#hush now karma

[jackhues]

karma - auston matthews

notes: this is based off of @matthewshisch's idea (karma is the guy on the leafs)! so s/o to her <3 also, reader is a singer :)) AND gif not mine !

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being a celebrity meant that no matter what, one thing would always be a fixed thing in your life. and that was the rumours.

one week you were dating a new guy. the next, you were engaged to some kid from your hometown. the next week, you were back with your ex.

no matter what, the dating rumours always flew around you. maybe the fact that you never made it public with anyone fuelled those even more. whatever the case, it was funny reading them.

especially when you thought about what you had planned for tonight.

a knock sounded on your door, followed by a familiar voice, "did someone order some flowers?"

you couldn't help the smile growing on your face as you made eye contact with auston in the mirror.

you were in your dressing room at the stadium, getting ready for the opening night of your multi-month tour. you'd worked hard to get to where you were now -- one of the most successful female artists in the world.

and right there by your side, supporting you for the past year, was none other than auston matthews, your boyfriend. you'd met at a leafs game years ago, but he'd only reached out to you just over a year before. ever since then, the two of you kept your relationship under wraps for the most part, doing your best to just enjoy your time together without the media's comments.

you'd talked about going public before, but for the most part, decided to let life take it's course. of course... tonight would be a pretty big surprise.

"hi, you made it," you got up from your chair, sinking into his arms for a hug.

"i wouldn't miss this for the world," he responded, placing a kiss to the top of your head. "it's my girl's big day. first tour in almost three years. nothing's gonna stop me from being here."

you grinned stupidly to yourself, finding auston's words so comforting and sweet. even after a whole year, he managed to make you feel giddy.

"i'm really happy you're here," you whispered, pulling away. "oh! i've got a surprise for you, but i can't give it to you right now. i'll give it after, okay?"

"a surprise for me?" auston repeated. "it's your day."

"hush, i wanted to do it," you said.

another knock sounded on your door, and your assistant, jenny, poked her head in. "y/n, we've got to start in ten. let's go. auston, mark's got your seat saved. head over quick, or someone'll spot you."

"that's not a big deal," auston waved it off. "if someone spots me, they spot me. it's not the end of the world."

"well, fact remains, we need y/n right now," she said. "c'mon, you can have her back when she's done her show."

"i'll see you soon," you kissed auston, before following jenny out to your position.

you adjusted your earpiece, waiting for the lights to dim. as soon as they did, the platform you were standing on moved higher, allowing you to enter directly on stage.

the lights turned back on, and the crowd went wild.

"let the show begin," you whispered to yourself.

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"'cause karma is the thunder," you sang, "rattling your ground. karma's on your scent like a bounty hunter. karma's gonna track you down."

the crowd waved their flashlights in the air, following you as you continued dancing to the beat of the song, singing along. getting closer and closer to the surprise you planned for auston.

"step by step from town to town," you continued. "sweet like justice, karma is a queen. karma takes all my friends to the summit..."

you paused for half a second, allowing production to ready themselves and for the crowd to pay attention to the small change.

"karma is the guy on the leafs, coming straight home to me!"

you stomped on the mark, blue sparklers going off on either side of the stage -- matching with the colour of your dress and the leafs' colours.

the crowd screamed as you continued your performance, losing their minds at the confirmation that you and auston were dating.

"cause karma is my boyfriend," you locked eyes with auston in the crowd, noticing him smiling widely to himself as people nearby recorded the interaction. winking at him, you continued your song, "karma is a god."

the crowd continued chanting throughout the song, no one truly getting over the lyric change you'd done.

you had a feeling there were gonna be rumours about this for a while.

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Kageyama lets out a sigh. He wants things to work out so badly. He’s not sure what he did, but he knows it’s all his fault.

His crush walks back into the room and sits back down. “Sorry for taking so long.” Kageyama puts his phone down next to him. "No, it’s fine. You didn’t make me wait a lot.” They smile. “That’s good.��

Kageyama's cheeks flush as he struggles to ask, “Do you have any hobbies?” They look at him, surprised. “Do I have hobbies?” “Y-Yeah.” They think for a moment. "Mm, not really, no.” “Oh.” Kageyama scratches his cheek. “What do you like?” “Like what?” Kageyama's face grows even redder. “I don’t know. What do you like to do overall?”

They laugh, “Well, I like talking to you.” His heart bursts. “I’m not into volleyball that much, but it’s interesting watching you play.” Kageyama could faint right now. He takes a breath and looks away from them. “I like talking to you too.” His cheeks are burning. Kageyama slowly turns his head towards them.

He’s surprised to see his crush’s flustered face. They place their hands on their cheeks, rubbing them slightly, almost like that’ll get rid of the pink color. “Thank you.” They say it in a hushed tone. Kageyama looks the other way. The two sit there with flushed faces, but the silence is comforting.

They just got closer.

“Um,” His crush speaks up. “We should continue. I don’t want to waste your time.” Kageyama clears his throat. “R-Right.” They smile and open one of the textbooks. Kageyama continues to stare at them. He loved how calm they were in every moment they had.

Their soft gaze and delicate aura that lingered around them. They’re so focused and always on task. Don’t get him started on how pretty their eyes are. They’re so nice and kind that Kageyama is convinced they’re an angel from heaven.

“Kageyama?” He snaps back to reality. Their head was tilted a little. “Is there something on my face?” Kageyama nervously shakes his head. “N-No. Sorry, I thought I saw something. “Oh okay.” They smile and look back at the textbook in hand.

Kageyama grabs his own book and opens it to a random page. A wobbly smile appears on his face. ‘That wasn’t so bad.’

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[league-of-sam]

Don't Be Shy | Konig x Reader

Kӧnig x TF141 x AFAB!Reader

PART ONE

Summary: Transferred against your will to a new task force to calm a troubled soldier, you felt way in over your head - especially when you came face to face with a 6'10" mountain of Austria. 18+ MINORS DNI! t.w // angst, mental health, language, violence, human trafficking, death, sexual themes/SMUT, military inaccuracies, language inaccuracies (google translate).

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You'd been the new kid on the block, over and over again.

Late to training, late into the 141, and now, late into Task Force KorTac with a very special, and very specific mission.

A mission that was built for you.

A mission that required the utmost professionalism.

A mission that required somehow pulling a 6’10” brick shithouse out of his own head and into a team - but you didn’t know that, yet.

Oh, and fuck, did you protest it. Over and over and over again. It had taken you months to settle with the 141 boys, and now you were being shipped off, away from your family.

“You’re really good at that, uh, the empathy shit.” Price had said, placing a warming hand on your shoulder.

“I’m a soldier, Price. And you know how much I struggle around new people.” You spoke, the latter half of the sentence said in a hushed tone.

“Yes, but you’re good at, ya know, feeling." He replied, fingers lifted to place air quotes around the word, "You got Ghost to come out of his shell!”

At that moment, your lieutenant entered the room, making his way over at the mention of his callsign.

You rolled your eyes, “Okay, so send him! Lord knows he needs the practise.”

“Watch ya mouth, little one.” Ghost said, stepping next to you.

“Just because you’re a foot taller than me does not mean you get to bully me for it, Simon.”

Despite what people thought about the giant, skull-mask-wearing man, he was soft and caring; the relationship you had built together was that of siblings, and he had your back more than any ordinary brother would.

Ghost’s eyes were dark under his mask, but you knew he was smirking, “Not my fault you’re a short arse.”

“Yet I’m still a better sniper than you.”

“No, you bloody well aren’t-”

“Children! Please…” Price interrupted the sibling-like bickering; fingers pinched on the bridge of his nose. “If we could focus on the task at hand?”

Ghost poked your side, mumbling, “Yeah, (Y/L/N), focus on your task.”

“Go have Soap suck your dick some more, sounds like you need to relax.” You mumbled back.

Your retort had Ghost choking, the sharp intake of air he made as his head whipped to look at you causing him to cough relentlessly. Price shook his head, waving him off to sort himself out.

It wasn’t exactly a secret within the team that there was something a little less savoury going on with your lieutenant and Sergeant MacTavish, especially when the latter would constantly confide in you about his crush.

Especially, after what had happened with Hassan and the missiles.

But, thanks to your meddling, you had been able to get Ghost to open up, and it seemed like the two were much happier.

Not that you’d dare make a comment about it in front of anyone but Price and Ghost himself.

You valued your life, thank you very much.

And as much as Ghost loved you like a sister; he would absolutely kill you.

As Ghost walked away, you shot him the sweetest smile you could muster, resulting in him throwing you the finger.

“Look, you’re the only one I think can get through to him, kid. The task force needs you.” Price continued.

“I applied to be here, sir. I worked damn hard to make it onto the 141.”

He sat you down, taking your hands in his, “This isn’t permanent. I promise, we’ll be here waiting when ya get back, because I want to work with this guy. He’s bloody good, so I need you to make sure he can play well with others."

You sighed heavily, the weight of responsibility and leaving your family crushing your shoulders, "And you are my best sniper., Karma.”

Price had whispered that last part, for your ears only, a smirk across his bearded lips. You smiled widely, a giggle falling from your mouth.

It felt good to get that recognition from your superior.

He wasn’t wrong; the reason you made it onto the 141 in the first place was your incredible skill as a marksman…well, markswoman. You’d earned the call sign Karma from Soap, who watched you in a training drill he ran.

You’d been perched up high, completely hidden, and any enemy that your team missed in combat, you cleaned up, never missing a shot. Like the saying goes, if you can’t get ‘em, karma will.

It was also suitable for those who underestimated you. Every person you’d gone up against in hand-to-hand training doubted your abilities due to your smaller frame, but fuck, did you prove them wrong every time.

Broken noses here.

Fractured limbs there.

You were Karma, and no one messed with you.

“So, think you can do this for me?” Price said.

“Affirmative, sir.”

“That’s my girl.”

With that, you walked, albeit with a little sadness, back to your quarters, packing a duffle of your things. Price had said you’d only be away for a couple of months tops, depending on how the mission went.

At the car, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and the rest of the 141 were there to say goodbye, all of them giving you a squeeze as they wrapped you in their arms.

“You be good, alright?” Ghost had whispered in your ear, “See you when ya come home.”

“It almost sounds like you’re gonna miss me, Lt.” You quipped, and he rolled his eyes.

“I’m sure you’d like to believe that.”

“He’ll miss ye, bonnie.” Soap cut in, lifting you off the ground, “As will I. Don’t forget me in the excitement of the big bad KorTac boys, will ya?”

“I could never, Soap. You’re my number one!”

With one final wave and various counts of love you’s, you were stuffed into the car with Price and Laswell, the two of them escorting you personally.

Your heart hung low as your team got smaller and smaller behind you, but you were honoured to have been sought out by another team.

KorTac.

Didn’t quite have the same ring to it as 141, but it’d do.

The journey was short from the training camp in London, as you were dropped off at Heathrow, where a private chopper awaited you. From there, you were shipped off to a covert facility in the mountains of Hungary.

The scenery was beautiful, but your nerves bubbled up inside you.

With a silent nudge from the pilot, you were shoved out of the chopper, greeted by several members of your new team.

“Sergeant (Y/L/N), yes?” the man said, a heavy Hungarian accent lacing his words.

“Uh, yeah, that’s me. Sergeant (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” You stuck your hand out, “But you can call me Karma, whatever suits.”

“Fender.” the man said, shaking your hand, “I run things here at KorTac. This is my second in command, Roze.”

A woman stepped forward from behind him, also taking your hand in hers, “We’re honoured to have you here, Karma. Heard a lot about you.”

“Well, I’m honoured that you guys wanted me.”

The pleasantries continued until you were being guided to their facilities, being allowed to drop off your bags before rushing to the tactical room, where the rest of the team was waiting for your arrival.

You were introduced swiftly, barely remembering anyone’s names before you were guided once again to another place, ending up in Fender’s office. He offered you a seat, sitting opposite at his desk.

“So, what exactly did Captain Price tell you of your purpose here?”

“Not a lot, really. He mentioned that I was needed because you have a soldier here that needs…help? And that there was a mission coming that required my particular skill.”

“Ahh, yes. That would be Kӧnig…” he sighed, pulling out a file and dropping it in front of you.

You opened the file, to find a picture of a man, a sniper hood that you recognised adorning his face. Scanning the information, you found that he was Austrian, joining the task force here through the KSK, basically being used as a front man for the teams on-ground.

“Kӧnig has…issues. He came here wanting to be a sniper, but, as you’ll see when you meet him, his physical attributes do not allow it. He didn’t take that well, but he excels as part of the contact team.”

“So, what exactly is the problem?”

Fender sighed, leaning forward in his chair, “He seems to have some problems with anxiety. I was informed that you used to suffer with such issues but were able to overcome them.”

You scoffed a little, “So, I’m here to be a glorified babysitter?”

You felt bad for this Kӧnig.

You couldn’t imagine wanting nothing more than to be a sniper and then have it taken away from you because of your physicality.

That would fucking suck.

“We just need someone to calm him, teach him control. A lot of the other team members are so scared of him they can barely stand being in the same room.”

“Arseholes…” you whispered under your breath, “That’s hardly fair, sir. By the looks of things, he is an essential member of this team.”

“That maybe so, but I can’t have my soldiers acting that way off the field. Unfortunately, if you cannot help him, he will no longer be welcome on any task force.”

You shook your head in disbelief.

How fucking unfair.

Before you could say anything, the office door opened. You stood to greet Roze but gasped slightly at the giant shadow behind her.

Stood in front of you, was a complete mountain of a man.

He had to duck down considerably to make it through the doorframe. Every single inch of him was huge. Ghost used to make you feel intimidated and tiny, but this…this was fucking ridiculous. Kӧnig had to have been at least 6’10”, and the size of his muscles would put both Ghost and Soap to shame.

Truly, this was a big, big man.

Oh, you thought, the sniper hood stayed on?

“Ah, Kӧnig, there you are. Thank you, Roze, you may go.”

“Sir.” She nodded, smiling to you before leaving the room and shutting it behind her.

“You wanted to see me, sir?” Kӧnig spoke, barely sparing you a glance as he addressed his superior. A thick accent tainted his English, but he was well-spoken.

Fender stood, moving around the desk to the two of you, “Yes. This is Karma, she’s the new addition to the team, and will be your new…partner, as such.”

“Uh, p-partner, sir?”

Fender nodded.

“Hi.” You spoke, a soft smile on your features as you stuck out your hand for him to shake. “I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N), but you can call me (Y/N/N), or Karma, whatever you like really.”

Your hands shook from nervousness as you rambled on.

New people always made you anxious, but this…this was intense.

Was it the accent?

The sheer size of him?

You couldn’t tell if you were intimidated, anxious, or frankly, maybe even a little turned on.

“Kӧnig.” He grunted but refused to meet your hand.

It hung in the air for an embarrassing amount of time, causing you to clear your throat as you lowered it, heat rising to your cheeks.

Yeah, this guy’s people skills were shite.

“Uh, right. Pleasure to meet you.” You finally said in an effort to shake off the awkwardness.

With that, Fender led the two of you back out, and towards the training centre. As you passed various soldiers, many of them looked to you, whispering.

By now, stares and such were just water off a duck’s back for you. Being part of the infamous 141 always brought a lot of unwanted attention. But that didn’t mean it didn’t make you uncomfortable, nonetheless.

Kӧnig, on the other hand, walked slightly behind you and Fender, his eyes not leaving the back of your body. He was used to the stares and whispers, the team never failing to make him feel like a freak of nature on the daily.

But he didn’t care at this moment.

He was fascinated by you.

The bright pink slivers of colour that peaked out from beneath the rest of your hair intrigued him; he was sure that went against regulation. You were also so sweet and tiny, the sniper rifle strapped to your back was almost as big as you were.

So, you were a sniper.

Why the fuck would Fender pair him with a sniper? Like he didn’t get mocked enough!

And now here you were, walking around with your head held high, like you fucking owned the place.

His own personal fucking babysitter.

The more he looked at you, the more his heart filled with rage, gloved fists balling at his sides.

[reidsrambles]

Something More and Second Chances

Chapter 1

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader // Second chance

Description: You're stunned when your former friends with benefits shows up at your new job—and nearly a decade after you ghosted him. It turns out, he works in the same building, and he definitely hasn't forgotten about you. Will your apologies be enough? What happens if he does forgive you? Does time truly heal all wounds? (Content/Warnings below the cut)

Content/Warnings: [18+ MDNI], smut, friends with benefits, oral sex (F receiving), PIV sex, condomless sex, IUD birth control, mention of abortion (in the context of being on the same page prior to sex), riding, soft dom M, praise kink F.

