#i just needed a small cry break and i think i'll be okay now

[cubot]

My favorite thing is watching a horror film that unexpectedly, suddenly, blatantly, fully sincerely becomes queer. There is something about it that hits hard in my chest, pushes and squeezes and tears. Beyond my enjoyment of a good film, a good story, there is some pain, some hope, some part of me that wants to reach out to the protagonists and drag them out of there and help them forward. Then I sit and cry.

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taboo (toji fushiguro x reader) + twt prn link

a/n: i'm finally back and i'm here to stay! i was taking a much-needed break but now that i'm back requests are open and i'll be fulfilling requests that i've already received. as always, thank you for all of the support! (this isn't realistic i almost passed out when i lost my virginity LMAO)

cw: LEGAL AGE GAP, reader is in college and toji is in his 40s, unprotected sex, toji is manipulative and shitty, dub con, loss of virginity, vaginal sex, toji says mama, baby girl, good girl, baby, etc, talks of breeding and marriage.

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Spending time with your best friend’s dad Toji. At first. Seems innocent enough and there’s no reason to think anything suspicious was going on. Of course, if you ignore the fact that he practically undresses you with his eyes and looks at your soft tits and ass when he thinks you’re not looking.

Tonight was the breaking point. The moment he saw you in the living room watching a movie with your now-sleeping best friend in those tight shorts he loved so much he knew he had to have you. Tonight.

There was a lot of suggestive flirting and before you knew it one thing led to another and you were in the middle of Toji’s big and soft bed with Toji on top of you.

“Been wanting you for so long you have no fuckin’ idea.” He says while licking a long stripe up your neck. A small whine escapes your lips. It goes to his leaking cock that’s now uncomfortably straining against his pajama pants.

“T-Toji wait.” You say nervously. “Hm?” He hums and pulls away from your neck and gives you a look full of concern. “I-I’m a virgin.” You stutter nervously and await his response. His gaze softens when he hears that you’re a virgin. “Aw, ‘s okay Sweetheart. I’ll be gentle and take care of you, ‘kay?” He gives your forehead a tender kiss before putting his forehead against yours and making direct eye contact. “O-okay, I trust you.” You feel like your face is on fire. Toji smiles before leaning in and pressing his scarred lips on yours.

It feels natural to kiss him back. It feels so right. His lips were impossibly smooth and tasted so good, it made you crave more of him. His strong calloused hand played with the hem of your top before it found its way up your tank top. a small mewl left your lips, but he couldn’t help himself. He just wanted to feel you all over. He had been waiting for this exact moment since he laid his eyes on you after all. “Shhhh~ It’s okay Baby lemme take care of you.” He whispers into the kiss. “I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

You knew Toji had a lot of experience with women and he sure as hell knew how to please one. Admittedly, you were a tad nervous but Toji was probably the perfect candidate for taking your virginity. The older man’s large hand found the soft flesh of your breast and your hard nub. “Hmmph! T-Toji!” You cry out and pull away from the kiss. “You’re so sensitive, we need to be quiet, we don't want to wake her, do we Baby Girl?” He whispers and uses his free hand to cover your mouth while kneading the soft flesh of your breasts with the other. You nod and hold back your moans while he begins to rub the sensitive bud. “I need to see these fucking tits.” He huffs.

The hands that were just massaging your breasts and covering your mouth are now at the neckline of your tank top. He’s so desperate to finally see your pretty tits after all this time that his strong hands rip the thin material of your tank top with no struggle. “‘m sorry Baby I had to.” A whistle leaves his lips when he sees your tits on full display for him. “Mmm, such pretty little tits Mama~” Your face turns a shade of bright red when you feel his sharp lustful gaze on your exposed chest.

“Can I Baby?” He licks his lips and looks at you for approval. “Mhm.” You were so shy and it was making Toji’s cock ache. He licks his lips before he lowers himself and leans in. The tip of his tongue nips your hardened nipple. “Fuck!” His mouth leaves your nipple, “Feels so good doesn’t it?” All you can do is whimper while his whole undivided attention is on your tits.

You can’t stop the moans that escape your sinful mouth. His movements switch between suckling on your hardened nipples and squishing your tits together and stuffing his face between them.

