#he’s breathing so hard the into the microphone i’m going to sob

[cirr0stratus]

my boyfriend is sleeping so soundly right now he is so sleepy! he is resting no one disturb him. he is so sleepy. eepy boy. he is snoring no one is allowed to wake him up. sorry i can’t hang out my boyfriend is sleeping and he is so sleepy and so! sorry! sleepy eepy boyfriend hours. everyone shut up nothing else matters just this sleepy boy

[fushizhuo]

Synopsis: You're the youngest member of SKZ and the younger brother of Bang Chan. However, you're sick. And your parents sent you to the US to get treatment. But, they couldn't treat your disease. No matter how hard they tried. So as a final goodbye, you sang a song for your hyungs and your fans.

Genre — Angst.

Warnings — Death

Pairing — M! Reader x SKZ (platonic)

AN note — Transferring my wattpad works over to Tumblr, I made this when I was 12 don't judge 🤞🏻

WC — 4.8k

The arena hums with quiet anticipation, the energy heavy with sadness. Stray Kids are on stage, but the usual vibrant atmosphere is missing. Eight members stand in a row, their faces somber. The space next to them is empty—the place where you always stood.

Chan steps forward, his hands gripping the microphone tightly, his voice trembling as he addresses the crowd. “STAYs, tonight is… different,” he starts, his eyes flicking back to the members, all barely holding back their emotions. “Our member, y/n, couldn’t be with us tonight. But he left us something. A message for all of you.”

The crowd stirs, sensing the gravity of the moment. Then, the massive screen behind the group flickers on, and there you are, sitting in a chair, pale but smiling gently at the camera. You look weaker than ever, but you’re trying to be strong, for them, for the fans.

“Hello, STAYs,” you begin, your voice soft, yet steady. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there tonight with my brothers. The truth is… I’m sick. Really sick.”

The arena falls into a deafening silence. Even though rumors had been swirling for weeks, hearing you confirm it feels like a punch to the gut for everyone present.

“I’ve been fighting this for a while,” you continue, a sad smile tugging at your lips, “but it’s gotten worse. And… I don’t think I’m going to survive this.”

The weight of your words sinks deep into the hearts of the fans, many of whom have already started to cry. The members on stage are barely holding it together. Felix wipes at his eyes, his face twisted in sorrow, tears falling down uncontrollably with I.N comforting him, while Hyunjin clenches his fists, his shoulders trembling.

You pause for a moment, as if gathering the strength to go on. “I’m sorry I couldn’t sing live with you tonight. But I wanted to say goodbye properly, the only way I know how—through a song. This is my final song, and I want to dedicate it to all of you.”

The camera zooms in slightly as you take a deep breath. “STAYs, thank you. You made me braver than I’ve ever been. Every moment on stage, every song, every smile—I did it because of you.”

You look down for a second, composing yourself, before looking back up at the camera, your eyes brimming with tears. “To my hyungs, thank you for taking care of me. You’re my family, and you’ll always be my home.”

With that, you reach for your guitar and start strumming the familiar opening chords of Castle on the Hill. The stadium quiets, listening intently, as your voice fills the arena.

"When I was six years old, I broke my leg,

I was running from my brother and his friends."

The soft, nostalgic melody washes over the crowd, each note filled with bittersweet memories. The camera flashes between you, playing your final song, and old clips of Stray Kids—the early days when you were all just starting out, moments in the dorms, behind-the-scenes laughter.

"And I miss the way

You make me feel,

And it’s real."

Your voice trembles slightly, but you keep going, pouring everything you have left into this performance. The members on stage are frozen in place, their eyes locked on the screen as you sing about the good times, about the innocence of youth, and about home.

"When we watched the sunset

Over the castle on the hill…"

The song continues, each lyric hitting harder than the last, and the fans can barely contain their sobs. You sing not just for them, but for your hyungs too, for the family you’re leaving behind.

"One friend left to sell clothes,

One works down by the coast,

One had two kids but lives alone,

One’s brother overdosed,

One’s already on his second wife,

One’s just barely getting by."

As you sing these lines, the camera flashes again to moments from the members’ lives—Chan struggling as a leader, Lee Know dancing through exhaustion, Han and Changbin composing until the early morning, Seungmin’s late-night vocal practices, Hyunjin’s quiet moments of self-reflection, Felix’s smile breaking even through the toughest days.

"But these people raised me,

And I can't wait to go home."

Your voice catches on the word home, and it’s clear that you’re thinking of the members—your brothers who stood by you through it all. The camera shows clips of all eight of you together, laughing, crying, working, living.

"And I'm on my way,

I still remember these old country lanes,

When we did not know the answers."

The music swells, and the arena is filled with your voice, with memories, with everything you’ve been through together. The fans, the members, everyone is united in the sadness of your goodbye.

"And I miss the way

You make me feel,

And it’s real,

When we watched the sunset over the castle on the hill,

Over the castle on the hill,

Over the castle on the hill."

As the final chorus fades, the screen cuts back to you. Your guitar falls silent, and you look into the camera one last time, tears filling your eyes but a soft smile still on your lips.

“Thank you, STAYs. You made me feel alive. You made me brave. I love you all so much.”

Your final words are barely above a whisper. “I’ll be home soon.”

The screen goes dark. For a few moments, the arena is completely still. No one moves. No one speaks. It’s as though the world itself is holding its breath, not wanting to acknowledge what just happened.

Then, the sobs start—quiet at first, then louder, until the entire stadium is filled with the sound of heartbreak. The members on stage are in tears, clutching onto each other for support. Chan tries to speak, but no words come out. He steps forward, wiping his face, and finally manages to say, “Thank you, y/n. We love you.”

The concert ends not with an encore, not with cheers, but with the weight of your goodbye hanging in the air. STAYs leave the arena with heavy hearts, each one carrying a piece of you with them, your voice still echoing in their minds, the final notes of Castle on the Hill playing over and over.

You never made it back. But in that final moment, you felt at home.

[rainbowmilk]

Hii I love the way u write the treech and reader storys and I was wondering if u can make a romantic lamina and treech story💗💗 thank youuu

A/n: Aww thank you!! I struggled to write Lamina, not gonna lie, but I think it turned out okay.

Warnings: angst

Paring: Treech x Lamina

Word Count: 849

“Lamina!” Treech called up to her. “Come down, you’re going to be late!”

He would have thought she hadn’t heard him if he hadn’t seen her eyes flit down to him. Realizing she wasn’t climbing down, Treech latched onto one of the branches and began climbing up to where Lamina was sitting.

“C’mon, it’s Reaping Day. You gonna show up with leaves in your hair again,” Treech said, flicking a strand of her hair.

Lamina, ever soft-spoken, replied, “I’ll be down soon. Just need a minute.” She turned back to staring at the sky. Treech couldn't understand why she liked looking at it, but it made her happy.

Treech could sense she wasn’t in the mood to talk. Lamina always took Reaping Day hard. He decided it’d be best to give her space, “All right, I’m off, see you after.” He said, patting her knee before beginning to climb down.

When he reached the ground, he was out of breath. He honestly did not know how Lamina could climb so high. Making his way back to the trail, he wondered if he should stop by the market and pick up something nice for dinner. It’d be a nice way to celebrate.

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When he arrived home, a warm bath was waiting for him. He scrubbed off the grime that collected while he was out and about. It always surprised Treech how much could accumulate out in the forest.

When finished, he slips on one of his dressier shirts and a worn gray blazer. While he’s adjusting his appearance in the mirror, his mom walks up behind him.

“You look handsome,” his mom says, pinching his cheek affectionately.

A smile stretched across Treech’s face, making him feel like a young boy again.

His mom walked over to the dresser, pulling out his dad’s old hat, “I want you to wear this,” she said as she placed it on his head.

Feeling choked up, Treech nodded, pulling his mom into a hug, “I’ll see you after.”

Walking out the door, he followed the rest of District 7 to the reaping

square. Having to stand in the crowded square was his least favorite part of the reaping…well, besides possibly getting picked. Treech’s thoughts couldn’t help but trail to Lamina; she hated crowds more than him, and he wondered how she was holding up.

Treech scanned the crowd for her. He spotted her near the edge of the girl section. Fear is plastered across her face as she fidgets nervously. “Nothing bad is going to happen to you.” Treech wishes he could whisper to her.

After what feels like an eternity, the mayor steps on stage and begins to read. Treech doesn’t bother to pay attention anymore; it's the same story every year. He only tunes back in when it’s time to draw the girls’ names.

The mayor reached in and dug through the slips of paper before pulling one out. He crossed back over to the microphone and read out the name, Lamina. You could’ve heard a pin drop. It was so silent.

Someone might as well have punched him in the stomach. He can’t breathe. The mayor must’ve read the slip wrong, Treech repeated like a mantra. They can’t have called Lamina. He almost convinced himself that was the case until a familiar auburn stumbled out of the crowd.

Treech felt the panic rising in his chest. He’d never felt this helpless before. She looked so fragile standing on the stage. He nearly sobbed when he saw she did have leaves in her hair. Everything in him was screaming at him to grab her and shield her from all the bad in the world.

Lamina couldn’t die for them. He won’t be able to handle watching her become another unwilling sacrifice for the Capitol.

Please, don’t take her away from me.

He was too lost in thought to even notice when the mayor moved on to the boys until he heard his name ringing across the square. A numbness settled in him; he felt as if he were in a dream, looking down on everything, not even in control of his body as he made his way to the stage.

Once on stage, he thinks that he’s never felt more exposed. The entirety of District 7’s eyes are on him. Next to him, he can feel Lamina’s sobs coming out in full force. Wanting to provide some comfort, he reached his hand for her to hold. She took it and gripped it as if it were her lifeline.

His own tears threatened to spill out. They were being sent to the Hunger Games. Oh god, he doesn't want to die…not like this.

He was too in shock to even fight back when the Peacekeepers dragged them off stage and tossed them towards the station. Lamina surprised him, though she fought them every step of the way, squirming against their grip.

Despite her struggle and his lack thereof, it didn’t matter because the Peacekeepers shoved them inside a cattle cart and locked the doors, leaving them in the dark.

[anja-the-sane-panda]

Stomp Out The Dark

A lil one shot with Jack encountering Nightlust on le boat.

mostly cus none of my ao3 fics are ready im so sorry😓

A grunt escaped through Jack's gritted teeth as his back hit the floor hard. The markings on the floor of the boat flashed blue and purple as heavy black boots thundered across the floor. The performer tried to get up but was stopped when one of heavy boots stomped on his chest, which if it weren't for the fact his boyfriend was possessed Jack might have been feeling a different emotion then fear.

“Cute you thought that would work Rose,” Wanderlust smirked as Jack struggled under him.

