - even though it was obvious you weren't going to stay long.

But after a week of non-stop texting and meme exchanging it was obvious the feeling was mutual so long distance was something you were willing to try.

And it was the best decision you had ever made. Two and a half years strong.

The last year you had spent in South Korea had been filled with wonderful memories too, and you quickly found yourself getting used to living life with Hanji.

"Sungie!" You burst into the studio and Jisung jumped in fear. "I brought you something!"

He turned around with wide eyes and his mouth opened slightly. "What is it?"

You handed him a couple of his favorite snacks and an energy drink. "I figured you were tired since the guys told me you didn't come back to the dorms..." You wrapped your arms around him and peeked over his shoulder at to what he was scribbling in his favorite, beat up notebook. "What are you writ-"

Jisung quickly closed his notebook. "N-nothing."

"Lemme see!" You giggle reaching for it again. He quickly pulled away. "Jiji you always show me your songs!" You said, not noticing his growing irritation.

"Y/N stop I don't want you to see this one." He said grabbing his notebook.

"Why not?" You whined, trying one last time to grab it. "Thats are thing you show me your songs even before you show the guys!"

Your hands folded around the broken metal spine and part of the papers themselves and Jisung pulled away with an extreme amount of force.

The small part of metal that had no home in the small holes of the spiral bound book hooked its way into your hand. And with Han's forceful pull, ripped open your skin as well in a thing but deep wound.

You hissed in pain slightly from a small paper cut on your middle finger, which was ironic considering the much deeper gash in the palm of your dominant hand.

"Dammit Y/N!" He snapped looking at his ripped pages.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to..." You said quietly.

"Well you did!" He mumbled turning his back on you looking for tape on Chan's cluttered desk.

"I'm sorry."

"Its whatever." Han mumbled, his back still turned to you.

You hold your wrist, you hand bloodied. "Jiji-"

"Y/N I want to be alone right now." His voice was firm, and you could tell he was trying to hide his growing anger. You wanted to respect his wishes but your injury seemed to throb even more by the second, even more blood spilling out.

You nodded but opened your mouth to speak again trying to ask him for help with your gushing hand. "I know but-"

"FUCK Y/N!" Jisung screamed slamming his hands on the table. "Just leave me alone! Stop being clingy for two seconds and give a moment to breathe! You just ruined something extremely important just because you don't know when to stop messing around."

You bit your cheek, trying to stop the tears that were pricking your eyes from falling.

You knew that Jisung was only calling you clingy to to get you to go away. To hurt you enough so you'd want to leave. He had done it before.

And even though it was a bad habit, it was proving really hard for him to break.

You quickly made your way out after watching your boyfriend for a few more seconds as he started tearing small pieces of tape from the dispenser.

And even still you couldn't help but have your heart flutter at his concentration as he bent down to carefully place pieces of tape on the ripped pages.

Dammit. Why do I always have to go and ruin things... You think to yourself as you head out to your car. Grabbing an extreme amount of paper towels to soak up the red liquid streaming from your hand.

You go to wipe your tears, but only smearing blood on your face causing even more tears of frustration, sadness and disappointment to fall from your eyes.

Fuck. I'm gonna need stitches.

You drove to the hospital, continously blinking to keep your vision clear through your emotional state. You were so focused on the road and replaying the whole situation that had just occurred in your head you didn't realize your phone was ringing.

Once you computed the ringning you frantically reached for your phone, so you could talk to Jisung - apologize, just talk things through - not remembering the state your hand was in and feeling it rip open even more, causing your phone to slip and a strangled cry of pain escape your lips.

Incoming call from - Jiji *heart emoji. angel emoji. squirrel emoji.*

Your phone had fallen in between the crack of your seat and you tried grabbing it while keeping your eyes on the road.

Incoming call from - Jiji *heart emoji. angel emoji. squirrel emoji.*

"Holy shit can't I-"

You heard the blaring of a horn and by instinct you turned opposite of the direction you heard it coming from, only to have the noise covered by metal crunching on metal.

Missed Call from - Jiji *heart emoji. angel emoji. squirrel emoji.*

Beeeep.

You have one new voicemail.

"Jagiya - I saw blood on my paper. Were you bleeding? Look, I know you probably don't feel like talking to me and that's valid. I say a lot of mean things to get space- and I know how wrong that is of me. Just...call me back okay? Let me know you're okay...there was...a lot...of blood. A lot...I'm worried. You can be mad but please just let me know, okay? I feel bad. I had a reason for hiding the lyrics; but it just seems stupid now. Because you got hurt because of me...I know I'm ranting but I'm worried sick. So please just...text or something. At least tell me you have the cut bandaged or something. Because baby if I would have realized sooner you were bleeding that much...God I feel like an idiot. Just call me, okay? Or you know what text if you don't feel like talking...just let me know your safe...the guys are worried too...you left a trail...God I feel so bad. Maybe I'm exaggerating but it looked like so much...I love you. Okay? I love you."

Click.

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FELIX|

You heard your front door unlock and looked behind you to see Felix walking in.

He slipped his shoes off and immediately headed towards the game room you had set up from an old study when you and him had frist started dating.

Your desk was still in the corner, but you had set up all of Felix's extra gaming things throughout the rest of the room. Stringing up LED lights and making it as aesthetically pleasing as possible since had taken a liking to filming some of his lives in that room once your relationship had gone public.

You got up from the couch and followed Felix into the room. He didn't seem like his usual cheery self. And his determined steps into the game room differed from his usually excited steps and leaned more towards annoyance.

"Lix is everything okay?" You asked, coming to stand by him. You placing the energy drink you were sipping on by him as you reach out to give him an embrace.

"I'm fine Y/N." He mumbled, trying to shake his PC awake. Then trying to turn on the LED's and lamp next to him. When they didn't turn on he tried plugging his phone in to the extra charger that he always kept plugged in at your home, groaning when that too didn't work.

"You seem upset love, you know I'm here for you."

"I said I'm fine." He snapped as he got up and started looking at the different wires connecting the lights and other various things in the room. "This damned thing."

You got up and looked at the wires yourself. "Let me see-"

"I got it, Y/N." Felix said sternly as he moved his makeshift desk back carefully from the wall enough to squeeze back there and look at the outlets.

At the same time you notice the extension cord didn't look like it was fully plugged in. You let out a small noise of acknowledgement and crawled under table to plug it in.

It was too bad Felix didn't notice your other hand resting on the ground for balance, as he stepped on it while trying to get a better look.

You yelped in pure shock, your head coming up to bang against the underside of the table- and Felix jumping back in surprise - and reaching out to balance himself but instead knocking over your drink onto his extremely expensive keyboard.

You had never heard so many profanities string from his mouth at once.

"I'll go get towels-"

"Are you fucking slow Y/N?!" His voice was harsh. Nothing like the gentle tone he always used with you. "Maybe you are. Would explain why you'd think a fucking corrosive drink could be easily cleaned from a keyboard. GOD." He groaned slamming his fist down.

"Felix I didn't-"

"I didn't know! I didn't know!" Felix mocked. "Well no shit you didn't know. Who in their right mind puts an open drink next to a set up that probably costs more than your monthly wages."

You felt your chin start to tremble and you tried to take a breath.

"You know maybe if you weren't clinging to me 24/7 this wouldn't have happened. Now thanks to you I have to find replacements." He grumbled pushing past you.

You turned to follow him like a lost puppy.

"Dammit did you not get the hint?!" He shouted turning back towards you. "You really are slow holy shit." He spat out.

You watched him make his way towards the door grabbing his keys and just walking out in his house slippers that's how angry you had made him.

"I can fix it..." You whimpered, trying to wipe your tears as you collected an arrangement of towels both dry and cloth. "I-I can f-fix itttt..." You whine as you hold the towels with shaky hands trying to mop up the mess.

"I-I'll fix-fix it-" You keep repeating to yourself until your vision is so blurred by tears the they flow over into the crevices of his precious keyboard. You try to soak up the mousepad he had customized, and the fabric of his chair.

"I'll...fix it..."

Soon enough those three words didn't sound like words you had said them so much.

Your hands were red and raw from scrubbing down the table so much. And you could barely even breath through your desperate cries.

His words kept ringing in your head.

He sounded so angry. You had never seen him like that. And it scared you. It scared you so much.

So much it had you considering if his accessories were the only thing he'd ever consider replacing.

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SEUNGMIN|

You sat in the dressing room, waiting for Seungmin to come back stage.

Tonight was the kickoff concert for their mini tour. Just ten destinations. A mix of normal venues, mini music festivals and things of such.

Ever since you and Seungmin had become a thing a little over three years ago, you had made it your mission to attend all of his concerts. While at first you flew under the radar of attendance- you soon became the "Where's Waldo" of sort when your relationship became public- stays doing everything they could to spot you in the crowd.

Tonight was no different other than the fact that everything went abswolutely horrible.

Malfunction after malfunction. Although most of the Stays were too preoccupied with the the visuals and the improv to really care about the mistakes on the crew end of thing.

And you had come backstage to tell Seungmin the same thing that all the Stays in the crowd had been thinking.

You did great.

Most of the time on Seungmin's shorter trips you stayed out of his way. Calling him and just infroming him of the different places you were visting in the cities, and asking if he would like any specific souvenirs. Thats the way you balanced out most. Thats the way things had worked and you figured they would continue to work...

Until Seungmin came in,.

"What are you doing here?" He asked throwing his jacket on the closest chair, and immediately going to strip off his shirt.

"I just wanted to come in and see how you were doing." You said quietly- gently.

"Appreciate it but you're not exactly helping my situation. I come into the dressing room for a breather - some space but your in here." He sighs grabbing a towel and trying to soak up his sweat.

You frown and look at him, his puppy eyes clouded with frustration.

"I just wanted to tell you that you did good...none of that was your fault. I just wanted to make sure you were aware of that..."

"Y/N. You're getting overwhelming. Seeing you home, at the studio in the audience- I can't catch a fucking break. Its like you're acting as my fucking shadow- clinging on to me wherever I go. Normal couples don't do that." He said as he stepped behind a portable stall to change completley.

You opened your mouth but closed it quickly, not wanting to start something you knew Seungmin was more than likely to finish.

"Like everytime I see you it's such a burden really..." Seungmin came out drying his sweaty hair with a smaller towel. "Like don't you ever get sick of seeing me all the time?" He gives out a smile and a laugh, but his eyes don't crinkle the same way they usually do.

You bite your cheek. "No...why would I get sick of seeing you? Why...would I ever see you as a burden?"

Your boyfriend looks at you in the reflection of the mirror, and turns to see the pain in your eyes.

"I came back here to comfort you Min...but instead you want to find ways to tear me down? So effortlessly at that?" Your voice is growing in pitch by the second but getting quieter and quiter. "I've spent three years supporting you in everything that you do. I've spent money to surprise you on trips Seungmin! When you know I don't have the money to do that!" Seungmin flinches when you use his full name. It had been so long since he heard anything other than a nickname fall from your lips when talking to him. "I always put you before me...am I really that much of a burden to you Seungmin?"

The quiet boy just looked at you.

"Dammit say something!" You exclaimed.

"I...don't know what you want me to say Y/N...I appreciate you coming to my concerts. I do...but don't you have another life outside of me?"

You clenched your jaw. "You're geniunely asking me that? When we've spent over three years together?"

Seungmin sighed. "You know I don't mean it like that..."

"Then how do you mean it?"

He fidgeted and opened his mouth to say something but bit his tongue and thought for a second more.

"You know what...maybe you're right Seungmin." You grab your purse and coat.

"Where are you going?" He asked, a bit of panic creeping into his voice.

"Away." You mumbled. "You're right Seungmin. I don't have a life outside of you. And maybe that's why this doesn't feel so right anymore."

You reach for the door and you feel both his hands wrap around your arm.

"B-Baby...y...you don't mean that...you don't." He pleaded softly. You watched as his brown eyes searched your face for any bluff. "We're right...we feel right-we we fit right..." His voice took a little pitiful whine to it and you felt as if you just kicked a puppy.

Right now he looked like a kicked puppy.

You had to turn your face away so he couldn't see your walls built in anger break.

Because no matter how petty you could be you wouldn't do that to Seungmin.

Would you?

"Seungmin...you think you can just go and say those things...the things that effortlessly hurt me?" You took a deep breath. "It's like you put no thought into how you crack my heart."

Not break. He couldn't break it...

"Jagiya...please...please stay?"

Couldn't my ass. He damn well could. And two could play that game.

"I'm leaving." You said pulling your arm from him roughly, knowing that you ripping yourself from the embrace you relied on so much would hurt him the most.

"You don't mean it...we're both frustrated...Jagiya..."

You decided not to look back as you walked out the door.

Knowing just how quickly your resolve you fold if you saw just how easily Seungmin's heartbreak was painted on to him.

You knew you'd fold the second you saw how his heartbreak mirrored your own.

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JEONGIN|

Please leave a message after the tone.

You groan as you guide yourself to the counter, holding onto it trying to find unwavering land in the battle of dizziness you were fighting.

Please leave a message after the tone.

"Pick up..." You groan as you try to hit the call button for Jeongin, your vision was clouded and you mistakenly pressed your second most recent call.

"Y/N? What's up?"

"Ji...Jisung...grab Jeongin for me?"

"Y/N...he's a little...irked right now. We were poking fun at him when you called but I think we went a bit too far... I don't think its the best idea..."

"Jisung, please?"

You heard Jisung shuffle around, and you heard the crunching of leaves as he made his way towards the sound of loud laughter.

"Innie! Your girlfriend is one the phone!"

You think you're hearing things when you hear Jeongin's distinct groan- but you don't have time to think about it before you hear all of his elder group members "ooh" and "ahh" at the youngest member.

"What is it?" The annoyance in his voice is evident.

"Innie...I don't feel good." You say steadying yourself on the counter. Your hands are slick with sweat, just like the rest of your body.

"Y/N I don't know what you want me to do about that." He says, covering the mic to yell something at the members- who are making kissing noises and mimicking romantic music in the background. "I'm hours away and I'm not gonna be back until Monday."

You whimper as you lower yourself onto the ground, your head swimming with dizziness - all while feeling as if someone tigthened a rubber band around your noggin.

"Stop being so dramatic and take medicine if its that bad." He finally says. "It's embarassing to have you blow up my phone while I'm on a guys trip - and even more embarassing for you to blow up my friends phones as well."

Something about the way he says my makes your heart sting slightly. As if you hadn't cultivated friendships with the guys as well.

"Maybe if you had answere-"

"Just stop Y/N! I'm not a baby! And having you cling to me...its making the guys think that. I mean don't you see how annoying that looks? Childish? Being clingy is downright childish."

You can't really focus on Jeongin's angry rant because you vision is getting blurry, and your head is throbbing so horribly, and your body is getting so clammy you can't focus on anything other than how shitty you feel.