This fic is quite emotionally heavy, and both Spencer and Reader delve deep into past traumas. None is current. If any of these topics may be triggering or upsetting to you, please skip this one: child abuse, child abandonment, attachment issues, foster care, adoption, CPS, bullying, trust issues, mental health issues, misunderstandings, ghosting, and Reader mentions that she possibly committed emotional infidelity in the past, thinking about Spencer while with another partner.

A/N: This is my (very late) fic for @imagining-in-the-margins's FWB challenge! Life's been a bit crazy lately. Your girl now has a boyfriend who takes up a lot of her time. 🥹👉👈

Names used: Baby, good girl

Words (this chapter): 1,706

Words (total): 12,462

There’s only one person you had hoped to never face again in this lifetime, and he’s standing a mere twenty feet in front of you.

You hear him before you see him. His laugh echoes off the walls of the large, airy library, and the normal hushed murmur goes silent in response. Working the front desk today, you have nowhere to hide. 

A flush sweeps across his cheeks as he scans the room. A few people at tables nearby lift their heads but lower them just as quickly. Nobody can be bothered to care. Nobody except you.

As you wait for his gaze to fall upon your face, time lags to a snail’s pace. An inescapable cataclysm of fate. 

This must be punishment for some unspeakable crime committed in a past lifetime. Or maybe this is just karma biting you in the ass? It has to be. How else could he be here? This place is locked down like Fort Knox. 

He bounces on his feet, looking at the floor. Left, right, left, right. He was never that good at staying still, especially when nervous. An FBI badge dangling from his belt loop catches your attention as he shifts. A firearm is holstered at his hip on the other side of his body.

He belongs here. 

“Okay, Garcia. Well, I just got down here, so I’ll call you back once I find it,” he says quietly. 

Realization crosses his face as soon as his eyes land on you. The thump of the kick drum in your chest rattles your body, and everything in your peripheral fades until all that exists is him.

He presses his lips together and slides his cell phone into his pocket.

The last time you saw those lips, you traced the crease of his dimple with your finger, without hurry. Early morning sun. His sleepy smile. He was so happy. The soft, thin cotton bed sheet draped over your naked bodies, and Spencer looked at you like you were his everything; his worshipping stare turned you translucent. 

The light caught his face, and the blue-green of his eyes glistened with an auric sheen. As you watched the dance of color, a vice grip tightened around your rib cage. In that one brief moment, something clicked within you. 

How hadn’t you seen it before? 

A newfound clarity painted him maroon. A flag waved in warning. That was the morning you left without another word. That was the morning you had to accept that, for his sake and yours, you’d never be able to see Spencer Reid again.

This has to be some sick joke. 

You snap out of your daze and look at the new Academy recruit standing in front of the desk, still patiently waiting for an answer to his question. “I’m so sorry about that. I had completely lost my train of thought,” you laugh, trying to maintain your professionalism. 

“So, on the lower level,” you continue briskly, “is the law library. That’s where you’ll find law books, periodicals, and any government documents. Those have to be used in-library, though, and you can’t check them out. Older, more sensitive documents—and anything requiring special authorization—are kept in climate-controlled, locked storage, so you’d have to inquire with one of us regarding any of those items. The 2nd floor is where we keep any books designated for leisure reading. Other than that, if you need help to locate anything, you can come ask me or any of my colleagues.” 

Wow. Practicing that little spiel in the mirror like the dweeb you are did actually help.

You beam a smile at the kid, no older than his early-20s. To your relief, he thanks you and walks away. 

You don’t have to wonder if Spencer recognizes you. He hasn’t looked away yet.

The library’s front desk is a stocky, rectangular enclosure, dwarfed by the grandeur of the sunlight-soaked atrium. The large skylights battle it out with the building’s air-conditioning, and even though it’s a cool fall day, you have to continuously blot the dampness from your forehead to save your makeup. Suddenly, you’re far too warm for your usual blazer, though. You stand and drape the jacket over your office chair.

Still warm as an oven, you pass behind your coworker, Sarah, the other librarian working the front desk with you today, and place a hand on her shoulder.

“I’m going to be right back. Can you cover for me for a few?” you whisper. 

“Only if you cover for me later so I can get an extra smoke break in,” she says, not bothering to look away from the email she’s writing.

You shake your head. “Sure, whatever. Fine.” 

A half door built-in to the large, rectangular desk is all that separates you from the rest of the library. You walk, but Spencer remains parked until you look at him, finally acknowledging him. You jerk your head to the side, gesturing for him to follow you, and his feet finally start. 

Ironically, you met Spencer in a library. Loving parents funded your English Lit degree and living expenses—not that you ever lived anything but frugally. All through undergrad, you worked in the university’s library, pushing your little book cart around and putting things back where they belonged. All your paychecks went straight into a savings account. Your parents would eventually tire of you, and you’d be left high and dry, you’d assumed, though you never let that thought escape your subconscious.

“Who’s the lanky nerd in the corner?” your new 18-year-old, first-year coworker whispered far too loudly. She had a bad habit of being extremely blunt, you’d quickly learned. 

“I don’t know,” you shrug. “He’s been here most days either working or reading. Doesn’t seem to have any friends. Joann said he’s some freaky genius on his 3rd PhD, but he always puts his own books back, so I’ve never had to deal with him.” You grabbed another book and returned it to its home on the shelf, hoping that if you didn’t look her way, she’d drop the conversation. Quietly escaping into your own thoughts while shelving was your respite. It was serenity… Until she showed up.

“Hey, freaky genius guy,” she whisper-yelled, somehow getting his attention, “my coworker thinks you’re cute!” 

Yeah, she only lasted two weeks in that position before the librarians had enough of her antics.

You mouthed an angry and confused “What the fuck?” to her before going to apologize. He was so awkward, but he did try to keep the conversation going. An enigma. Maybe the loner didn’t want to be so lonely? In regular chats, you learned a bit more about the guy. Though, on the surface, you had very little in common, you and Spencer ended up being better matched than previously thought, and you became fast friends. 

The conversation shifted from classic literature to niche science topics that shouldn’t have interested you, but his passion was infectious enough to capture you. He taught you how to play chess, and you’d sneak over to his table mid-shift to get a few turns in at a time. You always lost to him, but you liked the challenge and started skimming chess books at the library for different plays. One day, he related something in the conversation to Star Wars. When you admitted to never having seen any of them, it led to the first of many movie nights at your place. He showed up with his personal copy of A New Hope and a big bag of popcorn.  

Those horrid two weeks of babysitting the coworker were good for something, at least. It was strange, but nice, to have a friend.

Beep, the card reader chimes. The green light flashes, and you push into an empty conference room of the library. Spencer follows you inside, putting a solid five-feet of distance between you.

“Hi,” is all you say. The forced chirpiness of your customer service voice is on its last legs, only a single word into this conversation. A trip to the gynecologist for a pap smear would be more fun than a conversation with a man whose heart you smashed into a million pieces like a fucking coward. 

Spencer gestures to the badge on your lanyard with a flick of his head. “You, uh—work here?”

Taking the badge between your fingers, you quickly examine it. Your mugshot-esque headshot and the required stone-cold expression are in direct contrast to the radiant smile and cheery disposition you paint on while at work. You’ve seen FBI badges on TV and in the movies, and even though yours signifies you belong to the Library and Information Services department, it still feels odd to be wearing it.

“I do, yeah. Just started two weeks ago, actually.”

He nods, rocking back and forth on his heels. Your performative amiability slips from your grasp. False pleasantries won’t work with Spencer.

“Look,” you add, “we don’t have to interact after this, if you don’t want to. One of the other librarians can help you or check you out when you stop by, if that makes you more comfortable.”

“You’re a librarian?” he asks; less like a question and more like a stunning realization. 

After you left Spencer’s apartment a decade ago, you packed up the essentials and drove eight hours home. You took leave from school, but you’re sure classmates and acquaintance assumed that you dropped out, and with only a few months left of your degree. You didn’t just cut contact with Spencer; You cut contact with everyone. 

“No,” he continues, “it’s not that. It’s just… I have so much I want to say and no idea how to say it all. I obviously wasn’t expecting to run into you.”

You keep your focus directed at the sting of your nails pressing into your palm as you attempt to steady your breathing. Work isn’t an ideal place to be crying, attempting to apologize for all the pain you caused. 

“Do you want to grab a coffee sometime and talk?” you ask sheepishly. 

“I happen to be free tonight after work, if that’s good for you?”

“Yeah, I think I can make that work,” you nod, flashing him a shy smile.

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[anzulvr]

ʚɞ On Purpose Karma x (fem) Reader || Chapter: 1 ୨୧

001 Game Time || Next

[Name] was standing behind the chain-link fence, wide-eyed and immersed in the E-class VS A-class baseball game exhibition.

"You can't seriously be interested in this— since when are you a sports fan?" Kaho scoffed.

"Since today?" Truthfully, [Name] wasn't all that interested in the game, her eyes were set on Karma.

"Oh I get it, you've got a thing for one of the players!"

"What? No! Where'd you get that from?!"

"Shindo right? Don't worry, I won't tell!" Kaho noted with a breathy laugh.

[Name] nodded fervently. It was better for Kaho to believe [Name] liked Shindo rather than word get out that she was dating Karma.

It was Karma's idea to keep everything on the down low, that way people wouldn't give her a hard time for being with him.

"Batter number eight, left fielder, Akabane." The commentator on the speaker brought her attention back to the field.

Karma stayed in place, all eyes were on him.

"Hang on, never pegged you as the type to play dirty, sir. If the rules haven't changed this little gambit ain't legal, they're bogarting the infield umpire should have called 'em on it by now."

His voice grew in confidence by the second, "Oh come on, anyone else smell a rat or is it just me?"

Karma turned to face the fence where most of the main campus was spectating from.

"Oh never mind, you guys are morons! Baseballs like a foreign language to ya!"

[Names] peers collectively grew angry, yelling insults back at him. Karma took it all in stride, turning back with a smile, happy to have elicited a response.

No one expected E class to play this well, even Shindo looked defeated, Kunugigaokas star player was struggling to get a hit against the lowest ranked class.

"Preed, do you mind getting us something to drink?" Kaho half-heartedly requested.

"Yeah I've got you, I'll be back!" He scurried off instantly, anything Kaho asked from him went.

"Kaho… don't you think this is a little much?" [Name] asked.

"It's not like they'll find out. Guys are such idiots."

Kaho dated a lot but not out of love, she got a kick out of toying with people, or maybe she wanted to feel loved, [Name] couldn't know for sure, she was only able to make assumptions based on what she saw on the exterior since Kaho wasn't the type to speak vulnerably.

"You're with three guys this time, and Preed is nice, I feel bad." [Name] said disapprovingly, she kept her tone hushed and careful no one was listening in.

"He'll live… Are you with me or against me?"

"Okay, Okay sorry."

If Kaho wasn't with Preed, she was with Seo or Yozo. [Name] couldn't go a day without third wheeling, ever since Karma was moved down to end class she hadn't had anyone else to hang out with.

Who knew baseball could be so intense? At some point Karma dodged a bat to the face by the millisecond, eventually, the game ended, the speakers blasted for the final announcement.

"The game is over, I can't even— this is insane… the winner is, I never thought I'd say this but the winner is E-class…!"

The students from the main campus complained about the loss as they left, the only people cheering were in end class themselves.

"Preed still isn't back, I'll go look for him, see you around [Name]." Kaho sighed on her way out.

[Name] pulled her phone out and sent Karma a message.

message start

[Name] Meet me at the small building to my left?

Karma looked around the field until his eyes caught yours, his focus went back to your contact as he typed out a reply.

[Karma] Yeah just a second Ill have to make an excuse

message end

"What are you smiling about Karma?" Rio grinned while trying to get a peek at his phone from behind his shoulder, unfortunately for her, he could sense her creeping up on him before she got the chance.

"I'm getting a call, I'll meet back with everyone in a few!"

Once he was out of earshot Rio turned to Hinano "What's he lying for? I wasn't able to read his screen but I know he wasn't getting a call."

"That's suspicious… What if he's hiding a girl!" Says Hinano "Or a body!" Fuwa chimes in

"Out of those two outcomes the body seems more plausible…" Rio laughs, she tilts her head as if she's got a brilliant idea, "Hey Ritsu, you should listen in on what he's doing through his phone!"

"I shouldn't eavesdrop… I told everyone I wouldn't do anything without full consent."

Unfortunately for Ritsu, Rio's knack for sweet-talking has always been unmatched, "Exactly! As his friends we have to look out for him, we can't do that if he's sneaking around all the time, doing this would make you such a caring friend!"

"I'd be caring…? I guess that makes sense, okay I'll do it for friendship!" Ritsu, who’s new to all sorts of human emotions and expressions, naively gathers up her resolve. Now she’s just as involved as the rest of the group.

ᝰ ♡

Karma put his batting helmet on [Name's] head "Sorry you had to watch us destroy your class on the field." He bragged, not anything new.

"I was rooting for you, keeping my poker face was hard!"

"Your eyes were shaped like hearts and you were practically foaming at the mouth, your poker face could use some work."

"I was not! Anyway, how are things in E class? You look pretty close with everyone." [Name] turned the topic around.

"Is that jealousy I hear? Cute, but don't worry [Name] I still like you best."

"I'm not jealous! Just a little worried, the way Mr. Ono decided to send you to end class was harsh."

"I'm good I promise, I like it better in 3E, The only thing I miss about the main campus is you." He flicked her forehead. [Name] handed the helmet back to him, playfully shoving it into his chest.

"I know I complain about how annoying you are every day but, I wish Mr. Ono sent me to End class with you."

Karma smiled and shook his head no, "Don't go getting crazy ideas, tell you what, i'll take you out to eat as a consolation prize!"

"It's not a consolation prize if I wanted you to win!"

"Right, so what I'm hearing is, you're paying?"

"I take it back! I'm so upset you won…please pay for us!"

"Fineee…" He feigns disappointment "We'll go to [Café], right after school tomorrow, don't be late!"

[thewulf]

Treat You Better || Steve Harrington

Summary: Request - Steve Harrington x Reader based on Treat You Better by Shawn Mendes😩 I used to LOVE that song when i was younger, and now it just reminds me of my boy stevee💙

A/N: Loved writing these even though men suck (sometimes!!). Thank you for the request @marennnx. This is a 3x1 - or the three times your boyfriend treated you like crap and the one time he did something about it!

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.7k +

T/W: Dismissive boyfriend, absent boyfriend, gaslighting

Steve Harrington had been a constant in your life as you grew up in the small town of Hawkins. You’d moved in next to the Harrington’s when you were just six and became fast friends with the neighbor boy, Steve. The two of you became fast friends as there was no other six- or seven-years old’s in the neighborhood close to you. You’d quite literally been there for each and every single first for the other. You’d learned and grew through life with Steve right by your side.

For the first time in your lives things got a little strained when he started dating Nancy. Not that you didn’t like her, she was lovely. It’s that Steve did that stereotypical thing and kind of forgot about you for a while. Tired of being bored around your house you too started going out and doing things with your other friends. It was fun, you enjoyed yourself. You still wished you were doing it all with Steve though.

Then you met Derek. You’d seen him around Hawkins High but never actually met. Not until the summer Steve had ditched you. That was almost a year ago now. Steve and Nancy had long since broken up. You and Derek were still hanging on, albeit by a thread, as all of you were heading into your junior year. It dawned on you that you were going to have to start looking at school soon if you really wanted to get the hell out of Hawkins like you and Steve always talked about.

Things never really got back to normal between you and Steve after it was all settled. The two of you talked and hung out more but you attention usually went towards trying to save the failing relationship between you and Derek. You were truly miserable, but you didn’t let a soul know, not even you mom who you usually told everything. It was almost embarrassing admitting it at this point with how much you’d been faking your happiness. Derek also didn’t like you hanging around with Steve. He was jealous of course so you tried to keep it to a minimum or as hush hush as you could.

That was how you got to the semi-awkward place between you and your best friend. The two of you stealing longing glances but neither having the courage to broach the growing tension between the two of you.

The Bonfire

It was the Friday before school started the next Monday. You’d arrived with Derek, pulling him along to find some seats. It was the annual class tradition since you’d been in eighth grade to have a class wide bonfire before school actually began again. You, of course, had to drag your reluctant boyfriend along with you to the event. That should’ve given you the wherewithal to understand where his attitude would be for the night.