The performer could only grunt as he tried to lift his boyfriend’s boot off him. Jack had managed to get through the other three’ corruption from his mother (though Sara was just as tricky as Wander was being) and just needed his lover to return. But it seemed talking and brute force was helpless in this battle.

“I’m gonna have to ask Night Swan to have you at my side, especially when we hit Flow World,” Wander cackled as he snatched Jack’s cane from where it was laying and booped the red haired coach with it. (If his boyfriend wasn’t a admittedly hot corrupted soldier for his mother Jack might have blushed and laughed)

“Wander please..” The prince could only laugh at his partner’s pleas, making Jack panic more as he tried to come up with a new plan.

“Aww don’t worry, it doesn’t hurt as much as becoming a nor-“

“I forgive you.”

Wanderlust froze and looked down at Jack, looking very confused and even dropping Jack’s mic.

“What?”

Jack took a deep breath and looked Wander square in the eye. “I forgive you, because I know you don’t want to do this. But you also don’t want to disappoint her, I know that feeling. Trust me.”

Wanderlust stared at him for a moment, a look of recognition of those words came across his face. The deity started to breath heavily and holding his head in pain. Grunting and taking his foot off Jack to try and distance himself from the performer.

“Stop talking!”

Jack grabbed his microphone and used to help himself up and stand, still shaken from hitting the floor. “Y-You said those words to me right before you got minionized the first time. Even when everyone saw me as just her son, well Sara had no idea who I was but whatever, point is. You were able to see past all that and see my good side,” Despite Wander backing away like a scared stray Jack just walked up and took his face in his hands.

“And I can do the same for you. Please,” he rubbed Wanderlust’s cheek. A move that always helped the deity calm down, “Come back to me?”

Wanderlust looked at him, the glare from his right eye softening to let it's purple glitter like an amethyst like before Night Swan got her claws on him. Even his full yellow left eye seemed to soften as tears started to fall from both his eyes.

“I-I’m sorry,” Wanderlust sobbed as Jack gently bonked their foreheads together.

“It’s okay Wandie, just glad to have you back,” Jack whispered, feeling his own tears of relief start to form, “Though I must admit you look pretty good in that outfit.”

“Wanderlust looked down and chuckled, “Yeah, though I feel like I should change,” He crosses then spread out his arms, resulting in a bright light that blinded Jack for a second.

When he could see again Wanderlusts had changed the outfit a lot. Once again sporting his signature crown and braid. (though the diamond shape and the yellow eye remained) However he now wore a purple and pink skin tight turtleneck shirt with gold triangles going down the sleeves. The bell bottoms had been replaced with leggings with more gold detailing snaking down to his matching boots. To finish off he wore his father's cape with his triangle emblem hanging off a chain.

The deity held out his arms, “Better?”

Jack's face flickered to one of worry as he looked at the left half of his lover's face, but he shook it off as he silently counted his blessings.

"Much Starboy,"

He then kissed Wander deeply, who was taken aback at first but quickly reciprocated it. Leaving the lovebirds to stand in the empty hallway, the blue lights bouncing off their faces as they remained lip-locked together for quite some time. Just taking in the relief of finally being together after a long struggle.

[a-bucket-of-trash]

Crashing Trust – Kelvin x Neutral Reader – Part 4/4

Part 3

Tag: Angst

Your brain was still too confused to process anything, so you stood in total silence, watching him climb off of you, put wood on the fire, and untie your feet, though your hands were still tied. You saw his eyes lock on you and you shrunk, scared. He had forced you to eat those plants, you supposed that it was a matter of time before you fell asleep and were at the complete mercy of Kelvin. You were doomed

He knelt close to you, watching you lower your face from him, trembling. "God..." He denied softly, touching your cheek, somewhat hurt "I'm not going to hurt you... Honey... Please understand..."

“You lie…” You trembled, your eyes squeezed shut, expecting the worst.

Kelvin sighed. You were not only trembling from fear, but also from cold. The cave was cool and you had been quiet with little fire for hours, so he moved closer to you, sitting you up better, hugging you tight.

The warmth and scent of him made you cry immediately. You hated him, and you hated even more that you had missed him so much, you hated that so many parts of your soul were ready to forgive him, you hated that your body and soul needed him, you hated that your mind looked for any reason to doubt.

You whispered "I hate you" over and over again, still, crying, feeling him hug you tightly, combing your hair, his face close to yours. He only released you a few minutes later, his eyes as wet as yours.

"I untie you now" He wiped your cheeks "Don’t attack me"

You didn't, strangely. You stood still, eyes lowered, sad.

"Here" He gave you the canteen with water "Herbs doing effect now... drink a little, not much" He saw you still "Listen... I explain everything, as I can. It still hard for me talk... Not looking you forgive me, I want you know what's going on."

You barely said a “meh”, arching your shoulders. You didn't have the energy or the mood for anything.

"Good" He sighed, sitting in front of you, close "Month before the mission, Sahara Therapeutics contacts me, they need classified info from Puff Corp. I accept, the pay is huge and family has debts. They give me info, a lot, I find out about Pufftons, about experiments, about Cube. My contact in Sahara told me mission, internal contact close Pufftons warned, something was wrong, they seek rescue. Our team get ready, Sahara gives me order. I have to leave island alone, the rest have to die or transformed, they give me C4, code, everything…”

"And you accepted immediately" You whispered, getting angry, your eyes still fixed on the canteen.

“I had to say yes, Sahara given me order in helicopter and hidden microphones there, but I agree give info, not to eliminate team” He scratched the back of his neck “When you slapped me, I remembered the rest… My plan …” He saw you look at him out of the corner of your eye “Go down, get everyone away from helicopters, tell, deactivate C4, call Sahara, break contract, rescue Puffton, leave… But someone attacked us… I didn't plan that…”

"And you think I'm going to believe you?" You snorted, taking a sip of water, to the Kelvin's relief. "I have no way of knowing that you haven't made all that up now so that I would trust you and stop attacking you."

"I don't care you don't believe me... I have code, I will contact Sahara, they wait for my call to rescue..." He took a long breath "You killed mutants, you saw bunkers, you have more info. I'll give you my tag, when they come, you say you're Kelvin. They don't know me, they will rescue you and give you money, you will return home safe… I… will stay…”

"You will stay?" You doubted "What for? To get more information?”

Kelvin gently denied “To pay for what I did” He lowered his eyes “I knew was dangerous, I knew wasn't simple rescue. I should… I should spoken, told the team, be honest… I should told you! I should tell everyone! We were a team, I acted alone… They all died because of me…” He began to sob “I killed them… for hiding truth… And… I forced you spend months here… in this hell… I deserve stay and be killed… But I want to know you are safe…”

You looked at him, thinking. The part about falling from the helicopters hadn't been his idea, you were sure of that, since he'd nearly died in the process. Also, you remembered that the rescue had to happen anyway, even if he had said something, anyway, they had to go to the island to look for the Pufftons, it was an order from the bosses. And you all knew it was dangerous, otherwise they would not have asked for armed soldiers.

“I didn't want this happen…” The soldier cried loudly “I loved you much before to came here! I should protected you!”

Part of you was trying. Logic was taking the side of your heart, forgiving him was making sense, especially considering that he was thinking of sacrificing himself for you to return safely. You wanted to forgive him, not doing so made no sense, for him to have taken care of you so much when his supposed mission was to kill you, made no sense.

You wanted to hug him, you wanted to tell him that you forgave him, but maybe that was a plan, maybe make you believe everything to get back safely. But you knew him, you had known that soldier for a long time, and he had never let you down. Sometimes he was a little clumsy and caused more chaos than a dog playing between crystal cups, but he had never done it out of malice. Kelvin was stupidly good at the job they did, so good that he sometimes played against him.

"God!" You yelled, exasperated, seeing him start, "You're a moron!"

"I know!" He wiped his eyes.

“Why the fuck didn't you tell me your family was in debt, stupid!?” You put the canteen aside, furiously "With how simple it was to ask us for money!"

"I didn't want to bother squad!"

“Fuck! Now I'm going to have to lie because of you! Call the helicopter, take the pilot hostage so you can get on and find money for your stupid family! Stop making things so complicated, you dumbass!" You kicked him lightly.

"What?" His eyes widened, feeling his chest heat up. "You…forgive me?"

“Fuck you! You're going to have to drag yourself through years to pay for this! Big fool!" You pointed your finger at him angrily “You're lucky I love you too much or I'd beat the crap out of you! I can not stand you! I hate you!"

“I'm going to kiss you…” He whispered, looking at you.

"I hope so! And it had better be good or I'm going to crack your skull, asshole!” You saw him smile widely. “Don't smile! I'm angry! Furious!” You saw him try to get serious “Stop that! I like your smile! Moron!"

Kelvin held your face to kiss you. You two had fooled around before, but you had never kissed, so feeling his mouth on yours, his soft lips and his warm hands calmed all your warlike energy. Your shoulders relaxed and as soon as his mouth moved away, you started to cry, hard, carrying the shit of so many weeks of hating and loving him at the same time. You hugged each other, crying, asking each other for forgiveness, for most of the day.

And weeks later, a private helicopter went up, under some threats and the promise of classified information, with you two. You might not receive the promised money, but getting out of here was reward enough. Being together was enough, you would see how you would manage the problems, at the base.

[multiversxwhore]

Liquid Gold

a/n: I haven’t been writing as consistently, I’ve lost some passion , and tumblr is definitely turning into a hell scape. So if you’re reading this, and you enjoyed it and if you’re a real person, I’d appreciate if you reblogged. ps, the son of krypton is an actual fic that @cardierreh15 did write, it’s linked within this story just fyi.

Warnings: none

Tags: @cardierreh15 @miyuhpapayuh @blackreaderatrisk @ah-blossom

Cardierre Lane, and Gwendolyn Price sat together as they watched the two presenters give their monologue, the table in front of them has a wonderful spread of gourmet food spread out across the white clothed table. Gwendolyn was too nervous to eat, she had picked at her steak earlier, but decided against it when a nauseous feeling arose in the pit of her stomach. “Girl you better calm down, I don’t want you throwing up on my dress when we win.” Cardíerre jokes, she glanced over at her weary looking friend, ‘poor thing’s been in a mess since two nights ago’. She thought to herself, she too was nervous, but Gwendolyn looked to be on the brink of death.

“Some Superheroes save people, and some wear capes.” Hugh Jackman looked out to the sea of celebrities sitting before him, the words on the teleprompter going by smoothly. “ And even though most action star heroes are white men.” Issa Rae half heartly joked as she gestured towards her presenting partner, the crowd gave a soft chuckle in response, Hugh pulled at his shirt collar nervously.

Coughing slightly, he decided to move on with the rest of their monologue, “Ahem, the movies in this category re-defined what we thought a hero could look like, but also what it means to be an action star.”