“‘M so obsessed with your tits. Even better than I imagined.” He squishes your soft tits together while his green eyes look up at yours. “No one else can touch these tits. Mine.” Toji leaves a soft bite on your right tit before his hand travels lower.

“Can I touch you down here, Sweetheart? I’ll make it feel so good.” He toys with the waistband of your tight shorts. “I bet your little virgin pussy is the sweetest.” Your legs clench when the words leave his lips. “I’m a little scared.” “There’s no need to be. You know I wouldn’t hurt you right, Doll?” The fingers that were toying with the waistband of your shorts were pulling them lower and lower. “I know I can make you feel so good. Just let me ‘kay?” “B-but!” Your shorts and panties are pulled down in one swift motion before you can even retort. Your soft cunt gets exposed.

The man between your legs licks his lips when he sees your soft virgin cunt. Your hand immediately goes down to cover your pussy which Toji wasn’t a fan of. He grabbed your small and weak hand and moved it away. “Let me see.” He demands while lifting your legs so he can see your puffy pussy. “Fuckk- Such a pretty little cunt. All for me too, no one else is allowed to touch you like this Baby.” “This is so embarrassing,” Two hands cover your face while Toji takes in the view of your body completely exposed to him now.

“Don’t be so shy Sweetie, you’re so fucking delicious.” He bites his lip and looks at your glistening folds.

He can’t help it, he wants to touch you now. His pointer finger dips between your slick folds and grazes your clit. “A-ah! Be gentle, pretty please.” Toji can’t help himself. All of your whimpers and mewls make him want to ravish you more and more. His cock needs to feel your tight pussy and needs to breed you full of his cum. He runs his finger up and down your folds.

He uses the fact that you’ve never felt anything like this before to his advantage. He frees his weeping cock of the restraint of his pajamas and damp boxers while you were a sensitive moaning mess from just his finger. He almost feels bad.

His cock is thick and long and he knows that it’s hard to take. Even for the more experienced women that he had slept with. The cold air hit his cock and he couldn’t hold back his soft moan. He also couldn’t help pressing the huge tip on your wet folds. “H-Huh? Is that?” You’re a bit confused, but then the realization hits and you realize what’s touching your wet cunt. “Mhmmm, it’s big isn’t it?” A shit-eating grin is plastered all over his face while he grips the base and rubs it between your wet folds, earning a moan from you. You uncover your face and take a look at Toji’s leaking cock on your pussy. “It’s so big, will it fit?” “Of course it will. If not. I’ll make it fit.” The tip of his cock poked at the small opening.

“Be good for me, yeah?” Before you can even process what’s happening you feel the tip of his thick cock begin to sink into your heat. “I-“ He didn’t even give you the chance to even adjust before his huge cock felt like it was ripping you in half. “Toji! Hurts. It’s not gonna fit!” You practically yell. “That’s only the tip Baby. Be a good girl and be quiet for me.” His tone is now low and almost scary. “Hurts so bad,” Tears begin to prick your eyes while Toji’s thick cock bullies its way into your tight virgin cunt.

“There we go-“ He groans when your pussy finally stretches around the thick length. “Wasn’t too bad was it?” His tone was almost condescending. The stretch was some of the worst pain you had ever felt, you almost regretted losing your virginity to someone that was so. Well endowed. Not that you could have possibly known that. “Hurts so badddd-“ You whine when you feel his coarse pubic hair against your bare pussy.

“Don’t be such a whiny baby,” He gives your clit a harsh slap making you yelp. “I’m sorry. Ah!” The feeling of being full is so unfamiliar, but it’s something you can get used to. His cock was so thick, but it filled you to the brim as bad as the stretch felt you knew it would be temporary. “I’ve never had pussy this tight. I should have fucked you a long time ago.”

When he thinks he’s waited enough time he begins to move his hips. “Your pussy is sucking me in. So perverted.” He bites his lip while he tries to savor the feeling of your tightness.

“T-Toji- Need more~” The pain had subsided and waves of pleasure had begun to wash over your body little by little.