But you ignored it as best as you could. Press on and have fun. Don’t let the stupid boy ruin your fun night. You knew you were pushing it when you found some seats next to Steve. When you stopped in front of him your boyfriend groaned in annoyance. Ignoring him you turned to Steve, “These seats taken?”

He shook his head quickly with a small smile on his face. It wasn’t usual for you to come around let alone with your shit head of a boyfriend in tow. He was missing you more than you even knew. He knew he messed up by nearly dropping you for Nancy completely a year ago. This was his karma, and he was taking it.

He shook his head, “Nope.”

“Come on babe, let’s go get some drinks.” He tried tugging at your hand this time, but you just shook your head instead.

“I’m going to stay here and catch up with Steve. I’ll take a drink though when you make it back over.” You gave him a sweet smile though you knew it was no use. He was already pissed, and you surely pissed him off even further by not doing what he wanted. Steve just looked between the two of you before he grumbled something incoherent and walked off.

“He’s a real charmer, that one is.” Steve knew he probably shouldn’t have said that, but he was growing tired of your boyfriends attitude. He didn’t understand how you could put up with it. You were such a light, happy

You gave your friend a soft smile, “He just didn’t feel like coming out tonight. Cut him some slack.” You knew Steve was at his wits end with him. Your family was too. Nobody seemed to like him but you. And you didn’t even really like him all that well. The solution seemed all too clear, but you still didn’t want to give it up just yet. Derek was your first real relationship. The first guy you said ‘I love you’ too even if he wasn’t the first guy you loved.

“You cut him a lot of that, Y/N.” He spoke freely seeing that Derek was still far away at the drinks table. Even though you asked for a drink you had a feeling he wouldn’t make you one. He’d forget or just not do it as some sort of punishment. That wasn’t love. That was manipulation. You felt that all too familiar sinking feeling growing in your stomach as you thought about your situation.

You looked down feeling the weight of his eyes on you, “I know.

He waited a moment seeing the despondent look on your face, “Hey,” He waited to continue until you looked back up to him. When you finally found the courage he continued, “You just deserve so much more than that. Somebody who wants to be with you…”

You shook your head stopping him, “That person doesn’t exist here. So, I’ll just enjoy what I can. Alright?” Your voice snapped at his ever so slightly telling him you were done talking about it.

He knew he shouldn’t have pressed, but you were his very best friend. He cared for you. Wanted the best for you. Loved you so dearly. He hated to see you treated less than how you deserved, “That’s just not true Y/N.”

“Steve.” Your eyes told him to drop it. There was a reason you didn’t tell or show your friends or family about that side of him. It made it pretty obvious how shitty he actually was.

He gave you a quick nod before leaning back in his seat, “Just think about it. Please?” There was a pleading look in his eyes that made you nod in agreement.

“Yeah, I will.”

He stood up from his seat seeing your boyfriend walk back without a drink for you, “I’ll see you around. Remember what I said.” He gave your boyfriend a sharp look before heading to the drink table deciding to get you a drink since your boyfriend had no interest. Steve decided he would show you that somebody did in fact want to treat you right.

The Football Game

You’d messed up and forgot to swap your light jacket for your heavier coat before heading out for the game. It was fine at first, but the temperature was dropping quick. As soon as the sun set behind the bleachers and the Hawking High football game started you began shivering. You tried cozying up to your boyfriend who was none the wiser of your chilly predicament. But he just shrugged you off.

“Babe.” You whined feeling another shiver ripple down your spine. It was getting cold, cold and you were not prepared.

“Shh, Y/N. I told you not to interrupt when they’re playing. I’ve got to watch Josh.” He grumbled pushing you off him. His brother, Josh, was the star wide receiver of the team and he had to watch everything live to report back to his brother. It made you roll your eyes week in and week out. Derek wasn’t good enough to play varsity, but his older brother was. You’d found it a little weird how much he lived through his older brother when it came to football.

Your mouth clamored back and forth, “But I’m cold Der.” It came out whinier than you intended which surely irritated the man further. How dare you inconvenience him when he needed to pay attention.

He sighed, “I told you to put a coat on. Go get a hot chocolate or something.” He didn’t take his eyes off the game and his voice was audibly annoyed with your presence.

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes in return before heading off to the concession stands. Walking was good. It got your blood flowing. You needed to move to warm up anyway. It’s not like Derek would even throw and arm around you to warm you up.

You were so focused on walking to get your blood flowing you hadn’t even seen that you zoomed right past Steve who decided to follow you out of curiosity. When he saw you shivering and rubbing your hands back and forth to get some heat to them he had enough, “What are you doing out here in just a jacket?” He shrugged off his overly warm coat and handed it to you.

You shook your head in a hurry, “You’ll get cold Steve.”

“I’m fine. You’re not. Take the damn coat.” He shoved it further into your hands not giving you another chance to argue. When you slipped it on the audible sigh that left your mouth made him crack a small smile even though he was awfully worried about you being out in nearly freezing temperatures with a jacket made for the fall.

“Thank you.” You nodded up to him, “I forgot my coat. Derek told me to get a hot chocolate to warm up.” You laughed it off knowing how bad it sounded. Because it was bad. He was terrible. Derek might not have even liked you. Why were you even with him at this point?

Steve’s smile downturned at your comment. He’d made it quite evident how much he didn’t enjoy your boyfriend or his presence, “Some boyfriend he is.” He grumbled knowing it was likely going to set you off. You’d been more than defensive about your relationship. You’d always been like this, but it broke him seeing you so seemingly stuck in a loop. You wanted everything to look perfect, but it wasn’t. But you couldn’t admit it because then you’d have to admit it wasn’t perfect. A loop that he couldn’t pull you out of.

“Steve.” You sighed but knew it was a lost cause, especially because you were wrapped up in his coat. You couldn’t really defend the guy that much anymore. It felt so insulting because the entire relationship seemingly fell apart so quickly, right under your nose. Things were fun in the beginning. The two of you got along well and laughed at a lot of different things. But then it turned sour a few months ago, right after Nancy and Steve broke up. It’s not like anything changed for you. But apparently it did for him. It’s like he was pushing you right into Steve’s arms and you were pretty sure you’d be just fine with that.

He put his hands up in defense, “You know what I’m going to tell you.”

You sighed, “I know. I’m thinking about it. I promise.”

He nodded, “Keep the coat tonight. Drop it off whenever. Take care of yourself okay? Anytime you want to talk I’m all ears. I miss you.”

The floor was suddenly far more interesting than his face. You felt bad that you had in fact been avoiding him like he had you early on in his relationship, “Yeah, I miss you too. I’ll stop by more often. Promise.”

He grinned seeing you look back up to him, “That’s two promises I’m going to hold you too.”

You laughed for the first time that night. Curious it came at the mouth of Steve rather than your boyfriend. Your heart tugged as the two of you joked around like old times without your know-it-all boyfriend there to ruin the moment. You knew the relationship with Derek was doomed when you wanted to follow Steve back to his seat rather than head back to your boyfriend. But you had appearances to keep up. So back to Derek you walked.

Biology Class

“Alright class settle down. Today is the day you’ve all been waiting for. We’ll be dissecting pig hearts!” Your overenthusiastic Biology teacher stood in front of the curious junior class who had a big mix of emotions. Some were thrilled, that was Derek sitting next to you and Steve a row in front of you with his lab partner. Some were not so thrilled, you.

When the teacher set the heart down in front of you, you let out a big breath moving your chair away. Derek just started laughing like a little kid seeing your reaction to the dead pigs heart in front of you. Shooting him daggers you simply covered your mouth and nose with your hand trying your best not to throw up all over the desk in front of you.

When Derek started cutting you thought you might actually puke. The smell alone was starting to send you over the edge, “I don’t think I can do this.” You mumbled scooting even further away. Taking a quick peak around the room you were surprised almost everyone seemed just fine. Seemingly you only had the weak stomach in this class. You didn’t notice Steve’s eyes watching you with caution. He knew you well and knew this would be a unique kind of challenge for you.

“Ahh, grow up would you Y/N?” Derek rolled his eyes before returning to cut away, “Just plug your nose up if it’s that big of a deal.”

You huffed in annoyance at his complete lack of care, “I’m already doing that Derek.” It was sharper than you intended which of course set him off.

“You’re being a baby about it. Grow up.” He snapped back full out ignoring the look on your face. It was becoming harder and harder to fake your happiness. Especially when he treated you like you were nothing but a nuisance to him. Did he even like you? Why did he want to spend time with you if all he did was get annoyed with you? When was the last time you’d genuinely been happy with him? It’d been months. Months since the last time you giggled with him or smiled from a conversation.

You stood from you seat, “I’m getting some air.”

He just continued on, “Suit yourself.”

You stood quickly before letting the teacher know you needed to get some water. You walked to the water fountain down the hall trying your best not to break down right then and there. How did all this happen? How could you have let it all happen so quickly? When did he start to dip out on the relationship? Why wouldn’t he just breakup with you if he was this unhappy?

“Hey,” Steve’s sweet voice pulled you back into the present, “You okay?”

You nodded quickly trying your best to come off as cool as possible, “Yeah, was thirsty.”

He smiled, “It’s just me. You don’t have to lie.”

A frown formed from that. It was just Steve. Why did this all feel so weird and awkward and so far out of your control all the sudden? All you wanted to do was scream and beat on the wall in frustration of how you felt at the state of your life. But you knew better than that. Especially at school.

“I couldn’t take the smell.” You admitted to the boy who cared more to check up on you than the one who supposedly loved you sitting in the classroom. The more you thought of it the more Steve seemed to be the one who cared for you. And you knew he did. But with all that he had done for you and the lack thereof what Derek had made you realize how backwards it all was. You were meant to be with Steve not Derek. Steve cared. Steve loved you. Steve wanted you and put in the effort to be with you. And for some reason you still called Derek your boyfriend.

He grinned, “I knew it. I thought you looked squirrely in there.”

“You were watching?” You asked curiously.

“I’m always watching you.” His grin dropped as he realized how creepy that had sounded, “In a not weird way I promise!”

You laughed at his attempted recovery, “Thanks for checking in Steve.”

“I’m just keeping true to my promises. Speaking of which. How are yours coming along?” His smile grew into a smirk as he knew you were stalling. But that was his job as your best friend to keep pushing. That and he loved you. So, he’d decided it was his time to be selfish. He knew he could treat you better. So much better than that shit head you called a boyfriend.

“I’ve thought about what you said.”

You answer surprised him, “You have? And?”

“You’ll see. Soon.” You gave him a quick nod and smile before leading the two of you back to class. As much as Steve wanted to decipher that with you he knew better than to push too hard. That was more than you’d ever given him, so he was rolling with it for now.

After School The Next Day

You sat down on the bench in front of the High School in utter defeat. He had forgotten you. This truly was the last straw. Derek had promised he’d take you home knowing your car was in the shop this week and he forgot you. Steve was right. He didn’t give a rats ass about you. He only cared about himself. He only cared about you when it was convenient for himself. How had things unraveled so quickly? You couldn’t keep up this charade anymore. Not when he was up and leaving you places now.

When you heard the soft honk of the car in front of you your heart dropped seeing Steve’s car idling there. Fuck. Why him? He’d seen first-hand how shitty Derek had been treating you these last few weeks and this might actually set him off. Slowly, you walked over to his car. You slid into the front seat not daring to look at him. You just knew he was giving you that disappointed Steve look that only came to his face when Derek did something that should have been a red flag for you.

“You alright?” He asked after a moment of silence.

Closing your eyes you leaned back into the seat, “You’re right.”

“What about?” Steve asked as he pulled out of the school parking lot.

“About Derek. The whole thing. I deserve more.” A tear slipped out as you said it out loud for the first time. Sure, you’d thought about it in your head, but it was different spoken out and for Steve to hang onto.

He pulled over onto the side of the road, “Hey, it’s okay. I’m so glad you’ve realized it. He hadn’t been treating you well.” Steve hesitantly reached out and brushed away the stray tear which brought on an entirely new set of waterworks from his lighter than a feather touch.

He let you cry it out in the passenger’s seat of his car not uttering a word until he thought you could actually hear him, “I’m here for you. It’s okay. You’re okay.” He didn’t know his words only made you cry even further for you were mourning a relationship you never had. One where you thought you were in love, but it was just stupid teenage hormones. The one you loved was sitting right here comforting you beyond your wildest imagination.

You hiccupped after a moment of you unexpected breakdown. A wave of embarrassment washed over you as you realized how you had quite literally cried like a baby in front of Steve, “I’m so sorry Stevie.” You whispered breaking out the nickname only he let you use.

“Don’t apologize sweetheart.” He’d never called you that before. Shoot, he’d never really looked at you like this before. He looked at you like how you felt about him. Like he loved you.

“I didn’t mean too… I didn’t…”

He shook his head before pushing up the arm rest separating the two of you. He maneuvered his legs so you could slide over, “Shh, come here. It’s okay. I promise you that. I don’t break my promises, remember?”

You nodded before launching yourself into your best friend arms. You let him wrap you right on up as the car idled with the two of you suctioned together. He squeezed as he held you letting you know that he had no plans or intentions of letting you walk away again.

“Y/N?” He asked after minutes of the two of you just wrapped in the others embrace.

“Yeah?”

He took another second before letting out a long breath, “You remember how I said that somebody wants to treat you better? Somebody out there wants to be that person for you?” He asked with an unusual shakiness in his voice. Uncommon for the usually so confident Steve Harrington.

You hummed just enjoying being wrapped up in his arms. This didn’t happen that often anymore no matter how much you wanted to. You were with Derek. You couldn’t do that. But now? All bets were off, “Yeah, thank you for that.”

He nodded, “I can be that person. I can treat you better. If you’d let me that is.”

You sucked in a breath at his words, “You can?” Was this really happening?

“I can.”

You turned your eyes up to his with a bigger than life smile, “Okay.”

His scared eyes turned hopeful at the simplest of statements, “Okay?”

A quick nod before you turned your head into his chest, “Let’s do it. I love you already so?”

“You do?” His hopeful eyes turned from that of hope to shock right back to those lovey dovey ones he had on you days prior.

“I do.” You grinned feeling better than you had in a long time admitting that to him so freely. It shouldn’t be hard. This was about to be the best thing that you could’ve done for yourself. Who would’ve thought two crappy relationships was all the two of you needed to finally open your eyes to what was right in front of you.

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[chiriwritesstuff]

Call it fate, call it karma - A Javier Peña Two Shot

Rating: M, eventual E (18+, MDNI)

Summary: Two broken people on New Years Eve. "Rough night?" he asks, his voice a low, soothing timbre that cuts through the background noise. His eyes, shadowed by the dim lighting, reflect a quiet empathy. You offer a small, appreciative smile, realizing that sometimes a stranger's concern can be unexpectedly consoling. "Yeah, you could say that," you reply, taking another sip of your drink. The man nods knowingly. "I've had my share of those. Sometimes, a quiet corner of a bar is the best place to figure things out."

Warnings and Tags: Smut, Talks of Infidelity (Not by Javi), Unprotected PIV, Rough Sex, We just need to get it out of our systems, right?

Word Count: 2.7K

A/N: ... and we finally break my seal, writing a Javi P fic to ring in the new year. This chapter does not contain smut but the follow-up will! I hope you enjoy my brain rot!

"Baby? I'm home."

You drop your keys the moment you open your door. "Shit." You mutter under your breath, bending down to retrieve them. "Baby?" you call out, picking your keys up ungracefully and tossing them onto the side console table as you enter your hallway. The house is silent and dim, the sole lamp in the corner of your living room providing the only illumination in your home in the early evening. "Baby? I was able to leave the office early. Did you want to head to the party now?" The question hangs in the air, but there's no response, just the echo of your own voice. A sense of unease creeps in as you glance around, wondering where your significant other might be.

Worry gnaws at the edges of your thoughts as you head further into the hallway. The dim light casts elongated shadows that seem to dance along the walls, adding to the eerie stillness. You pause at the closed bedroom door, your hand hesitating on the knob.

"Hey, everything okay in there? Baby?" you call out, trying to mask the unease in your voice. There's a moment of silence, almost as if the room itself is holding its breath. Then, the distant murmur of voices reaches you—muffled, but unmistakable.