“Here are your nominees for Hero Movie of The Year.” Issa and Henry spoke at the same time, then the camera panned out to the audience pausing on each nominee. Then the camera turned back to Issa, and Hugh

“And the award goes to…” There's a pregnant pause as the crowd buzzes with anticipation.

“Son of Krypton: Destroyer of Worlds!” The loud cheering, and applause sounded muffled in Gwendolyn’s ears, finally all of their hard work had paid off. All of the nasty comments online, the people that told them their fever dream of a movie would never see a big screen.

“Bitch stand up! We made it! We Won!” Cardeirre shouted over the noise, grabbing Gwendolyn’s hand, she pulled her through the crowd, the rest of their co-stars following behind. Wobbly she made it up the stage steps, her heart racing, and tears brimming her eyes.

“Aw nah, girl please don't start crying, I’m tryna tell all our haters to kiss my ass.” Cardierre chuckled, Gwendolyn let out a strangled laugh, she tried to take a deep breath, but the tears flowed anyway. One of their co-stars, Henry Cavil, wrapped a comforting arm around her small stature, pulling the handkerchief from his suit pocket and offering it to Gwendolyn.

“Alright, first of all I would like to thank God for not only blessing me to live to see this day, but also for blessing me with such beautiful, amazing and talented people. Blessing me to have met this gorgeous sobbing mess behind me.” She turned to Gwendolyn who had finally calmed down from crying, for now. Turning back to the microphone that was starting to lower into the floor, Cardeirre stepped forward.

“Um excuse me, I’m not done speaking, now y’all let Jeniffer Lawrenece do a whole MLK speech.” The mic raised back up from the floor, the crowd fizzled with laughter in response, then she continued.

“Now that’ve got this shiny new Golden Globe, y’all know you fucked up right? I’m just getting started, and now that I’m here.. Guess what?” She paused, then whispered, “I’m not going nowhere. And you won't get rid of me.” Cardeirre laughed deeply, her lips pulled back into a bright award winning smile, Gwendolyn hugged Cardeirre from the back as they rocked each other side to side in excitement. They were all ushered off the stage and into the back where the cast huddled into a big group hug, “So what I'm hearing is, we’re shaking ass tonight?” Gwendolyn shouted over them, they all cheered in response.

“Gwen, your getting changed now or are you gonna stick around?” Cardierre looped her arm around Henry, she looked at the both of them in awe, they looked so great together. She admired the couple, but it only made her heart strings pull. The reminder that she was single.

“Nah, I gotta get out of this dress before something clumsy happens.” She giggled, the celebrity designer Law Roach dressed her in a beautiful gown, but twenty grand is a lot of money she really didn't want to pay for a dress she’s only going to wear once.

“M’kay, text me when you get to Janelle’s so I can find you.” Cardíerre pulled her friend in by the hips, and kissed her cheek lovingly.

“Kay, see y'all later.” Smiling to herself, she watched for a moment as the couple disappeared, lost in thought, a large warm hand grabbed her by the elbow.

“Excuse me.” A deep rich voice came from beside her, she took a step back to move out the stranger's way, as he came past her her eyes grew wide.

“You’re Aldis Hodge.” She gasped, it wasn’t like she was an Oscar winner herself or anything, her own celebrity status long gone out the window in the presence of her idol.

“I sure hope I am, you’re Gwendolyn Starr. I’m a big fan, I love seeing our people as the main characters in fantasy books.” His hand slid from her elbow down her arm, both his lard hands engulfing hers. His eyes slid over her face, this too was his first time seeing up close, the scent of her perfume wafted through his nostrils as a slight breeze blew by.

“You— you read my books?” She stammered, she looked up at him in awe, his lips pulled back into a warm smile.

“Of course, all three, you think by any chance you’re turning it into a movie? I think I’d make a fine older version of Nathan Vylar.” He offers, a haughty grin stretched onto his lips, it didn’t occur to Gwendolyn that he would even consider wanting to work with her.

“I— yes of course, I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and now that you mention it, maybe I can see you as a dhampir. Clearly you’ve got a flair for the dramatics Mr. Three time Oscar winner, I’m tryna be like you when I grow up.” She giggled, it wasn’t until he squeezed her hand did she realize he was still holding onto her. ‘This man better stop, I will jump on his dick’ she thought to herself, Aldis is exactly her type, tall dark skin, and handsome as hell.

“Aw baby, it takes a lot of work to get like this, but I believe you’ll get there.” He leaned forward, his eyes looking into hers, and all she could do was smile back like a doofus.

“Gwennie!” Called a voice from behind them, breaking her from his spell, she nearly jumped out of her skin. Amber Foxx, Gwendolyn’s manager, crossed the buzzing room; when her eyes landed on Aldis’ and Gwendolyn’s hands, her eyelids slanted. A knowing grin pulling at her lips, she prayed to god Amber didn’t say anything embarrassing.

“It was lovely meeting you Ms. Price, have a nice evening. Congratulations on the win.” Aldis squeezed my hand one last time before pulling away, and disappearing into the crowd.

“I hate to have broken up your…heated conversation, but we gotta go, car’s outside, and you gotta change.” Amber was already pulling Gwendolyn in the opposite direction, her head was swimming. The weight of the Oscar in her hand anchored her to an unbelievable reality she’s living; the encounter with Aldis is only adding to the fluttering sensation in the pit of her stomach.

“What a fucking night.” Gwendolyn breathed out once she made it to the backseat of the big Cadillac suv, Amber turned to her and said, “it ain’t hardly over yet.” Gwendolyn leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes, and thought to herself ‘a little nap on the way back to the hotel should do me good’

[fobredactedove]

oral fixation stuff w pete but we only half talk it out before hand… at first it’s just my fingers in his mouth feeling his tongue, teeth, everything, and it’s hot for both of us, sure, but then i decide to try something out. i force them further into his mouth, basically down his throat, and he’s probably a bit confused or concerned cuz we didn’t talk about going this far… especially not far enough to the point where he’s gagging and trying to push me off of him. my other hand is around the back of his neck and i’m stronger than he is, pulling him towards me. he’s terrified cuz i’m not letting go and he doesn’t want to vomit on me or anything, cuz that’d be gross. and really embarrassing. but that’s my point, and he does. i finally let go of him and he’s freaking out, super apologetic, cuz what the hell just happened? he’s figuring i probably hate him now and will never speak to him again. this is literally the kind of thing someone can’t get over, like, ever. then suddenly i’m kissing him and licking the inside of his mouth like i’m starving, and he realizes he might be the one more grossed out right now. i pull back and start stripping my clothes off, which is when he realizes just how hard i am even under my jeans. i tell him to also, but he’s hesitant at first cuz this is all going so fast and not how he planned his night to go at all. of course we were gonna fuck eventually, but not after that??? i had never even brought up that as a thing i might be into before this night, let alone 20 minutes ago. but anyway, he’s taking too long for me so i take his clothes off for him and practically throw him on the bed. he’s still kind of in a daze from how fast this is happening and how i’m so unfazed by everything. plus i don’t even ask if he’s alright, just shove my dick into him, raw with no lube at all. he tells me it hurts and he’s not ready and wants me to stop but it was just so hot earlier, watching him vomit like that, just because of me. i’m gonna regret it later when i have to clean everything up, but that just means i’ll take more precautions next time. he’s sobbing at this point cuz he’s so overwhelmed and in pain, but i finally cum inside him. obviously after making sure he does first, even with the state he’s in. i am a gentleman after all. when i pull out, it drips down his thighs and he just feels so disgusting and exhausted. i lie down on my side next to him and kiss the tears off his cheeks and tell him how he did so well, how he was so good for me. he’s still not really all there, so i go to get a washcloth to clean us up and by the time i come back, he’s already passed out. he looks so sweet and calm like that. i wipe us both off and fall asleep with my arms around him, as close as i can get before we melt into each other. even with how scared he was, he’s still so warm and his breathing is steady. i do feel a bit sorry, but we can talk about it in the morning.

- microphone anon (this took me more than a few hours...i’ve never written something this long before??? i also actually have emetophobia irl so i guess it’s only hot in theory,,,,anyway i hope someone can join me in my insanity pls :3c goodbyeeeee)

<3

[zoe-and-quinn]

Whumptober Day 3

Journal / Solitary Confinement / “Make it stop.”

TW: Mentions of torture, mentions of assault, panic attack

Casey was alone.

Again.

He didn’t know how long it had been this time. There was no light where he was, no sound, nothing to tell time of day or year or if time was even still relevant. The world could be dark and desolate, and Casey wouldn’t notice.

He was hungry. And thirsty. And his knees were sore. God were they sore. He dealt with far worse pain than sore knees on a daily basis, and still the throbbing cut right down to his bones.

It was because there was nothing else to think about. Casey knew that. There was nothing in this world but Casey and hunger and thirst and sore knees and the silence.

The silence pushed into his eardrums, making him wince with the ringing wrongness of it. He could have hummed or whispered to himself, but he knew that Alexei had microphones, that he would pay the consequence for spoken words in his own blood. The only words allowed in this place were apologies and pleas for mercy.

Spoken words weren't allowed, but Alexei couldn’t control his mind. Not yet, at least. He’d seen some of the others, some of the ones Alexei didn’t mind shattering on the floor like expensive china. They were afraid to live, to breathe without his permission. 

Casey knew Alexei could do that to him, if he wanted. He wasn’t proud enough to believe he could win a battle so many had lost before him. But Alexei needed him whole, alive, and with enough fire to fight back, just a little.

Clients didn’t pay to torture a dead man walking.

For now, his mind was his own, and he used it freely. He bent forward a little, shifting some of the pressure from his bruised knees to his raw wrists, and started his daily journal entry.

Since he was 14, Casey had only missed 4 days in his journal; one day when his pet salamander died and he was too distraught to write, one day when he was invited to a friends cabin for the weekend and was too embarrassed to bring it along, and two days after he was mugged, left bleeding in an alleyway, and then picked up by a psycho who locked him in his basement and sold his suffering to the masses.

Of course, in the month since his… unfortunate encounter, he hadn’t had much access to paper or pens, so he’d switched his entries to mental ones. He also didn’t really know when a day had passed. He ‘wrote’ an entry whenever he felt he was about to go insane with fear, frustration, pain, or all three at once.

He wrote quite often.

March 17, 2023, he began. This was his birthday. When you didn’t know the date, he reasoned, every day could be your birthday.