“Do you? Such a needy girl.” He presses your plush thighs together. “I’ll give you more, dirty girl.” Toji wants to make you see stars and make sure you never forget this exact moment. As long as he can leave you a begging and whimpering mess he knows he’s done his job.

His hips slam into you over and over again. His balls hit the fat of your ass whenever he sped up. “I love my sweet little Baby. You’re so good and obedient. You belong to me now.” You could tell by his higher tone that he was enjoying this a little too much and getting carried away with such possessive language.

“You let me in raw, what a dirty girl. I need to breed you and make you a mommy.” He’s getting close and you could tell. “You’d like that, I know you would. Being my little pregnant wife.” His fingernails were digging into your soft thighs while he slams in and out.

“The way you’ve looked at me, I know you want this too.” “Breed me Toji,” You don’t need to tell him twice.

“You’re something else- Oh my god- I can’t hold back.” He groans before he feels pleasure wash over his muscular body.

“My god. I came so much so fast.” He sighs before pulling his softening cock out of your hole.

He watches as his warm seed spills out of your abused cunt. “You old perv, did you actually cum inside?” Silence.

[lina-lovebug]

I'd Fight The Devil

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, FINALE

Background: The future heir of Hell is on the way! Alastor has his doubts about being a good father and Lucifer is losing his mind.

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(Y/N) Morningstar is due any day now!

That dreaded due date was getting closer and closer and honestly, Alastor didn't know how to handle it.

Of course, he was happy when he found out that his beloved was pregnant. From what he knew, sinners couldn't reproduce! But from a brief (while crying) explanation from Lucifer, (Y/N) is extremely fertile and this could continue happening or just be a one time thing.

Honestly, it broke Alastor seeing her miserable. Her swollen hoofs, going days without sleep because of their spawn kicking up a storm, and not to mention the crying. It didn't bother him that she became much needier, as he was happy to give her all the hoof rubs and cravings she desired.

Alastor felt bad because he hears her confide in Charlie, "honestly, I'm not sure I want to do this again. It feels like my body doesn't belong to me."

He's heard that some pregnant women feel that way, but the way her voice broke when she said it.

He'd never touch her again if she asked.

"Need anything, mon cher?" Alastor asked as she waddled to the bathroom.

"No, but thank you," She smiled. He had been so attentive and it made this pregnancy a bit more enjoyable.

(Y/N) hated herself. Not because she hated their child, no, but because she hated how she felt. She hated that she wasn't enjoying her pregnancy like so many other mothers, and hated how she felt like a prisoner in her own body.

But today: she'd be free.

"ALASTOR!"

A scream awoke the half asleep Radio Demon and he instantly appeared by her side, "what happened?! Are you okay?!"

"I think my water broke last nigh-ah! I'm having contractions!"

The baby was coming.

THE FUCKING BABY WAS COMING.

He instantly got them to the hospital, all while waking up the entire hotel. Vaggie shook Charlie awake, Husker threw a bottle at Angel Dust, and Niffty was frantically killing any bug she saw.

"MY BABY! WHERE'S MY LITTLE PUMPKIN?!"

Lucifer was panicking more than Alastor.

"Oh, my sweet pumpkin!" Lucifer ran to her side as she groaned at the contractions, her horns peaking in and out every time pain lashed through her body.

"Dad, it hurts."

"Where are the scrubs?! I need-!"

"Dad, isn't it the father who's supposed to get scrubs?" Charlie questioned nervously.

"But my baby needs me!"

"What I need is everyone to get the fuck out!" (Y/N) screamed, completely overwhelmed by all of it. Charlie dragged their dad out of the room, and Alastor stayed.

"I'm sorry," She began to cry, feeling horrible about yelling at him.

"You have nothing to apologize for, my sweet girl," His radio voice broke momentarily as he held her hand, "all this pain will be over and we can finally hold our child."

"I already feel like such a bad mom," She cried, "I'm supposed to love being pregnant, but I fucking hate it."

His heart ached for his sweet love. She was in constant pain but hated herself for it.

"I'd never lay another hand on you if it meant you'd never feel like this again," He confessed.

"I'll cut off anyone's hands who touch you."

She smiled at that, "I think. . .I think I'm done after this little one. Definitely need to find out if I can stop being so fertile."