"I think I'm gonna pass out-"

You hear Jeongin's exasperated huff. "You always have to make it about you don't you?! I'm trying to tell you how I want you sto stop blowing up my phone so damn much while I'm with the guys and you're here being dramtic. We're adults Y/N. We don't have to rely on each other for everything! So just lay down if your feeling that bad. I don;t cal you for everything."

You groan into the phone. "Jeongin-"

"Holy shit Y/N, can't you take a hint? For fuck's sake...I'll talk to you Monday." He said before hanging up, his tone exuding the aura of a typical "too-cool-for-anyone" teen boy or more specifically a hormonal attitude filled PMS monster.

You take a second to breathe, the nausea that was hitting you in waves only coming in faster and stronger.

You scrolled through your contacts and just clicked on one. Your fingers were trembling and you could barely press the speaker button before dropping your phone to the ground in a moment of weakness.

I'm gonna pass out...just...a minute longer...wait until someone answers...

You decided to not delay the inevitable and just lay on the cool ground that you'd end up on anyway. Might as well save yourself from an uneccassary bump.

"Hello?"

"I think I'm gonna faint..." You groan.

"The fuck? Y/N? What? I'm on my way I'm at the studio I'll be there in a minute..."

You give a small hmm and lean more into the floor if that was possible.

It brought you back to when you were a child, and would decide to randomly nap on the ground.

Maybe I am childish...

Maybe he was right...

You're mine clears as your mind goes static then black as if a switch turned on.

"Y/N? Y/N!"

When you open your eyes your blinded by lights and instantly annoyed by the beeping of mulitple machines.

"Y/N-ie!" You see the smiling faces of Chaeryeong and Yeji. Then Ryujin, Lia and Yuna's faces pop around you too.

"The doctor said your blood sugar was extremley low." Yeji said grabbing your hands. "He said that they're gonna run a few more tests on you too see what the cause of it was."

"We were worried sick when you called Chaer so we all came!" Lia exclaims.

You smiled gratefully, your head still throbbing slightly.

"Thank you." You said quietly.

"I called Changbin." Chaeryeong commented. "I thought it was best that one of the Kids relay the message to your boyfriend."

You pop up in bed, the sudden movement dizzying you. "What? What did you say?"

"I just told him we found you past out in your kitchen. At that point we didn't know what caused it...so all I said is we were bringing you to the hospital."

"Your boyfriend has been calling your phone for the last hour and a half." Yuna says nodding towards your phone.

26 missed calls.

"Hah...so he calls me clingy and childish then proceeds to call my phone 26 times?" You groan as you throw yourself back onto the hospital bed.

The ITZY girls look at you with sympathetic looks, Yeji squeezing your hands gently as well.

"Fuck it." You mumble, a fit of anger bubbling inside you as you swiped away all the call notifications, an insurge of pettiness filling you. "Clingy and childish my ass. I'll show him what that actually looks like."

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Sundresses and Leather

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky Barnes x Baker!Female Reader Summary: Your first date with Bucky doesn't go as planned, but that makes it all the more special. Word Count: Over 4.7k Warnings: First date, tension, flirting, brief moments of insecurity, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?). Graphics talent and thanks: Banner by @sgt-seabass. Divider by @firefly-graphics. Bucky edit by Nix. Moodboard by yours truly. Previous Part of AU: Sweet and Strong A/N: More Hottie and Sugar from our Sin on Skin AU. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you for spitballing), but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Tonight was the night. You were going out with Bucky Barnes. Excited for the date was a bit of an understatement. You may have told a few customers you had a date when they wished you a good day.

Thank God they were mostly regulars and seemed happy on my behalf.

"Maybe a sundress isn't nice enough," you told Tess, regretting the words the moment they left your mouth. She didn’t need to deal with you and your overthinking. Again.

"It's plenty nice. You’re going to look amazing,” she argued, going to check on the next batch of cookies. “And he can lift the skirt and bury his-"

"I thought you said I didn't have to get laid on my first date with him," you cut her off.

"You don't have to, but the visual alone will give him something for his spank bank later."

"Thank you for the vote of confidence," you smiled, but it quickly faltered.

You weren’t sure why a cloud drifted over your sunny disposition. Bucky was a good guy, a far cry from Richard. Gorgeous, kind, hardworking, the whole package. There was chemistry between the two of you that went beyond mere attraction. Maybe it was the fact that you were falling hard and fast for him that suddenly made you so nervous. You didn’t want to scare him away.

But he said he couldn’t stop thinking about me and he wouldn’t say that if he didn’t mean it.

Tess gave you a pointed look. “Stop overthinking. I’m begging you.”

“I’m not trying to,” you sighed, your nerves almost tempting you to grab a treat from the case. “What if I fall on my face?”

“Like Bucky would let you hit the ground. Even if you do stumble, that’s life. It isn’t going to change the fact that he likes you,” she said as you helped her with the cookies. You still had work to do. “The guy said he can’t get you off his mind and to text him whenever you want. He does not strike me as the type to just say those things and I know he doesn’t strike you as that type either.”

It took a moment, but your smile came back. She was right. Life wasn’t perfect and you were far from it, but Bucky liked you just as you are. Tonight would be unforgettable no matter what.

“I appreciate the pep talk,” you said, thankful that she told you what you needed to hear. “I’ll even tell you the dirty details if anything happens.”

“Hell yeah, you will. Remember, at this point, I’m living vicariously through you until I find my own hunk,” she winked. “But I mean it. Have fun tonight and get your man.”

I will.

After your shift, you rushed to change for your date. You somehow managed to arrive a few minutes early outside of Bucky's shop and took a deep breath to get yourself under control. Catching your reflection in the window, you smiled before you turned away. Since Bucky hadn’t given you any hint for what you were doing, you chose your nicest sundress and kept your makeup minimal. You looked and felt beautiful, though you wished you would���ve brought a jacket with you.

Maybe Bucky will let me borrow his if he has one.

“Holy shit.”

You spun around when you heard Bucky’s voice behind you, your heart fluttering as he met you on the sidewalk. Instead of the jeans you usually saw him in, he wore khakis, a button up shirt, and a blue blazer that matched his eyes. He had his hair down, perfectly parted on the right side. You were so busy staring at the broad, handsome man that it took you a moment to realize he was trying to hand you something.

Flowers.

“Sorry. You just… wow,” he said as you took the small bouquet, sweeping his gaze over you as your cheeks grew warm. “You look so beautiful.”

You giggled and quickly covered your mouth with your hand, butterflies in your stomach when he gently smiled. “Don’t apologize,” you smiled back, taking a moment to smell the flowers. “You look pretty ‘holy shit’ yourself.”

His nose scrunched as he laughed and offered you his hand. “So, you’re telling me I clean up well. Steve insisted on the blazer when I said I wanted to bring my leather jacket.”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. Though I wouldn’t have minded the leather jacket,” you said. He would’ve looked gorgeous, as always. “And thank you for suggesting we meet here. We had a last minute order and I was scrambling."

"It's no problem. One of my clients was running a few minutes late and I almost had to take you out in jeans."

"I wouldn't have minded," you said. You both worked hard and understood that things would come up from time to time. "So, where are we headed?"

He cleared his throat as he led you to his car. “Well, do you want the good news or the bad news?”

Your stomach dropped a little. “Mmm. Bad news first,” you said after a moment. “Always better to end on a high note.”

“Bad news was I had planned to take you out on my motorcycle so we could have a picnic in the park. There was going to be live music and I would’ve asked you to dance,” he explained, looking up at the sky. “But…”

“The weather called for a storm tonight, didn’t it?” you mused, a wistful smile on your face when he nodded. The image of being in his arms under the stars as music drifted through the air made your heart skip a beat. It sounded like the perfect evening.

“Yeah. The band is rescheduling,” he said, tucking his hair behind his ear as he looked at the ground. “Then I thought I could take you to this art gallery nearby. They normally have these stunning paintings of landscapes and various statues, but the current exhibit is on human sexuality and reproduction. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but maybe it was too much for a first date.”

“Oh, come on. It couldn’t have been that bad,” you argued as he stopped and took out his phone.

“No?” he asked, tapping his screen before he showed you what you assumed was the page for the gallery.

“…That’s a giant dick,” you said before you could stop yourself, tilting your head as you stared at the phone. “And does that say BALLS?”

An older woman crossing in the opposite direction gave you an amused stare before you and Bucky burst into a fit of laughter. You had to hold on his arm to keep from collapsing on the ground. It was the funniest thing you had seen since you could remember and to think you almost saw it in person.

This date is off to a great start.

“Maybe I wanted to see a giant dick and balls,” you said once you caught your breath, pointing at him when he opened his mouth. “And don’t say ‘all I have to do is pull down my pants’ or something like that.”

But I know he has a big dick. I know.

He smirked as he started walking again. “Only if you ask me nicely, Sugar.”

He’s going to kill my ovaries.

“I’ll ask you very nicely, Hottie,” you teased, wondering exactly where you were going then. “If that was the bad news, what’s the good news?”

“I managed to get us a reservation at one of the nicest restaurants in town,” he said, standing a bit taller.

He’s trying to impress me.

“That's really nice. And I’m sure dinner will be amazing,” you assured him, hoping he didn’t beat himself up over having to change his plans. It wasn’t his fault it was going to rain. He could’ve taken you to a fast food place and it would’ve been fine because you were with him.

“Speaking of, I better get us there so we aren’t late,” he said, opening the door for you to get in. “Maybe if you agree to a second date, I can take you out on my bike and have that picnic.”

“I’d love that,” you smiled, carefully putting the flowers in your lap and trying not to appear too eager that he was already thinking of a second date. You glanced around the car when he got in and drove off, noticing it was cleaner than when he took you home days prior.

Did he clean it for me?

You grinned as he hummed along to the radio, watching as he drummed his fingers along the steering wheel. “You could’ve made it as a musician if you weren’t a tattoo artist.”

“Now you’re just flattering me, Sugar,” he said. “Believe it or not, if I wasn’t a tattoo artist, I would’ve liked to be a science teacher. I loved science and everything space related growing up.”

“Really?” you asked. He would’ve been a wonderful teacher, no matter what age group he taught. “Okay. That’s another date night.”

“What? Playing teacher?” he joked, taking his eyes off the road for a second to wink at you.

“No,” you giggled, carefully shoving his arm since he was driving. “We’re going to a science museum. That's our third date. I’m going to watch you happily geek out over everything.”

“Yeah?” he asked, glancing at you after he parked the car. “You’d do that?”

“Yeah, I would. I think it would be a blast.”

I just want to spend time with you.

A soft expression took over his features when he took your hand and brought it to his mouth. His lips lightly brushed your skin, heat pooling in your gut as he made eye contact with you. The look alone made you want to skip dinner and go right to dessert. Why not throw caution to the wind?

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised before he got out.

You exhaled slowly and mentally told your libido to calm down. At the very least, you had to get through dinner. He went through the trouble of getting a reservation at a nice place and you weren’t about to take that away from him.

“Oh, wow. I haven’t been here before,” you said once you got a look at the name. Richard used to brag about the place, but never actually took you. From what you remember, he said the food was supposed to be expensive. You didn’t want Bucky to splurge on you.

“I haven’t either,” Bucky admitted. A fancy place didn’t seem like his style. “But it looked romantic.”

You bit your lip as he opened the door, the flickering candlelight in the entryway alone providing an intimate ambience. The date may not have been what he planned, but he clearly did his research and put thought into doing something nice for you. When was the last time someone tried to do something nice for you? When did anyone go out of their way to make you feel special?

“Hello,” Bucky said as the hostess greeted you. “Reservation for two under James.”

James?

The hostess scanned her screen before she looked up. “I’m sorry. That name isn’t coming up.”

Bucky’s cheeks turned pink when you glanced at him. “It should be under James, miss. James Barnes. Reservation for two for 7pm. I spoke with Charles. He confirmed it.”

You moved closer to Bucky when the hostess searched through her screen again. As calm as he sounded, you sensed he was anything but inside. You hoped he wasn’t embarrassed. Maybe she skipped over his name. A simple mistake.

“Charles did make a reservation for you, but he entered it for 7pm next Friday,” she said as she looked between the two of you. “We’re fully booked tonight. I'm sorry, James.”

Oh, no.

There was a tick in Bucky’s jaw before he shook his head and you wanted nothing more than to hug him. “No, that’s… It’s for tonight.”

“I’m so sorry. I can see if we can squeeze a table in for you, but it’ll be at least an hour,” she said, shifting uncomfortably on her feet. She probably expected one or both of you to make a scene. "I can get my manager?"

Bucky swallowed when he looked at you, his cheeks still pink. The candlelight danced in his eyes, but all you saw was sadness. No. You wouldn't allow that. This was your first date and it was going to be amazing.

You put a hand on his arm, his muscles relaxing under your touch. "It's okay. I know this amazing place that’s right around the corner."

"Are you sure?" he asked, the hostess visibly relaxing when you nodded.

"You have a good evening," you said to the hostess and tugged Bucky back toward the door. "I'm sure. Trust me. We may even beat the rain if we walk now."

“Okay,” he said, avoiding your gaze as you left. “Fuck. This is the worst first date, isn’t it?”

Your heart broke for him. All he wanted was to give you a nice evening and everything he tried fell through. “Not even close. And you have nothing to apologize for. Charles messed up the reservation, Hottie, not you.”

“Yeah, he did,” he said, his lip tugging like he wanted to smile. “I just really wanted tonight to be special and since I couldn’t give you the date I planned, I wanted to at least give you something nice. I couldn't even do that.”

Hearing that made you stop, even when you felt the first raindrop. "Tonight is special because you're spending time with me. That's all I wanted," you promised, squeezing his hand for good measure.

"That's really all?" he asked as he squeezed your hand in return.

"Well, not completely," you teased as another raindrop landed on your shoulder. "Maybe a kiss at the end of our date."

A wide smile formed on his face as he leaned in, not quite kissing you. "Whatever you want, Sugar."

As romantic as it was to stand on the sidewalk with him, the rain began to come down harder and had you rushing with him around the corner. “If you're still disappointed, you’ll feel much better when we eat. Antonia’s has the best food,” you said, holding out your hand in a grand gesture as you arrived. “Tada!”

Antonia's was a bit of a hole-in-the-wall kind of place. Not extraordinary on the outside, but lively and bright on the inside. The food and service were top notch. It was one of your favorite places.

“Wait, Antonia's?” he asked, a twinkle in his eyes. “This is where you’re taking me?”

“Yeah,” you replied, suddenly nervous as you faced him. Did he not like it? “Is this okay?”

“This is one of my new favorite restaurants,” he said.

No way.

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. I designed one of Antonia's tattoos. And I decided to check out the place."

He's full of surprises.

"Then you know you're in for a treat," you winked.