My life sucks and I hate everything. What else is new? It’s been forever, just… sitting here. Waiting. Nothing to do but wait. I know… I know in my brain that there are tons of things way worse than sitting alone in a dark room for a day or two, but… I don’t know. When I’m in here, in the dark, it doesn’t even feel like a room anymore. It feels like this is the universe, and I’m alone in it. There's… nothing but me. Or everything is real but me, and I’m dead and gone and nonexistent. I know, logically, that Felix and everyone and… and Alexei… I know they’re all out there, only a few doors away, but my mind won’t fucking connect to my actual believing and feeling and- shit, I’m panick-

Breath, don’t panic, you’re not this weak, don’t-

You’re not alone, you do exist, they’re just not here right now, they’ll let you out eventually, but-

At this point, Casey stopped thinking in his journal. He had felt the panic attack coming on for a while. It always did, alone in the dark. He wasn’t sure why. He just knew he hated it.

For all the world it felt like he hadn’t seen another human in years, like he didn’t know what human was, like there had never been anything in the universe but darkness and silence.

Silence.

Silence.

Silence.

Breathing, hard and fast and gasping and

Sobbing, shaking and dripping and shuddering and

Pleading, desperate and whispered and shouted and screamed and

Please, please, don’t, I can’t live like th-this, make it, “stop, I-I-I please, make it stop, I c-can’t, please, please please PLEASE!”

Alexei opened the door an hour later, and Casey made his fervent apologies for whatever infraction he had committed. He couldn’t remember. It didn’t matter.

He said sorry.

He said he would be good.

He said anything he had to say to exist again.

[avawritesthings]

a sigh of relief | ln4

[1,358 words] lando norris x fem!reader

summary - y/n crashed out of the 2024 shanghai gp, and lando can’t help but worry.

contents - injuries, angst(?), worried lando, racing/f1 inaccuracies!!

ava’s notes - f1driver!reader for this one, folks. sorry for the inactivity, i haven’t had the writing spark in a while. but here i am, and with a new sport, no less! i'm also trying smth new, no Capitalization...not sure if ya'll are into it. i got into f1 a couple weeks ago, so there might be several inaccuracies, but i tried my best. thank you for the support 🫶🏼 (sorry for the long ass note LMFAO)

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THE FAINT SOUNDS OF VOICES reached your ringing ears. you could feel your head pounding from within the totaled car. suddenly, the simple act of opening your eyes was the hardest task for your shuddering body.

“y/n, are you alright?” the voices of your engineers could be heard through your helmet.

“i’m alright,” you mumble, not sure if the words made it out of your dry mouth. as your hands reach towards your harness and disconnect the latches, you let out a sigh of defeat, a whimper slipping past your lips.

you knew the race was over. the helmet was next to come off, throwing it out of your car before shakily ripping off the balaclava from your sweaty head. the act of taking off your helmet meant you couldn't talk to your team, you knew, but you couldn’t care less. 

you felt like you couldn’t breathe with the restrictive head gear on. 

tears burned behind your eyes, but you willed them back, refusing to show weakness. you felt and heard people around you. medics, probably, you couldn’t tell.

they were whirling around you and the war, or what was left of it. you felt them help you out and you let them, too tired to refuse. as your almost lifeless body left the constricted space, you took a heavy, deep breath, the exhale coming out trembling.

hands grabbed at your waist to keep you upright. waving a hand towards the concerned yet roaring crowd, the medics helped you into the van. before the double doors closed, you opened your eyes as much as you could and stifled a sob at what was left of your car. 

you willed the strength to run your hands down your exhausted face. a blood pressure cuff made its way up your arm and you turned to the man responsible.

the thought of your family filled your head; are they worried? are they watching? your boyf-

lando.

you knew he’d be worried sick. turning your head towards the medic, you asked “c-can i speak to him? lando?”

the man – who you felt knew you were going to ask at some point – wordlessly handed you a headset, and you could already hear his yelling.

“-and none of you bloody fuckers have heard from her? complete bullshit. is. she. okay?!”

“lando?” his name spilled from your lips, relief ever so present in your voice, knowing he was okay — as well as he could be after seeing the love of his life crash, hard.

“babe? is that you? fuck- i hadn’t heard from you and i thought the worst.” he spoke, and you knew that if he wasn’t racing, he’d be running his hands through his hair like a madman.

“i’m okay lando, i promise,” you said, your hands gripping the microphone attached to the headset. “i’ll see you soon, okay?”

“yeah- yes, baby. i’m so glad you’re okay. i love you,’ and that was the last you heard before the doors of the medical van opened and you were being whisked away to the medical center in the paddock.

-

a mild concussion and a bruised rib.

you got off easy, they said. it could’ve been much worse, they said.

you just felt tired. exhausted. however many g’s your body was put through would have probably killed a normal civilian. soon enough, you saw the familiar head of dark curls jogging towards you. daniel wrapped you in a comforting side hug, running a hand up and down your back while he placed a soft kiss on top of your head.

“glad you’re alright, sugar,” he breathed out. “don’t know what i woulda done if you hadn’t ended up okay.”

a small, genuine smile appeared on your chapped lips as you leaned against his warm body. danny had dnf’d a couple laps before your crash, and you were slightly glad. it was nice to have a friend after your unfortunate end to the race. 

“thanks, avocado,” you acknowledged, a hand coming to rest on his upper arm. the nickname stemmed from an interview he did with a kid that butchered his last name, saying avocado instead of ricciardo.

“you talk to lando yet?” danny asked, knowing your boyfriend is probably worried sick.

“yeah, spoke to him on the way here,” you answered. “he was worried sick, yelling at his team until i got on the radio. sorry you crashed out, danny. it wasn’t your fault.”

“ah i see,” he teased, knowing how much the boy loved you and worried over you. “and ‘s alright, couldn’t do anything to stop it. appreciate it though.”

you squeezed his arm before letting go, knowing he’d have to do interviews and such. “you got somewhere to be? interviews ‘n whatnot?”

danny turned his watch towards himself and swore, making you lightly chuckle. the sound of your laugh brought a smile to his face and he squeezed your arm back, his worried eyes scanning over your tired body. “you sure you’re alright? i can probably push the interviews back a few…”

waving him off with a flick of your hand, you affirmed that it was fine for him to go. he left you with another kiss to your temple and hurried off, turning around with another wave and his signature large, beaming smile. you blew him a kiss and he pretended to catch it, and you smiled fondly. your relationship with danny had always been friendly and flirty, lando never felt intimidated. a brother & sister bond is what it felt like with danny, being teammates strengthened your friendship greatly. 

sleep was calling, but the crowd and bustling people kept you up. your eyes met the tv broadcasting the race, seeing the drivers come towards their garages. red flag, you correctly assumed.

fiddling with the zipper of your fireproof suit, you couldn't do much other than stay hydrated and watch the race. a few more people came in and visited you, mostly your team, to make sure you were okay and alive.

on the uncomfortable hospital bed, you tried to catch up on sleep. as soon as your eyes closed, you heard the voice of the commentators. “the race has come to an early end. y/l/n’s crash was brutal. we haven’t heard much about her condition as of yet…” their voices faded out as you heard commotion outside of your hospital bed.

minutes later, lando came barreling in. his fireproof suit was still suited up, and his eyes immediately locked onto your worn out body.

“oh y/n,” he whispered out. lando walked closer to you and carefully wrapped his arms around you, and you could feel his body buzzing from adrenaline. 

“hi, lando,” you spoke softly, wrapping your arms around his slim torso. you could feel him hug you tighter. “they didn’t have to call off the race, y’know…i’m honestly fine.”

lando stood up straight and his eyes raked over you, similar to when daniel checked up on you. “fine my ass. you look like shit, y/n. but i’m so glad you’re okay.” his hands ran up and down yours, seemingly to calm himself and you down. “fuck the race, i had to see if you were okay.”

“just a bruised rib and-”

“and? there’s more?” lando’s concerned yet exasperated voice berated you. 

you rolled your eyes before continuing, “-and a concussion. honey, i swear, i’m fine. they gave me meds for the headache and i’ve just been in here waiting for you.” you turned your head and grabbed his hand, your lips meeting the inside of his wrist. a smile formed on your face, trying to comfort him. 

he sighed out in relief, glad you were okay. he brought you into his arms again. “i just- i don’t know what i would have done if it was worse. i’m so glad you’re okay.” you could feel him press a million kisses to the top of your slightly throbbing head. 

a few seconds passed before you spoke up, teasing clear in your voice, “you’re gonna have to apologize to your team, y’know. your yelling was quite loud, baby.” 

he groaned out dramatically and chuckled, “oh, fuck off.”

--

italics they could never make me hate you :/

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[helenaheissner]

Love During Robot Fighting Time: Chapter 12

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***

Faith

12 Months earlier

I stood with my hands jammed into my pocket, Olivia putting her hand on my shoulder and Zeke glaring at Calloway across the stage. I made eye contact with Calloway briefly while he mugged for the camera, Marty keeping him busy as he talked about how he’d ‘annihilated us.’

“-But yeah, that’s why I’m gonna win the championship this year,” Calloway said with a smug grin plastered to his stupid face. 

“You are definitely becoming a favored underdog, but so are your opponents,” Marty pointed out. “Aren’t you worried about Team Dai Gurren coming back with a vengeance?”

“No, I think one-shotting them tonight was a good indicator of the quality-gap between us,” Calloway said. 

I grinded my teeth together as the microphone was brought over to us. Olivia, bless her, took point for the interview.  “So, what happened tonight?” Marty asked. 

“Calloway definitely took us by surprise- we had no idea Polyphemus was that fast, or that it could hit that hard,” Olivia said diplomatically.

“And what about your own performance?”

“I mean it wasn’t much of a performance, was it?” Olivia said with an awkward laugh. “We didn’t get out the gate fast enough, and Calloway got a lucky shot in-”

“Cheap shot,” I said under my breath. Calloway had sprinted right for us the instant the fight started, faster than any of us were prepared for. Olivia started to swerve out of the way, but that just meant Polyphemus’ ax caught us on our right wheel axis and severed the tires clean off. Along with our break wires. We wound up careening directly into the screws, not able to stop while we got caught under it and then got counted out. 

“A lucky shot,” Olivia insisted. 

I spaced out the rest of the interview, stewing in frustration as my ill-fitting clothes swung around the body I hated. The team and I hauled our amputee victim of a bot back into the pits, where, surprise surprise, we found Calloway humming and working on his machine. 

“Hi,” he chirped. “Great fight, guys!”

“You already won, there’s no need to be passive-aggressive,” I snarled. 

“I’m not being passive-aggressive, I just had a good time,” Calloway said, furrowing his brow. He stepped forward, away from his work station and towards ours. 

Olivia stood behind me, already zoning into work. I wanted to as well, but I couldn’t get my mind off of this Calloway being a raging tool one minute and a happy little himbo the next. 

Zeke put himself between Calloway and I, grabbed Calloway by the shoulders and stared directly at him. “Dude. You’re giving off real mixed signals. Dial it back. And give us all some space. Please.”

Calloway… Blinked. Then he looked away, down at his shoes. I cocked (heh. Cock) my head in confusion while I watched the scene play out. 