But just as things were calming down, her hand tightened his, and another wave of contractions came. It continued like this for an hour, and with a few more pushes, their child was born.

And even though Lucifer tried breaking into the room, he kept away for a little while longer.

"It's a girl?" Alastor asked.

"Yes. Congratulations!"

"Oh, she's so precious," (Y/N) looked at their daughter, now resting in her arms. She had two small deer horns poking out of her soft head, a ruffle of red hair to go along with it.

"I will give you all the demon meat you desire," Alastor felt satisfied when he looked at his daughter, and felt a pang of happiness within him.

"I think I know what her name is, Alastor," she had been snooping around and found a name from his past, which would make her future husband all the more joyful.

"And what's that, my dear?"

"Manon," His smile faltered.

It was his mother's name.

He looked upon his daughter as she handed him over, her eyes opening to see the Radio Demon - her father.

"It's perfect," He smiled.

"Manon Morningstar."

When Alastor looked at her, all his doubts faded. He remembered how his mother doted on him, loving him and always being his number one supporter and just new that he would do the same for her.

"Can we come in?" Charlie asked carefully with Lucifer peaking in.

(Y/N) nodded and in came Vaggie, Charlie and Lucifer. Lucifer held two giant bouquets of roses, setting them on a table.

"Oh, she's adorable!" Charlie grinned.

"Would you like to hold her?" (Y/N) asked, and her sister happily accepted. The small demon wasn't fussy about being in her arms, just staring with curious eyes.

"Vaggie?"

Her eyes widened, "oh? Me? Uh, I mean, I don't know, I've never-"

"You'll be fine," before she could contest any further, Vaggie was holding Manon. Manon babbled at her, spit dribbling from her mouth as her hand reached up and pulled her hair.

"Okay! My turn!" Lucifer snatched his granddaughter away, staring at the baby with a happy-go-lucky smile.

"Oh you're so precious! I think you'll love duck's! In fact, it's your first toy," He squeaked a small rubber duck with wings in her face, and she began to cry.

"No, no, no, no! Please don't hate me! I love you!"

"I think mommy needs some rest, and Manon is hungry," Alastor scooped back his daughter, and Vaggie dragged Lucifer out as he cried over the fact that he is convinced his granddaughter hates him.

"She's perfect," (Y/N) sighed as she begun to feed upon her, and Alastor gave them both a kiss on their foreheads.

"You're perfect."

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

Chosen Appa | Wooyoung

- Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Single-mom!Reader.

- Requested by: no one

- Requests: Open for now. Please read my requesting guidelines before requesting.

- Warnings: single mum, hints at readers ex-husband being a cheater and an overall douchebag, best friends to lovers.

- Word Count: 1,205

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Walking back into her small living room, Y/N is met with silence. The babbling sounds of her 15-month-old baby girl, who usually keeps herself entertained with her toys in her play pen while Y/N does the housework, has gone quiet. Assuming her little one might have fallen asleep, she peeks into the playpen only to discover that her daughter is missing.  

Panic sets in as Y/N searches every corner of the apartment, trying to convince that her baby isn’t capable of climbing out on her own yet. Her eyes dart to the entrance, where she notices the stroller and the diaper bag are missing. Relief washes over her and is quickly replaced with annoyance as she picks up the phone and calls the only person brave and sneaky enough to kidnap her baby in broad daylight. 

He quickly answers but before he can start his yapping, Y/N yells at him. “Yah! Jung Wooyoung! You better bring my baby back right now.”  

“No,” he says defiantly. “You’ve been under a lot of stress lately with finding a new job, the divorce and your soon to be ex-husband being a total asshole. She’s coming with me to the studio while you have a few hours to yourself," he insists.  "Don’t worry; she’ll be safe and sound. You know everyone here loves her.” 

Y/N can almost hear the smirk in his voice, and it only fuels her irritation further. “You can’t just take her without asking me first! What if something happens? What if she gets scared?” 

“Y/N,” he interrupts, his voice firm yet gentle, “You know I won't let anything happen to her. I protect her as if she's my own." 

"Fine, but if you pull a stunt like this again, you'll never see her again," she warns her best friend. "You got that? I'll make Yeonjun her godfather. You’ll be no one to her." 