The hearty aroma of the restaurant filled the air as you went inside and wiped some of the rain off your dress. Antonia was speaking with the hostess as you went up to the stand. The owner was involved in virtually every part of her restaurant.

"Welcome to…" Antonia began as she looked at you, then at Bucky, then back at you. "Oh! You two… it's a date!"

Antonia looks so happy.

"Hi. And yes. We're on a date," you giggled when Bucky sheepishly smiled. It was sweet. "You wouldn't happen to have a table for two available, would you?"

Antonia put her hand over her heart and flagged down a waiter with the other. "Lover's special for these two. Go."

You exchanged a look with Bucky, who appeared just as confused as you were. "Lover's special?"

"Yes, yes. Come with me," she said, patting Bucky's cheek before she took you through the restaurant. You expected her to seat you at one of the few empty tables, but she passed them to take you to a door in the back. "Tonight is special and that means a special dinner."

Your eyes widened at the sight before you once she opened the door. There was a lone table in the middle of the room, flowers similar to the bouquet Bucky gave you sat in the center. Unlike the bright main room, the dimmed lights gave the room a romantic glow.

Perfect.

"Peter will serve you. And if you need anything, just ask, okay?" Antonia asked, putting her hand over her heart again. Were there tears in her eyes? "Two of my favorite customers. Together! Enjoy!"

You had to pause and swallow the lump in your throat once she left you alone. A restaurant owner showed more enthusiasm for your date than your mom did for anything that involved you. She likely never would.

"You okay?" Bucky asked, pulling out your chair.

"I'm fine," you replied, refusing to let the thought of your mom damper the evening. "A little chilly. I should've brought a sweater with me."

Bucky removed his blazer and put it around you, tenderness in his blue eyes as he rubbed your arms. "I can't wait to see you in my leather jacket," he said, helping you take your seat before he took his.

Oh, he's going to give me his jacket? Am I going to only wear his jacket? Fuck.

"Thank you," you said, inhaling as he rolled up one of his sleeves beneath the elbow and then the other. You reached across the table to lightly trace one of the tattoos on his right arm. "It was nice of Antonia to put us back here."

"Then why did you look so sad when she left?"

He caught that?

"She just looked so happy to see us together and I didn't expect that. It's nice that someone is rooting for us," you said, tracing your finger along his wrist before you stopped. "I'm sorry. I should've asked before I started touching."

"Don't apologize. I like your touch," he said in a low voice.

You lifted your gaze, seeing fire in his eyes that had nothing to do with the dim lighting. When he turned his hand over to hold yours, you made no move to pull away. You wished you could put your hands all over him.

"Hi! I'm Peter!" The waiter greeted as he brought water to the table. Bucky didn't let go of your hand. "I'll be taking care of you tonight."

"Only one taking care of my girl tonight is me," Bucky said. As much as you loved hearing that, you were glad he gave poor Peter a tiny smile so he could relax. "I'm kidding. It's good to see you, Peter."

"Y-You, too, Mr. Barnes. And you, Miss. You have the best cupcakes in town."

"Thanks," you smiled, quickly putting in your order before you gazed at Bucky. "So, James. Tell me more about you. How long have you been friends with Steve?"

"James is my first name. Everyone calls me Bucky," he chuckled before he shook his head. "And that punk."

You smiled softly as you listened to Bucky, not at all surprised by how easily the conversation went. Steve was his best friend since childhood and they served together before they went into business together. It was evident that he took pride in his shop and respected everyone who worked there. He carried the same affection in his tone when he spoke about his sister, Rebecca. He liked to frequent art galleries with Steve, but also enjoyed riding his bike, reading, and everything science in his spare time.

I could listen to him talk for hours.

"You know, you haven't said much about yourself," he pointed out as he set his napkin on his empty plate.

"I haven't?" You asked.

"No, you haven't and I don't want to monopolize the conversation," he said, leaning forward to give you his full attention. "I want to know more about you."

You tightened the blazer around you, unsure of what to say. "My life isn't exactly exciting," you said, wishing you could think of something clever or fun to discuss.

"Doesn't have to be exciting. I just want to know you," he said before Peter showed back up.

"Would you like to look at the desert menu?" he asked as he took your plates away.

"I think you can bring the check. We're going to skip dessert," you answered, giving Bucky an assuring smile when he frowned. "Let's go to my shop instead."

If Bucky wanted to really know you, you had to tell him more of your story. Your bakery was the only place to do it. And it would be the perfect way to end the evening.

After you left the restaurant, with Antonia asking you to come back again, Bucky drove as safely as he could to the bakery. The rain didn't let up at all. You shrieked as you struggled to get the keys out of your purse, Bucky's blazer now soaked the longer you stood there. "Why didn't I get these out when I was still in your car?!" You shouted over the downpour.

"Why didn't I bring an umbrella?!" He yelled back, putting his hands over your head as if they would protect you.

The two of you practically fell through the door once you unlocked it and shut off the alarm. "We made it," you laughed, careful not to slip on the floor. He had his arm around you just in case. Tess was right, He wouldn't let you fall. "I'll get us some towels and you have your pick of any dessert I have in the fridge."

"You have any cupcakes?" He asked.

Your breath caught in your throat when you stepped back and caught the outline of multiple tattoos through his soaked shirt. "Yeah."

"See something you like?" he smirked, running a hand through his wet hair.

Fuck me.

"I do," you said, glancing down at yourself. "But I'm freezing and I owe you dessert."

Tess might also have words if I let Bucky ravage me by the front door.

You took Bucky to the kitchen and grabbed a few towels. It wouldn't dry you off completely, but it would help. You also put on some soft music. Not to set the mood necessarily, but just in case.

"So, this is where the magic happens," Bucky said, running the towel along his exposed skin.

"It is," you said, placing your hand on the counter. "You said you wanted to know me. It starts here."

"In the kitchen?"

"In the kitchen," you repeated, going to the fridge to take a container of cupcakes out. "I used to visit my grandparents every weekend when I was growing up. My dad wasn't around and my mom said it was for family quality time, but she never stuck around. The reality was that I cramped her style and she passed me off to them because she knew they wouldn't say no."

Bucky's jaw clenched as you let him take a cupcake. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," you said, gripping the lid tightly before you closed the container. "I remember crying because I wanted to take dance classes and try and make friends. My mom said I would be a terrible dancer and that it would be a waste of time and money. A great thing for a kid to hear, right?"

"Jesus," he whispered.

It wasn't exactly the happiest conversation to have, but you wanted to show Bucky a part of you that you didn't show to most people. "My grandma wiped my tears away and brought me into her kitchen. Said she had the perfect cure for the blues. Baking. And that's what we did every weekend until I got old enough to look after myself."

"Your grandma sounds amazing," he said, carefully examining the cupcake in his hand. "And baking became your passion."

"It did. She taught me to pour love into every creation I make. And that's what Tess and I do for others. If someone is having a bad day, at least they can have a treat and feel a little better," you said, pride in your eyes as you looked around. "My grandma supported my dream, but my mom almost disowned me for wanting to run this place. It isn't good enough in her eyes."

I'm not good enough.

Bucky's nostrils flared as he set the dessert down. "Your business isn't good enough for her? What the hell? It's flourishing. I can barely find a lull to come in to get some undivided attention. And your customers love you. She should be proud of you."

His defense of you was heartwarming. "Doesn't matter how successful my business is. She wanted me to marry rich, probably so she could get money from me, but I didn't. She berated me when I broke up with Richard. No matter what I do, I'm never going to be good enough in her eyes," you told him, patting the counter with your hand. "But this makes me happy and that's enough."

"That's why you were sad that Antonia was so happy about our date, wasn't it? Because your mom either doesn't or wouldn't support it," he guessed, reaching for you and pulling you into his arms. "She'll probably hate me. I'm not rich. Covered in tattoos."

"I don't care what she thinks of you. I don't need a rich guy or fancy dates. I just want someone who can provide companionship and support. Someone who respects and cares for me," you said, wrapping your arms around him. "A good, hard-working guy like you deserves the same."

It was too soon to voice it, but Bucky was the kind of man you needed in your life. Someone you could share parts of yourself with and know he wouldn't judge. A man who made your heart race beyond lust.

A partnership.

He stared deeply into your eyes and you had no idea what was going through his head, but his gaze told you so much. How could a pair of eyes be so expressive? "You're perfect, Sugar, and more than enough. You hear me?"

Tears welled up in your eyes before you blinked them away. He sounded sincere and unashamed at his declaration. You hadn't done anything to deserve such praise. "No, I'm not," you whispered.

"You are to me. You took a chance and asked me out. Soothed me when tonight didn't go the way I thought it would," he said, gripping your chin to recapture your gaze. "And you trusted me enough to share something vulnerable with me when you didn't have to. It means everything."

"I feel like I can open up to you," you said as the two of you slowly swayed to the beat. You couldn't remember why you were nervous about your date to begin with.

"And I'll take care of you. I mean it."

I hope he knows I'll take care of him, too.

"You know," you began with a soft smile. "Our first kiss was in your shop."

"It was," he smiled.

"So I think it's only fair that we have our second kiss in my shop," you said.

"You did say you wanted a kiss to end our date," he said, bringing a hand to the back of your neck, but giving you a chance to stop him.

You didn't.

Even though you expected it, you still gasped when he molded his mouth against yours. Your heart pounded furiously in your chest, making you both eager and pliant as he licked his way across your lips. When he brushed his tongue against yours and took possession of your mouth, you mewled. Desire nearly blinded you from the taste of him.

I want more.

"I don't want our date to end," you breathed, clutching his arms to steady yourself.

"It doesn't have to," he said, resting a hand on your hip. His eyes were dark and full of want. To have him look at you that way, how could you possibly end the evening with one kiss? Why deny yourself what you both wanted?

"No, it doesn't," you agreed with a coy smile. "So. My place or yours?"

So. How do we think the evening will go? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: pure smut♡/ threesome/ dazai's a bit mean

"Fuck– donna you're such a dirty girl." Dazai cooed, his bandaged hands kneading the plush of your ass as he drilled himself into you "Heh looks like we got some company baby~ Chuuya I see you got my text."

Chuuya was standing in the doorway in obvious disbelief, hand clasping the ornate knob. "The fuck you think you're doing you bastard fucking around in my office-". Before he could finish his sentence you cut him off with a choked moan. His gaze lowered to see you bent over his desk, chest flush against the wooden surface; pretty tits almost spilling fron your tank top as you tilted your head to the side to look at him. Chuuya's breath hitched when he saw the sultry look on your face– eyes half lidded, cheeks flushed, lips raw from Dazai's kisses parting as you tried to say something but before you got the chance the man behind you started moving again. Your eyes fluttered shut and your head dropped on the desk, breaking the eye contact.

"Nuh uh bella you wanted to say something to Chuuya didn't you? C'mon speak up" cooed your boyfriend, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head up to face the redhead again. Your mouth fell into a o as you choked out another moan.

The display was filthy, aggravating Chuuya beyond belief. Only a while ago Dazai texted him that he was going to fuck you in his office but he didn't believe a word. How on earth could the detective even get into the headquarters in the first place, let alone with you?–but still there he was, doing what he said he'd do. Chuuya felt his blood boil when he saw the smug grin on his ex partner's face. Oh yea, Dazai knew that Chuuya had a little crush on you and he never wasted an opportunity to tease him; even if it meant fucking you senseless on his desk.

"Go on bella tell him what you told me today." At Dazai's request you babbled out a 'I missed you Chuu' that had the man before you weak in the knees. The brunette's assault on your sore cunt didn't stop as he spoke.

"Yea, that's right. My girl said she missed you Chuuya~ ah fuck so tight baby s-shit. She wanted to see you s-so we came by to say hi"

Chuuya was baffled, his eyes musing on your figure. You missed him? Sure, the two of you got along quite well. You were on friendly terms– sometimes going out for a glass of wine or some coffee after work– but he never expected you to actually miss him. And watching you bent over his desk, back curved into a perfect arch as your boyfriend kept pounding you sure had an effect on him. God, how he wished he could be in Dazai's place for just one night, to have you all to himself and show you just how much he cared for you.

As if reading his thoughts, Dazai's grin widened. His hips slowed down, now flush against your ass, making you whine. "Say, Chuuya. My girl's been running her mouth a lot today. Think you can keep it occupied for a moment?"

Chuuya's fists clenched in anticipation. The brunette's words only made his erection worse. "You smug bastard..." he mumbled under his breath, looking down at you for some sort of confirmation.

You gave him a small nod, your gaze taking in the tent in his pants as you sheepishly licked your lips. Now, Chuuya couldn't possibly say no to that. He hastly unbuckled his belt and let it fall to the ground with a clink, pulling down his fly before positioning himself in front of you.

"You sure it's alright?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. You nodded again, giving him that sweet smile of yours as you hooked a finger under the wristband of his pants. Eager, you were so so eager and he was more than happy to indulge you. Chuuya pulled his suit pants and slacks down to reveal his leaking cock. Without wasting a second you lolled out your tongue, licking a stripe from the understide of his dick to the tip. "Shiit–" he hissed, one of his gloved hands coming to rest on the crown of your head, pushing himself deeper into your mouth with a groan. "Damn baby pretty mouth's gonna milk me dry~ so fucking good yeaa". You bobbed your head and hollowed your cheeks as your tongue darted around his sensitive tip, earning another choked moan from him.

From behind you Dazai clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Don't get too comfortable, you two" he said sharply, suddenly resuming his previous pace. The intensity of his thrusts had you moaning on Chuuya's cock, sending the redhead straight to heaven and back. His grip on your hair tightened–nails lightly grazing your scalp as he began pushing your head up and down his length. His tip hit the back of your throat each time he thrusted into your mouth making you gag in protest.

Dazai smirked, raising one of his hands to land a harsh slap on your ass. "Look at you, 'donna. Choking on another's man cock shiit– one just ain't enough for you is it? You greedy girl..." he purred, running his bandaged hand over the red mark "Ya know what happens to greedy girls, r-right?". He picked up the pace, further abusing your sweet spot. Dazai hissed when he felt your walls clamping down on him, squeezing him in all the right places.

Your were whoozy, completely drunk on the pleasure the two men were granting you. Due to Chuuya desperately chasing his high it was getting more and more difficult to breathe. Not that you cared anyway. It felt too good and frankly you were too far gone– after all Dazai's been teasing and edging you for more than half an hour now. The tight knot in your stomach snapped, your walls spasming around Dazai's dick as you came.

With one last deep thrust Dazai released his load inside your hole, stuffing you full with his creamy cum. "Oh fuck bella y-yea~ that's it. God you feel so good pretty girl-"

Chuuya gazed down at your face with half lidded eyes, watching you ride out your high. His hips bucked further into your mouth earning a low whine from you "Baby 'm close too h-haa" he babbled out, his breath catching in his throat. All you could do was hum in approval, allowing him to use your mouth to reach his high. Soon after Chuuya came too, spilling his seed down your throat. His choked breathing eventually simmered down and he removed himself from your mouth– his cock coated in stick cum and your saliva leaking onto his pants. You swallowed eagerly, opening your mouth for him.