“Okay,” Calloway said in a soft, quiet voice. 

“Good,” Zeke said, letting go of his shoulders and turning around. 

I watched Calloway stand there another moment. He seemed to refuse to make eye contact with me, and finally, after a moment, he turned around and went to work on his machine. 

Finally, I did the same.  

Always last to act. 

***

Now

I slid back against the surface of the wall and sobbed. I’d read the signs, because they were loud and clear even to me, so I made myself leave. I hiked around to the back parking lot and just… Just… 

I didn’t even make it back to my car before I started crying. 

He liked her. And she clearly liked him. Why the hell wouldn’t she? I certainly couldn’t blame her. The only one I could blame was myself for waiting too long. 

I thought back to the night Calloway… Kate gave us our first defeat. I still got mad about that fight sometimes, still got annoyed at myself for losing to cheap shot like that, still got annoyed at Olivia for not moving fast enough. But that wasn’t the point; the point was that… When Zeke had put himself between me and Kate, when my own girlfriend wouldn’t do the same… That was the moment I started becoming attracted to him. And looking back on it… It was probably the same for Kate.

I always waited too long. I could have come out in high school or college, transitioned younger. I could have been competing in robotics younger too. 

I could have told Zeke how I felt about him any time in the past year.

So why the hell hadn’t I? Because I wanted him to do everything for me? 

I buried my face in my hands and wept, feeling my makeup running off my visage while the warm night air of late June grew colder around me. 

“You okay?” 

I yanked my hands away from my face and looked up, where, to my horror, Olivia stood. “Do I look okay?” I said bitterly. 

“No, you look like you’re in an absolute state,” Olivia said. 

“Still not one to mince words, I see,” I said. 

“It’s part of my charm,” Olivia said. 

“Yeah. Sure it is.”

“Ouch,” Olivia winced. 

“... Sorry, I just…”

“May I sit?”

“Yeah, yeah, go ahead,” I said. 

She sat next to me on the grass pressing against the outer wall of the building. “So, are you just broken up about losing tonight, or is this about me-”

“No, to both,” I said. 

“Is it Zeke?” Olivia asked. 

“...”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” Olivia said. 

“What does?” I asked, dreading the answer. 

“You like him,” Olivia said. 

“... Am I that obvious?” I said, my chest deflating. 

“No, actually you’re not,” Olivia said. “It was just something I picked up on from the way you two have been interacting this year. Plus, you gush about him on instagram sometimes, posting pictures of the two of you together… I kinda just figured you were already dating, to be honest.”

“We’re… Definitely not,” I said. “There’s… There’s someone else. A girl named Kate. And Zeke has been spending all his time with her lately. They’re spending time together right now, actually. Getting real close and cuddled up. I made a retreat because I… Didn’t wanna be a third wheel.”

“That’s… Honestly shocking to hear,” Olivia said. 

“What, that I actually had the social intuition to make myself scarce?”

“No. Well, yes. But also, that he’s interested in someone else.”

“You’re joking, right?”

“No, I’m not. Zeke followed you around like a lovesick puppy even when he thought you were a boy. You asked him to join our team and he said yes without even having to think about it. He was instantly supportive when you came out- which is certainly more than I can say. Plus… He’s incredibly protective of you, dresses up and dances with you when you two win fights… That’s all a lot for someone who just sees you as a friend.”

I blinked rapidly, a million interactions taking on a new context as the final proverbial horse crossed the finish line. “Dammit.”

“The question, though, is- does he know you like him?”

“I… I mean I’ve never told him directly-”

“Then he doesn’t know.”

“What do you mean he doesn’t know- if it’s so obvious-”

“Because- and I feel like you already know this, but I’ll just give you a reminder- most guys who were, ya know, raised by parents, constantly get the message drilled into them that just because a girl hangs out with them doesn’t mean she’s into them romantically. And Zeke’s parents, if you recall… Well they tend to assume the worst. Always.”

“God, they really do,” I said, clenching my jaw and speaking through my teeth. 

“So, if you haven’t told him, and he hasn’t done anything that would indicate he knows… He probably just assumes you only see him as a friend. I mean, hell- does he even know you’re into guys?”

“...”

“Have you ever been watching a movie or a show together and been like ‘wow that guy is super hot?’ Just to, like, get the information out there that you’re into fellas?” Olivia asked. 

I said, “No, because he has low self-esteem and I don’t want him to feel insecure and oh goddammit he has literally no idea. The possibility that I like him back has probably never even occurred to him.”

“And this Kate girl, I’m guessing she’s a bit more on the direct side?”

“I think so, yeah,” I said, bunching my legs together and squeezing them against my chest. “She was the one who asked him out earlier this week, and she’s the one who started cuddling up to him a few minutes ago… Dammit. I just… I kept waiting for him to make the first move because it sounded so… Nice! Being the one who gets courted for once-”

“‘Courted’ wow, you really are old fashioned, aren’t you?”

“Apparently, yeah,” I said. “It just seemed… Affirming.”

“Fair enough. But you gotta admit, with Zeke specifically… That probably wasn’t the best course of action.”

I nodded. “What should I do?”

“Are you seriously asking me of all people for advice about your boy problems?” 

“... I see your point.”

“That being said, I do wanna make things up to you, given how awful I was,” Olivia said, cracking her knuckles. “Way I see it, you got two options: option one- tell Zeke how you feel, and put the ball in his court. He and this Kate girl have only started getting close to each other in the past week, that means it’s all still new enough that there’s no guarantee it will last. If you’re lucky, he sees the whole situation as a case of the girl he’s actually loved the whole time finally telling him you can be together, and he breaks it off with the girl who’s, yeah sure, new and exciting and forward, but whom he doesn’t have as strong a connection to.”

“And if I’m not lucky?” I asked. 

“Oh, he decides that you waited too long to tell him, that it’s not cool to wait until he’s found someone else to spring this on him. It’ll probably make things horrifically awkward between you two, which is, uh, not great in the middle of tournament season.”

I sighed and looked up, trying to peer through the smog and light pollution blocking out the stars. “What’s option two?”

“Do nothing,” Olivia said, standing up and facing me. “Say nothing. Keep all of this to yourself. Swallow your feelings till they go away on their own. It’ll take a while, and it will hurt, but… If you really care about him, you’ll want him to be happy on his own terms. Even if it’s with someone who’s not you. Be honest with me- are you okay with that?”

“... I wanna say yes. I really wanna say yes,” I said, my guilt and shame a dumpster fire burning inside my chest and releasing noxious fumes.  

“You need to do better than that,” Olivia said. “If you’re not sure, then you’re gonna drive yourself crazy by not telling him. Especially if she’s not a good fit for him. Do you think she is?”

“I… Also wanna say yes to that, but to be honest, me and this girl don’t have a great history. We’ve been patching things up lately but… Not a great precedent.”

“That certainly complicates things,” Olivia said. She offered me a hand up, and I took it. “But you’re smart. You’ll figure it out.”

“Thanks,” I said. “For everything.”

“Just doing what needs to be done,” Olivia said with a smile. “I should probably get back to my team, finish up repairs for the night. You take care of yourself- and let me know if you need a shoulder to cry on about all this!” 

“Will do!”

And with that, I watched her walk away from me again, but this time… I was okay with how we left things. 

I sat there a few more minutes, then wiped off my messy makeup and looped back around to the Calloway clan and the man I pined for. Kate had changed clothes- I assumed her mom had brought a dress for her and that was what she’d gone to get. She and Zeke were standing next to each other with very little spacing separating them, but at least they weren’t cuddling anymore. 

Kate leaped towards me and said, “Faith!”

“Hey,” I said, “You’re in a better mood.”

“Yeah,” she smiled, radiating a palpable warmth and giddiness, her eyes shimmering in the light of the streetlamp above. “Can I hug you?”

“Uh… Sure?” I said, wishing to God I’d said no. 

She wrapped her arms around me and giggled. “I’m trans, Faith. I’m trans!”

“Yeah, I kinda figured that,” I said. She wasn’t letting go of me, but her hug was… Not unpleasant. Her happiness was almost infectious. “Good for you.”

“Thanks. And, uh, I was wondering if you could help me with something?”

“... Depends on what it is.” Please don’t say ‘advice about Zeke’, I am begging you to say literally anything else-

“Can you help me with my voice?”

“Oh, uh… Sure. Yeah, I can do that.”

“Eeeee! Thank you thank you thank you so so so much!” she said, exuberance pouring through her and into me. She pulled away from the hug and looked me in the eyes, smiling wider than I’d ever thought possible, a smile that wasn’t a sneer or a smug grin or one that was in any way, shape, or form punchable. She was just… Happy, and pure. She was… Adorable, honestly. 

Her face was very close to mine- I don’t think she even realized it, given how bad she’d always been about personal space. But I had to admit it, she was cute, and the look Zeke was giving her told me he was thinking the same thing. 

Dammit.

[sarangbe]

[  🌹  ]  𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖚𝖑𝖌𝖎...

𝖓𝖊𝖝𝖙 𝖌𝖊𝖓 𝖘𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖔𝖓𝖊 /  LETTER SOLO— 𝖙𝖑𝖉𝖗 /  SARANG PENS A LETTER TO HIS BROTHER TO READ ALOUD IN THE INTERVIEW ROOM — EP 5 ! 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 /  HIS OLDER BROTHER, YEOM SEULGI. 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 /  WRITTEN IN ROUGHLY 𝟕𝟏𝟓 WORDS.

while he currently lives with his older brother and sees him very often, sarang sometimes thinks that he doesn’t express how grateful, and lucky, he is to have him in his life. literally all of his early memories, even the very first ones that he can recall, involve seulgi in one way or another. every time he took a fall and scraped his knees, seulgi was the one that dressed his wounds and kissed them better. whenever he was having a hard time with math homework, seulgi sat beside him and helped him work out each equation. all of his tears were wiped away by seulgi, all of his meals were lovingly made by seulgi, and seulgi was the first ever “model” he had—being a trooper while sarang draped him in old curtains, and sheets, and blankets in an attempt to make “garments” like the fashion designer he’s always dreamed of becoming. if it wasn’t for his sibling, he has no idea what kind of existence he would’ve led. it’s not secret to either of them that their parents aren’t great, and in all honesty, they’re more like devious phantoms than actual fixtures in their lives.

that, though, is for the better, and now that they’re on their own and able to freely pursue their goals, he’s never been more happy, and he wants seulgi to know that his current state of mind is all because of his love. so, as he settles down to read the letter he wrote to him, he’s ready to pour all of his heart into it—wanting the public to know that he has the best big brother in the world; that there’s genuinely no contest.