"You really trust Yeonjun with Hannie?" he asks, skeptically. 

"He wouldn't kidnap her without me knowing," she defends their mutual friend.  

Wooyoung chuckles on the other end of the call, the sound brings some comfort to her. “You know, I think you’re just jealous because I didn’t kidnap you for the day too. Stop with the housework and enjoy this time to yourself. Take a walk, go get some lunch, do a little shopping.”  

Y/N sighs, her shoulders slumping as she leans against the kitchen counter. The weight of her responsibilities presses down on her. Never did she think she would be jobless, almost divorced and a single mother. But four months ago, everything came crashing down. Her husband’s mistress turned up at their door, crying and pregnant. She left, losing her job in the process, and moved in with her mother who’s been helping support her and Hannie while she finds a new job so she can get an apartment. But finding a job was proving harder than she expected. She’s seriously considering the job her mum offered her at the small restaurant she owns. 

Y/N feels a twinge of guilt for wanting a moment to herself. “I know, but she’s my baby. I can’t help but worry.”  

“Worrying is part of being a mother, but you also need to take care of yourself,” Wooyoung replies, his voice softening.  

Y/N bites her lip, contemplating his words. He’s right, of course. The past few months have been a whirlwind of stress, and she hasn’t had a moment to breathe. “Okay, but I want updates and photos. Text me every hour, or I swear I’ll come down to that studio and take her back myself.” 

"I promise to send you plenty of pictures," he assures her. "Hannie, say see you later, eomma," he adds, moving the phone closer to Hannie.  

Hannie babbles into the phone until a clear word breaks through. "Appa!" 

Y/N’s eyes widen with shock. Hannie just said her first word. Her heart swells with a mix of pride and disbelief. “Did she just say ‘Appa’?” Y/N asks, her voice barely above a whisper, as if she’s afraid to break the special moment. 

"I've been trying to get her to say eomma," Wooyoung admits after putting his phone on speaker, disbelief and pride in his voice also. He quickly ends the call and calls her back on video call. 

She quickly answers and the first thing to pop up on her phone screen is her little girl, her bright eyes sparkling with innocence and joy as she looks past the phone at wooyoung. She’s always imagined the day her daughter would speak her first word, and now it was directed at someone else. Someone that wants nothing to do with her. The reality of her situation hits her like a wave, and she feels a lump form in her throat. 

“Appa,” Hannie keeps saying, her tiny voice filled with joy as she looks up at Wooyoung, her little hands reaching out wanting him to pick her up. "Look, Hannie, it's eomma," Wooyoung says, turning the phone to show Hannie her mother on the screen. For a brief moment, she captures the baby's attention, and Y/N can see the flicker of recognition in her daughter’s eyes. "Can you say eomma?" he playfully encourages, trying to elicit another word from his goddaughter.  

Hannie giggles, her focus shifting back to him, her laughter like music that fills the room. "Appa!" she exclaims again. 

"I think she's calling you Appa," Y/N says, the realization dawning on her. When she thinks about it, Wooyoung has present in Hannie's life more than her own father. Especially since Y/N and her ex-husband ended their relationship. Hannie's father hasn't had anything to do with her since. 

 "Me?" he asks surprised, turning the phone camera back to him. "Why would she call me Appa?" he questions not really thinking about it. 

"Maybe she sees me as a father figure," Y/N tries to convince herself, but deep down, she knows that Hannie is forming connections, and Wooyoung is a significant part of her life. 

"I mean, I’ve been around a lot since you and—" He stops himself, the mention of her ex-husband hanging in the air. 

Y/N swallows hard, the lump in her throat growing. "You have been," she admits, her voice growing softer as she thinks about it. "You’ve been a great, Wooyoung. I don’t know what I would do without you." 

He smiles, but it’s tinged with something more serious. "I just want to be there for both of you. You know that, right? You and Hannie mean the world to me." 

"And you mean the world to us," she replies with a warm smile, her heart swelling with affection. In that moment, she realizes that there could be something more between her, her daughter and her best friend. Wooyoung has stepped into a role that neither of them expected, but it feels right. 