Your heart quickens as you slowly turn the doorknob and push the door open, the creaking hinges breaking the silence. The scene that unfolds before you is like a punch to the gut, stealing the air from your lungs.

There they are—your boyfriend and your best friend, entwined on the bed, naked bodies glistening with sweat, their hushed whispers abruptly ceasing as they realize you've walked in. The room, once a sanctuary, now feels like a battlefield, strewn with the wreckage of betrayal.

Shock freezes you in place for a moment, the weight of the revelation settling in. The air is thick with tension, and the only sound is the distant hum of the lamp in the living room.

Your boyfriend's eyes widen guiltily, and your best friend's expression shifts from surprise to remorse. The air is heavy with unspoken words, and the world seems to spin as you grapple with the harsh reality before you.

"Baby, I can explain."

The words hang in the air, but you remain silent. The weight of betrayal is too heavy to bear, and you find yourself retreating, stepping backward out of the room, away from the painful tableau.

Without a word, you pivot on your heels and exit the bedroom, your movements guided by a mix of shock and self-preservation. The dimly lit hallway becomes a tunnel of isolation, each step echoing with the shattered fragments of trust.

You don't respond to their pleas, the urge to escape overpowering any desire for explanation. As you reach the front door, you snatch your keys from the console table, the metallic clink resonating like a bitter reminder.

The outside air, crisp and cool, hits you as you step onto the porch. The door closes behind you, muffling the distant sounds of a life that once felt secure. The world outside is both familiar and alien, a stark contrast to the emotional tempest raging within.

You quickly leave the house, each step a desperate attempt to distance yourself from the painful reality you've just witnessed. The streetlamp casts long shadows as you make your way to your car, the night unfolding before you as a canvas of uncertainty.

Behind you, the echoes of apologies and excuses fade into the night. The engine roars to life as you pull away, leaving behind a home that's no longer a sanctuary. The road stretches ahead, a single tear falling down the slopes and planes of your face.

The evening air hung heavy with tension as Javi sat across from his girlfriend in their favorite corner of the cozy restaurant. The dim lighting cast shadows on his face, revealing the weariness that seemed to settle into his features. The ambiance, once a source of comfort, now mirrored the strained atmosphere between them.

She took a deep breath, gathering the courage to voice what had been weighing on her heart for far too long. "Javi," she began, her voice soft but determined, "we need to talk."

He looked up from his menu, his eyes meeting hers with a distant gaze. The connection that had once sparkled in his eyes seemed to have dimmed, replaced by a subtle detachment that had become all too familiar.

"I can't keep pretending that everything is okay," she continued, her fingers tracing the rim of her wine glass. "I need more, Javi. I need emotional closeness, not just intimacy. It feels like we're living parallel lives, and I can't ignore the distance anymore."

Javi's expression remained stoic, as if he had anticipated this conversation but had resigned himself to its inevitability. He nodded slightly, acknowledging her words without uttering a single syllable.

"I've tried to bridge the gap between us," she admitted, her voice catching on the weight of unspoken emotions. "But it's like you're holding back, keeping a part of yourself hidden. I'm tired of guessing, I'm tired of wondering if I'll ever be enough. I want- I wanted to be enough, Javi, but now I just lie in bed next to you knowing that it's not going to happen with me. I want a relationship where we share our hopes, dreams, fears—where there's a genuine connection. I can't settle for less, Javi."

A heavy silence settled over the table, the unspoken truth hanging in the air. She knew that breaking up with someone she once cared for deeply was a painful necessity, a step toward reclaiming the authenticity and depth that she craved in a relationship. Javi was too broken, too jaded, too angry. She can't fathom exactly what happened during his time in Colombia, but she understood one thing. He was broken, fragmented, an empty shell of the vibrant man she once knew - so much so that even if he did manage to mend those broken pieces of himself, he would never be the same. As much as she loved him, as much as she cared for him, she couldn't wait around for it to happen. She's waited long enough.

"I think it's best if we part ways," she finally said, her voice tinged with a mix of sorrow and resolution. "I deserve a relationship where I feel seen and heard, where emotional intimacy is a priority. I have to realize that I am not what you are looking for, and I respect myself enough to know that I need something more- and that I am not going to torture myself waiting for you to finally come around. I'm sorry, Javi. I hope one day you find what you're looking for."

He nodded again, this time with a subtle resignation. "I'm sorry, Bonita." The words lingered in the air, a farewell to a chapter that had run its course. She gives him one last sad smile, nods, and makes her way to the door, not looking back.

The glow of neon signs beckons from a distance as you navigate through the city streets. The rhythmic thump of music emanates from the nearest bar, promising a temporary escape from the turmoil within. The engine purrs beneath you, a steady companion on this unexpected journey.

Pulling into the parking lot, you find solace in the anonymity of the dimly lit establishment. The scent of stale beer and the murmur of distant conversations greet you as you step inside. The low hum of activity becomes a comforting backdrop to the chaos in your mind.

Choosing a secluded corner of the bar, you take a seat on a worn stool. The bartender, a gruff-looking sort with a sympathetic gaze, approaches. There's an unspoken understanding as they wordlessly place a glass in front of you, pouring a measure of amber liquid.

As you raise the glass to your lips, the warmth of the alcohol provides a momentary respite. The liquid courage acts as a balm for the wounded soul, offering a fleeting escape from the harsh reality left behind. Conversations ebb and flow around you, creating a cocoon of distraction.

Lost in the gentle sway of the music and the murmur of voices, you contemplate the road ahead. The bar becomes a refuge, a place where the weight of betrayal can momentarily be set aside. The night stretches before you, and with each sip, a sense of empowerment flickers—a small flame of resilience in the midst of heartache.

For now, in the dimly lit haven of the bar, you allow yourself the grace to breathe, to grieve, and to find strength in the company of strangers. The road to healing is uncertain, but in this moment, the sanctuary of the bar offers a brief interlude—an oasis where the echoes of a shattered home can fade into the background.

As you nurse your drink, lost in your thoughts, the rhythmic cadence of the bar is interrupted by the scrape of a stool being pulled out. You glance to your side and find a man taking a seat a few spaces away. He's wearing a weathered leather jacket, and his eyes hold a depth of understanding.

"Rough night?" he asks, his voice a low, soothing timbre that cuts through the background noise. His eyes, shadowed by the dim lighting, reflect a quiet empathy.

You offer a small, appreciative smile, realizing that sometimes a stranger's concern can be unexpectedly consoling. "Yeah, you could say that," you reply, taking another sip of your drink.

The man nods knowingly. "I've had my share of those. Sometimes, a quiet corner of a bar is the best place to figure things out."

"I've seen you around, you know," you start, tipping your glass towards him. "The great hero, the man of the hour. You bring honor to the great city of Laredo. Javier Pena, in the flesh. What's a man like you doing in some seedy ass bar on New Year's Eve?"

Javi gives you a small smile. "I'm not a hero. I think the bigger question is, why is a beautiful woman like you looking so sad sitting in a bar alone on New Year's Eve?"

You respond with a wry smirk, "Well, that's a loaded question, Agent Pena. Maybe I'm just here for the ambiance."

He chuckles, lifting his glass in a mock toast. "Ambiance indeed. You picked quite the spot for your New Year's celebration. Mind if I join you?"

You let out a heavy sigh, nursing your drink. "Sure, pull up a chair. It's not like my night could get any worse."

Javier takes a seat, his eyes scanning your face with a mix of concern and curiosity. "That rough, huh?"

You nod, the lump in your throat making it hard to speak. "Walked into my own home to find my boyfriend and my best friend having their own New Year's celebration. I thought everything was fine. I thought I did everything right. I thought- I thought he was going to propose tonight. Didn't think I'd end up here."

Javier's expression softens, and he offers a sympathetic smile. "Sometimes life just throws you a curveball, even when you least expect it. It's not a reflection of you, you know."

Javier's eyes flicker with a hint of vulnerability. "You're not alone in facing unexpected heartbreak. My girlfriend broke up with me tonight. It hit me hard."

You raise an eyebrow in surprise. "You? I mean, you seem like the kind of guy who's got it all together."

He chuckles, a bitter edge to his laughter. "Appearances can be deceiving. People expect a lot, especially when you're in a position like mine. But it doesn't shield you from the usual struggles. Relationships fall apart, and it's never easy."

The shared pain in his eyes creates an unexpected connection between you. "I guess heartbreak doesn't discriminate," you muse, taking a sip of your drink.

Javier nods in agreement. "No, it doesn't. But hey, we're here now, facing the end of the year together. Maybe it's a chance for a fresh start."

You offer a small smile. "Cheers to that, Javier."

"Sometimes, I feel like I was never enough," you muse, tossing back the remnants of your drink. Javi signals the bartender for another round. As a woman, you're constantly at war with yourself. "Do I stay docile and compliant, keeping my body tight and desirable? Do I delude myself into thinking I'm enough for someone to want to stay? Or do I work my ass off, and make enough money, so that when they inevitably leave, I'll be okay, never having needed them in the first place? It's exhausting, all the time."

Javi listens attentively, sipping his drink as he nods in understanding.

"I get that," he responds, the vulnerability in his eyes mirroring your own. "It's this constant battle between what society expects from you and what you want for yourself. You're pushed to meet these unrealistic standards, and it feels like a never-ending cycle… and as a man, we eat that shit up, you know? We take, and take, and take until we've consumed you thoroughly until- we get our fucking fill. I know I have, to so many women. I know that it's caused a lot of harm."

You give a rueful smile. "Exactly. The expectations pile up, and you wonder if it's worth it. Should I have conformed or rebelled? It's like you're damned if you do and damned if you don't."

Javi leans back, exhaling slowly. "And in the midst of all that, relationships crumble. It's hard to find someone who appreciates you for who you are, beyond the surface." He downs his whiskey. "My ex- well, It must have been hard, being with someone like me. I'm not- I just feel so fucking haunted, all of the fucking time. I know I've made mistakes, big, fucked up mistakes thinking I was some big fucking hero, only to let everyone who mattered, who gave a fucking damn about me, down. She was always there, trying to pick up the pieces, always molding herself to be someone she thought I needed her to be. In the end, I treated her like she was just another body keeping me warm at night."

Javi's words hang heavy in the air, filled with a raw honesty that cuts through the noise of the bar. The dim lights cast shadows on his face, emphasizing the weariness etched into his features.

"I guess we all have our demons," you respond softly, your gaze lingering on the amber liquid in your glass. "It's just a matter of whether we're willing to face them or let them consume us."

The bartender slides another drink your way, and you take a contemplative sip. The warmth of the alcohol does little to ease the chill of the emotions laid bare in the conversation.

Javi looks at you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of regret and self-awareness. "Yeah, well, facing them isn't always easy. Sometimes, you hurt the ones you care about the most."

"Don't I know it."

Javi straightens himself, leaning his face towards yours. He's so close you swear you're sharing the same breath, the scent of alcohol flooding your nose. If you move any closer, you swear his lips will graze yours.

"I'm going to be real honest with you since we're already in the thick of baring our souls to each other: I came in here to find someone to fuck. No attachments, no strings, just something, someone to get my mind off of this shit. I'm fucked up, and all I keep thinking is fucking you until I can't see straight, until I fucked the memory of my ex away into the ether. Think I'm a monster yet? Have I scared you away?"

You shake your head. "No, not at all."

"No? So If I told you that I wanted to take you into the bathroom the moment I realized you were alone, you wouldn't throw your drink in my face?"

"What makes you think I wasn't thinking the same?"

"Fuck Cariño, do you want to get the fuck out of here?"

"I thought you would never ask."

[sugarushwriting]

“look what you made me do.”

you have a past you’re not proud of. the people you hung around and the things you went along with.

but now it’s came to bite you back.

trigger warning: blood, gore, harassment, SA, just know you’ve been warned. it’s not as explicit as many others, but it’s still different than what i have written in the past.

not proofread

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it’s been 2 weeks since one of your friends from high school passed away in a terrible car accident.

“it’s so empty without kelly here.” asa pouted.

maya smiled. “her soul is in a better place, asa.” maya was definitely being sarcastic.

currently, you and your friends maya, asa, and danielle were sitting in a cafe.

you all decided to meet each other after a stressful two weeks when you all had time after your part time jobs.

you’ve all been friends since high school. about 6 years have passed since, but your guilty conscience wouldn’t let go of all the bad you’ve done to others then.

it seems you were the only one.

you sighed. “do you think karma is finally catching up to us?”

all three girls looked at you. “why would you say that? nothing bad has happened to us, only kelly.” danielle said.

“what we did happen years ago, we were young, dumb teens. i’m sure our classmates got over it.” maya waved off.

“i just can’t shake this feeling of being watched for the past month.” you shook your head, gripping your cup of hot liquid in front of you.

“you’ve felt it to?” asa asked shocked. “i have been feeling as if someone has been watching me too!”

maya scoffed. “you all are so paranoid! no one cares about us enough to follow us around.” maya then laughed, “well at least not you all. maybe me.” she flipped her light hair over her shoulder.

maya, you could say was the ring leader, and the worst one of you all.

just then, the bell over the door rang, and you all were back to arguing in hushed tones when danielle slapped mayas shoulder.

“what was that for?” maya hissed.

danielle pointed to the boy waiting in line. “he looks familiar, no?”

mayas loud laugh could be heard throughout the room, “you’ve got to be kidding! loser wonie?”

you and asa looked at the boy that maya had pointed out.

“only, it’s not loser wonie anymore, huh?” maya smirked crossing her arms.

the boy turned around, a shocked expression on his face. his cheeks began to turn red.

“it is you!” maya hit her hand on the table. “yang jungwon? no way!”

yang jungwon? you remembered him. he was a target of yours and the girls back in high school.

you had to stop your mouth from hanging open. you were sure the girls would agree with you—jungwon has gotten a lot more attractive. seems like he’s been hitting the gym more than books over the past years.

jungwon bowed in embarrassment and shyly. after all these years, he’s never once forgotten or forgiven what you and your friends done to him and other classmates.

“not gonna say hi? hello? how you doing?” maya teased.

jungwon quickly turned around and walked out the cafe.

“maya, will you ever stop being a bitch?” you snapped. you were tired of her high school mean girl personality.

maya narrowed her eyes at you. “what did you call me?”

“let’s not start this okay!” asa sighed.

“yeah, can we focus on the fact how hot yang jungwon got over the years? i thought he left the city for college?”

you shrugged. “maybe he came back after graduation? or maybe on break?”

“makes me wonder what other boys got hot over the years.” maya leaned back in the seat. “maybe huening kai? riki?”

“oh, i’ve seen updated pictures of riki! he’s very handsome and a dancer and photographer!”

this time maya slapped danielle. “and you didn’t tell us?”

“it’s not like he’d be interested, he was a target of ours, remember?”

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it was a typical day for you after work. you got home around 9 in the evening, throwing your shoes off and plopping yourself on your couch.

you texted the girls.

you: anyone wanna go out for drinks? i need maybe one or two, or maybe ten

danielle: early shift tomorrow :(

asa: has anyone heard from maya? i texted her yesterday and never got a reply.

danielle: she’s probably still pissed about being called a bitch

you: not my problem

maya: oh boo-who, you didn’t hurt my feelings

you: asa, see? she’s fine.

except maya wasn’t fine. and it wasn’t maya who replied.

the girls went radio silent after that and you huffed in annoyance. you really needed new and better friends.

instead, you opened a bottle of soju you had and chugged it before taking a quick shower.

not because you wanted to, but because the hot water ran out after ten minutes.

getting out, you just decided to slip on shorts and an oversized shirt. you’re somewhat used to the hot water running out, especially this late at night.

the soju seemed to do nothing, so you decided to drink two more within 30 minutes. it wasn’t long until you fell asleep on the couch.

you woke up, to see your television was still on, and looked over to the clock on your stove.

2:56 am.

turning it off, you decided just to stay on the couch and lifted the blanket higher on your body.

you sat up quickly.

blanket? you didn’t fall asleep with a blanket. quickly reaching for the lamp beside you, turning it on, you studied the blanket in fear.

because the blanket was covered in pictures of you. pictures that were clearly taken from afar without your knowledge.

pictures of you at work, at the pool, sleeping, naked.

“what the fuck?” you threw the blanket off your body quickly in disgust before you stood up looking at the room around you.

“you bitches are never grateful for anything.”

a deep voice said and you quickly turned around trying to find the source. you spun in circles finding no one.