“to my big brother,” he begins, a fond smile tugging at one corner of his mouth. he’s not the type to get flooded with emotions, but he already feels warmth swelling in his chest—his eyes threatening to burn with tears, but are thankfully still dry as of now. “first of all, if i haven’t told you lately, please know that i love you so much.” sarang pauses, takes a steady breath, then proceeds. “for as long as i’ve been alive, you’ve been there to hold my hand whenever i was in need of support. whether it be giving me pep talks before going to school, or bringing me little gifts whenever i was feeling down, or nursing me back to health when i wasn’t well, you’ve always taken care of me, even when it wasn’t your job to do so.” that statement creates a lump in his throat, but he breathes through it; not wanting to get overwhelmed so soon.

“you have sacrificed so much of your life to raise me, and all i can hope is that i’m able to repay you somehow. whenever it is i can reach my goals, and make my dreams come true, the first thing on my to-do list is to ensure that you’re living as comfortably as possible; that you’re able to kick your feet up and relax after living a life that’s put so much weight on your shoulders.” a delicate frown contorts his countenance, and as he fights off the urge to become emotional, he lifts a hand and dabs away the single tear that falls down his cheek. “i know it hasn’t always been easy for you, and for us, but there’s nothing i want more than to help you carry the weight you’ve been sustaining all alone; to support you like you always support me.”

refusing to sob in front of the microphones and cameras, he remains composed as he utters the last of his letter; hoping that seulgi hears him. “thank you for everything you’ve ever done for me, and for everything you continue to do for me. i couldn’t ask for a better brother, role model, and guardian, and i’m so lucky that i get to go on life’s journey alongside you. remember, if you ever need anything from me, i’ll always be there for you, too. i love you so much. with love, your bratty little brother, ddarang.”

with that, he bows to the staff present in the room, then finds the nearest mirror to touch up his face—not wanting any of the other contestants to see him sweat.

[munsonbabes]

Hi, I’m new — I hope this is okay.

The booing of the minimal crowd felt like it could in itself knock Jessa off her ass. She sat on the stool, drumsticks in her hand but unable to move as the crowd became impatient “Hurry up!” Someone slurred loudly. She swallowed hard, wishing she could in that moment turn back time and avoid this stupid idea.

Once the nausea kicked in she put her sticks rather carefully down on the snare, giving a quick apology “I can’t, I’m sorry”, nearly tripping on the legs of the kit as she felt her chest tighten, just wanting to get the fuck out of there. It had been a hard year, a painful year to say the least after the loss of her dad, her teacher who had taught her to play — the tremendous loss leaving her with nothing but debilitating anxiety all. the. time. She figured some normality would help her, hell, pushing herself out of her comfort zone would likely cure her, right? So when Eddie mentioned his drummer was sick, she offered to play (after a lot of convincing) but now she was walking off stage, chest heaving at the vulnerability she had just put herself in, remembering her dad, wanting nothing more than for her to see him in the crowd. All those eyes on her, the other members of the band, the disappointment.

She navigates, somehow towards the bathrooms as tears fall over, her face scrunching up as she began to sob, and upon hearing a group of people behind the woman’s bathroom door, she opted for the supply closet, pushing into it brutally before stumbling onto her knees in front of a dusty shelf filled with cleaning supplies. Her hand went up over her mouth, even if it wasn’t realistic to muffle her mournful cries, and she positioned herself, back to the hard brick as she sobbed, trying to get ahold of her breathing and ground herself but it was no use. Her chest heaved, and she stared ahead at nothing as she cried, her fingers pressing into the cold hard floor. Her ears were muffled, and all she could do was exist, despite feeling totally out of control, her body reacting as it did every day, just in fucking public this time. Her panting, gasping for air was doing nothing for her, and her cries became more urgent, wanting to claw out of her body for relief as she accidentally knocked a bottle of bleach onto the floor beside her unnoticed.

(https://youtu.be/YzG69GrQdkI based lightly on this scene!)

Eddie's brow furrowed in worry as soon as Jessa apologised before running off the stage. Without any hesitation, he too quickly mumbled out an apology though he did so into the microphone. He passed his guitar to a fellow member of Corroded Coffin and rushed off after her. He didn't care if the drunken audience members were disappointed. They'd get over it. His current priority was Jessa.

It didn't take long to find her. He of course checked the women's toilets. Well, he asked someone if they had seen her in there. He wasn't going to give up though. He wanted to make sure she was okay.

He heard sobs coming from the supply closet and quickly put two and two together. He knocked on the door and called out her name before he slowly opened the door and peaked his head through. His heart broke at the sight of her crying and having trouble breathing. "Jessa?" He called out again. He crouched down in front of her, making sure that he wasn't too close to her. "Jessa? Can you look at me?" He gently asked.

// would you like to claim an emoji??

[relicta-amans]

“Which is better, Vox?”

Resolve had cooled him again. Better to not give any real answers; falsify too much and he might catch on. Or maybe not.

After all, for as much as this hurt… Vox hadn’t argued against it. A few pointed words and he had just silently accepted that. If their love was so fragile that this could sever it, maybe Alastor had made the right decision after all.

“The idea that I never even saw you as a person? That this had the ending planned? That no matter what you said or did it was always going to happen exactly like this?”

There had been the smallest of possibilities for this to have gone differently. The deal hung in the air as he walked away. All he had to do was finish this. And there was a small part of him that wished his beloved had been able to talk him out of it.

But Vox crumbled in seconds.

If he had been angrier, had torn his grip on the frequency, they would be having a very different conversation.

Alastor had slipped exactly once. Dropped the façade just to snap it fully into place. Wrenching control where he’d never fully lost it. Gripping so tightly to it that Vox’s own thoughts and feelings would have bounced back to him. All that pain that should be melting him only made him sturdy.

“Or that maybe, just maybe, this could have been salvaged. That if you had been better, stronger, competent… maybe I wouldn’t have gotten bored so easily. If I hadn’t had the chance to see what a desperate, pathetic, obnoxious, unpleasant little worm you were… maybe I’d stick around.”

The longer he stayed, the worse this would get.

“You’re a disgrace.”

And he could make up excuses for as long as he had to.

“I’m ashamed to even look at you.”

Language pulled from places that never included Vox to begin with. Arguments that Alastor heard from so long ago. Things he promised would never come out of his own mouth.

“You can rot for all I care.”

All he needed was a bottle in his hand.

Well, if he was going to go down this path, he might as well end it the same.

“Best of luck out there. I don’t know who you’re going to be without me.”

And he was gone.

—Disappearing without any room to breathe. Out of sight, out of earshot. Crashing hard against the nearest wall. Hands to his throat as he struggled to get back any semblance of control over his windpipe. The last few statements had gone directly through the microphone; he would have sobbed them otherwise.

The blood on his cheeks was new. He didn’t even notice the stitches snap. Wondering idly if Vox noticed how his smile dropped. Even if he had, it wouldn’t have mattered. Just adding to the cruelty of the moment.

A split second and—

“It’s over. Thank God, it’s over.”

—his hold fell off. He didn’t wrestle it back, just slowly pulled until it was back in his hands again.

But he was right, it was done.

HE PULLED away. alastor pulled away from vox, && that might have hurt the worst out of all of it. expression filled with what looked like disgust moments prior, every thought && every belief he once had were rocked. unstable worries && suddenly dizzy on his feet, he felt his arms pull in around himself as though he could protect his heart && soul from any further damage. the command through the frequency, a single word, hushed him entirely.

alastor was going to leave. he was ending things, he was abandoning him, just like everyone else ever had. difference was, vox had believed him. vox had no inclination he felt this way, he had been so wrapped up in his love, in the affection && being content that he couldn't see. it didn't make sense, going over every conversation he could in a short time, he couldn't see any signs. had he never felt anything for him?

' i don’t want you in my life, and i never will. '

so then he had never. right? it was the only thing that made any sense, that there had never been anything here at all, that he had been indulging vox for some reason. why would he? why did he do this? he couldn't find an answer, nothing his mind could produce && nothing the floorboards he stared down at could provide, either.

his knees hit the floor. it sent a sharp pain up his legs, but he could barely feel it. he felt very far away, like when he would watch a scene from his surveillance cameras around hell. he was watching it play out, watching alastor move further && further out, speaking aloud rather than through their connection, another way to hurt him. it hurt so badly. he was trembling, && he barely was able to turn his gaze up to him, to plead silently in expression alone, in the feelings that he could convey in simpler ways across the frequency. pain, fear, desperation. begging him not to do this, without so many words. words weren't allowed now.

it didn't stop him from trying them, but he knew now they were futile.

❝ ... why did you do any of it? you ... did you ever love me at all? was this ... was this always how it was going to end? ❞

he didn't want the answers. he didn't know what else to say, anything to keep him from opening the door, not yet, just ... every second counted, even though each one felt as though a new wound was being dug into his heart. it didn't matter. he didn't matter.

[simpforboys]

boxer

she/her pronouns

summary: y/n is with vinnie every step of the way for his big night; the boxing match

warnings: anxiety, fluff, slight angst (?), swearing

beginning is inspired by emikmr!

“owwww.” vinnie whined.

“how are you about to go into a boxing ring and complain about your hair being braided?” y/n asked as she weaved her fingers through his blond hair.

“shut up.” vinnie whispered, a goofy grin on his face. he was in one of his favorite spots, not that he would ever say it out loud. letting his head rest in between his girlfriend's thighs always cheered him up.

his hands rubbed up and down her calves as he kissed her knee gently. “stop that tickles.” she whispered.

“tickles, hm? how are you wearing jeans and saying it tickles?” he retorted her previous question.

“you can't use my own words against me.” she playfully rolled her eyes, tying hair ties on the braids.

“i can do whatever, baby.” he grinned at her pressing more kisses to her knees.

“so handsome.” she complimented, watching as he began to stand up.

“thank you.” he kissed her cheek, grabbing her hand as the ref came over.

“i'm here to explain what's going to happen and rules.” he said. maria, nate, and reggie walked over to their son.

-

“you're gonna do great, baby. i am so so so proud of you no matter what, okay?” y/n told vinnie. she could sense his nerves as he practiced his hits and dodging.

“thank you. i'm just so- i don't even know. a walking ball of anxiety?” he dropped his hands as he sat down on the couch behind him in defeat.

y/n knew exactly how he was feeling, because she was feeling the exact same. not knowing what the out come is going to be, not knowing how bad he can get hurt; scared the shit out of her. but he didn't need to hear that right now.

y/n fought back her tears as she moved to sit on his lap. his arms immediately wrapped around her as she pushed his head up to look at her.

“i love you, vincent. so much. you have been training so hard for this and i know you've got this.” she comforted him.

“i'm so lucky to have you.” he pressed his lips against hers. she kissed him back gently, cherishing the moment.

“hacker, you're up.”

-

y/n walked with reggie to their seats, their passes bouncing as they walked. “i’m so fucking nervous.” y/n let out a breath.