"I don't think this is a conversation that should be spoken about over the phone," he says after a moment of silence. "I'll bring Hannie home now and we can talk more." 

She nods, a small smile playing on her lips and ends the call. She rushes around the room, picking up toys and putting away the play pen. anticipating Wooyoung and Hannie's return home. 

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Professor Trein: I've just realized, isn't Riddle at an age where he could attend pre-school?

F!MC: Oh, yes. You're right, professor.

Professor Trein: Was he in the middle of attending school before you arrived here?

F!MC: No. Riddle hasn't gone to a pre-school yet.

Professor Trein: *nods* I see. Would it be okay if I send him to one?

F!MC: Eh?

Professor Trein: You need nothing to worry about the expenses. I'll cover up everything.

Professor Trein: In return, can I ask you to-

Professor Trein: MC?

F!MC: *in tears* Professor...

Professor Trein: Oh this child... Why are you crying?

F!MC: Because you are so kind, professor- *breaks into sobs*

Professor Crewel: *walks in* *carrying Toddler Riddle*

Toddler Riddle: *sees his mother crying*

Toddler Riddle: Mama? Why are you crying?

F!MC: *sniffles* *smiles* Riddle, you're going to pre-school.

Toddler Riddle: ...

Toddler Riddle: So Mama is happy-crying?

F!MC: *nods*

Professor Crewel: Pup, do you always cry on the slightest kindness you receive that your son has gotten used to it?

F!MC: *chuckles* *wiping her tears* Not that always, professor.

Professor Crewel: Hmhm, sure.

Silver: Is this the pre-school Professor Trein is talking about?

F!MC: Hm. Yes. This is the address.

Toddler Riddle: ...

Toddler Riddle: Mama, the school looks funny.

Toddler Riddle: Why does the roof look like a duck?

Silver, F!MC, Idia, and Ortho: ...

Idia: To tell that the students will be called "ducklings".

Toddler Riddle: ...

Toddler Riddle: Mama, I don't want to.

F!MC: *chuckles* Your Uncle Idia is just joking.

Ortho: Hmm... According to my data, this school does call their students "ducklings".

F!MC: Wait. Really?

Silver: Pft-

Toddler Riddle: *frowns*

Idia: Ducky Riddle.

F!MC: *finds it funny* *holds back her laughter*

Toddler Riddle: *looks offended; staring at his mother*

Ortho: It seems accurate since Riddle is small and adorable.

Toddler Riddle: But I don't like ducks.

Silver: Well, it's never too late to like them now.

Riddle: ...

Toddler Riddle: *pouting* *his face full of duckling stickers*

Riddle: ...

Riddle: Did he enjoy his first day of school?

F!MC: *chuckles* No. But he did very well in class.

Toddler Riddle: Because the teacher said kids are mirrors of their parents.

F!MC: *kisses his cheek* Then, that would make me a mother duck, right?

Toddler Riddle: Yes. Mama is mother of Ducky Riddle.

Riddle: ...

Trey: Uh, Riddle?

Riddle: Yes? *his face buried on stacks of documents*

Trey: ...

Trey: I think it's fine if you treat her as a mother too.

Riddle: We're of the same age. And that would be too embarrassing.

Trey: She's a few months older than you. It should be fine.

[coupleoffanfics]

teehee I have a small thought (batfam related, yk that one where y/n gets killed)

imagine if y/n was brought back by the pit, but instead of being a "shell" in that hc u made, she becomes completely stoic, like just blurts out what she was feeling back when she was neglected with the most blank expression ever, I imagine it being more focused on bruce and Damian since yk..bruce was the shittiest parent ever, and Damian with his sparky ass insults.

You…God, damnit Anon. You summoned me and I suddenly have the motivation to write after reading your two requests.

I don't know if you wanted a one-shot or HC. So I just went with a HC because it's much easier to push out. Though if you want me to make a one-shot feel free to ask. I'll take 7 years to write it. Though at the end I did sort of a one-shot.

Damian should have known something was wrong when y/n didn't start thrashing around and attacking anything that moved after crawling out of the pit. She just stared at her hands, clenching them into firsts and then unclenching them slowly.