"I didn't even tell you to swallow..." sighed Chuuya, tracing your lips with his thumb. You pursed your lips, kissing his the pad of his finger and oh how the gesture soothed the man's soul.

Before you got a change to say something Dazai chimed in "Well, what can I say? I taught her well" . You glanced back at him, obviosuly infuriated by his comment but he only chuckled in response. "Sorry darling. You're just too cute sometimes I can't help it." Steadily, he pulled out of you, gathering the sweet mix of your juices that dripped out of your pretty cunt with two fingers and bringing it to his lips. "Ya taste as good as always baby."

After all of you got dressed you stood in mild awkward silence– mostly on Chuuya's part. He watched Dazai as he pampered you with kisses, whispering hushed nothings in your ear as he placed the papers on his desk back in order. The whole situation was strange to say the least, still it was something he could get used to. Not too long after you giggled, taking a seat on the leather chair behind the desk as you opened your phone. "So... you guys wanna order some takeout or something? I could eat some Chinese food."

[ssentimentals]

Can you please do Jeonghan with hurt prompt(17)?i don't usually request but I just loved your previous works!!

hello! oh, i'm very honored <3 thank you for requesting and hopefully you will like it!💜

hurt prompt: 'i thought you were dead.'

when you come back home and see jeonghan's pair of sneakers next to yours, you freeze. you have to do a double check, closing the door and crouching on the doorstep, checking if these are really his. and they are, they belong to the very same man who comes over to greet you. the audacity, my god. you slowly stand up; part of you is immensely relieved to see him in one piece and another part wants to be the one to crush him. 'well, hello. i thought you were dead.'

jeonghan, at least, has the decency to look ashamed. 'a bit dramatic, no?'

you can tell that he wants to go for a joke, but unfortunately, you're not in the mood. 'is it? you went fully mia. jeonghan, check your phone and tell me how many missed calls and texts you have from me.'

once jeonghan realizes that this conversation won't go the way he wanted, he tenses up. he knows he fucked up, he knows but after everything he just hopes for... acceptance? forgiveness? anything other than your cold stare. 'i needed some time alone.'

'which would've been freely given to you if only you first told me about it. but instead you did what you did with zero regards to everyone else, to me. and now you waltz back and.. what? why are you looking at me like that? do you seriously expect me to not be angry?'

'i didn't come back to listen to all of this, that's for damn sure.' jeonghan bites back. he regrets the words instantly, the second they dawn on you and your expression hardens even more. 'wait, not like that. i meant-'

'i know exactly what you meant.' you cut him off, trembling with anger. 'apologies, but i cannot offer you anything else.' you open the door and move to the side. 'get out.'

jeonghan sighs. 'babe, listen-'

'get.out.' your tone is clipped and you open the door wider, letting cold wind from the entrance swish past. 'don't make it harder. just get out, jeonghan.'

he knows this finality of your tone. he wishes he didn't, but he knows. that's why without saying anything, he grabs his things and moves towards the door. silence stretches between you two, while he puts on his sneakers. for a second it looked like jeonghan is about to say something that can save this, but then he turns and walks away. door after him closes with a sound click. you stay frozen for few moments, taking in what happened. sob wrecks your body but you fight if off. slowly, you finally take off your shoes and coat. slowly, you go inside, sitting on the sofa and finally letting it all out, crying for yourself, for jeonghan and for what you two had which is now lost.

a/n: request your own here! <3 - nini

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‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 56 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | all lessons | season 3 | lesson 55.1 | lesson 55.2 | lesson 56.2 | lesson 57.1 | lesson 57.2

giving us a tiny bit of romance at the very last second huh (yes i'm bitter leave me alone)

but WHY did raphael up and poof us to babel (if he's the one that did it at all)

and how is any of this, along with the rest of the loose plot ends, gonna get resolved in the next 4 lessons 🤠 cutting the in-game series off at this point feels like a slap in the fact and is part of the reason i haven't posted/read anything until now

that and finals season...sigh

oh i'm so sad

isn't babel's whole thing that you get one wish granted ??

did raphael wish to see the brothers and simeon in their angel forms one last time bc he knows he'll never see them like that again ??? bc simeon was the last connection to his past and now he's losing him like he lost the brothers ???? i'm gonna be sick

his will and longing for the past was so strong that it caused them to come to babel in his sleep...I'M SICK

ok or maybe i'm being overly sentimental. but i feel like the only person with enough power to do smth like this to raphael would be god himself or michael

maybe michael wanted to help raphael and sent him to babel to fulfill a wish bc he knows what's been bothering him ?? or maybe i'm giving him too much grace. idk. i'm still iffy about that man

now...he knows as well as we do that there's NO CHANCE in simeon being forgiven by their father

i truly truly truly hope the devs don't retcon simeon's fall from grace bc i loved that part of his development and what we've seen from him as a result. learning how to be a human only to have it be flipped on the head as he slowly turns to a demon is such an interesting concept and shouldn't be thrown away this late in the story. especially considering the fact that we have 4 lessons left after this and then we're done for good

solmare if you love me do NOT pull that shit

reading this kinda made the realization sink in. like we're not getting any in-game content after this

we don't get to see luke grow up anymore despite them building up his character so much this season

we won't get to see how any of the characters' dynamics with each other play into whatever chaos they're thrown into

we might not even get in-person stuff given the fact that a good amount of the fanbase isn't in japan

i'm so sad y'all. like truly. i've been playing this game since the week before covid lockdown and now it feels like it's going away for good. and i really don't want the fandom to die off like other fandoms i've been in

...the disappointment that coursed through my veins when i saw solomon

like sol baby i love you but not rn

the voiceline didn't even fucking SOUND LIKE HIM why would they fake me out like this

can't they at LEAST give us a michael design before the game stops updating. like nbs they've been talking about him since the first game and have yet to give us more than a 2 second long TEXT CHAIN

the dialogue after was funny asl i can't lie

what is going awn. like is his wish too strong to be fulfilled, or is his mental stability linked to babel or smth ?? ik he was supposed to be the one at the gate controlling who could and couldn't enter earlier in the season but what does that have to do with what's happening rn ????

oh they love pissing me off. why was this part of the lesson literally 2 seconds long. i'm tired of cliffhangers like actually

can they pull an early april fools and extend the game's run. i'm begging atp. like genuinely

[starzshopoflove]

Can I get ghost comfort for someone who doesn't eat because of anxiety?

omg i love this ask so much since i also have bad ass anxiety that beats on me till my meds kick in. Just gonna base this off my own kind behavior with food and eating since i have my own issues too so let me know if this is good or not!!

Notes: no warning, fluff, comfort no hurt, gn!reader

I feel like ghost wouldnt understand it at first and just think your skipping meals or not hungry. So he'd probably be a little pushy at first asking if you've had a snack or not when your together or he'll send you a text randomly in the day if you've eaten or not

But when he starts to notice how you clam up when he asks about it after the first few times he'll shut up and try to watch you a bit to see what's making you not eat. He'll start seeing how sometimes when you're on a date or just at the bookshop for lunch you might pick at your food but not really eat any of it, or how you might only eat some parts of your sandwich and leave the bread off it, sometimes you'll just not eat with him and just be there talking.

When he does finally ask you about it he tries really hard to approach it sensitively since your kinda like a skittish cat in a corner when he has asked before. So you'd be in his flat laying on his couch together and he's keeping you all warm with an arm around your waist rubbing some soothing circles so you stay relaxed while watching whatever show he let you pick.

"Dove"

"Mhm?"

"Do you not like gettin' lunch with me?"

You might freeze up on him and not talk for a moment mulling over if you really wanna tell him or not, you dont usually like talking about it. Whenever you have before people just started teetering around eating with you or acted like you had some sort of issue, treated you like you were just different.

"I like getting lunch with you Si, love getting to spend time with you"

"Yeah but you never eat anythin' with me"

You really wanted to dance around this topic some more but he just felt so warm and smelled so good you were already fused onto the couch at this point. You felt safe with him, like he wasn't going to judge you for trying to be honest with him. The way he let you slot yourself next to him tracing patterns on your skin made your blood a little warmer and your head a little fuzzy

So you finally let yourself spill out your issues hands playing with a strand of your hair that was in your face so you couldn't focus on if he was judging you or not trying not to stumble over your words

"Its not that i don't like eating with you Si, just sometimes when I'm out n I know people can see me eating makes me feel like I'm being watched and all i can think about is how loud im chewing or If i look weird when I'm eating. Then when i start thinking about it, ts' like there's a hole in my stomach and if i try to fill it, might just come right back up. But if I do make myself eat then i have to think about how full I feel n how i can feel the weight of the food in my stomach n once i start thinkin about that i start feelin sick again"

The whole time you let out you meek confession Simon was holding you a little closer loosening his grip so you didn't feel trapped, resting his chin on your head still keeping a warm hand around you to keep you relaxed. He let you speak without cutting you off even when you paused to try to figure out what you feel and put it into words he keep comforting you with his touch and softly nudging you to keep going

"Wish you didn't feel like you had to hide this from me luv, I care about you. Never want you to feel like you're stressin' yourself out for my sake, want you to feel safe with me and tell me when something's bothering you so i can help yeah?'"

Oh my god, whole time you feel like you could cry because he's cooing to you so sweetly and holding you so close not making you feel like you're weird or different from him just because you cant eat sometimes. You might sniffle a little which would make him worried but when he sees its just you getting a little emotional he'll calm down a little and place a kiss on your cheek murmuring about how much he cares and doesn't want you to force yourself to do something you don't like.

Feel like he'd still check to see that you atleast ate something through the day, and instead of doing dates at public places he might pick up some food and you'd eat at either one of yours's flat , sometimes at the park when he knows it wont be crowded either.

Just know he'd sometimes just pick up the fork and feed you when your looking at your food weird letting you know its alright but he'd never push if you resisting too much

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god i love writing soft ghost

[lefaystrent]

Friendly Neighborhood Criminals Part 2

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Pairings: platonic Patton/Dark Sides

Summary: Patton spent most of his life praying. This is the first time anyone's answered.

In other words, the friendly neighborhood criminals are there to save the day once again.

Ao3 Link: click here

Part 1

A/N Notes: This part is entirely inspired by a comment left by DnDeceit (Hazgarn) from Ao3. Thank you for the awesome idea and hope you enjoy! If anyone else has ideas for this AU, hit me up and I may write them!

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Patton sits at the bus stop waiting for a bus that is over forty minutes late.

Miraculously, he has not run into this scenario since he moved to the city. The busses have been fairly reliable until now. They're his main mode of transportation to get to and from work. It would take a couple hours to walk otherwise. While manageable, the problem is that...

It's pitch black outside.

Patton hugs himself on the rickety bench and tries not to peer too closely into any shadowed corners. He typically doesn't take the late shift for this reason; he hates the dark. Whenever his mom got mad at him or just didn't want to look at his face, she would lock him in a closet without light. She'd tell him to pray about what he had done, to ask for forgiveness. Patton never knew what he had done in those instances, but he prayed hard and apologized for hours and told God he would be better so he didn't bother his parents so much.

The night reminds him too much of that tight space, and buying a night light for the apartment is one of the few luxuries he afforded himself.

Thankfully, a streetlight buzzed above him. Things could be much worse! His manager even apologized to him for asking him to come in on his off day! If Patton hadn't, he would have left Joan to close the store all by themself, and that would have been rough. Besides, Patton can use the extra hours! And working with Joan is always fun. They made Patton laugh and sometimes bought him snacks! And when they had locked up and walked into the parking lot earlier, they had offered to give him a ride.

Patton refused, of course! That had been far too generous, and Patton didn't want to make Joan drive him around when they were clearly tired. Patton could catch the last bus and things would be okay.

But things are not so okay, and there are no more busses scheduled until morning. If Patton left now, he would have to make the trek home. In the dark.

Just thinking about it has his throat seizing up.

Patton wishes he could be like normal people and call his family up in this situation. That his dad could give him a ride, or that he had a sibling who would speed over in a heartbeat. Or even friends.

He does have friends though! Well, one friend mostly. Her name is Valerie and they went to high school together. She moved out of Florida after graduation, so they never really see each other in person anymore. But she's always a text away and she's been so supportive of Patton moving out and cutting off his folks and–

And Patton wishes she could be here, but she's not.

Patton sits on the bench as if waiting for something to magically happen. He groans to himself and pulls out his phone. It's refurbished and a way older model, but it gets the job done just fine. Maybe he can distract himself for a bit and text her. She's probably asleep by now, but he can send her a joke or a meme–

There are new contacts in his phone that were not there before.

Patton rechecks his phone several times because surely this is an error. But no, there are three new contacts where before there had only been his best friend, store manager, and landlord.

Janus

Thing 1

Thing 2

Beyond baffled, Patton racks his brain for when the contacts could have possibly been added. It wasn't him of course, so one of his new...acquaintances must have done it. Ever since they brought him furniture and groceries, they have visited Patton again a total of twice. Each time, they brought him things from shampoo to a microwave. And then they would shove take out into his arms and order him to eat it.

It's...the most aggressive kindness Patton has ever been subjected to. And quite frankly, he doesn't know how to respond to it other than submit. Remus told him it's easier that way anyway.

Patton doesn't know what to make of the well-to-do criminals. And they are criminals, there's no doubt about it. They don't try to censor themselves around Patton. Last time, Patton listened reservedly while Remus recounted a story of lighting a dumpster on fire in order to distract some cops on their tail.

And they laughed and it wasn't at Patton. Virgil would tell Remus off when he overwhelmed Patton with gross details, and Janus– good grief could he write a novel about that man. Well, about all three of then really, but Janus had been the most aggressively kind. Patton can hardly say two words to the man because he can't figure out if he's mad at Patton, the world, or just in general. And he'd do it all while calling Patton pet names, and Virgil would grin and say, "I'm so glad someone else is getting the Janus treatment."

They aren't bad people, not really.

But can Patton call them like this? What would he say? Worse, how on earth could he ask for more of them?

Then maybe just to talk? Not Janus, the man intimidates him too much. But which one is Thing 1 and 2? Was it Janus who snuck the contacts into his phone? Surely it incriminates him if he is the only one with a proper name.

Just then, the light above him flickers and goes out, bathing him in blindness.

Patton does not panic.

He skyrockets straight to losing his mind.

The phone light is not enough to stop his hyperventilating. He stands up, ready to flee, but to where? Into the same darkness enveloping him now? There are distant lights further up the street, more store outlets, but they are fuzzy and far away and Patton's legs quake where he stands. Tears sting his eyes, and his chest squeezes tight enough to make his shoulders hunch inward.