“i got you a nice present and the first thing you do is throw it to the ground?”

when you turned around again, a figure in all dark clothes, and a mask was standing in front of you.

but before you could scream, the hooded figured took a bat and hit you over the head, sending you to the ground.

with a headache, you attempted to crawl, but was weakened by the blow. the figure hovered over you, and his hand holding a cloth came over your mouth.

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you awoke to being tied to a chair. your hands and arms bound behind your back, your ankles bound to each chair leg.

your mouth and eyes remained uncovered.

once your vision came to, a scary sight came to.

asa and danielle bound by their wrists, hanging from the ceiling, their feet off the ground. their mouths were gagged so they couldn’t speak.

it seemed you all were outside in a barn.

“asa! danielle!” your voice croaked out.

both girls eyes went wide and they started moving around and crying.

your eyes went to further to the left and you wish you had not looked.

it was maya. she was bound from her wrists, hanging from the ceiling of the barn. but she was barely alive.

her head was hanging at a weird angle, a pool of blood underneath her, leaking from her mouth, and gashes all over her body.

you screamed.

“oh shut up! don’t act like you actually cared for her.”

a man came out of the shadows. danielle and asa started wiggling like crazy once again, and you sat there silenced.

yang jungwon.

he was wearing black sweats, black boots, and a black tank top showing off his arms that he’s clearly been working on.

“jung—jungwon?” you whispered out. you closed your eyes tightly hoping this was just a bad dream. but when you opened your eyes again, he was still there.

“boo.” he said and laughed. jungwon threw mayas phone to the ground beside you. “asa here was the only one worried about poor maya. turns out she had a reason to.”

jungwon walked over to mayas barely hanging on body, a bored expression written on his face, but behind his eyes, you saw the twinkle of excitement.

he caressed maya’s cold cheek with a smile. “so pretty on the outside, but so ugly on the inside.” he scoffed. maya grumbled as much as she could with little energy.

“what—what are you gonna do with her now?” your voice trembled. there was no way he could get away with this, right?

he smiled happily. “that, im glad you asked.” he walked closer to you. “first, i have a wood chipper im excited to use.”

you swallowed in disgust and disbelief. asa and danielle were freaking out behind him, knowing they were probably next.

“after that, i learned something very interesting from criminal minds.” he stared at you with a dark look, that smile never fading.

“what—what’s that?”

“pigs are the best for crime scene clean ups.”

yes, because pigs would eat anything.

“please, please jungwon don’t. don’t do this.” you reasoned. you had to try something, right?

“let me ask you something.” jungwon asked. you nodded, signaling for him to continue, “if it meant your friends stayed alive would you give yourself to me in exchange for their life?”

you nodded without a thought. “yes, yes, yes.”

jungwon laughed in disbelief. he turned quickly to the other girls in disgust. “you hear that ladies? your friend here is willing to give her life for yours.”

asa and danielle were trembling with tears.

jungwon turned back to you. “might wanna rethink that answer sweetheart.” he said through gritted teeth. “your friends here had the opposite to say.”

you looked behind jungwon, seeing the girls shaking their heads. jungwon looked behind him, angered, “don’t fucking lie now!” he walked over to them, grabbing an axe on his way.

asa was full force crying now.

“i asked you three the same question, and you said you wouldn’t give your life for her!” he pointed the axe to you.

they said that? you knew every life was important and whatnot, but isn’t that what most friends say in a time like this? or anyone who cares for another? that they rather the killer take their life than the one they cared for?

tears filled your own eyes.

“i’m done waiting.” jungwon threw the axe off to the side as he walked over to maya. “say bye bye.”

what happened next seemed unreal as you felt it was a total out of body experience. the trauma already being embedded into your brain.

jungwon carelessly carried mayas barely holding on body to a machine off to the corner which must be the wood chipper he was talking about. he threw her to the ground, turning it on.

he did it all with a genuine smile. ranting on how you all were going to get your karma for not only the way you treated him, but others in high school.

you screamed and screamed, jungwon laughed stating no one would hear you. your throat began to hurt but you didn’t care.

danielle and asa were crying, trying to properly breathe as their mouths were restricted.

you could barely see maya, but you knew she was crying, and mumbling, probably begging for her life.

“too late to beg for forgiveness now.”

you nearly threw up at the sight of maya being placed in the wood chipper. there was a bag covering the other end, possibly to contain evidence.

you looked back at the other two and notice asa’s pants were wet as tears flowed harder down her face.

“i’m not cleaning you up!” jungwon said to asa. “don’t think i have forgotten the many times you all bullied me so hard, it made me pee on myself, or when you all would dump my head in the women’s toilet.”

jungwon took the bag off of the chipper, tying it up. he dragged it to the door of the barn. “time to feed the pigs.” he smiled wickedly.

“i’ll leave the nightlight on. i know you’re still scared of the dark, danielle.” he smiled and winked towards the curl haired girl.

he closed the barn doors behind him, leaving you three in a barely lit barn.

danielle and asa were tired from fighting the ties, and for were too. you sat there off in space, disbelief, disassociating from the world around you.

you started thinking about all the terrible things you and your so called friends did to those in high school.

although you were never the instigator, you shook their silently, watching the girls do what they did. you and asa both did. if you were to rank, kelly and maya were the worst, danielle behind, just trying to fit in.

did jungwon someone make kelly’s car accident, not an accident? maybe maya wasn’t his first victim. maybe it was kelly.

you continued to tug at the bounds, refusing to be a victim. and it paid off. you were able to free your hands from behind you, bringing them in front of you.

your wrists were raw and and you leaned down to untie your ankles. when the chair creaked form your standing up, danielle and asa both opened their eyes wide, clearly begging for you to help them.

although what they said to jungwon hurt, you weren’t like them. however, if you were to help them, it could just slow you down. it would put on a few extra minutes for jungwon to come back.

or what if they betrayed you? what if they ran and left you behind?

you apologized to them, “i will be back, i promise! im going to get help!”

you clasped your hands together, hoping they would forgive you, as you quickly but quietly ran over to the barn door.

you opened the door carefully, the darkness of outside immediately greeting you. no sound was to be heard but crickets and occasional howls from coyotes.

your bare feet pounded on the ground beneath you as you went towards open woods.

you didn’t know your way around here, didn’t even know where you were, but you wanted to survive.

the adrenaline of trying to survive kept you going. you ran for what felt like miles or hours, as your legs and muscles became weak and tired.

dogs barking in the distance scared you. taking a quick second break, you went to step forward to immediately feel pain.

a trap.

a bear trap got you.

you screamed in agony as the trap dug into your skin, immediately feeling the blood leaking from your body.

you fell to the ground, trying to get the trap off, but it seemed the more you struggled the tighter it dug.

great, is this how you were gonna die, rather than the hands of jungwon?

you screamed and screamed with tears, soon you began to scream jungwon’s name for help.

“jungwon, please help! im sorry!”

you felt your body grow weak, hoping your blood wasn’t being drained.

“jungwon, please!”

little did you know, jungwon was watching. he had cameras in the barn, and around the vicinity of the woods and house. he had set those traps up specifically for you or if any of the other girls happened to get loose.

but mainly you.

he hadn’t tied your bounds as tight as the other girls. he wanted to see if you would leave them behind, and he was proud to see that you did.

he would never set up traps to capture an animal. why would he hurt an innocent animal?

he had livestock guardian dogs for that need. he also had a watch dog, but the dog was trained not to attack people.

that was jungwon’s job.

you heard footsteps and a dog barking getting closer.

soon a small light came into view, and you squinted, seeing jungwon holding a flashlight with a dog.

you cried. you hoped he would help you and not kill you. “please help,” you mumbled, “i’m sorry.”

“shh, it’s okay.” jungwon soothed.

he helped get the trap off of you. “i’m gonna carry you back.”

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jungwon held you tight as he walked you back to the house, his dog beside you.

he wasn’t that mad at you, he couldn’t be.

you may not remember but he did, and he was sure the girls remembered too.

you weren’t always like them or friends with them, no.

once upon a time, you were like him and friends with him.

the girls would tease and bully you too, in middle school. but something happened this summer before high school.

you blossomed, and maya and kelly felt threatened you would dethrone them of popularity in high school. they asked you to hang out at the park. you were so excited, but jungwon was worried something didn’t feel right. he was correct.

kelly and maya ended up pushing you, and you tumbled off the playground structure, hitting your head.

thankfully jungwon was there, looking at you from a distance. kelly and maya hadn’t realized jungwon was there, but they ran.

that accident put you in a small coma, and you ended up losing your memory. to make sure you never remembered, the girls took you under their wing and from then, you always thought you were one of them.

anytime jungwon tried to get you back, kelly and maya would be on him.

he didn’t blame you. he didn’t want to hurt you. but he felt hurt himself. betrayed.

since then, all he thought about was karma. all while in high school and after high school, he planned carefully on the revenge. he got smarter, stronger, developed and harder mindset.

he made a list of you all, and who he wanted to target. kelly and mayas name both at the top, with red underlined marks.

from then, he felt he couldn’t trust anyone for the longest time. but he thought it was finally time to kill the old him and burry it.

there’s a reason kelly was targeted first and maya second.

the car accident wasn’t an accident. kelly was in the drivers seat, maya was in the passenger seat, but maya somehow got away from the car engulfed in flames.

jungwon was in the backseat, playing it cool as the girls were giddily with excitement thinking he wanted a threesome with them.

maya and kelly recognized him. and they were shocked he approached them with the question.

he mentioned the “fun” they had with him in high school other than the torment of harassment.

it was fun for them; but not for him.

without the other girls, kelly and maya would corner him in the locker room or bathroom, pull his pants down, exposing him. they would tease him with kisses and touches.

jungwon was too scared to fight back, scared he would hurt one of them too badly. he was taught to never hit a girl. he want to respect that although he was being violated.

maya and kelly would tell him not to tell anyone and that no one would believe him anyway.

everytime he thinks about it, it angered himself.

he was even more angry that maya walked away fine, and acted like she wasn’t in that car when it happened.

he placed you on the couch of his house, and as you slept still, probably worn out from the adrenaline, he cleaned your leg and the blood, making sure your leg and foot wouldn’t become infected.

“thank you.” you whispered, barely awake. “i’m sorry.”

“no need to be sorry. i’m just glad you’re here with me now.”

“jungwon?”

“mhm?”

“what’s going to happen to me?”

he caressed your cheek. “don’t worry about that right now. just get some rest.”

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[star-gxze]

Are we still friends?

enjoy :)

It’s been gnawing at you since day…however long you’ve been on this damn ship, you and rodimus did everything together you even cuddled together, I mean he’s a big ass alien and your pretty small but you make it work...somehow, but it didn’t make sense to you! How could you be doing all these things with him yet he never asked you to be his conjux, it was confusing as hell.

 You knock onto a big door. It opens slowly, Rodimus peers out and looks down, he smiles. “Hey [NAME] what’s up?” your heart pounds violently in your chest, your hands become sweaty.

 “I uhm…I” you stumble over words, Rodimus looks a bit concerned, “D’ya want to come in?” He questions, you nod your head yes.

 “Soooo…did you wanna talk to me about somethin?” Rodimus questions, you nod your head, It was an uncomfortable pause before you realized you needed to talk, “What…” You gulp, hands shaking “What are we?” You finally spit it out, Rodimus still looks confused “What d’ya mean [Name]?” he questions, you looked surprised, “I mean…like we do a lot of…y'know couple things? Like late night talks, slow dancing, cuddlin-…” you ramble, Rodimus stops you “i..uh thought that's what friends do?” you feel your heart crumble “what?” you whisper, “I thought that’s what you humans do, is it not?” He tilts his head a bit, your silent “you…okay…Sorry for wasting your time” You say solemnly, your heart feels heavy, you wanted to cry right there, hot tears threaten to fall down your face, his words echo through your face “I’m gonna go..bye” You walk fastly out his berthroom. “H-hey wait…are we still up for movie night?” Rodimus asks, wow. 

“No, I’ll be busy” You continue to walk out, Rodimus looks a bit sad but shrugs and gets back to what he was doing.

 It’s been primus knows how long since the last time you two have interacted, he’s starting to think you hate him, he wonders what he did wrong, yet he can’t figure it out, everytime he sees you hanging out with another bot, he gets a weird feeling in his chassis(?) It pains his spark so much to the point ratchet started to get annoyed with the frequent visits “Listen Rodimus, if you don’t have a legitimate reason to be in here then please leave, I have other-BETTER things to do then here how you fragged up with your relationship with [NAME], thats your own fault, get your helm out of your aft and quit acting stupid before you catch a nova Rodimus, go talk to them” Ratchet scolds Rodimus, he fears he has to talk to someday, so he does. 

 Rodimus goes to find you but you are nowhere to be found, he finally checks your berth-bedroom, hushed giggles fill his audio receptors, his spark feels heavy, he finally builds up the courage to knock, the giggling stops, “who is it?” You ask “It’s” Rodimus clears his throat(?) “Its me” a sigh reaches his audio receptors, “come in..” you say solemnly, the does a fwoosh rodimus ducks a bit before entering, he sees you laying on swerves chassis, a pang hits his spark, ‘we use to do that..’ he thinks to himself “ahem” you clear your throat breaking the awkward silence, “o-oh right, I just wanted to check in on you but I see you’re..busy right now” Rodimus’ sentence breaks off silently, “ ah, I best be going, I got…captain things to do the ship won't run itself!” he dashes out of there, not wanting to bear anymore pangs on his spark.

It may have been to late for him.

I think I rushed the ending a bit ;-;

also i learned today that catching a nova means doing something real stupid and about to get karma for it

[wannaeatramyeon]

i need samuel with an “annoyingly cute” s/o who literally never shuts up and pester him 24/7 whose fave color is pink (literal the opposite of him)

Who's out here trying to break people out of their Samuel angst? I started writing this, but realised I was more building up how Samuel + Reader got together rather than anything about what you asked lol.

Thanks for the ask anon - and happy Saturday!

Samuel Seo x Reader: Another work day

Samuel trying to do work, You doing anything but

Samuel wonders whether it's a curse or bad karma that he's with you.

You bounce into his office in a cloud of pink (and an impeccably cut suit) hellbent on trying to ruin his day.

"Sammy baby, wanna go for lunch?" You perch on his desk, annoyingly sitting on some of the important documents he is currently trying to review.

"Y/N, it's 10am. And how many times must I tell you to call me Samuel in the office," he roughly pushes you off.

"Fine be like that Mr. Important Boss Man. I have stuff to do too!"

"Then go do it."

.

.

"Mr. Seo? There's an urgent call on line 2 for you."

"Put it through."

"Sammy~ Cmon lets go for lunch."

"It's-" Samuel checks his watch, "10:30."

"Brunch then!"

He hangs up.

.

.

"Mr. Seo, Y/N is calling again. Shall I put them through?"

"Please ignore all calls from Y/N in the next couple hours."

"Of course, I'll tell them you're in a meeting."

.

.

You knock on his office door but receive no response. Slowly, you open it and poke your head around to see Samuel deep into his work. And blatantly ignoring you. Meeting, your ass.

"Samuel. Please."

No reaction.

"I'm really hungry!"

Nothing.

"I promise I'll leave you alone if we go now,"

Finally, his eyes meet yours accompanied with a single raised eyebrow.

"Until at least 5!"

Samuel leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. He gives you his full attention. Hours of peace from you does sound like a decent deal. Why he couldn't get that in the first place, he doesn't know.

"I swear you won't hear a peep from me until the end of the day," you mime zipping your lips and throwing away the key.

Samuel eyes the paperwork that covers his desk and the unread emails notification; he considers your face, excited and smiling. He resigns himself to his fate.

"Fine."

.

.

Samuel finds himself at a small, local hole-in-the-wall. You had eclectic taste at the best of times, but even this seemed a bit too... rustic for your taste.

As soon as you are seated, you nod your head towards to a quiet corner table, where a group of men are talking in hushed voices.

"Hey Sammy, that guy over there - he's the head you wanted to meet with right?"

You pass Samuel your compact mirror so he could discreetly check behind him. You notice his eyes widening and the spark of recognition.

"Did you know he was going to be here?!"

"Well I am hungry too... But why else did you think I wanted grab some food! And in this dump too!"

Samuel clenches his jaw in annoyance, exasperated at your antics yet again. You have undeniably good instinct and showed utmost loyalty to him, but your method left a lot to be desired. He quickly stands up to go over and introduce himself when-

"Hey!" you pout at him, "Don't I deserve a little something?" and tap twice at your puckered lips.