Maybe Damian was too relieved to see y/n breathing and moving to really care. Maybe he thought that she was just in shock. Coming back to life isn't always expected and it can take a real toll on someone.

Not to mention that y/n was, compared to her brothers, far weaker. Not just physically, but mentally as well. So it's not surprising that she was so docile, right? It's only a matter of time before that effect wears off and she'll be normal. Or something close to normal.

Okay, maybe deep down Damian knew that there was a chance that he wasn't getting y/n back. Everyone knew that there was no getting her back, but he was willing to take the risk. He came this far and it didn't take long for Bruce to pick up on what his youngest was doing.

Damian has his big sister back and he's not going to let her go again. It's only a matter of hours before Bruce comes breaking down the door to drag them back to Gotham. So Damian took the time to clean up y/n.

She was still in her funeral clothes for goodness sake. She reeked of death, but that didn't stop the boy from hugging her tightly.

While getting cleaned up, she doesn't say a thing. Or even make a lot of noise. It was almost like she was still dead.

By the time Bruce gets there, he's not surprised by Damian's actions. He thought of doing the same thing, but he couldn't bring himself to do such a thing. He couldn't disrespect her life by bringing her back. How could he dare think of that when she looked so at peace when she died.

He remembers how her body was tense before it became horrifyingly relaxed. There was a fear of death in those [eye color] eyes, he knows because he saw it. But it was so quick and fleeting that he could have missed it if he wasn't so close.

In a twisted way he wished y/n had clung on to him just like she did when she was a wide eyed little girl and cried. Cry that she didn't want to die. Cry that it was too early to leave now. Cry that she didn't want to leave them.

But all she did was give a crooked smile and mumble to herself as blood dribbled down her chin. She spoke incoherent things to herself. A name or two slipped from her cold lips, but they weren't ones of her family. From what he gathered it was just a close friend and her significant other's name. She died thinking of those who cared and loved her back. Not of the family that she couldn't stand to be around.

Even when her own adopted father held her dying from close, they were far from her line of thought.

So seeing y/n alive was gut reaching for Bruce. There was no pain, anger, sadness, or joy on her face. She was just there. Staring at him with an uncomfortable indifference.

Damian was ready to start a fight with Bruce. Not a physical one, but he would cross that line if he needed to. He was ready to defend himself in what he thought was best for y/n. Yet Bruce lets out a quiet sigh and tells that it's time to come home. How anticlimactic.

The plane ride back to Gotham is long and quiet. It also felt cramped by how close Damian was to y/n and unwilling to give her too much space.

By the time they made it back to the manor, everyone was caught up to date. The development is surprising to some while others not so much.

Everyone is in the bat cave. Gathered around to see y/n back from the dead. The silence is deafening as they wait for something. Just something from her, but she walked past them all. Out of the cave and to where her room was. Nothing was out of place in her room, though it was mostly empty after she had moved out a few years ago. She laid on her bed and slept as if nothing was amiss.

That's where the family infighting starts. Question of was this the right thing. What are going to do now? Why the hell did you think this was a good idea? There's going to be a lot of hash words being shared, but at the end of the day what was done was done and they had y/n back. They weren't going to mess up the second time.

Did they really get a second chance because it didn't feel like it. A week would pass and y/n has yet to come out of her room. She's alive and breathing because the trays of food left outside her door are always empty.

The camera's installed while she slept showed that she was doing nothing. All she did was lay in bed. She'd get up to use her private bathroom, but other than that there wasn't much. She was rotting away alone in her room.

This rang familiar bells in Alfred, Bruce, and Tim's head. y/n wasn't prone to long depressive episodes, so this could be something similar. The lack of socializing and excessive oversleeping was typically a big red sign for them to do something. In the past they would not force, but push her into doing social things or at least being out of her room.

They could approach this situation the same way, but they'd have to be extra careful. This was a unique and tricky situation to be in. It was also odd if not worrying that she hasn't succumbed to lazarus fever.

They could try to bribe y/n out of her room with activities that have to do with her old hobbies.

"Alfred is baking today, he said might need some help."

"I just stole the keys to the batmobile, you wanna take it for a ride?"