He can't do it, he's weak.

Fumbling, he pulls up the phone and presses one of the Thing contacts. He doesn't know which one, doesn't care. What he cares about is someone saving him right now. Please open the door, he wants out, please–

"City morgue, you kill 'em, we chill 'em," a nasally voice chatters in his ear. Patton doesn't even remember hearing the phone ring or pressing the dial button.

"Remus?!" Patton says, stricken.

Remus catches onto his tone immediately. From the handful of times he has been around the man, he had only ever presented himself with a dramatic, unhinged flair. He grinned without abandon, and he honestly made Patton giggle a time or two.

Now, the gravelly tone of a dangerous man takes over. "Pat?"

"Remus," Patton pleads. He doesn't know exactly what he's begging for. He just wants to be okay now. He wants it to stop.

"Where are you, Pat?"

"B-bus stop, corner of Cherry Ridge Avenue and– and– by, I don't know, I'm by the– the State Farm office? I think. I think–"

"That's okay, Pattycake, you stay right there. I'll find you, I'm coming."

Patton keens and nods his head, though Remus can't see him. He stays on the phone with Patton too, cursing occasionally at something on the other side and rushing to ease Patton with gentle assurances whenever he whimpers into the phone too loudly.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," Remus tells him, and Patton believes him.

By the time a revving motor breaks the night, Patton has curled up against the side of the bus stop awning in a poor attempt to make himself as small as possible. He flinches when a singular headlamp spills over him, and he momentarily freaks out upon recognizing that someone is driving a motorcycle straight at him. But Remus's voice is in his ear, yelling over the roaring that it's him, that he sees him.

He's here.

Remus drives the bike right onto the sidewalk and doesn't bother pushing down the kickstand. He lets the bike list sideways to the ground as he scrambles off, one hand barely hanging onto his phone in his rush.

Seeing him is the biggest relief Patton's ever experienced. More than the day he signed the apartment lease. Because someone finally answered his prayers to save him.

Patton finds the strength to stand and barrels into Remus's chest. He meets him halfway, using the momentum to spin them and he clutches Patton against the front of his leather jacket.

"Are you hurt? Did someone hurt you? I'll fucking kill them!" Remus snarls.

Patton answers the only way he can, by breaking down into sobs. Remus can't get any details after that. He runs his hands up and down Patton's back and arms looking for injuries. When he doesn't find any, he just keeps on rubbing his back to soothe him.

"I got you, I got you. I'm not going anywhere, Pattycake."

It's rough. It's exhausting. It's tears and snot and frightened little hiccups.

It's everything to Patton that Remus holds him throughout.

When Patton is calm enough that he's only sniffling now, Remus pulls back and takes his face in his hands. Remus's hands are calloused and blisteringly warm. They contrast with the cool metal of the rings he wears.

"Want me to take you home?"

Patton can't speak, but he gives a tiny whine and nods his head, bleary-eyed and spent.

The ride back to his apartment is a blur. Remus pushes his only helmet over Patton's head and warns him multiple times not to let go of him. The leather of his jacket is a security blanket, and Patton does his best to snuggle into it. He's never rode on a motorcycle before, and he's doesn't know if it's a good or bad thing that he's not aware enough to process it. It's fast and loud, and the wind whips around them constantly. He barely keeps his eyes open and trusts Remus will get them home safe.

They pull up to his apartment quicker than he thinks possible. Remus slides off first, keeping hold of Patton's hands as he turns around in his arms. He tugs the helmet off, careful not to jostle him too badly.

"Gotta say, Pattycake, helmet hair's a good look on you." Remus is trying to make him laugh. Patton doesn't have the energy to make his facial muscles move or thank him for his kindness. The most he can do is make grabby hands at Remus.

"Oh, puffball..." Remus's expression softens. He bends down and sweeps Patton into his arms and full-on carries him to the door bridal-style. Patton knows that Remus is tall and strong, but distantly he's impressed with how easily he's lifted.

Remus nudges him and patiently waits for him to dig out his key and unlock the front door. Once inside, Remus doesn't stop in the living room. He strides to the bedroom and deposits his cargo on the mattress.

"Okay, Pat-tay. It's beddy-bye time." Remus crouches below him and tugs Patton's shoes off his feet one by one. Patton watches him silently in the glow of his nightlight plugged into the wall. After the shoes are off, he reaches up to pull Patton's glasses off. Strangely, he notes that Remus's hands are shaking. Just a little bit.

Remus covers it up with a smile and waggle of brows. "Clothes on or off?"

In response, Patton flops back on the bed. Remus chuckles and situates him more appropriately, manhandling him until he's under the sheets.

"You're gonna be okay, I swear," Remus tells him, fingers brushing the hair from his forehead. Patton sinks into the mattress, closes his eyes and drifts.

A ringing pulls him to the surface. Remus answers his phone and Patton is too content to open his eyes.

"Yeah?....Because I'm with Patton.... Because he called me.... No I will not tell you all the juicy details of our midnight tryst, what kind of gossip do you think I am?"

Patton wonders who he's talking to. Someone who knows Patton, one of the others?

"He's had a bad night," Remus says and Patton tunes back in. He missed some exchanges and Remus's tone has taken on a somber edge. "I've got him home. I'm gonna hang out with him for a while... Janny can suck it, he'd be worse than I am.... I don't know, but it was bad enough he called me. Not that I'm not an absolute gift, right?.... well you didn't have to answer that. Okay, Emotional Baggage, I'm hanging up now. Don't wait up for me."

The return to quiet pushes Patton farther under. His muscles grow lax, and Remus is doing that thing with his fingers in his hair again. Patton reaches out and pulls himself a little closer. He thinks he's holding onto a jacket sleeve. He tries to wrap himself around it.

He thinks he feels the tickle of breath at his ear, a hushed voice, "I have a feeling you're going to be the death of me. And I'm gonna like it."

Patton falls asleep.

The next morning, there's a box of donuts sitting in the middle of his bedroom floor. A notification on his phone shows he has a text.

Call me anytime ;)

–R

[callsigns-haze]

Z has something to say

So like always I was walking my dog. Side story on the green beside mine there's the same house and crap but like i just needed to say that. Every time I pass this older guy, idk maybe like 57-58, but ok that's side tracking, but we always pass each other with a nod and walk on. Today he came up to me for the first time and introduced himself.

For the first time in god knows how long (probably like 7 years ngl) I introduced myself as Zoella. Idk why I did it but I did.

But he was so nice, he asked if he could join me and my dog as we walk laps and I didn't say no. I found out so much stuff, like this guy was so interesting to listen to and funny (I'm not sexualizing this older man, you weirdos)

I know how stupid this sounds but like I found out normal life facts, such as seagulls dance and things about my estate that I never knew. He asked me what sport am I into and all that, he told me some stuff about his family and idk i just felt wowed.

A man I never knew came up to me and opened my eyes and I've been here cutting off people due to fear and other problems this shitty life contains.

I came home and my boyfriend goes that i was gone for two hours, two hours I spent talking to this man and i didn't even notice.

All I'm trying to say i guess is sorry, I haven't been active or texting anyone. Please just give me like 17 days and then I'll answer all of you as I have read nothing. I just need a bit off time due to everything that has happened on this app and in my life.

The only person i texted is @rosiahills22 because she's my internet mama and I had to grant her wishes for her stupid idea of internet adopting me.

So guys, go talk to people, interact, go see what life actually brings.

My loves Zoella

@rosiahills22 @callsign-magnolia @shanimallina87 @roosterforme @senawashere @jessicab1991 @djs8891 @hardballoonlove @kmc1989 @callsign-dexter

[randomthingsicameupwith]

yandere kenny mccormick x reader

till death do us part (part 2) (sorry if my english is bad :( and that i didnt put in kennys pov)

DISCLAIMER: YANDERES AND STALKERS ARE BAD AND I DO NOT CONDONE THEM IRL!! SMUT BTW

The bell rang, never in your life were you so grateful class started. Realizing the whole entire time during lunch 99% of it was ignoring Kenny and the other 1% was that love letter.

You couldn't help but feel drained and frustrated with the situation, wishing for some sort of escape. You wondered if Kenny could sense your reluctance in hanging out with him or if he was just blinded by his own excitement. Either way, it left you feeling conflicted and even more unsettled than before. As the students began to file back into their classrooms, you found yourself lost in thought. The more you thought about it, Mark and Kenny seem extremely against each other. 

Either it was Kenny pissed off at Mark because you keep hanging out with him or Mark being suspicious of Kenny for some reason. The weight of their presence seemed to loom over you constantly, causing anxiety and discomfort that you couldn't shake off easily.

Deep down, you knew that there were underlying issues at play - issues that perhaps went beyond simple jealousy or insecurity. It was a complicated web of emotions that needed untangling but one thing was clear: pretending everything was okay wasn't going to cut it anymore. With a heavy heart, you made your way back to class hoping for some kind of distraction from the messiness that awaited outside its walls.

3 more periods of class. You can do this.

2 more now. 

1 more.

Then finally, school’s over.

Then finally, school’s over. exiting out of class, Kenny's already waiting for you out the door. before you even had time to process, he already ripped you out of the classroom and gripping harshly on your hand and a bit too close for comfort. As you two walk, you pull away awkwardly, trying to create more space between the two of you. Kenny notices your discomfort and frowns, but neverminds it.

Reaching the school gates with no mention of Mark anywhere, you can't help but feel a twinge of guilt. You didn't tell Mark about Kenny going to your house, and that just seemed like a shitty thing to do. "Hey, can I tell Mark about this first?" you ask. As if his frown before didn't hurt enough, Kenny's expression turns into a scowl. "Alright, jus- just don't take too long." He finally lets go of his grip. You nod, feeling a sense of relief and anxiety. You grab your phone off the table, immediately trying to apologise for not telling him later.

As you text Mark, your heart races with anticipation and nervousness. you turn your head around, turning to find Mark, and you finally spot him with a girl? You couldn't quite make out who she was, but your heart sank nonetheless.

It's alright. I mean, maybe it's just a friend like you and Kenny: god, is this how Mark felt? You felt so bad, and now you're having even more second thoughts about inviting Kenny home. “Fuck isn’t that Mark?” you turned to Kenny then to Mark. “Mhm.” A fit of irrational jealousy rose within you, but you tried to suppress it as hard as you could. "Damn. You know he's hanging out with the girl who basically fucked half of the football team right?" he said. Your eyes widened in shock, you turned to Kenny, eyes still widened in shock, disgusted by his words. "What? That's not true, do-don't say things like that," you responded sharply, feeling defensive of Mark and the girl he was with. Kenny shrugs it off, but you can't shake off the feeling of unease as you continue walking towards your house.

You couldn't understand why he would say something like that, that just made you stressed out even more! you brush it off, he probably didn't mean to make you feel that way.

The way home was just like lunch. Except for the love letter flooding your thoughts, it's that girl. As you arrive at your front door, feeling relieved that at least one mess was sorted especially considering how Mark just told you everything was fine between them despite what may have been, you turn around only to find Kenny standing way too close again - something he seems to do often without noticing or caring about personal space boundaries.

You try not to flinch away from him as he leans forward and whispers into your ear, smiling "I'm glad we got some alone time today." Your heart races faster now than ever before - part confusement, part fear. "too close." you push him away. He rolls his eyes, still having that smile on his face, just a little less noticeable.

The unease inside you grows as you walk silently beside Kenny, trying to push away the negative thoughts creeping into your mind. Eventually, you arrive at your house and invite Kenny in. As soon as he steps inside, your mother immediately greets him, ignoring your siblings in a heartbeat. "Awh hi hun, didn't know you'd be here! '' she says sweetly, making you cringe internally. "You want me to whip up a snack for you? I'll be as quick as I can!" you can hear your siblings muttering about needing help but your mom shushing them. "Thank you Mrs.l/n, but I'm fine," he said politely. "Alright! Call me when you need anything. Also, me and my little munchkins are gonna leave at 5 to go to Aunt Linda’s house. We won’t go home till tomorrow alright so be careful!" your mother said joyfully.

you and Kenny finally went upstairs. "Look see, I told you your mom likes me more than your siblings," he said smugly. "yep." you said, you were too tired to argue with him. As you hang out together in your room, listening to music and chatting about nothing in particular, something feels off.

Maybe it's because of what happened earlier or maybe it's because of how close Kenny seems to be getting physically; either way, something isn't right. Kenny's words only make things worse; his casually misogynistic comments about the very same girl that you're trying to forget about leave a sour taste in your mouth. 

God you needed sleep. You forgot about your phone for a while. Your body is just unable to process anything at the moment. You grab your phone and check your notifications. Awe Mark. Mark. Shit Mark. You immediately open your phone in a panic, quickly checking Mark’s messages he sent you. 

“Alright 👍”

“Accidentally sent something to u mb”

Well that was a relief. Kinda. At least he isn’t mad. Is it bad you expected more than that? You leave a sigh of relief, finally feeling calm after what felt like years of suffering and misery. “Did you figure out who wrote it?” Kenny said suddenly, “Wrote what?” you replied. “The love letter?” At that moment you wanted to punch Kenny in the face. The feeling of peace finally came to you and it was ripped out of you. “Nope.” you said monotony, “Oh okay.” he replied back with the same tone. A few minutes of silence pass, until Kenny lets out a shocked gasp. You turn to him, he turns his phone towards you and you can’t believe your eyes.

A picture of Mark making out with that very girl. Your eyes swell up with tears. You feel your heart drop as you stare at the image on Kenny's phone. The lump in your throat makes it hard to breathe, and a wave of nausea washes over you. You can't believe what you're seeing; it feels like a betrayal, not just from Mark but from yourself for ever thinking that he might actually care about you.

As the tears spill down your cheeks, Kenny tries to offer some words of sympathy, but they fall flat. His presence only seems to magnify the pain and confusion swirling inside of you. Was any of it real? Did Mark ever have feelings for you or was he just using you as a distraction until he could be with this other girl? All these questions and more are racing through your mind as Kenny continues to babble on beside you. 

He seems almost unaware of the weight of his own words or how much they hurt. It's like he doesn't even get why this is such a big deal to you. In that moment, all the sleepiness has left your body entirely- replaced instead by an overwhelming mix of emotions: sadness, anger, disappointment...it's too much to bear all at once. Kenny sits next to you, a bit too close again but you weren't gonna say anything. You can't handle anything right now.

"Dump him already." Kenny said, those words echo in your head. He places his hand on your thigh, okay this is a bit too far. you push his hand away, he puts it back. "Kenny stop, just stop. My boyfriend's literally cheating on me, I don't want you to be treating me like the sluts you hangout with every night." your words startle him, he retracts his hand back as if he just touched something extremely hot. but he retracts his hand back, but harder onto your wrists. You try to pull away, but his grip only tightens. "Ken, let go." you sob between your words. "You deserve better then him, you know that right?" he says softly. you try and let go of his grip but he grips it even more tightly. He yanks your hand, moving you closer to him. before you had any time to process anything, he kisses you. 