Even with everything, you always manage to draw as much amusement as you do ire. Samuel kisses you and murmurs a thanks before rushing off.

"Love you too, Sammy."

[the-pessimists-paradigm]

Create-A-Character

A bright and fluttering screen was the only light source in his room, Leviathan like a moth to a blinding flame, regardless of how cold the floor was beneath his blanket. Characters ran around as dialogue flickered on the screen, he smashed more buttons, his fingers working autonomously. Pixels crashing, sputtering out and fizzling with orange sparks as he let out a sigh. Lingering on the screen was his very first save file with you.

One from eleven years ago. Time with you had passed like a flash of light. He remembered your fingers softly touching with his as you slashed monsters, or reached finish lines, accomplishing small goals. Your smirk as you occasionally beat him, eyes glinting in victory, fists raised, both your chuckles echoing in the air. Game after game, year after year, lines were forming.

Around your eyes, your skin became tighter, as if it was holding on for dear life. Even as you aged, he still appreciated your beauty, caressing your face as you slept. That happened more now, falling asleep on his lap, struggling to stay awake from the pain creeping around your body from concerts. He knew from Belphie's rage at Lilith's human and the exchange program, that you were frail. It still hit him like a truck that this would actually happen.

Blue jellyfish had a faint yellow glow, soft turquoise and blues reflected from his ceiling, as you laid in his bathtub weeks later. A polyester graphic sweater held onto you, only centimeters of space as you snuggled into the crook of his neck. A cyan coral reef with its rocks, neon fish swimming in the tiny castles. The corners of your mouth turned up as you took one last breath, your bodies tangled together.

It took him a few moments to process what just happened. The filtered hues colored your face, as he cradled it, tears forming at the corners of his eyelids. Manga lay astray on his desk, as he spoke in hushed tones. "A-Are you there?" He saw the way your fingers, cold to the touch, held onto his, like a final blessing.

Your peaceful passing, karma from the time you spent together, his care as you grew old, clutching your back, as he heard your shaky breaths. Thoughtful gifts left by your room, pink and purple pillows with custom pillowcases. Handmade cardigans for the winter. A warm blanket covered you as his tears were the only noise in the room.

[tangyangie]

Hello can I request a short story of karma seeing reader at the old classroom of 3-E after 7 years (and that both of them having a crush on each other during their junior high) then they went inside and talked Abt the things they did back then and their memories (pls add sum sad parts) the classroom was filled with nostalgia then when it was time for the reader to go home karma stops them and told them Abt his feelings back then (basically a confession) then it's up to you

This idea has been stuck at my head for some time now

» a loving feeling →

character: karma

description: you and karma meet at the old campus after 7 years, and you both had a crush on each other during your time there. what do you talk about?

notes: EEEEE this is such a cute request!! sorry it's probably not great bc i've got a headache but i really enjoyed making this!!

also im pretty sure this is referencing the reunion too, but if it's not pls just tell me i'll totally make another!!

also thank you to the people for requesting!! i really enjoy making them even if i take a while to do it </3

"y/n!"

you hear a voice from behind you. turning around, you smile and run towards it.

"karma!!" you jump into his arms, as he laughs and spins you around while you muffle your giggling in his shoulder.

"it's been a while." you sigh, as he playfully set you down. he smiles at you. "yes, it has."

"come on, now. let's go see everyone else!" you exclaimed.

he sighs and shakes his head. "alright, alright."

you grab his hand and drag him along into the small building. there's a small party going on in one of the rooms, with food and drinks.

you see many of your old friends. some look a little different than before, such as nagisa, who finally cut his hair.

"guys!! hi!" you say, smiling as you stride into the room.

"hey, y/n! how's it going?" kataoka says.

you run over to your friends to catch up on everything that's happened for the past 7 years, as well as jesting them about their love lives.

"speaking of which, y/n, what about you?? did you finally find someone?" rio teases.

karma hears this, and instinctively listens closer.

you sigh theatrically, and place your hand upon your forehead while slightly leaning back.

"alas, i have not. i've been quite busy these past 7 years. i did so happen to ace my job interview, though!" you add in, slowly beginning to brag about the money you were getting.

rio chuckles. "well, at least we know you'll be fine even if you end up alone for the rest of your life!"

"hey!!" you laughed, gaping at her while dramatically holding your hand over your heart. "that hurts!" you frown.

"i doubt that." she teases, as you roll your eyes playfully and go get some refreshments.

rio walked over to karma, who had been listening intently the whole time. "you're not slick, karma. they totally saw you."

"hush, they did not!" he smirks.

"did too."

"did no—" rio interrupted him, shaking a finger in his face.

"anyways-- you should confess to them." she smiles.

"are you kidding? any feelings they might have had are definitely gone." he sighs.

"i don't think so," rio starts. "i think they're still into you."

karma grumbles something under his breath, looking away, and rio sighs playfully. "just give it some thought. if you decide you need help, i'll totally be your wingwoman!" she winks.

he just chuckles, and said, "sure, then. let's give them a shot."

»»»

about an hour had passed, and you decided you wanted to walk around the old campus. 7 years is a while, you wanted to see if anything had changed.

obviously, you invited karma to join you.

"come on, it'll be fun!"

he laughed and replied, "maybe i can throw myself off the cliff again!"

"karma!!" you shriek, doubling over in laughter. "that's not funny!"

"you're showing it very well." he says, giving you a thumbs up.

you grab his hand as you run around and observe all around the campus. it seems that most of the scenery has stayed the same.

you both recall funny memories, your old study areas, the place where you held your trainings, and more.

but of course, the most abundant being in your memories was korosensei.

"i still think about him, a lot." you say, brushing your hand against the ground as you sat down.

"..so do i." karma sighed, lowering down next to you. you both talk about him and remember all the memories. even though he was dead, he continued to have a happy place in your memories.

karma wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you continued to reminisce.

"he's the reason i was able to get this far in the first place. i owe him everything." you smile.

you both basked in the silence as you were overwhelmed by the nostalgia.

"hey, y/n, there's something i—"

"guys, come here! we've got cake!!" nagisa shouted from the campus.

"ooh, cake!!" you exclaimed, easily pulled away from the silence.

karma laughed and helped you up. you both walked back to the classroom, hand in hand.

after you had both gotten your cake slices, you went to go converse some more.

"so, how'd it go, loverboy?" rio smiles.

"didn't happen." he sighed.

"what?!" rio gawked at him. "after all my help??"

karma laughed. "what help??" he whispered. "you gave me a cookie and then kicked me in the deep end."

"i thought you already knew how to swim." she shrugged.

"can i have a snorkel?" he joked.

»»»

after a few more hours and activities, everyone had decided it was time to leave. you wanted to help clean up, so you decided to stay back and send everyone off.

little did you know, that karma had also decided to hang around.

"need some help?" he teased, seeing you struggle to get every single plate at once.

"would be nice," you smiled. he easily took the stack and carried them to the trash bin while you got a few paper towels to clean the tables. karma helped everywhere else.

after the cleaning, you swore the classroom looked cleaner than when you came.

"nice job, karma!! it looks great in here." you say proudly, with your hands on your hips. "we.. should probably get going now. i know you're pretty busy."

"sure, let's go." he smiles, scooping you up as you giggle.

he carries you to the front, while you groan, and tell him you forgot your things. he sets you down, and you run back inside as he leans against a tree while waiting for you.

his thoughts were running through his head. could they have noticed how nervous i've been today?? i've barely made any jokes at all.

i definitely need to tell them. right now.

you arrive again, ready to leave the school. "alright, karma. see you around!" you smile and begin to walk off.

although a little apprehensive, he stops you.

"wait, y/n." he says, with a smile on his face. "there was something i wanted to tell you earlier." he says.

"yeah, what's up?" you smirked.

slightly stuttering and breaking his usually chill persona, he started to speak.

"i.. i don't know if anyone told you this, but, i used to have a big crush on you. like, huge." he started.

you faced him, and crossed your arms and smiled. "really? i never noticed. tell me more." you teased him lightly.

he put his hands in his pockets. "so... you knew?" he said, feeling a little defeated.

"please, you were a junior high student. as slick as you thought you were, you were a little dumb." you joke.

"that's not very nice," he rolls his eyes dramatically. you laugh and take a few steps closer to him.

gently taking hold of his hands, you look into his eyes. "i knew the whole time. but, there's something i don't know now."

"if that happens to be a certain question, i think you might be in luck." he says.

"it seems you already know." you whisper, leaning a little closer.

"yes, y/n. i still very much like you." he sighs.

you tried to hide your excitement, but karma couldn't help but notice the sparkle in your eyes.

"then... would you mind if i--" you begin to say, but karma interrupted you.

karma gently brings you in and gives you a kiss.

you sigh softly into the kiss, relieved that he reciprocated your feelings. that have indeed been actively increasing over the years.

you slowly pull away. "maybe we'll be seeing each other more often than we think." you whisper.

"i'd like that a lot, i think." karma whispers back.

you walk back with him, hand in hand, with your minds more at peace than they've ever been in the past 7 years.

notes: ahh this is so cute i love it </3 i live for these kinds of confessions they're so heartwarming!!

anyways i'm really sorry it took so long!! i was really busy this week and had a lot of stuff i needed to do for school!!

[anzulvr]

୨୧ On Purpose Karma x (fem) Reader || Chapter: 03 ୨୧

Prev || 03 Café Talks || next

— "Hi, How can we help you today?"

As [Name] and Karma enter the Café, they're greeted by Isogai.  Karma winces as the realization of Isogai working there hits him like a ton of bricks. He can't believe he forgot such an important detail.

It's not Isogai he's worried about, if Karma asked him to, he'd keep things a secret. The problem arises if another one of his classmates are here and it somehow spreads to the main campus or even worse- Korosensei, who is known for getting overly involved in other peoples relationships.

A few tables away Nagisa is attempting to back track, "Are you sure we should be here? Don't you think this is too intrusive even for us..?"

"Nagisa, do you realize how much dirt the sadist has on everyone? This is our chance to get back at him so don't wimp out now."

"I am not wimping out! I think If we asked he'd-"

Rio whisper-shouts "Wait look! They're here!"

Karma scans the area, just in case. He chose the café since it's usually quiet, much like today. The only people here were the usual older ladies doting on Isogai trying to set him up with their grandchildren, and an unusual group of people decked in all black and sunglasses. He thought maybe they were coming back from a funeral.

"[Name], you go get us a table I'll order everything."

Name nods, grateful she doesn't have to carry the pressure of that.

Isogai leads Karma over to the register, thinking now is probably the best shot he has to ask any questions.

"Didn't realize you and [Name] are friends."

"She's the only person I talked to when I was in A class, aside from Nagisa."

"Ah makes sense, should I go ask her what she want's?"

"It's okay, [Name] orders the same thing every time, [favorite food + drink]."

"What about you?"

"Surprise me."

Isogai sweat drops "Are you sure? What if you don't like what I pick?"

"I'm sure, thanks Isogai."

"Anytime, have fun with your date..?"

"You won't tell Korosensei about this right? You know how he gets."

"I won't tell him." Isogai feels guilty, Korosensei would find out about this whether he kept his mouth shut or not.

He was in a tough position, he didn't want to lie to Karma but he didn't want to out four of his classmates and his teacher that would hear anything he whispered.

                                    ༉‧₊˚.

"The pudding is so good!" Kayano exclaimed cheerily.

"We know Kayano, keep it down!" Rio hushed her as she took her sunglasses off.

"I think we should get out of here." Nagisa piped up

Rio laughs "Go ahead, Karma's going to see you walk right out."

After shutting him up she then addresses Korosensei's uninvited presence, "If you're going to be here make yourself useful, put the pen down."

"But this is where my inspiration is most flowing..."

"I can’t see anything from here! We should move closer." suggests Hinano,

"No need for that, our job here is done."

"But we haven't heard anything." Rio questioned

"Did you forget I have an advanced sense of hearing?" Korosensei proudly announces before he continues

"Karma confirmed to Isogai it's a date and asked him not to let me find out moments ago! I don't understand why he wouldn't want me to know but that's not the focus..."

Hinano replies "Makes sense, I wouldn't want you knowing if I were him either."

                                      ༉‧₊˚.

Karma grabbed [Names] phone out of her hand, she gave him a half hearted smile. "Who's more important? Me or your phone."

She laughed as she snatched it back

"Sorry, it's Asano. He's been texting me about an event the student council is working on."

"I didn't hear anything about an event."

"I didn't mention it? I've been so stressed out about it I haven't even had time to complain. It's a tutoring group like we usually have but this time we're planning out the lessons beforehand with actual lecture presentations."

"If it's stressful just let them do everything."

She smiled "No way- Asano is such a control freak I think he'd show up at my door if I ignored the messages!"

[Name] pressed her lips together, she'd been wanting to ask Karma something for while but hadn't found a good moment, she figured now was as good as it could get,

"Are you still planning to stay in End Class? I miss having classes with you."

"I miss that too but I like End class, it's not as bad as everyone makes it sound."

"You have to hike up a hill every morning and get judged every time you walk near the main campus. What makes you want to stay?"

"For one, there's no Asano"

She cracked a smile "Hey! There's also no me."

If he wanted to stay, that was his decision. No matter how many times she told herself this she continued to spiral thinking about how everyone in her life was seemingly growing distant.

The explosion of the moon was a nasty reminder that nothing was here to stay. Everything she had today could be gone by tomorrow.

She didn't have any friends other than Kaho, who's been too busy for her. They haven't hung out alone in weeks because of how caught up Kaho has been in her relationships. If Kaho can grow distant in such a short amount of time whats to say Karma won't.

The more name thinks about it the more her voice grows anxiously.

"You won't consider it? Your grades are perfect, as long as you stop fighting they'll want you back."

"And if I don't feel like going back?"

"This isn't just what you feel, You're one of the smartest students- I don't want to watch your work go down the drain over some stupid fights."

"Stupid? if everyone in the main campus wasn't so stuck up, and the teachers weren't so conniving then there wouldn't be problems."

"Don't be like that, I know you're helping people but what's stopping you from coming back? You don't miss me? Why am I the only one who cares about that?"

Her eyes water, but she keeps  the tears from falling.

"I do care about that, what reason have I given you to believe I don't?”

"You aren't thinking of me. I'm starting to doubt you ever do!"

[Name] doesn't know what she's talking about. Everything he's doing for her. She doesn't know her life is on the line and if he left E-class he'd have no control on the outcome. The words fall out before he can backtrack,

"I'm thinking about your future! I'm trying to make things better for everyone!"

"Staying there has everything to do with everyone but me!"

He bites his tongue. He's going to say too much if he continues.

He cares alot more than she realizes. He feels so desperate to assassinate Koro sensei because if they don't it won't just be him dying, it'll be [Name]- and the rest of the world too.

She scoffed, "You're pushing me away, the same way you did Nagisa."

He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could utter a word, they realized someone was coming towards them.

"Karma, [Name]? Are you guys alright?" It was a familiar voice, concerned and hesitant.

"...sorry were we loud?" [Name's] anger fading into resignation.

Isogai sets their order down on the table,

"No, don't worry!" He smiles reassuringly, [Name] couldn't be sure if he was telling the truth or simply trying to not embarrass her.

"We're fine. [Names] just tired."

Karma takes a sip of the drink isogai picked "Matcha?"

Isogai nods with an awkward smile, he's not sure whether he should ignore the fact they were fighting a second ago or try helping, he decides they can fix it themselves.

"I'll leave you alone then, If you need anything else call me over!"

"Thank you Isogai."

Karma mimics her voice in the most exaggerated way "Thank you Isogaiii, don't leave yet Isogai!"

"I don't sound like that."

"You're right, you were smiling way more."

She scoffs in an attempt to hide her laugh, "You're so petty."

He shrugs, not able to deny it "Wanna try my drink?"

[Name] pulls his cup towards herself "I didn't know you liked Matcha."

"Me neither."

He noticed the confusion in her face as she furrowed her eyebrows but he ignored it wanting to get to the root of her problems before they re-escalated.

"[Name], I'm not replacing you or whatever else you've been telling yourself, but I'm set on staying in E-class."

"I know, but we haven't been seeing each other and you got new friends and it's getting to my head."

"If you want to be in the same class so badly just start failing until they throw you down with me."

[Name] deadpanned, her phone rang for the 5th time since they got there.

"Asano would probably stop annoying you too."

She knew he was kidding, but part of her was considering it.