“me too. but no matter what, he's gonna do good.”reggie agreed.

y/n nodded when the lights dimmed softly.

fousey grabbed the microphone, coughing slightly. “things are now about to heat up. representing team tik tok in the blue corner, vinnie hacker!”

the pain theme song rang throughout the stadium as vinnie walked. he radiated this powerful energy, it was amazing to see him go from nervous teenager to this badass man.

y/n cheered and clapped loudly, as was maria, both women proud of their boy.

fousey announced deji when vinnie got settled into the ring and y/n felt her stomach turn over. her heart was pounding and she suddenly felt sick. deji looked cool as fuck.

deji arrived to the ring and the ref reminded them of some ground rules. the bell rung to signal round 1 of 5 began.

the men immediately met in the middle, deji getting some good swings and hits on vinnie. the blond got backed into the ropes as he blocked himself from getting hit.

vinnie got a good hit on deji before he got backed into the corner. deji wrapped his arms around vinnie, blocking either of them from swinging. the ref broke them up.

“oh my god, he keeps getting stuck in the corner.” y/n pointed out. the entire stadium was filled with cheers and screams.

vinnie goes to swing but deji ducked.

“fuck!”y/n groaned.

they go at it again until vinnie accidentally fell into the ropes. he looked at deji like ‘wtf?’

“did deji push him?” maria asked.

“no, i think he fell into it.” reggie said.

-

as round 2 began vinnie started hitting more shots, getting more familiar with how deji hits. vinnie was back against the ropes as he went to swing, his arm got caught.

y/n grinned as the men touched gloves once more.

the bell rung signaling the round ended. y/n watched as vinnie walked back to his corner, listening to what his trainer was telling him. she noticed how he looked around though, almost like he was trying to find someone.

the couple locked eyes as y/n smiled proudly at him. holding up 2 thumbs, she mouthed, you can do it baby.

-

round 3 started and as vinnie approached deji, he kept backing up. deji fell to his knee as vinnie backed away.

“no way.” reggie tells y/n.

deji got an 8 count before the two met again in the middle. it was obvious deji was losing momentum as vinnie got him into a corner, hitting him before the ref separated them and gave deji another standing 8 count.

y/n was screaming at the top of her lungs now, watching as vinnie took control and brought deji back into a corner. vinnie kept going at it until the ref called it.

vinnie won.

maria, nate, reggie, and y/n jumped into a big group hug. “he fucking won!” maria yelled.

y/n was sobbing, tears of happiness and from her pent up anxiety. vinnie was smiling widely as he walked around the ring.

“i told you. i told you.” vinnie said to fousey.

maria and y/n wiped their tears as vinnie talked to deji. when fousey gathered the two fighters again, he announced vinnie as the winner.

y/n's mascara was probably running now. she was beyond proud of her boy as he walked back over to deji, comforting him.

her throat hurt as she continued screaming, feeling maria bring her into a hug.

vinnie finished up his interview, jumping down into the crowd. he walked over to his girlfriend, seeing her puffy eyes and running makeup.

“why are you crying, baby?” he asked with a laugh as he brought her into a tight embrace.

“i'm so fucking proud of you.” she whispered, her voice lost as she kissed him hard.

vinnie took more praise from his family and people as they began walking backstage. y/n was holding onto her boyfriend, letting him guide everyone. her ‘team hacker’ sweatshirt was probably sweaty from all the jumping she was doing.

when they finally got a moment alone, they hugged again tightly. “you did so good. holy shit my voice.”she said.

vinnie laughed. “i love you so much, baby. i couldn't have done that without you supporting me every step of the way.” he told her, kissing her once more.

with her voice practically gone she could only show her affection through touch. “i love you, vinnie.”

“shhh, save your throat from the pain. you were cheering that loud for me?” he grinned, peppering her face with kisses.

“i have to support my boy. i always will support you.” she told him. vinnie grinned, a sparkle in his eyes.

“thank you.”

“and yes, you will get victory sex. just let my throat recover for a little.”she joked.

“yes!” vinnie threw his hands up into the air making y/n laugh loudly.

[introloves]

@virgoamajiki: hhnngggg no thoughts just boxer!bokuto fucking you senseless after seeing the other boxer he was supposed to fight that night flirting w/ u just to rile him up and throw him off his game.

— soft dom! bokuto + boxer! bokuto + mentions of harassment in the beginning + overstimulation / dumbification + size kink + comfort + praise + breath play + squirting + fluffy end + bokuto calls reader ‘puppy’ + f! reader

— word count; approx 2.6k

— part of my boxerverse! bokuto: one shot no. 1

he can’t blink back the images of you during the fight. the near deafening roars of his name all fadded into nothingness as he stalked towards his opponent- bokuto was dead set on putting him down.

the prick had really managed to get under his skin at the weigh in, picking you out- pointing directly at you and asking why you didn’t hop on over, he said you’d be better taken care of.

you’d sat there, wide eyed, clearly scared and taken back by his words. you only spared him a glance. instead turning with wide eyes at your boyfriend, now scared for the other man. frantic eyes shot up to look for his own- it was clear what you wanted, you looked scared and your face held a look that said;

“bo, please don’t.”

and usually, that look would disarm him completely- but not now- not now when he can see the way your eyes watered and lips trembled at the words.

he is sorry for not looking at you right away, sorry for not giving you the comfort you need-

but he’s not sorry for lunging over to the other side, barreling straight past staff that looked minuscule compared to his towering form. microphones clashing onto the floor with clear intent.

it’s complete chaos, bokutos manager grabbing him, holding him back down onto the seat, hissing in his ear that he’ll have a chance to go at him, “in the ring.”

you sit, dazed by the clamor and rapid snapping of cameras that bathe the two of you like a shower of pure light.

but he sits back down, hand clamped over your thigh, squeezing you, using your body as a stress ball. he can’t even look at his opponent, amber eyes focused on nothing more than your trembling knee- koutarou truly thinks he might kill him.

-

when he finally enters the ring, it doesn’t take long for the bastard to get dropped. its almost comical how short the match ends— usually bokuto would have put a little more show into it, letting him take a couple of hits before handling it, dragging it out to fluff his ego, showing everyone that he was the king, but not now.

as soon as his opponent is down, spread out on the white canvas- he steps once towards the body— pushed away by the referee in panic with the way he looms over him a little longer than necessary. the referee looking over at his teams side, shoving him back into his corner before calling the end of the match.

he lets his body get shoved into his corner, scoffing at the way the man lays there... pathetic.

bokuto doesnt even react to the roars of the crowd- walks past his team and into the locker rooms.

it feels like it takes forever to get back to you, normally you’d be at the ringside, but for this round he didn’t want you there and you not being able to do that, especially for a fight like this has you on edge. waiting for your koutarou to come home. the tension is almost suffocating when you finally hear the door slam closed.

you know hes not mad at you, thats not who the shake of the house is directed at. bokuto has always been a gentle giant with you— an overexcited, loving, and sweet giant.

he walks straight into the room, tugging off his shirt, shorts, leaving a trail of clothes as he makes a beeline right to you. there’s a deep want, need to have you, it feels like someone’s pressing down onto his chest- a tight ball of... anger and fear swirling around there.

it softens when he see’s you though, cuddled up on the bed, eyes lidded as you smile at him, welcoming him home. when he touches you, your body still warm from an almost sleep, he feels the sharp edges of anger melt away. there was no need for him to angry or scared at the words his opponent had thrown your way- he wasn’t the one about to fuck you to sleep... but the small tingle of fear and anger didn’t leave him completely.

“baby.” you murmur, hands outstretched to bring him into your space, the big body of his instantly melting down to your form, elbows perched on either side of your head- trapping you completely in.

“saw you drop him... first round.” voice heavy with lust and want, he was so strong and powerful and all yours. legs drop down onto the bed to let him in, ready for him, waiting for him.

“yeah, had to.” bokuto responds back, whispering it against your lips before he kisses you, licking into your mouth with heavy strokes of his tongue, all but tracing his name onto the front of your teeth.

“he scared you didnt he?” he growls, hissing at the way your heat wiggles to find his cock. bokuto shifts to hold the weight of his upper body on just one arm, slipping a hand down to tug your bottoms off.

“mhm.” you whimper back, gripping onto his shoulders, body jerking with every pull.

“did you see how i took care of him, pretty thing?” kou spits, pulse quickening at the wetness that meets his knuckle, trailing the back of his hand up your cunt before slipping a finger against your folds, splitting them open to briefly glance at your exposed pussy.

“fuck- course you did, thats why you’re so wet, huh?”

you cant really say anything, because he was right- seeing him knock that man out with one punch, straight to the jaw, sent heat flooding through your veins, proof of it formed in the shape of pure slick painting the outside of your cunt, between your thighs, pooling in your bottoms. its kinda silly, he knows what he does to you, knows you love watching him in his element, eyes hardened and face laxed in total concentration and an air of cockiness to him when he steps in the ring. he knows you love it, cause you’re always drooling into your panties when he comes to you after a match.

“real wet.” he marvels once more, sinking a finger all the way down to the knuckle and all you can do in response is open your legs wider, tilting yourself up to show him how ready and receptive you were for him.

“good girl.” his voice is tight and low- something like a growl with the way you move against his one finger. its enough to snap the string of self restraint he had, pure unbridled energy bouncing off him as he departs from you- just for a second, to kiss you harshly.

its a mix of tongue, spit, and teeth- strings of your passion still hanging from between the two as he leans back to look at your form, wiggling around in need of him.

its okay, he thinks, he’ll give you what you want.

and he does, doesn’t take long for him to grab the base of his thick and heavy cock, letting it slap against your cunt a couple times before squeezing the head of him inside- nice and snug. it makes him lightheaded, he cant think of anything but you- a fever crawls up his sculpted back, a need to just sink in and fuck you silly, but he wants something from you first.

“who do you belong to puppy?” he inquires gruffly, not moving an inch, watching the way you blink up at him through tears.

“w-what?” its sudden, your sweet and kind bo almost never talked like this in bed, it makes you salivate, a heat flushing down your back.

“c’mon- tell me who you belong to.” he hisses once more, splaying one of his big, strong, veiny hands across your chest, pushing down- locking you against the bed.

he still hasn’t moved, and the fluttering of your pussy down on the head of his dick makes him grunt- muscled stomach tensing with each one. he comes back to you- a little softer in the way his words sound, carrying that sweetness you know and love.

“please, tell me you’re mine.” he whispers, moving the hand that had you pinned down up towards your neck, rough callouses rubbing against the soft and sensitive skin there.

its a juxtaposition of kind, vulnerable words mixing in with the harsher movements of his strong hand curling against your airway, frantic in the need to hear it from you.

you know what he needs, and you’re more than happy to comply, wanting nothing more than to make him feel better. your hand moves up to wrap around his wrist, pulling him in close, eyes burning with hot tears forming there at the lack of blood- but you continue, till the next words are all but hissed, high and tight.