As the kiss lingers on and his hand moves up to your shoulders and around your neck, he pulls away and looks at you, his eyes filled with emotion. "What the fuck Kenny!" you yell, trying to push him away with all your strength but you can't. You try to scream, hoping your family would hear you then remember they already left. "You deserve me." his hands push yours above your head, you watch knowing you can't do anything. he straddles you, his face inches away from yours. you feel trapped and scared, as he kisses you again and again. in between kisses, he would mutter something about wanting you, about how Mark is a dick who should kill himself. 

Tears roll down your eyes, "I've always wanted you." he mutters. "I could've had you. i did everything for you" you feel sick to your stomach, realizing that he's been harboring these feelings for you all along. he kisses you again, drunken with lust and love, "Mark just had to ruin everything, but now i can finally have you." you sob, why is this happening to you? "why are you doing this?!" you muster up. he smiles, the same smile that would always make your day. not anymore. "Cause I love you, and i know, i know! you love me too. deep down." You shake your head, tears streaming down your face. wanting to just go back in time, to before any of this happened. "I'll tell everyone about this! everyone!" you say, hoping this will scare him somehow. but instead, kenny just giggles, "sure sweetheart." saying sarcastically. You feel helpless, trapped under his weight and his hold on you. As you lay there, listening to Kenny's words, a knot forms in your stomach. You feel as though the walls are closing in on you.  

"Take your clothes off," he said. You sit there dumbfounded, and he finally lets your hands go. You swear there are bruises on there from how hard he held them. You slap him in anger; Kenny winces in pain, "Ouch." You look in fear at what he was going to do next. "I’ll just take them off for you." He rips your shirt off, revealing your bra. You sob even more. Your breathing gets crazy; you're hyperventilating like never before. He caresses your face, saying, "Shh, shh, it’s alright, darling. Deep breaths." He smiles. Is he really comforting me when he’s trying to violate me? Weirdly, you listen to him. Trying to calm yourself down “Okay, now I'm going to take those off. Stay still, please." He unclips your bra, and they fall right off your shoulders. Your senses were overpowered by a panic reaction. You frantically mustered your power and pushed against his chest, pushing him just slightly. He grabbed your hands again with one hand, but instead of pinning them above your hand, he put them on your lap, removing your bra.

“God they look perfect.” you felt his length tighten against you, he gaped in admiration, astounded by your gorgeous figure. He pulls out something from the pocket of his orange parka, a gun..? “Don’t fight back please.”’ he warns, before letting your hands go. You sit there in fear, he puts it back in his pocket. His fingers massaged your breasts, grabbing both of your nipples and forcing you to bite your lower lip. He held one breast in his palm, gently squeezing it, while his other hand brushed your hair away from your face. Your hands squeeze against your bed. "S-stop!" You shouted out, but it sounded out as a moan. You hated it, but your hips began to press on Kenny's hard cock. As he teased your clothed nipples again, the tears streamed down your cheeks. You tried so hard to keep your moans to yourself, but all it did was force Kenny try harder to take in your wonderful moans of ecstasy. “Don’t look at mm-” 

He moved in to kiss your breasts, his tongue running over your boobs before working its way to your nipple, giving it a delicate sucking. "K-Kenny-!" You moaned out, and Kenny smirked as your moans became louder. He sucked your firm nipples as his other hand gripped your other boob, his thumb flicking painfully slowly across your nipple. You moved your head away from him as he leaned down to kiss your lips, but he gripped your cheek and pushed you to look into his ocean eyes. His lips touched yours, gently kissing you. 

Your pussy began to pulse, and you felt more cum build up. Your body craved more of him. His thumb caressed your clothed clit, and Kenny could only hear your moans as you fought against it. It felt wonderful having your most pussy tormented in this way, but you craved more.

When he saw your swollen, moist pussy, he pulled down your pants then your underwear, licked his lips. His fingers stroked you, eventually slipping in and gliding beyond your G-spot, causing you to moan. He aimlessly stroked over that area with the friction driving you insane. You were getting close that you clenched around his warm fingertips inside of you.

"I know you're getting close. It's all right, you can cum." As you slipped into a profound orgasm, more of your liquid spilled onto Kenny's fingers, a wave of ecstasy rushed over you. The wave died down  after the tremendous orgasm, and you breathed, returning to reality. You were disgusted that your body had allowed you to succumb to the pleasure.

You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself. He sits beside you, hugging you. Caressing your face gently, “I love you, so so much.” he mutters, “I hate you.“ you reply. He only hums in return, as you think your tears are coming to an end, you cry even more. He tries to comfort you, but that won’t undo what he did to you. In that moment, all you can think about is how much trust has been broken and how deep the hurt runs. "I'm gonna get a tissue, okay? don't even fucking think of running away." as he left the room, you cried like you never did before. tears pouring out like crazy.

You feel like you're drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to process everything that's happening. Your mind is racing, trying to make sense of it all but nothing seems to add up. The pain feels so real; it's like a physical ache in your chest that won't go away no matter how hard you try. You start to question everything that led you here, why did you even invite Kenny in the first place? 

He comes back with the tissues, he cleans up the mess you made comforting you as he cleans it up. “You wrote the love letter?” you ask, sniffling in between your words. “Mhm.” he replies. You shake your head in disbelief. As his words sink in, your mind goes back to that day when you received the letter. You remember the feeling of being noticed when you read it. Even though the whole time you were anxious it was a prank; it was like a dream come true, finally someone who saw something special in you that wasn't just Mark or Kenny.

As Kenny continues to hold you close, his embrace feels suffocating instead of comforting. Your mind is still trying to make sense of everything but it's too much at once; too many emotions fighting against each other for control inside your head. Eventually, tiredness takes over and your eyes start drooping again but this time not because of fatigue alone. It's also because of the mental exhaustion brought on by these endless thoughts and emotions running rampant through your brain. As sleep begins to overtake you once more, one thing becomes clear - Things will never be the same between you and Kenny again no matter how hard either one tries to fix it. You're hoping that when you wake up this is all a dream.

[honnojis]

hello Zumi have you ever tried competitive Pokémon on smogon?

Nop, never really was my thing. I used to play on showdown, sure, but it'd usually be random battles or hackmons. Actual competitive play stressed me out a bit too much, and I had a really terrible experience when i tried getting into it a bit more by applying for a spot as a leader for an online league, so I've just never bothered since.

Shoutout to Bibs for being a homie w/ hackmons/random battles tho. that shit was fun and i miss it sometimes

For the drama bit, I'll just put it under the cut bc no one really needs to see a wall of text ab me getting salty about it again but wow i sure still think about it sometimes. this was all skype era shit btw, but it's arguably one of the very few things that literally had me seething, which is why I've never bothered with anything comp related since

Funnily enough, the drama wasn't even related to the actual competitive aspect of the whole league that I was supposed to be a part of -- it was bc someone on the league's board committee was awfully petty and two-faced LOL… All bc they didn't like I was potentially going to overshadow their work.

I actually knew them well before this. They were pretty friendly towards me at first, and they initially approached me because wanted to learn how to do pixel art better, so I taught them! They acted really grateful when I gave them advice, and hell, they even did some sprites for Rejuvenation at the time as it was at a time that I was extremely busy with school.

Now fast forward a bit, and a group of ppl from the same community set up an online Showdown league, with leaders for each type. That person was on the board committee, but some other members of the board committee were going behind their back in order to actually recruit me for the league as a leader. I passed the tryouts, and got into the group.

Kicker is, the reason why they went behind the person's back, is bc apparently That Person(TM) was absolutely adamant about not wanting me on the team!

The reason for that?

They didn't want me there so I couldn't get a chance to do any art for the league, because they were afraid they'd get overshadowed by me.

This sounds like bragging, and god i fucking WISH I was kidding in that regard, but I'm completely serious 💀 Apparently ANOTHER league wanted my assistance for sprites, but because That Person(TM) was already on the team, they started throwing a shitfit about how they absolutely could NOT work together with me without wanting to give a real reason, they just kept insisting that they absolutely couldn't. The chatlogs of these moments were sent to me after a group of ppl who were getting aggression aimed at them from the person.

I kinda pieced things together because they were sucking up to me for art advice until they learned what they needed, then I lost contact with them until I got drafted for the league, after which they just... Wanted to chew me out instead, lol. despite never having done anything to prompt such hatred. all i did was help and be nice. and after seeing the logs it kinda clicked in my head that that's what was going on.

funnily enough this all happened around the time they were sucking up to jan bc they were asked to do some work for rejuv, but that shit fell through real quick once jan got the logs of all the shit they've been saying lmao

A whole bunch of shit happened after that, but basically I left the league, some ppl left bc I left, other members got fed up w/ That Person(TM)'s shit and the whole league crumbled before it ever got the chance to take off LOL.

It's genuinely one of the worst feelings I've ever experienced that someone abused my trust in a person like that, only using me for my skills, and it actually gave me some trust issues for a few years whenever people asked me for art advice!

i had a whole document of bullshit that this person pulled. i still actually have it somewhere, and frankly i probably should just delete it at some point bc it has no use and i haven't seen this person around in a long time bc they basically got chased out of the community for being a shithead. in my defense for that document though, the fact that a person drove me to get so mad that i started collecting receipts on them kinda tells how hurt i got about this whole situation. to say they were an awful person not only just to me but to a lot of my friends as well is an understatement

[b4n3n4]

I've vented a bit on a public server, I shouldn't have done that, but ill vent here, this is not in any shape, or form praise to my awful ex crushes, I hope those 3 actually get tortured for Infinity in hell, especially you, you know who you are, and I know you still stalk this page.

Sometimes i miss when i was at my "lowest" objectively I guess, mentally I felt happier somehow, kind of go lucky feeling, if nothing matters nothing can hurt you, I've never talked about the boys I've liked before on this page, they were 3.

I can say my first crush was probably who made me this way, he was cold with everyone, rude, misogynistic and violent, that was the first boy I've ever liked at 12, he was different, never met anyone like him before, other seemed like cowards, unable to be authentically themselves, he introduced me to gore when I was 12, way before I even knew porn was a thing, I started to cut myself around that age, he would always ask me to see, to touch the cuts, I felt like he understood me, what I wanted to say or do he said and did, when I didn't like someone I would keep it to myself, but he would be as ruthless as he wanted, pure neutrality, I fell in love quickly, would spend whole classes looking at him, how smart he was, how charismatic, well now I can see he was just a sociopath literally but at the time he was like God to me, ill never forget his smirks when I would show him my cuts or the big smile I gave him when he fell down while playing fight with a friend and made a huge scratch in his whole stomach, showing me it proudly.

i spent a year madly in love with him and lost about 14 kgs although I couldn't diet at home, I would just start to purge my food at home and fast during school, one day I discovered that although we never dated he was using me as rebound, and somehow the love broke off that day, I had nightmares with him for about 5 years after

2 years later i met my irl ex, quiet kid in class that one day said some stupid misogynistic joke and I laughed and we bonded, showed me theync, would say I was disgusting for not being as good as him in class, basically an incel when I met him but that was the part I liked, once he started to become softer with me I lost interest quickly but we stayed together as I was waiting for him to change to his before self, we broke up because he would go through my messages, make me give my phone every time we were together etc, I hate insecure men, we were together for 4 years and during all those years I would have nightmares with the first boy.

WORST ONE SO FAR, so, as im a fucking loser and don't have friends I was searching for servers on 4chan and found one lmao, owner dms me saying he wants to kill me and he's the only dude I replied to in months, lies to me, never shows his face, uses me for my body, blackmails me, etc, but somehow because I was lonely and thought I was gonna km I let that slide for a year, also I liked how fucked up he was, then he turns too nonchalant and soft for my liking, teenage girl kinda texts and I ask to break up, we fought ALOT before also, I seriously he khs because every day I find out more lies, like sending fake plushie pic (saying he got them for me) then finding those pics in a 2016 website, ALSO said he sent fake pics the first time but then that they were real the second time (gaslight and lies because they weren't) calling me insane and obsessive for not believing him, erm okay, hope you die

WELL long rant but yes during those 3 boys I relapsed, in self-harm and gore, and also lost weight with every one of them, my boyfriend who is the sweetest kindest soul on earth, and although I thought I would be interested in him at the beginning because of his scary appearance turns out I can love someone who treats me well, but sometimes I wish I was as strong as before, I feel like nowadays everything is too easy on me and I've become too soft, its been like 3 weeks without cutting and I miss it often, I miss feeling so grossed out by everyone I would hide myself in the bathroom watching gore, I miss not caring for tomorrow or what happens to me since I knew I was going to die soon, I miss it, why am I so soft nowadays, I'm supposed to feel happy I am "getting better" but feels like my destructive mindset before actually made me happier

[resi4skz]

CHAPTER 8

Pairing: idol!Chan x Rebecca Greywood (OC)

Warnings: none for this chapter

This is purely fiction!

Cover by: @3rachasdomesticbanana

The next day, I woke up a bit early because I wanted to make some pastries for the boys as an apology for yesterday night. As I got everything ready, I cut up some veggies to put in the mixture for the pastries. I decided to make sweet and savory since they would like both. After wrapping the pastries, I put them on a baking tray and popped them in the oven to cook. For the sweet, I decided on a banana chocolate bread.

As I was cutting the bananas, my phone vibrated. I smile as I see it's a text from Chan.

C: morning~ hope you had good sleep?

R: morning. yes I did. i hope you did as well.

C: you know me, insomnia never leaves me. But i got some.

R: :( you really should get at least 8hrs of sleep

C: i wish but i couldnt really concentrate on work last night. all i could think about was you

My eyes widen and I freeze at the spot. Holy....why does this man make my heart race? WHY IS HE EVEN SAYING SUCH THINGS?

R: me?

C: you remind me a lot of my younger self.

R: oh? Well, glad to be of service (:

C: lol, funny

Smiling, I put my phone down and finish up in the kitchen, wrapping everything nicely. "Did you bake?" Luna asks walking in the kitchen, her curly hair all over her face.

"Whoa!" I say, surprised. "What happened?" I point to her head.

"What?" She says and touches her head. "Oh. This. Yeah, I passed out before I could even do my hair. This is gonna be a pain to do."

"Good luck," I give her thumbs up.

"Yeah well, you're lucky you don't have to deal with this mess." She goes back in her room while I go into the bathroom to take a shower.

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I'm the first one to get into work which was a relief since I could put the food in the company's fridgr. It was big enough that the extras even fit but for some reason, I took one bag with me. Today they had pre-recordings to do until evening so I had to make sure the makeup on Chan lasted till then. When I got in the makeup room, it was empty and dark. I couldn't find the light switch and carefully stepped towards the darkness, squinting for my eyes to get adjusted. "Dammit, who turns the light off at this time?" My eyes started adjusting to the dark as I touch the wall, my fingers finally finding the switch. Thank god.