"He wants me to meet with the rest of the council at the library in half an hour."

"Let's eat quickly then, we'll walk there together."

Twenty minutes later they picked up all their belongings getting ready to leave, when [Name] noticed a green haired girl nearly drooling at the sight of pudding options Isogai brought out from the back, she was hovered over the glass display- Nagisa was pulling her hand trying to get her back to their table.

Name pointed at the interaction "Karma, isn't that Nagisa with a girl over there?"

"Huh? Yeah- that's Kayano..." He trails off when he notices their strange outfit choices and it dawns on him. He looks over at the strange group from earlier and makes eye contact with Korosensei. He decides to hurry her out the door before she can catch wind of anything.

"[Name] let's go, you're going to be late."

"I want to say hi to Nagisa, and since when do you care about being on time?"

Dragging her out the door he says "Since today- let's hurry before Asano calls you again."

[tecchoussuperlady]

SHEESH

Thanks for the request from @urfavpisces111

I hope u like it, even if this is not my typa of interest. I tried, but it's a bit shorter.

SFW!

Warnings: angst no comfort, mentions of cheating, cursing, manipulation

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Hands roughly bruised and caloused were playing with emtpy glass on the little coffee table. The usually full fight club was now empty. Instead of usual screams combined with agressive shouting and cheering were now replaced with sorrowful quiet atmosphere.

There were already two empty bottles of whiskey, with the quality of being jujutsu sorcerer comes an extraordinary stamina.

Kinji knew that yours realitionship wasn't perfect, nothing is perfect. But mistakes were done and he should start working with what he destroyed instead of drinking himself into numbness. This clearly wasn't a right thing to do no matter what reason or apology he would come with. Just lying is bad, but cheating is another level.

To his bad luck [name] vanished faster than he could start thinking straight. Even if his actions were unapologetic, he wanted to at least make sure that you know that it's not your fault. There was never nothing wrong with his lover. They were perfect, however the match didn't end up as the most flawless one. The mistake was his drunken solution.

If he only listened to his lover every time they scolded him for being impulsive. While baking when he took out the meat raw. While ordering more food than he would be able to eat even in two. While he was gambling with his own life during fights.

.............................................

Quiet footsteps walking barefoot towards the hotel room bed. It was huge.

"Finally calm sleep, without having to share a bed."

The young woman mumbled to herself before she hushed to the bed.

Left hand quickly grabbing the phone and dialing the number she would remember even if she lost all her memories.

"Hello?"

The other line was quiet.

"Anyways, im done with the request, im bringing everything tomorrow."

The lady said into the phone and hung up.

.............................................

After drinking another bottle of the expensive whiskey, Kinji's mourning was interrupted by knock on his office.

"The door is opened!"

Slow footsteps were elegantly entering the room.

"Hello hello"

"[Name] ! What are you doing here?"

Kinji started panicking. How did she get there? Did she forgive him? No, she would never.

"I'm visiting my beautiful faithful amazing boyfriend!"

Sharp inhale followed.

"Sheesh, im here for my things. I'm definitely not leaving my belongings behind, it wasn't for free. "

Kinji just gulped down the saliva which settled in his troath.

"Feel comfortable then, you can take your time."

The young woman just shrugged and started collecting her belongings which she left behind. As an spare phone charger, or some clothes.

Few minutes later Kinji decided to break the uncomfortable thick atmosphere.

"I'm sorry, it wasn't your fault. We had problems and i took the wrong way instead of solving them with you. I just want you to know that there is nothing wrong with you, you are perfect and i was just a dick. I wasn't trying to find someone better, I just wasn't using my brain."

A/n: i ate like seven toasts today, life sucks.

Kinji exhaled after finishing his speech.

"Yes, and? Did you think that i would become insecure or something after YOU cheated on me? No thanks, i know my worth."

Her hand grabbed blanket she brought here earlier few months ago.

"And if you are wanna know i sold your fight club."

Kinji raised his head. Is she playing with him?

"What?"

"As i said, I'm not sorry, but i was working there undercover to take a look at Gojo's student. You taking care of me was an lucky bonus. Im done here, thanks for the gifts and free dinners. You were fun sometimes!"

Her hand grabbed the bag and left as fast as she appeared.

Was this his karma? Kinji knew that every sction comes with consequences, but he didn't expect to loose his hard work.

"I enjoyed it too..."

A bare whisper left his mouth.

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I'm sorry if good ending was expected, but u won't catch me accepting cheating. (Family troubles ig)

Hope u enjoyed at least a little! ♡

[rikaluver]

Who said sex can't fix everything?

[Joe Goldberg X Guinevere Beck]

Summary: An alternate way of fixing their relationship in S01E19: Candance. WC: 2145 Category: Smut CW: Assault, Aggravated Assault

For the first time, I'm writing about a big interest of mine that isn't Postal or FNAF all because my friend put the idea in my head. Thanks, Paige <3

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"Get up on the fence!" Joe shouted, his voice aggravated and rapid, "don't move."

"Hey, come on man, be cool." Nicky whimpered in a hushed tone. He tried looking back at his perpetrator but was swiftly met by a blow to the face with his assailant's weapon of choice—a gun.

"Shut up!" Joe demanded, seizing Nicky's hand, which clutched his phone. "Unlock it."

Nicky searched frantically for the home button with his thumb. He had only one thought on his mind. Stay. Alive. And the only way he would do that is if he complied. He unlocked the phone and Joe snatched it out of his hand. His goal was clear as his finger made a bee-line for the phone app, opening it up to see nothing but Beck.

Beck, Beck, Beck, Beck, Beck.

Of course, there were some other calls from his wife and his office but Beck was the only one that mattered right now.

"Jus-just take whatever you want."

"Shut it!" is more of what Joe wanted to say, but it all came out as an angered grunt. He kicked Nicky in the back of the knees, forcing his head closer to the fence. His finger moved to Nicky's messaging app where he'd find messages with Beck. The first one that caught his eye was a message from Beck: stop contacting me. It's over.

The more he scrolled up, the more evidence of their affair he could find. From images, to sexual messages detailing how Nicky wanted to taste her. It made him sick to his stomach and all he could think about was the betrayal.

How could she cheat? What the hell was he doing wrong? She's all he ever wanted. Everything he did was for her, and this is how she repays him? A tear dropped onto his screen, causing a ripple of water, distorting his view.

He kicked Nicky in the back of the knees again, causing him to fall to his knees before he'd start his pleading. "I-I have a family, I..." His breathing was labored as he stumbled over his words, "I can make it right."

Joe cocked his gun, how dare he even think about talking about his family now? After the affair he's been having with Beck? After all the lies and deceit?

"Please, my family, man, they don't deserve this."

Mr. Mooney's words came to mind: "Some people...deserve to die."

Beck's words also flooded his mind: "I know in my heart...that is not you. That can never be you."

The gun felt heavier and heavier, almost to the point where it felt like it was trying to pull itself away from his hand and toward Nicky. He was ready to pull the trigger, and Nicky could sense it. His body shook with fear and tears streamed down his face as he looked over his shoulder at the barrel pointed at his temple. This was it. He was going to die.

But something, something overwhelming led him to put his gun down. It might've been guilt. It might've been the belief that karma would come around. Whatever it was, it saved Nicky's life.

Joe's next destination was Beck's apartment. She was his final stop for the night, and he'd make it a memorable one. He wasn't sure what he would do but a part of him wanted to see her. He hurriedly walked to her apartment, opening the door with his key only to find her in the living room. The sound of the door opening and closing caught her attention. She turned around facing an angered Joe who seemed to have a few things on his mind. She noticed his demeanor, his stance. His hands balled into fists, his face red, his eyes bloodshot. He'd been crying.

"You told me I was crazy." He spoke slowly, his voice deep.

"What?"

"You told me I was crazy for even thinking it." Joe pointed at her, then back at himself all the while getting closer, "if we don't have trust, we have nothing. You said that to me. Do you remember?"

Then, it dawns on Beck. The first time Joe had accused of her of cheating, she said those exact words to him. "What are you talking about?" She looked down, to the side, anywhere but at Joe.

"You know what I'm talking about." There's a brief silence before Joe speaks again, his voice breaking. "There's no Emma Fox."

She swallows her spit, finding the courage to look Joe in the eyes.

"I'm only gonna ask you this once," he closes his eyes, "and I need the truth." He exhales slowly and shakily, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "Are you, or were you ever fucking your therapist?"

Beck doesn't answer and instead looks away.

"Answer me," he says through gritted teeth. "Answer me!" She flinches, closing her eyes. He doesn't mean to yell at Beck, no, he would never intentionally yell at Beck. He loves her. You don't yell at people you love. But you don't cheat on people you love either.

"Yes. Yes, I was. I did. I...I cheated. But it's over now." She attempts to reason with him.

"I've done nothing but dote on you. Support you."

"I know."

"Love you," the volume of his voice gets louder.

"I know, Joe."

"And look at what you've done to me." His voice cracks. "You dig into my past, you dissect my life. You paint me out to be this monster, this...someone who could hurt people, who could do terrible things. But who is the monster here, really? Who?"

"It was wrong of me. I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" His jaw clenched. "You're fucking sorry? For what, Beck? For hurting me? For making me look like a fool?" His hand runs through his hair, pulling it, before he looks back up at Beck—her neck. He'd choke her. That's what he'd do. It was simple, and he'd get the same satisfaction as if he were to pull the trigger. He'd kill two birds with one stone. He'd choke the life out of her, and the pain would go away. All of it. All the pain she'd caused him would be gone. And she wouldn't have to feel it either. It'd be quick, too. She wouldn't suffer. Maybe they'd even end up in heaven together. He steps forward and she steps back, afraid. Afraid of what Joe might do to her.

Before he knew it, his hands were on her neck. She tried to pry them off but he was much stronger than she was. His hands gripped her tighter and tighter and her vision began to blur, and his mind began to race.

"Please, stop. I'm sorry," Beck plead, her voice barely above a whisper, "I love you."

Her words rung in his ears and suddenly he felt as though he's being choked himself. What is he doing? Why is he doing this? He loves her too, more than anything, and yet he's choking the life out of her. Her fingers loosened their grip around his wrist, and she fell to the floor, coughing. He knelt to the ground.

"I'm sorry." He said, his voice cracked as his hand caressed her cheek. "I didn't mean to." His eyes welled up with tears, and all she could do was stare. Stare into the eyes of the man she loved, the man she still loves. "I didn't mean to hurt you, I love you. You know that. I'm just a little broken."

"Joe..." She croaked, reaching out to touch his face.

There was a moment of violence between them and an undeniable sexual tension. A line had been crossed, a boundary broken. Their eyes met and in that instant, there was no denying their desire for one another. They were a mess. An absolute mess, and they were attracted to each other in the most fucked up way.

He pulled her close, pressing his lips against hers. Her hand cupped the back of his neck as he moved her hair out of the way and kissed her neck. She was breathless, and he was intoxicated.

She wanted him as badly as he wanted her. She pulled off her shirt, exposing her breasts and he cupped her right breast with his hand, gently squeezing her nipple. He was gentle, almost timid with his touches, and his kisses. Her body arched towards his, her arms snaking around his waist as she felt his arousal against her leg. She was desperate, and she needed him. All of him. She didn't care about the consequences, she didn't care about the affair, she didn't care that this is all wrong, and she didn't care about the way he had just assaulted her. She wanted him, and nothing would get in the way of her desire. She unbuttoned his shirt, her hands roaming his chest before she pushed him onto his back and got on top of him. Her hands moved down his stomach to his pants, tugging them off and freeing his erection. She stroked his cock, causing him to groan as he bucked his hips. His hands slid up her thighs and rested on her ass as she continued to stroke him.

He grabbed the sides of her underwear, pulling them down before she got rid of them herself. His mouth watered as he stared at her, all of her, and how perfect her body was. Her breasts were beautiful, and her hips were so damn inviting. He licked his lips as he looked up at her, waiting for her next move. She positioned herself on his lap, slowly sliding down onto his cock.

He whimpered as her pussy engulfed him. She felt like heaven. It was warm and tight and wet. It was everything he had imagined it would be and more. She was perfect, and he couldn't take his eyes off of her. She looked so beautiful, riding his cock like this.

"Beck...there isn't a line in the world that I wouldn't cross for you." His thumb brushed against her cheek, causing her to shiver. Something in her mind snapped though, she didn't know why but something...something in her made her slap him. Hard. His face turned to the side, his lip cut by his teeth.

To her surprise, he didn't get upset. "Fuck, do that again, please." He groaned. The sound of his voice and his moans were enough to push her over the edge, and she slapped him again. He bucked his hips in response and bit his lip. His fingers dug into her hips, urging her to keep going.

"Oh god," she moaned. "Oh, Joe." Her eyes closed, her head tilted back. He watched her as she rode him. He wanted to watch her cum.

"Beck," his voice was deep and husky, his tone needy. He was close, so close, but he didn't want it to end. Not yet. He was desperate for more. She slowed her pace, moving her hips against his cock, grinding against him. His mouth fell open and he groaned. "Don't stop." He begged.

She leaned down and kissed him, her tongue slipping into his mouth. He tasted sweet, salty, and a little bit coppery. His hands moved to her back, his fingers trailing up and down her spine. She whimpered as his nails grazed her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps. Her lips moved to his neck, and she kissed his throat. Her teeth nipped at his skin, and he gasped. "Beck, fuck," his voice was low and breathless. He was getting closer and closer. She could feel his cock pulsing inside of her.

She sat up, and she watched him. His eyes were half-lidded, his cheeks were flushed, and his hair was messy. She couldn't help but think how beautiful he looked. She moved faster, grinding against his cock, taking him deeper. "I want you to cum for me, Joe." She whispered. He bit his lip, trying to hold back his moans. "I want you to cum inside me."

That did it. His cock twitched inside of her, and he groaned. His grip tightened on her hips and he thrust up into her. He came inside of her. She smiled, feeling his cock throb. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and she whimpered. That feeling of having warm liquid shoot inside you. How she longed for it.

His breathing was labored, and his chest was heaving. She laid her head on his shoulder, her cheek resting on his chest. She listened to his heartbeat, and it made her feel safe. His arms wrapped around her, holding her close. Her body fit perfectly against his. His skin was soft and warm, and he smelled good. It was a familiar smell. He smelled like home. The feeling was comforting and made her feel loved and secure.

[valeria-garza-enjoyer]

I want to have you to myself for once

Valeria Garza x Reader.

She looks at you, eyes sunken in and dim, exhausted does not begin to describe how either of you feel.

“If they’re not here by tomorrow night, I-I…” You trail off, looking at her intently. “I don’t want you to die… so I want you to eat me.”

Or: You and Valeria get stranded, and in your last act of love and service to her, you offer her your body and blood. And she swallows you whole.

Based on Vore by Sleep Token.

MAJOR CW: cannibalism, murder, suicide.

Valeria is carried back by Diego once found. Her hands, almost to her elbows, covered in blood and peritoneal fluid, mouth stained by the maroon ichor and caked on her teeth. Splatters reach her eyes, clumping her lashes. Down her jaw, covering her neck, staining the neckline of her shirt.

Nothing reaches her eyes but the blood. No smiles, no screams, not even tears can reach her from here. Loaded on the helicopter, she looks down at the ground below her, thinking it would be a better fate to join you now than wait. To hold you in her arms once more, not stained in your gore. Diego wraps an arm around her shoulders tighter, a rare sign of affection he wouldn’t normally give. He knows this could be life or death, not holding Valeria down when they’re hundreds of feet in the air.

She gave the order to retreat, the Vaqueros could have this one. They could win the battle, but she would win the war. And she would win, there was no doubt. But as she was packing up and heading out, running with her men, she sees you. Her sweetheart, her bebita, was stuck under rubble. She breaks off and runs back to you, resting her hands on your shoulders.

“Baby? Baby!” She calls, slightly out of breath from the heat and intensity of the day. She shakes your shoulders, huffing. “We have to go, now! Can you walk?”

You cough up dust and debris, ground concrete filling your airways and ruining your lungs. Your entire abdomen below is stuck under hundreds of pounds of cement, and a feather’s touch would send it crushing you.

Valeria, normally cool and calm, is hysteric. She left her entire cartel behind just to save you. No idea where they are now, Vaquero’s probably still in the area, and you are stuck with no way out, she can’t think. She aimlessly pulls on your arms, hoping to pull you free and call it that, run after her men with you over her shoulder. But life is never that easy for a woman who has turned on everyone she knew. Karma was going to catch up to her, God was going to strike her down, and this is where. You were her ending, you were her penance and purgatory.