“yours, i’m all yours koutarou, my king.”

there isn’t anything he could have done to prepare for that, he stutters, chokes on the lust heavy in his chest, he feels like there’s molten want dripping down his veins- swirling into a tight ball at the pit of his stomach.

all he can do is rear back, hips lifting off you, popping the head of him out and you nearly whine, nearly ask him whats wrong before he slams down in one hard and desperate stroke, catching the skin of your cunt harshly, but its okay- there would have been no way you’d survive in a relationship with him if you didn’t like a little pain.

when his hips make contact with your cunt, puffy lips giving him cushion- he grinds down, smashing your clit down against his pubes.

eyes shut tight, a choked sob tumbling from your lips in response, head teetering back onto the bed.

“koutarou! fuck! fuck!” words high and staccato-ed are echoed out into the room, he feeds off the broken syllables of his name tumbling from your lips.

he looks at you while he squeezes his fingers against the thrum of your quickened pulse underneath his hand- watching your eyes roll back, the whites of them on clear display as lips part, a silent scream painted onto the moments of your face-

the bed groans, creaks with each crushing thrust he gives you, drilling you down into the bed.

“keep saying my name puppy, keep saying it.” he grunts looking at you with a feverish and concentrated gaze, affected in how well you stroke his ego, chest feeling incredibly full, the prickle of his orgasm starts, but there was /no/ way he’d come before his baby.

the hand that wasn’t wrapped around your throat sweeps down your arching body until his thumb finds your twitching clit- immediately pressing down on it with enough force that his thumb turns white. it rips a scream straight from the center of your chest and your body starts seizing up.

he huffs out a laugh when he sees the way your hips cant up off the bedding- it nearly pushes him back, but he stays unwavering, following the movement of your spasming body.

“koutarou!” his name leaves your mouth in the form of a wail while he batters your cunt, you don’t even know you’re moving the way you are- hands falling to rest pitifully against your head.

“ah- that’s my girl.” bokuto beams, seeing the splash of your cum arch all the way up to hit his tummy- abs glistening with every contraction as his hips drill into you- he gives in, taking the thumb that had been squeezing your clit down onto your body and sticking it into his mouth, watching you with lidded eyes as he licks the cum off his hand, all while keeping your neck pinned down and chasing the frantic movements of your hips.

there’s no immediate reaction from you when he picks up your legs- weak with the strain you’ve put them under, and folds them up to your chest.

the only thing you do is intake a lungful of air, dazed eyes looking up at him- not knowing how he got so close to your face.

it’s the first slap of his heavy balls against your ass that makes you come back from it all-

“p-please!!” you cry, eyes wide. the force of him still pistoning into you makes your body bounce off the shaking bed, and thanks to the squirting orgasm he fucked out of you with his thick cock- building a near searing sensitivity into the walls of your cunt and clit, you cum once more. it’s the final break into a headspace that has you twitch and flail your legs, wiggling against the hold of his arms.

“yeah- good girl.” bokuto grits out, a bead of sweat drips off his face onto your own, and thankfully- it’s what he needs to cum. his eyes are frantic as he watches you- swollen lips, face turned relaxed as you squeeze down around him, looking like the image of fucked stupid.

with the a final resounding smack of his hips into you, his cock jumps, swelling, growing snug inside you before he dumps an almost obscene amount of cum into you.

small twitches of your body lets him know you feel it, his head falls down to land against your chest, keeping you folded as he grits his teeth.

it takes rapid, hard blinks of his eyes to not let tears fall down onto his face. he’s shaky as he finally sits back up, making sure to bring your thighs down gently.

“kou-“ you choke out, looking for him-

he responds by finding your limp hands, still lying up by your head- slotting thick fingers and broad hands into your own.

“‘m right here.” koutarou nearly wheezes out, still reeling from an orgasm that he can still feel.

“that felt good.” your voice is airy and sweet- pitchy and laced with love.

for the second time that night- he laughs, shaking his head while he slips his softened cock out of you.

he picks you up, scooping your trembling form into swollen muscles- keeping you nice and tight against a hard torso.

“you make me feel good.” he whispers into your hair, not caring about the trail of hot cum that leaks out of your fucked out cunt, trails of it running down his leg while he places you on his chest, laying the both of you down.

holding you tight like this, sweat mingling together, residue of cum and tears painting eachothers bodies- he knows there was nothing he should have ever been worried about.

he didn’t have to worry about protecting or loosing you- bodies intertwined, locked into one another proved that you took care of him, gentle hands tracing your name onto the skin of his chest.

“i’m all yours koutarou.” you whisper, nearly falling into the heaviness of sleep.

he once again blinks back the need to cry- he could take all the punches in the world, not even blink, but he was so weak for you.

“yeah... i’m all yours too.” his voice is tender, shaky with emotion, arms squeezing around you tight.

he really was.

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“Joder, joder, joder!”//fuck fuck fuck//, Claire exclaimed hearing the male screaming so close, her heavy breathing hitting the microphone. “You ask for my trust when you lock me up? Brilliant idea, guapo!”, she said sarcastically, her eyes begging to see again. “Why did I even let you take care of our places? You had to pick Hearts, gilipollas!//dumbass//”. The woman breathed in, trying to compose herself after letting her frustration out. “Okay”, she raised her voice again, almost like an animal who was growling out of being cornered. “Let’s do this. But if you let me fall, I’ll come back and haunt you. I swear to you, even if I end up like lion’s food, you won’t sleep peacefully ever again. Understood?!”.

There went the first platform. At his order, Claire jumped forwards, a high pitched scream escaped her throat as both of her flats landed with a slapping sound against the hard metal. “HOW MANY MORE?!”, she asked him as she tried to recover her breath within the adrenaline rushing through her veins. “Don’t tell me to jump again yet for fuck’s sake, I’m still dizzy from the change of position, ¡no sé ni dónde hostias estoy, cabrón!//I don’t know where the fuck I am, cabrón!//”, Claire growled again, her hand went up to wipe the sweat on her cleavage. “Okay... when do I jump now?”

And there went the next one. His instruction and the audible loud metalic grinding giving her enough confidence to try it again and again to the third one. However, once she reached a new one, her surroundings became more chaotic. The space was filled with more screaming and reckless roaring. “What’s happening? Why are so many of them falling?!” It was then when she heard something odd coming from the headset.  “Chishiya... what’s that liquid sound?”. It didn’t take long for the woman to put two plus two together. Whatever was happening inside the booths was making the players betray the ones on the platforms for them to win the game on their own. “Chi-shiya...?”, the woman asked, the fierce tone of her voice dying. Even if she had visioned them winning together, her own panic kicked in stronger, blinding her intuition, which perhaps was more powerful than her eyes.

The new instruction to jump came but this time the metal grinding was not audible. The delay on responding felt like an eternity but the actual four seconds  longer that it took to do so were enough to jump wrongly. The only thing preventing her from falling entirely towards the hungry pack was the impact her forearms made against the platform which allowed her to hang from it like the edge of a hill. Claire screamed, her legs balancing in the air as she hold onto the platform for her life, the flat surface not offering something she could even grip. 

“CHISHIYA!”, she screamed, hyperventilating in total darkness. “HELP ME!”, she sobbed, wondering if he was actually going to take the chance and get rid of her as the ‘distraction’ she was. “Te lo juro, voy a tomar esa piedra y te la voy a meter por el culo si me dejas caer!”//I swear to you, I’m going to grab that stone and I’m going to shove it up your ass if you let me fall// It wasn’t the most intelligent thing to say given the circumstances she was in but at this point she couldn’t rationalize a single thing

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Premonition

Continuing from here

"Oh there you are!", Claire yelled at the window after Chishiya spoke his monologue but after a few seconds, his words actually got to the rational part of her brain and she realized that not only he had taken care of setting them together in a game but also he hadn't gone to the security cameras room to join Kuina. Ohterwise, he'd have seen his documents piled up on the desk.

The feminine hand that was reaching down to her flat stopped mid-way at the understanding. "Consider yourself lucky this time. But if you dare lock me up again, I won't throw a shoe at you. I will kick your ass."

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The night came and with it the journey to the arena. Claire didn't know if it was a good sign that the military were not in the same car or if they arranged the easiest game for themselves and had left these poor people, including them, to risk it all at the hardest one. But she trusted that Chishiya knew what he was doing.

During the twenty minutes it took to get there by car, Claire sat next to Chishiya in silence. Her mind was begging her to keep screaming at him with insults and threats but her gut told her that she was externalizing her emotions like that because she couldn't actually follow through the fire in her belly. So the woman only threw some discreet glances at him when he wasn't directly watching her and as she breathed the same air as him, she wondered how it'd feel for the tip of her nose to brush that dimple on his cheek. How it'd feel to let go of every prohibition before they risked their lives.

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All 20 players have entered the game. Registration complete. Game: Hopscotch. Difficulty: 6 of hearts.

Rules: Each player will team up with a partner so that there are 10 couples.

Each player will put on one of the headsets presented on the table.

One player from each couple will go to the fifth floor to place themselves on one of the square platforms. The other player will enter one of the booths on this floor. You will have 5 minutes for this task.

Once properly located, the player inside the booth will guide the partner on the platform to hop onto the different moving platforms, 10 in total, to reach the end of the path where the player will find a stone. Once the player picks up the stone, it's game clear for the couple.

If the player on the platform decides not to keep hoping till the end of the path, it's game over for the player in the booth and game clear only for them.

If the player in the booth misguides the player on the platform and they fall, it's game clear only for them.

Both players can win if the player on the platform reaches the stone before the time's up.

This time Claire fixed her eyes on Chishiya with a worried expression on her face. "Hearts? Really?", she asked him as if scolding him for what he did with the tickets. The woman took a headset to put it on. It covered her ears and her eyes like a pair of goggles, and it had a tiny microphone attached to it. "I do well with heights and physical things so... I guess I'll be the one hoping up there. You, on the other hand, take care of being locked up".

When the woman reached one of the platforms on the fifth floor, she was still wondering why the difficulty of the game was so high if she could clearly see the rest of the platforms. Each square seemed to reach her own for five seconds and then move away for another ten till it came back again. But after all the players were placed on the similar platforms nearby and the countdown popped on the end of the path like a colorful letter, she understood why. The floor underneath her suddenly parted in two halfs like the doors of a cage. And down there, the hungry eyes of a pack of lions. Then, her goggles were covered abruptly by black lenses, blinding her entirely.

She gasped out loud as her whole sense of orientation vanished and all she could feel was Chishiya's breathing in her ears. "Chishiya... can you still see? I can't see anything!", she let out agitated, her toes trying to grip the floor of the square where she was on, afraid of giving a wrong step and falling into the void.

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