I feel a hand reach for me, I squeaked as my hand turned on the switch before landing on what felt like a body. I open my eyes to be met with sleeping bare faced Chan. My eyes widen as I try not to panic. His arms tighten around me more. Is he really sleeping? His even deep breathing suggested otherwise. I took this moment to admire his facial features. His eyelashes were long, forever a girl's dream. And his nose, it may be big but it made him look just as handome. As my eyes land on his lips, my breath hitches in my throat. His luscious full lips. Without waking him, I move my hand and my fingers hover over his lips. As I'm about to touch them, he opens his eyes slightly and gives me a sleepy smile. "Hi." His voice thick from sleep but then his eyes pop open widely and scrambles to sit, pushing me down to the floor. "What the...?"

"Ow." I wince rubbing my buttcheeks.

"Ah, mian! Gwenchana?" He asks, reaching his hand out for me to stand.

I take his hand, standing up swiftly. "Do you always sleep in the dark in the makeup room?"

"Sorry," he laugh nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. And boy, I wanted to take his picture because he looked absolutely adorable.

Wait a minute. Did I just say he's adorable?

"I don't normally do this but I got here early to work on some songs and got tired. I didn't know where to go so I opted for this room since it doesn't get used often at this time of day."

"I see." I say, wiping my hands on my jeans and bend down to pick up the bag with the pastries in it. I hand it over to him. "For you."

"For me?" His eyes light up and oh my word, the dimples.

"As a thank you, for yesterday," I reply. "I also made some for the others, thought I'd give it to them when you guys practice."

"Thanks."

I turn around and walk towards my station. "You're welcome." But when I turn around, he's already got one out of the bag and is about to bite into it. "Ah, you don't have to eat right now..." He takes a bite and chews.

His eyes light up as he takes another bite. "This is delicious!"

"Really?" I ask.

"Yeah," he replies as he looks at me and I laugh. "What?"

"You have...," I do a circular motion on the side of my mouth.

"Oh, here?" He wipes the wrong side.

"No, it's the other side," I reply as I watch him wipe the other side but it doesn't get wiped off completely. Taking out a tissue out of my bag as I walk over to him, I raise my hand and wipe the corner of his mouth. My eyes land on his and I suddenly realize the close proximity we're in as he stares right back at me. My breath hitches in my throat when he raises his arm and tucks a hair strand behind my ear. He smiles, a soft and tender smile that makes my insides all warm and fuzzy.

The door opens and I jump back, walking back to my station. Get a hold of yourself, Becca. This is no time for me to be like this. "Oh, noona is here?" Han says.

"Hi, Hannie," I smile at him and when I glance back at Chan, he's inhaled the pastries and gives me a thumbs up. I smile back as a thank you.

"Noona, are you okay? You ran out yesterday and left," Felix says as he sits by Han.

"Ah, yes. About that," I say as I bow. "I'm extremely sorry about running out on you guys yesterday. It was something personal I had to deal with." I glance at Chan but I continue. "I felt really bad for not saying anything."

I glance at them for a minute before Hannie walks over to me and gives me a side hug, catching me off guard. "It's okay. As long as you're fine."

"Oh, thank you." Right on cue, the staff walks in and everyone gets busy doing their roles. When Chan sits in his chair, I prep his skin since today is going to be a long day for him. "How was that? Did I do good?"

"Baby steps, babygirl," he says. I pause at the nickname. Babygirl? Isn't that something you call your significant other? So why is he calling me that?

"Everyone! Let's pick up the pace!" Yunji announces.

I shake off the urge to ask him about the nickname as I finish the makeup. Once done, he goes to get mic checked before they all have to go for the first pre-recording. I waited till they were done and when they came back, we all packed up and went to the dance shoots. The place was huge yet small enough for the staff and the boys to be in it. And once the shoot started, we didn't stop till the director gave us the green light.

It was pretty late out but the boys still managed to get back to the company for dance practice, despite their hectic schedules. I took this opportunity to grab the bag with the food I made from the fridge and head down to the practice room. As I approach the door, I could hear music coming from inside. Opening the door, I'm met with the boys dancing in front of a big mirror but they stop when they see me walk in.

"Noona!" Hyunjin calls out. The boys gather around me, looking worried.

"Hi, guys," I say as I raise the bag in front of them. "I bought goodies for everyone as an apology for yesterday. I'm sorry I left without saying anything." I take out one pastry and hand it to Hyunjin. "I hope you all can forgive me." Han takes the bag and peers inside and hands out the pastries among them.

"Did you make these?" Felix asks, taking a bite.

"Yes."

Everyone stops and looks at me. I glance at Chan who's smiling at the boys. "It's okay. I ate them in the morning. It's really good."

I watch as they all take a bite, waiting for a reaction. But when they keep taking bites, relief washes over me. I watch as Chan helps himself to some. "Jeongmal mas-iss-eo!" Changbin says.

"This is by far the best pasty I have eaten," Felix says. Everyone gives me a thumbs up and I smile at them.

"Thank you," I reply. My eyes catch Chan who's giving me thumbs up, winking at me. I guess not everything is bad in life.

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As I'm walking towards the exit to leave for the night, I hear my name from behind me. Turning around I see Chan running towards me. I wonder what he wants? "Chan, is everything okay?"

"Yes. The boys want to know when your birthday is."

"Huh?" I blink at the question. "It's October 5th."

"Seriously?" He asks and I nod. "Huh."

"What?"

"Nothing. Have a good rest of your night." He winks at me before running back inside.

What was all that about? Shaking off the feeling, I walk out.

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It's August 9th of 2020. The weather outside is humid and very hot. Thank god for having air conditioners in my apartment. It's Changbin's birthday in two days. I wanted to get him but didn't know what. I know that he recently has been getting a lot into fitness more. Maybe something gym related?

The guys were busy with their upcoming album. I didn't know what the name of it was yet. But I did know that they were working extra hard. And I was proud of them, despite the hate they were getting. I always told them to reach their goals and the results will be their answers. It's funny how 8 strangers become your friends in such a short time. I was glad in a way because I felt like I had brothers. Except for maybe one member?

I wouldn't say him and I have gotten closer but we have been texting a lot. He's made me forget all the pain that I had been feeling months ago. He's also been motivating me to do my best. It's like he's become my safe space, just like Chan's room that he does every Sunday. I looked forward to them and that 1hr+ was enough fuel for me to get through the following week.

I pick my phone and click on his name, typing out a message.

R: hey. would you happen to know what binnie likes?

C: likes? As in?

R: as in what he likes. i wanna get him a birthday gift.

C: anything gym related but im sure he'll appreciate whatever you give him any way.

R: thanks!

C: should we all accept gifts from you on our birthday?

R: maybe (;

C: im shaking my head. you should know i dont like celebrating mine

R: i wont ask why but im curious to know

C: eh, i've always been like this. i prefer it just be like any other regular day.

R: ne ne uri leader-nim~

C: yah...

I giggle at his text. I've come to find out that Chan has a cute side to him even though he doesn't show it. It was adorable in a way.

R: Chan....

C: mwoh?

R: can i ask you something?

C: depends on what you're asking

I chew my bottom lip, contemplating if I should ask him or not. I had been itching to dance. My phone rings, snapping me out of my thoughts. "What the fu..." I say as his name pops up on the screen.

"Hello?"

"You took too long to ask," he says.

I roll my eyes. "I don't know if I should ask."

"Becca, just spit it out."

"I want to borrow the dance room for a few hours." I hold my breath for his reply.

He chuckles. "Okay. I'll text you the time and date for the next time we're practicing."

"Wait, why are you not asking me why?"

"It's not my place to ask. If you wanted to tell me, you would've by now," he replies. The more he shows me this side of him, the more I feel closer to him. "I'll text you the day and time."

"Thank you!" I smile. But that soon turns into a frown. "Wait, you mean you're all going to watch me dance?"

"Or dance with you. Whichever you prefer," he replies.

Jesus. Never in a million years I would have thought that I would dance with them. "Okay. Thank you, Channie."

"You're welcome, babygirl. I have to go though. See ya."

There's that nickname again. My stomach did a somersault when he said it. I stare at my phone, totally shocked that I don't even realize Luna has walked in my room. "Boy trouble?"

I shriek, dropping my phone on my table. "What the fuck, Luna?" I put a hand over my heart, calming myself.

"Whoa," she puts her hands up. "I knocked but you didn't answer."

"Oh. Sorry, I was busy."

"With who?" She asks, wigglng her eyebrows.

I giver her a look and she puts her hands up again as she slowly walks out, closing the door behind her. Sighing, I lay down on my bed and stare at the ceiling. Would the old me have even thought that the future me would be here today? Not a chance. I love where I am today. I love my work and my life right now. I don't think I would change anything about it.

I open the message app and click on Chan's name. I smile at our messages with each other. He has really been very helpful for the past few months. He has been very patient with me which I didn't mind actually because it had put me in ease at work, even with him and the others. When I reach the end, I smile once more but as I'm about to put my phone on the side table, I see the three dots pop up.

C: what's your favorite ice cream flavor?

R: strawberry and chocolate. Why?

C: flowers?

R: lillies

C: color?

R: what is this, 20 questions?

C: something like that. Fav color?

R: blue and black

C: i figured for you to be a pink type of woman. fav weather?

R: autumn because it's the best weather for a coffee date

C: fav coffee drink?

R: vanilla latte

C: fav book? Food? Game?

R: pride and prejudice. Meat, preferably bbq and as for games, hmm. Thats a tough one but anything goes as long as I'm having fun

C: fav stray kids song?

R: miroh and god's menu

C: and fav stray kids member?

What the.....he did not just ask that. How the heck am I supposed to choose?

R: all eight

C: good answer

R: really, chan? I feel like im being attacked

C: oh come on, babygirl. I'm just getting to know ya

R: ......

C: ;)

Why is this man a huge menace? And why does he make my heart race? And why does he keep calling me that?

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I had asked Chan for their dorms address so that I could drop the gifts for Changbin. I even got one for Hyunjin, even though his birthday had long passed. I press the doorbell and shoot a quick text to Chan telling him I'm outside. After a few seconds, the door opens and it's I.N. and Chan. "Oh, it's Becca noona."

"Hi."

"Come in, everyone is waiting for you," Chan says as he walks inside.

Everyone? Him saying that makes me extra nervous. I walk inside and hear voices coming from the kitchen and the TV lounge. I come in view with the boys, all barefaced and watching something on the TV. They stop to look at me and smile. "Oh, noona!" Han smiles.

"Hi guys, hope you all have been well?" I ask, taking off my face mask.

"Wow. Noona you're really pretty!" Felix exclaims.

I blush and chuckle. "Thank you." Suddenly, I feel like a pair of eyes watching me and my eyes catch Chan's. He's got a soft smile on his face and I don't know what to make of it. "So, the birthday boy! Changbin, this is for you. Happy birthday," I hand one bag to him.

"For me?" Changbin smiles and immediately takes out his gift. "Wow. All this?" I had gotten him a fitbit, protein powders and a pair of wireless earphones. "Thank you, Becca."

"You're welcome," I reply and walk over to where Hyunjin is sitting and hand over the bag to him. "Happy belated birthday."

His eyes light up and smiles as he peers inside. "Omo, noona. You didn't have to but thank you!" He takes out a packet of paint brushes and a big bunch of oil paints. "I'll make sure to use them!"

"You're welcome." I beam at him. I watch as two birthday boys rave over their gifts and I can't help but smile at them as Chan walks over standing beside me.

"Thank you,' he says.

"For what?" I ask, watching Changbin trying the watch I got him.

"For all this," he motions towards the boys with his hands.

"Oh, it's nothing," I say. "It's nice seeing them like this though."

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*CHAN'S POV*

After saying bye to the boys, I insisted I walk Becca out, even after she refused. "Hopefully, Changbin and Hyunjin like their gifts."

"They're not picky so I'm pretty sure they'll love it," I said, opening the door.

Turning around, she faces me. "Thank you for letting me give them the gifts."

I smile. "You're welcome." Standing there, she looks so tiny and adorable, making me want to pinch her cheeks.

"See you at work?"

I don't know what comes over me for the next few moments. Taking a step forward, I bend down, lean forward placing my lips on her cheek. "Thank you. For getting the boys the gifts. They were very happy you came."

Her cheeks turns into a shade of light pink. I found it absolutely adorable. "You're welcome," she says.

"See you at work, Becca." She nods and walks away as I go back inside with a smile on my face.

A/N: as much as I'd like to update this story, I've like 6 stories I'm working on and it's kicking my ass.

Korean words:

jeongmal mas-iss-eoyo = its really yummy

Ne ne uri leader-nim = yes yes our leader

Wae = what/why

Omo = omg

[inlovewithcharmers]

Imposter

TW: Abuse, Self Harm, Y/Ns kind of a brat

Note: I don't own criminal minds

Y/N works for a lousy criminal that pretends to go in retirement just to set up a new plan to destroy the bau since Y/N has been working for him by force. Y/N has to go undercover while secretly destroying everything in her way but will a certain boy genius change that?

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Y/N pov:

It was a normal cloudy thursday morning- forceful may I add.

I just got done being dragged around by my asshole of a boss to the point where my hands were numb and had slight cuts from every sharp fucking thing that bastard didn't even clean up.

And you thought sidekicks got the best out of everything? I wasn't even supposed to be here. It's either work for a bitch or die and do nothing. The man I'm working for doesn't even go by a name. It's just master. What kinda fucked up crack daddy shit is this?

He says I need to act Normal like I'm interested in everything at the Bau and just go along with their program and don't get caught well fuck. Atleast I get a new name because I really wish I actually had a new name right now.

I walk to the front of the bau acting a little nervous i was playing with my hair before I went inside. I was expecting it to look this way but eEEeeeeEeK-

a dark fit looking man gave me a confused yet amused look. Ummmm he laughed a little bit first time here? He paused for a second Im SSA Luke Alvez He asked. I didn't know if I should make an awkward noise or yell? Nice to meet you im....Rowen. Nice to meet you too? Where you heading off to?

I lied by saying I was here to write about what happens inside the bau on a daily basis for some other job. I got scared if the lie wasn't going to work because for a moment Luke gave me the stink eye until he said hope you don't get too annoyed with the same cases he joked. Yeah hahaha I faked laughed. Hope is a strong word.

While the rest of the bau welcomed me and left me in peace to continue literally writing nothing all damn day I decided to sneak around.

As soon as I was about to get up I saw a tall man with fluffy long hair that was extremely attractive looking at me. Wondering to himself while holding two cups of coffee.

Hi? I said confusingly. The man realized what he was about to say and blinked a few times oh sorry- he laughed nervously I don't know what happened to me there. I'm spencer want a coffee? Spencer said as he held out the cup. Rowan and thanks.