She sits there beside you, resting her head against yours as tears of frustration begin to fall, cleaning her face of the dust in tiny trails. She could never be mad at you, no no no. She’s mad at herself for letting you stray away, letting you continue fighting after you two fell in love, letting you in her heart in the first place.

“Are you okay, mi princesa?” She whispers softly, the only way to keep her voice from cracking. “Are you in pain like I am?”

Your words are hushed and indeed pained, a grimace on your face as the rebar and chunks of concrete press down on your feet, cutting off circulation slowly. You try to wiggle your feet out, and scream as the concrete slams down on your toe.

“Val!” You cry, thrashing and clawing at her vest. There’s a primal look in your eyes, but it’s not the kind that makes her shiver and devour you like a man starved. It’s primal fear, so basic and simple that it scares her back. “Get me out!”

“Darling, please, I don’t want to hurt you!” She pleads, placing her hands over yours and squeezing them. “Please don’t make me hurt you…”

“If I’m going to be in pain, I’d rather you cause it, damnit!” You hiss back, pulling her vest so she leans into you. “Just get me out of here!”

“Okay, okay okay okay, just…” Valeria huffs, looking over the situation. She knows not even an army could get you out of this, how is she meant to do it on her own?

She pushes up on the lower edge of the broken slab, inching it up with all her might. She slows, holding it up with her back. It’s just enough room for you to start wriggling yourself out. You pull on your foot, falling out onto the ground. She lets the rubble fall and pulls you into her arms, letting out a breath she was barely aware of, pressing you to her chest.

“I-” Valeria starts to laugh, and you laugh, too. Shock and hysteria prevail. She sits on the ground, pulling you in and l rubbing your back, keeping your head cradled to her chest. Above all else, her priority is to keep you safe and calm. And since she’s already failed at the first one, she might as well try to accomplish the second one. “Bebita, you’re okay, we’re okay. See? Both fine.” She murmurs, repeating fragments of the sentence over and over, maybe more so to soothe herself.

After some time has passed, she looks at you, tears welling up in her eyes once more. There’s nothing around here. No bases nearby, no cities to walk to safely, nothing. And with her radio broken and phone with no service, she’s shit out of luck. You both are shit out of luck. She knows the general direction that her men went in, but would you two be able to catch up with them? Would you be able to stay up with her with what was probably a broken foot or toe? She certainly wouldn’t leave you behind when she didn’t even know where she really was, there was no way she’d know how to get back to you or find you.

“Valeria…” You whisper after a small coughing fit, hopefully forcing the last of the dust from your lungs. “Where… where are we?”

She doesn’t have an answer to that.

Valeria purses her lips and hums, looking around nervously. It’s not normal for her to be nervous. She’s always the level headed one of the relationship, but now? With nowhere to go and no one to help? Nothing but the clothes on your backs? Even the toughest crack a little under these conditions.

“I don’t really know, preciosa.” She finally pushes past her teeth and tied tongue, the words sounding weird and breathy. “I really don’t know.”

The sky starts to darken, the chill setting in quickly. She hugs you tighter and lays against the rubble, cocooning you in and trying to keep the heat between the two of you in this isolated, abandoned town.

The night is long, unfortunately. Constantly getting woken up by gusts of wind pushing and pulling at you, biting your skin in the thin, breathable layers meant for the daylight only, chilling you inside and out. And when the wind dies down and Hypnos is about to let the two of you find rest once more, the coyotes start to yip, each time getting closer and louder until it’s as if they’re on the opposite side of the building you two lay against.

You curl into her side and whimper after the fourth time getting woken up by the howling of the feral. You blink, barely able to see Valeria in the pale moonlight. She’d look like an angel if she didn’t have stress permanently etched onto her face right now.

“Do you think we’re gonna make it out, Valeria?”

“We can’t afford to think like that, sweetheart. We’re gonna make it out.”

“Valeria.”

“We will make it out.”

She pulls you tight, breathing in the remnants of your shampoo and perfume. Her eyes water and she blinks them away, burying herself in your warmth and willing herself to sleep this nightmare away.

When day breaks, the chill finally leaving your bones, She looks around the brightening horizon. Nothing in any direction. Nothing for miles. Nothing. Just nihil, nihil, nihil. She sighs, stands up and walks around, looking at what little tracks stayed intact over the windy night. Footprints going in all directions, the indents of where tires once rested, but no clear direction. Valeria huffs, looking through abandoned buildings on the brink of collapsing in on her, looking for any resources. Some have empty cans in them and wrappers of old soldiers MRE’s. Some have rats feasting on their dead friends in desperation, some are made more of cobwebs than concrete. She’s shit out of luck again. She comes back to you and kneels to you, kissing your dusty and cracked knuckles. Your ankle is swollen, your knee bruising something fierce.

“Think you can walk chula?” She whispers, looking over the other bruises making themselves known. It’s not that Valeria wants you to walk. No, if she had it her way, you’d be wrapped in the finest silks in her mansion, never to taste iron in your mouth or gunpowder up your nose again. You’d be her belle of the ball until time simply stopped.

You try to put weight on your leg once she stables you on your feet, but your leg simply crumples. The ankle rolls on impact with the ground, pain shooting from your toes and knee joining your ankle in collapsing. You cling to her, fingers gripping her vest and begging for respite. Valeria shushes your whimpers and lays you back down in the shade, kissing your forehead.

“I’m going to survey over that hill, okay? If there’s anything I see I’m coming back to grab you. I don’t care if that means I carry you on my shoulder the entire time, I’m not leaving you, baby. Just stay put, please. If I’m not back by sundown go hide in a building, some of them look pretty secure.”

You nod reverently, sitting up to press a kiss to her chapped lips. Valeria sighs and kisses you back, cupping your cheek for a moment before letting go, patting your jaw as she leaves the safety of your lips. You two make eye contact. Two sets of tear stained eyes, two sets of cheeks, caked with sand and powdery concrete, sunburns starting to develop on both your faces, lips chapped to the point of blistering.

Valeria makes the trek to the hill, sighing as she looks over the new horizon in front of her. In the distance she thinks she sees something dark, too dark to be a plant or more desert. It has to be water or more buildings, but she can’t take that risk. She’d die making that walk with you over her shoulder, and she knows the two of you have about a good day in a half before dehydration becomes a genuine problem. She cusses under her breath, fishing in her pocket for her phone, desperate for a signal.

She gasps.

SOS.

No cellular signal, no wifi, no satellite. But She’s still somewhere close enough to a tower to get an SOS signal through. Who will it reach though?

She doesn’t have time to think about that when she dials Diego, praying it’ll get through. After the third ring, it picks up.

“Diego. Dime que puedes encontrar las coordenadas de este teléfono, por favor.” She doesn’t even wait for him, the words rushing out without thought.

A beat goes by.

“Cortaste, ¿qué dijiste?”

Her heart sinks. She has to get this through, she can’t let the call drop. She can’t.

“¡Rastrea mi ubicación!” She yells clearly into the phone as the wind picks up, tears of frustration and helplessness stinging her eyes. Please, please please please-

“On it.”

Oh thank God. Valeria stays on the line, constantly shifting her weight from foot to foot.

“Sending Perez’s group, Señor.” Diego mumbles. She sighs in relief, laughing hysterically and gushing her thanks as the call drops. She runs back to the abandoned city and rushes to you, bringing you into her arms.

“I had enough signal to get a call through, amorcito. They’re coming for us.” She whispers, giddy and out of breath. She kisses you repeatedly, peppering your cheeks with soft pecks. You giggle softly, kissing her back and wrapping your arms around her neck.

Except a day goes by.

And both your throats are starting to seriously dry up and there’s no sign of Perez’s team. Valeria paces around all day outside, making short, quick loops around the small town, praying she’ll see a few armored trucks drive up and call for her. But they never come.

She collapses next to you that night, both your stomachs rumbling and eyes starting to sink in, Valeria looking particularly dizzy. She rests her head on your shoulder, moaning quietly as her head continues to make circles her body stopped hours ago.

Dehydration is a bitch.

The next morning comes and you wake up, Valeria already gone. In her state? Both of you severely dehydrated and in pain? She’s going to die out there! You crawl, limping to the opening of the building, looking around. Valeria rushes close to you, eyes dry and dazed, pupils blown wide. She looks hysteric.

“Bebita!” She laughs, picking you up and throwing you over her shoulder, ignoring the pain in her limbs and the hiss of pain that comes from you. “I saw them! I swear I saw Martinez’s team! They’re here, just over the hill!”

Wasn’t it Perez’s team?

“Valeria, honey, please calm down. You need rest!” You whisper, voice cracking slightly. You pound your fists against her back, begging her to let you down. This isn’t her, she isn’t here. Her eyes when she picked you up were crazed and distant, skin sickly and dry, fingers shaking and legs swaying. She stops mid-way to the hill, looking over at you, setting you down in the dirt. Her eyes focus for a moment before she sighs, shaking her head and picking you back up, heading back to the building you two were perched in.

“I’m so sorry, honey… I’ve failed you so badly…” She whispers, voice hoarse. If only she had the tears to express her pain, but the look in her eyes and tone in her voice are enough. She sets you back down in the corner you two will call home and your eternal resting site soon.

The two of you sit in silence, looking over your bodies as the day goes on, trying to commit every last piece of skin to memory. As the sun sets, both your sets of eyes getting hazy and blurry, you finally utter the words that have been on your tongue all day.

“Valeria… I don’t want you to die.”

“We are not going to die, love.”

“I don’t want you to die, though.”

She looks at you, eyes sunken in and dim, exhausted does not begin to describe how either of you feel.

“If they’re not here by tomorrow night, I-I…” You trail off, looking at her intently. “I don’t want you to die… so I want you to eat me.”

Valeria gasps, eyes widening horribly so.

“No, no way! I could never! I would rather die than do such a thing!”

“Valeria we are running out of time and I don’t want you to die!”

“They’ll come tomorrow!”

“So I’m planning for if they don’t!”

“No, that is final, cariño.”

“Valeria I love you! Let me service you this one last time, please! Let me have my last moments being loved so wholly you live off of me!” You cry out, hugging her so tightly you feel your lungs ache from the pressure. She sobs in unison with you, hugging you back just as tightly.

“Fine. If they… don’t… come tomorrow night, I will. I will.”

You smile weakly and shuffle into her lap, coughing quietly and laying your head against her chest. She cards a hand through your hair and looks down at you, gnarly whines and pitiful wails bubbling up, begging to be released. But she holds them down, locking them away for when you two are saved.

But that never comes, not for you at least.

The next day comes and goes, and by the end of the night, she’s forcing back sobs as she holds you. Her fingers claw into your back, face buried into your neck, body wrapped around yours.

“I can’t do it, amor. I can’t.” Valeria whispers, sobs bubbling up freely as she looks you over. “You’re my everything…”

“So make me a part of you.” You whisper back, just as quiet as her. “Welcome me in.”

She looks at you and nods wordlessly. Her knife lays strapped onto her thigh, warm against her skin after the long day. When morning comes she will wrap her hands around her knife and crack your sternum open, looking for anything she can eat from you. But tonight, she holds you close under the night sky, knowing this is the last time you will be in her arms, living and breathing and loving.

Well, you’ll always love her. And she’ll always love you.

Under the cover of nightfall, she wraps her body around yours, kissing you with as much strength as she can muster, forging your souls together and minds into one. Her hands, shaky and desperate, ride up your shirt, cupping at the bottom of your bra and squeezing oh so gently. Your hands find their way to her hips, sliding under her cargos and resting, squeezing just the same as hers, on the fat of her hips. Teeth clash, tongues tied, eyes open and drinking in what little of the other they can see.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The day of rapture comes. Valeria starts to undo all your tactical gear, slipping your vest off and sliding your shirt off your body, unclipping your bra as well. Her hands find your cargos and she unbuttons them, pushing them and your panties down to your boots. She unties your boots and makes sure you’re bare for her to see. One last time.

Valeria unsheaths the sharp blade from her thigh and grips it in both hands, looking down at your soft body. She has to do this, she must survive.

“I love you so much, cariño.”

“I love you, too, Valeria.”

Her knife plunges horizontally through your chest, puncturing your lung and diving straight into your heart. The gasp that falls from your lips, the gasp of pure shock and adrenaline, makes a sob wretch from her own lips.

“¡Te amo, lo siento! ¡Te amo, lo siento! ¡Te amo, lo siento!” She sobs, pulling her knife out and forcing it into your sternum, cracking it in one sick thud and slicing the layers of tissue that protect it. She cuts down your abdominal cavity, sobbing and laughing as the blood gushes from you. Liquid, she thinks, but she knows somewhere deep down that even if blood didn’t dehydrate her more the action of drinking your blood would only kill her inside.

Regardless, though, she finds herself lapping up the fountains of ichor spilling from you. And liquid is liquid when you’re about to die of dehydration. She drinks until the supply on your stomach trickles to a stop, in which she comes up to your breast, kissing the pert nipple before lapping at the hole of her original incision. Her tongue slips in just barely and she pulls it out immediately, getting the taste of genuine fat on her tongue.

Her hands, a little more steady with some liquid in her, pry at your exposed sternum, grunting as she pulls it apart and looks at your heart. She stares at it, pulling at it and gently cutting the arteries away so she can hold it.

“Oh, mi corazón…” Valeria whispers, kissing your heart. She puts it back in, saving it for last. For now, she focuses on the meat in front of her, the ichor before her, spilling over her and the ground.

Like the butcher she is, she cuts away at your body, sobbing as she gnaws on your flesh and bone, chews on your raw meat and spits out gristle and fat. She tears at your thighs, kissing the insides of them before taking her first bite. As much as she doesn’t want to do this, she understands. She’s welcoming you in, swallowing you whole, making the two of you one.

She cuts away at every soft part of your body, harvesting what she can eat and scarfing it down over your open carcass. Your intestines are gently thrown to the side so she doesn’t threaten to spoil your meat. But then she sees it as she’s cutting your vaginal canal away to clump all your intestines out.

Your womb.

She throws the guts to the side and sifts through them, holding your womb in gentle, blood soaked hands. Her eyes tear up for the first time in days as she sobs once more. You two were talking about settling down, about doing surrogacy or adopting. About finally stepping away from the cartel like she wanted to, about hiding far away in the mountainside and keeping you as hers and hers alone.

Well. You are hers and hers alone now.

She finally circles back to your heart, now cold. She squeezes it gently and brings it to her lips, sinking her teeth in and biting down as hard as she can. She forces your ribs to move and curls up in your emptied body, gnawing on your heart, warming up in her hands.

Valeria’s never felt more close to you, unfortunately.

She sobs into your neck, kissing at the cold, unforgiving and unmoving skin. She begs to hear your heartbeat, begs to feel you breathe or see you smile. Her hands claw at your spine, running her hands over it like she used to, now inside and out.

“Please, mi preciosa, you’re all I have… please…” Valeria whispers brokenly, clawing at your well loved body. “You’re all I need.”

“Valeria?”

She cries softly, tears staining your face set in stone. They came. Had she just waited, like a sane person, she’d be laughing and kissing you and helping you walk to the car or helicopter. She screams loudly, a blood curdling, glass shattering, earth ending scream as she bashes her head into your sharp spine, begging for you to take her with you into the afterlife.

Diego and the men behind him grimace, but he advances, slipping his arms under her armpits and wrapping them around her shoulders, forcefully pulling the lovelorn, ichorous filled Valeria away. One last sob falls from her lips as she looks at your empty body,

“No, no, Diego, grab her!” She screams, reaching out for her other half, flailing with renewed strength. Diego just sighs and tugs her closer, walking to the helicopter. He mumbles something to one of the men behind him to grab the body and put it in a bag. He wouldn’t want to piss off his boss on a regular day, but when she’s like this? He’d rather be safe than sorry.

She looks down at the ground below her, getting smaller and less defined. And with one swift motion, her other knife plunges into Diego’s leg, and she jumps out of the open door of the helicopter.

She’s with you again. Never to be separated from her other half.

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been listening to vore (sleep token) a lot lately and it just popped in my head. No, i will NOT be paying for anyones therapy. That includes you Nex.

Idea: Listening to vore again. Thinking of a one shot where valeria and you are stuck and in the end you let her eat you so she can live and she never recovers.

have a good day. I hope you hate me.