So spencer went on..... do you have a certain topic you want to start on about all of this? As I was thinking about the jail. I thought of something. There's no such thing as attracting to get the goal until I thought.

What if you knew if I was already here way before this and just wanted to stare just like the rest of the girls? What if I just wanted to get a lick out of Dr. Spencer Reid?

After all of the disturbing conversations about things I wasn't even interested in I began to move after saying thanks to the Greek god. I decided to sneak in a file room and text my boss, send a picture, and move on again.

but every God forsaken fucking time I do that Spencer shows up. Before He could even grab my wrist I had a terrible flashback about the man I was working for watching me bleed, and bleed and laughing. I took a step back all out of breathe. As Spencer looked at me with concern.

Rowan- don't I said cutting him off as I pulled my waist from him and walking off. Wait- I cut him off again what is there to wait for Spencer? Well Spencer began considering you keep on crossing your arms you're not only secretly in a bitchy mood but you're cold and since It looks like your clothes are a tad worn out giving a bit of an 80s look it looks like you need somewhere else to stay.

How did you?- I said I was a profiler earlier weren't you listening? I was for a bit not going to lie I laughed spencer rolled his eyes. Come on I'm letting you stay at my place. No's aren't allowed and no further questions asked about my job

because I'm hungry and exhausted and I know you would be fine with that and us both can use a nap.

Does Indian food sound good to you? Usually Indian places arent that filled up, we don't have to it's just a- Spencer I giggled a little it's fine I'm okay with Indian. Spencer smiled a bit and was like

well we better get going unless you want to see what it's like working in the dark he joked dramatically. Yeah let's go I said ignoring him and walking out to his car. Hey you gotta admit you weren't expecting that one. Uh huh I said sure pretty boy.

[escapism-isgoodinsmalldoses]

I’d plant the stars in the ground for you -> Moon Knight x Daughter!Reader

-‘If I could, I’d plant the stars in the ground for you, They’d grow as tall as your eyes so they’d shine for you only.’ ‘For then you’d see how the world is so big, but it was made for you. And you were made to be loved, loved by me.’ -

                                                           -by abbycates

PART TWO:

Part one/Part two/Part three

Relationships:  Father!Jake Lockley x daughter!reader/ Fatherfigure!Steven Grant x daughter!reader/ Fatherfigure!Marc Spector x daughter!reader Motherly Nut/ Slight Layla x Marc

TW: Depression and anxiety disorders, absent father, slight angst, Steven is a good dad, Marc tries, Jake is scared and hides but will come around. Konshu is intimidated by Nut hehe.

Nut, Nwt, (Ⲛⲉ), is the goddess of the sky, stars, cosmos, mothers, astronomy, all heavenly bodies and the universe in the ancient Egyptian religion. She was seen as a star-covered nude woman arching over the Earth. Nut was seen as a friend and protector of the dead, who appealed to her as a child appeals to its mother. (She is sometimes associated with the cow and represented with the horns of one)

A/N: the story takes place right after Konshu frees Steven and Marc.  She/Her reader pronouns but they aren’t used a lot, the term ‘daughter’ comes up tho.

If you want to write/create anything that is inspired by this little story, feel free ! I just want a bit of credit hehe.

(Every time a god speaks the text is inbetween 'thoses'. Nut's dialogues are in blue.)

(In the Moon Knight series, Steven's supposed to have worked at the British Museum, even if the scenes weren't shot there x)) __________________________________________

It didn’t take long for Nut to send you back home. Whatever she wanted, she must’ve felt it wasn't as important as the torment you experienced in that moment.

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He grabbed you firmly by the shoulders and stared into your eyes, searching for something in them.

« …(Y/N). »

You wanted to leave, this was a mistake. Listening and doing as voice in your head asked was a mistake. Coming to a place that was so unfamiliar to you was a mistake. Meeting those people was. A. Mistake.

Thunder cut through the thick silence of the desert. Where did those clouds come from?

The man in front of you dropped his gaze to your chest, fixated on the opal that shone in the light of the lightning that was now fragmenting the sky. His fingers held the necklace as you froze into place.

The woman that seemed so suspicious of you when she first saw you walked to your side and took one of his arms in her hand, gently but firmly. Inciting him to let you go.

« What is going on? It’s just a kid. » He mouthed something inaudible and brought his eyes back to yours. His grip loosened but his palms were still on your shoulders.

'If you wish to leave, I could bring you back. We will meet Khonshu again. What would you prefer, little one?' « Marc? Steven? » The woman inquired, using two names. You felt cold, you couldn't hear their voices anymore, the sound of thunder resonating inside your ribcage. You struggle out of their grip and took a couple of steps back. « I want to go home… »

The man stepped back as well looking at you with a now soft expression and sad eyes.

« Vuelve a tu casa. Go »

°°°° When you went back to London, the night was still here. You ended up directly into your bedroom. You felt sick, your vision was foggy. You took a couple of steps and felt completely off balance. You got on your bed and sat and your knees. You couldn't help but grab a pillow and bury your face in it, trying to block out everything. The sound, the noise, the air, the thoughts. Nut was still talking to you, with this sweet, smooth, and unnerving voice. « Just… leave me alone. Please. » And just like that, everything was quiet. A week passed where you could only think about what happened that day. You didn't want to come outside anymore, seeing eyes in the sky, watching your every move. Not being forced to attend class left you with a lot of free time on your hands. That's when you started your research, you spent days on your computer just browsing for hours. You never had that big of an interest in egyptology before, and your mother obviously noticed. Even if she wasn't around most of the day, she was surprised to see you less and less when she got back from work. When you ate together, you would mention things you learned while watching a documentary or reading an article.

One evening, she knocked at your bedroom door:

« Baby? »

You looked up from the screen.

« Yeah? Come in. » She entered your room and sat on your bed, making you bounce a little bit.

« So… Still on your little nerd expedition about Egypt? » She smirked. You felt embarrassed, you probably were rambling about it incessantly for the past days.

« I can shut up about it you know, just say the word. »

« No no, it’s great even! I’m glad you found something you’re really interested in. It’s been a while. » It might've been a while since something peeked your interest...

« You know what, since I have a day off tomorrow, we could go to the British Museum, they have a big ‘Ancient Egypt’ section there. There’s even a gelato store on the way. » You couldn't help but smile at that. Your mom was always trying her best, raising you all by herself was the greatest thing that happened to her, or so she says.

« Yeah, that’d be nice. »

« If you’re nice to your ma I’ll even buy you something to geek over- » She teased. « -like a book or something. » You leaned on her shoulder in a side hug.

« You’re just feeding the nerd ma. » ____ __ _ It was comically hot the next day. The sun was blinding and you were now more excited about the ice cream than the museum. When you got to the shop, your mother simply told you to go on ahead to the museum while she waited for your ice cream. It felt like such a long time since you walked outside, even if it was only down a busy avenue. The sun was burning your back but a light breeze flew over you. It wasn't unpleasant. What was uncomfortable was this feeling that Nut wasn't really gone. She couldn't have left, she's always there. That's why you couldn't help but just stare at the ground as you walked. And you inevitably ran into someone. Or they ran into you, you couldn't tell. The impact was so strong and the person so much bigger than you that you spun around, landing on your ass with your elbow following quickly after. « AH ! » You sat up, immediately rubbing your elbow to try and ease up the bruise.

« Oh bollocks! I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going! Here let me help you up- » You both froze up as you saw each other. He lifted his finger and pointed at you.

« It’s you… » « It’s you. »

After the initial shock, his pointed finger turned into an extended hand. « Come on, I can’t imagine the ground being that comfortable. » You took his hand hesitantly, not really knowing how to react.

« So… You’re an avatar? You seem young to be one… I mean- not that it’s against you, just… Why were you there? In Cairo? » You shrugged.

« Nut wanted to see Khonshu… »

« Well, too bad I guess. I’m sorry if it’s rough for you. I know how-how that must feel...» You fiddled with the hem of your top.

« I was just going to the museum with my ma. She’ll be here soon… »

Suddenly he seemed to lit up, a small award smile appeared on his lips.

« The British Museum? For the Egyptian section I presume. » He had a nervous laugh « I used to work there. I-if you’d like I could give you tour ? And figure out- » He made a vague motion with his hand, trying to mimic something « this big old mess. I-I completely understand if it makes you uncomfortable, and I'd just go. » Well... You were going there anyways.

« Sure… But just so you know, my mom’ll be there in a few. So don’t try to… Kidnap me or anything. »

His eyes tripled in size.

« Oh god, no! Absolutely not! I mean, yes of course! But god no! »

you couldn’t help but chuckle. ---------------- ____ __ You were surprised by how much knowledge Steven, which you learned was his name, could spit out. He had answers for every question you gave. He showed you depictions of Nut on ancient murals. Told you stories about how she was banished from Earth because of her love for Geb, the god of Earth. And in the most natural of ways, the conversation got more personal. "Why did Khonshu leave?" "What does Nut ask you to do?" "Why did the sky shift that night?"

« How do you know my name? »

His enthusiastic smile froze and he tilled his head slightly to the side. « What? »

« Back in Egypt, when you saw me… You said my name. »

« I’m sorry I… Don’t know your name. I’m sorry, uh wh-what’s your name ? »

You rubbed the opal on your pendant between your thumb and index in a soothing tic.

« …but you said it. » He looked to the side and rubbed his lip with his thumb.

« …not even Marc… » « What the fuck are you doing here? »

You both jumped as the voice of your mother resonated through the halls of the exhibition. She was holding your ice cream in both her hands, and was staring daggers into the man next to you.

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Nut depiction from Yliade.

A very cool drawing of Geb and Nut by an artist I couldn't find.

___________________________________ I'm opening my ask/submission box if you have headcanon or scenario ideas about the Nut avatar!Reader ;)

[littlemisssatanist]

Coming Out - RuiKasa

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Tsukasa finally caves and Rui confesses. :) —————

Details

Tsukasa questioning his sexuality even more than before

Cute confessions

Question: Would you guys be interested in reading some of my other stories, one that are not fanfictions? I'm writing a book and would love your input! I'm also thinking of posting some of my art here too, so please let me know!

"Tsukasa? Are you paying attention?"

The boy in question blinks once before settling his gaze on Rui, who was looking at him with a weird expression. It was a cross between concern and amusement, and Tsukasa did not like it on Rui's face. It only made him more attractive.

Wait. Nonono, do not think that.

Tsukasa clapped his hands to his cheeks, shaking his head fervently.

"Tsukasa?" Rui asked again.

"Wha- oh, what were you saying? Sorry, I was thinking." The star tred very hard to not look Rui in the eyes, staring at the space above his shoulder.

"Hmm..." The director says, crossing his arms. "If you say so."

Rui continued talking, and Tsukasa tried to listen to him, really he did, but the blonde boy couldn't focus on anything other than the night before.

It was the first day back after being sick, and Tsukasa was so awkward around Rui. He desperately wished that their relationship could go back to what it was before, but the kiss. Gods.

Part of Tsukasa wanted to confront Rui on what the hell he was on yesterday, what led him to decide to kiss him on the cheek. Tsukasa never really questioned his sexuality before, so this was his first time experiencing something like this.

Rui was attractive, he thought. He had nice silky hair and pretty yellow eyes that made you feel as if he really saw you and understood you. His voice was mellow and comforting to listen to, and they had spent a lot of time working one on one with scripts and recitations before.

This is the problem Tsukasa presented to Emu when they met later in the Sekai.

"Sounds like you have a crush on him, Tsuki-chan!" Emu exclaims with a smile, clapping her hands.

Tsukasa sits down on the stage steps and curls into a ball, wanting to cry.

"That's not a bad thing!" Emu hurries to say, crouching by Tsukasa and patting his back. "Why are you sad?"

He didn't really know where to start.

"You know, me and Nene are dating." Emu says, happiness evident in her voice. "It was funny how it started, actually. We just started spending more and more time together until one of our mutual friends asked if we were together, and we just looked at each other and said yes! Anyways, it's been about a month since then and we haven't talked about it, so I only remembered when you told me about your crush on Rui-"

Emu's chattering was cut off with a loud groan from Tsukasa.

"It's nothing to be ashamed about!" Emu says, crossing her arms. "I'm sure Rui feels the same. Why else would he kiss you?"

Tsukasa pauses, uncurling from his ball. Actually, that was a good point. Why would Rui kiss him if not because of a crush?

He stands up. "Thank you, Emu." Tsukasa says, turning around to hug the pink-haired girl. "You really helped."

Emu beams, eyes sparkling. "Happy to, Tsuki-chan!"

Tsukasa squares his shoulders. "I'm going to visit Rui. I'm done with jumping every time he's around."

Emu claps, cheering him on. "That's the spirit!"

Tsukasa left the Sekai, opening the messaging app and texting Rui to meet up. Rui reads the message, and sends a thumbs up.

He hurried to Rui's place, hear beating fast. For all he told Emu, he was still just a bit scared.

Ok, that was a lie. He was terrified.

Rui opened the door, same smile on his face. "Ah, Tsukasa! Welcome! For what reason have you decided to visit me today?"

Tsukasa blushed, stepping inside. Rui led the other boy to his room.

"Wow. Your room is a mess."

Rui coughed into his fist, and Tsukasa smiled. He missed moments like these. Which is why he should just get this over with.

Clenching his fists, Tsukasa turned around to face Rui, who had fallen silent.

"Rui... why did you kiss me?" The words left his mouth before he could chicken out, and all Tsukasa could do now was watch as Rui's eyes widened slightly and his face turned red.

"I-" The director started. "You really don't know?"

"Know what?" Tsukasa asked frustratedly. "How am I supposed to know the meaning behind your eccentric behavior?"

Rui said nothing, continuing to gaze at him in shock, and Tsukasa grew more uncomfortable.

"If you're not going to answer then I'm leaving." He announced, making to head towards the exit, before Rui grabbed his wrist.

"Wait, wait." Rui said, smiling. He pulled Tsukasa into his chest, wrapping his arms around the other boy's head, patting it contently. Tsukasa just stared at him, extremely confused. "I'll tell you why."

He nodded, waiting.

"It's because, my star, Tsukasa Tenma," Rui leaned in closer. "I love you."

Tsukasa's mouth fell open, leaving ample opportunity for Rui to swoop in and kiss him gently on the lips, then pull back and watch how his star's face lights up bright red.

"Y-you!" He sputters, unable to form coherent words. Rui just sits back and watches, not letting go of the boy.

Eventually, he calms down and takes a deep breath.

"Great." Tsukasa says. "Because..." He trails off, hesitating. "Because I love you too!" He finishes, finally confessing. Immediately, a weight is lifted off his back and is replaced by enormous happiness as Rui pulls him back in for another kiss.

And then they lived happily ever after, the end. <3