"Hey, do you want to…um, play a video game with me. I remember we used to play Hellflight Deadcraze a lot. They came out with the 3rd game. I just bought it today, so...Yeah."

Though the likelihood of that working is low. If they're really desperate to interact with her, they might as well just bust down her door.

At some point all the poking and prodding is going to irritate y/n. Whoever popped her bubble is going to be on the receiving end of pent up emotions.

I don't believe y/n would ever intentionally say how much the family's treatment harmed her. Again it would bubble up and fester for a while before she explodes. The thing about y/n is that she has an inferiority complex. In her life she aimed to please and help.

She understands that Gotham is dangerous. A lot of people need help and she couldn't bring herself to pull them away from their job. To her it would be like pulling a fireman away from a fire to chat as people burned alive. Even if the fire was out the fireman would be tired and need to rest, so she couldn't just pull them wherever she wanted to go. She shouldn't pester them.

In y/n's eyes, she was never worthy of being a hero because she wasn't good enough. She was never worthy of being with the family because she wasn't helping enough. She should do this to prove her worth. She's not worthless because she can do this for you and this as well!

She embodies inferiority and self-loathing. Someone that feels insignificant and has the strong urge to do more. She has- or had in this situation, hope. Hope that she'll be worthy of love. Love, affection, praise is what drives her and will seek it out if she's desperate. If she does ask or seek it out she'll be feeling guilty since she didn't really do anything to get it. In her mind she was being greedy and she couldn't help herself.

Bonus

"Just stop. Leave me alone." Her voice was almost pleading as she gripped the wrapped gift box. The gift was a symbol of peace, almost a treaty. That's all it was supposed to be, but she acts as if she had been spat in the eye.

Seeing that Bruce wasn't listening to her, she dug her nails into the gift. Almost tearing into the [favorite color] wrapped paper. He stood before her like an unmoving entity. The longer he stood by the more she wanted to snap into herself. She didn't want to slowly curl into a ball. She wanted to snap herself together with a violent and almost sickening crack. This just wasn't fair.

Clenching her jaw, her voice became much colder. It wasn't as cold as the middle of winter, yet it still had a chill to it.

"I thought you'd get it that I didn't want this. I shut you out, but you- all of you just keep buzzing. None of you are getting the hint. You just keep coming back louder than before. Why can't you let me be alone? Why can't you act overworked and tired? Why can't you just leave things the way they were?"

Bruce was conflicted upon hearing her say that and would try to claim that everything is going to come around. Everything always comes around in the end and this wouldn't be any different. They are going to get through this as a family.

y/n's frown would deepen and her eyes would furrow at his attempt at comfort. She looks as if she just ate something that was expired, leaving her mouth with nothing but a nasty sour taste.

"Because we're family." She whispered to herself before almost grimacing at the words. Her voice became sharp and cold as a blade, "I don't understand why you'd suggest that I was still a part of the family. I don't think I've been family for a good while now."

She clicked her tongue as she dropped the gift box while looking Bruce in the eyes. "Come on, you can't say you cared about me after I stopped being useful. When did you realize that I wasn't anything special? Was it when I kept crying about punching villains or when I was too slow to teach."

Seeing the conflicted look in his blue eyes confused her. Why would the truth conflict someone unless it was pity. Even after all this she's just a pitiful little crybaby to him. One good hit and she's out wailing on the floor for someone to kiss her boo-boo away.

Somehow this hurt her. Her pounding heart felt like it was twisting on itself. She wanted to cry and laugh at how she thought things couldn't get any worse. Then somehow it did. The universe, the world, the Wayne had proved her wrong yet again. It was as funny as it was sad.

She could have broken down there, but she needed to hear it. She had to hear the truth, so she kept twisting her heart with her own hands. It didn't matter how much it hurt.

"Or maybe you were in denial? You had wasted a lot of time and resources on a dud. Then Damian threw cold water on you and left you shivering, right? I'm just leeching off of you and the others. Then…Then you choose them over me. I was an afterthought, or is that being too generous? Did I ever circulate in your mind before this?"

Her voice was becoming shrill and gruff like she was on the verge of tears. "When did you realize that I was dead weight, Batman? Did I make Bruce Wayne look more caring to the people when I talk about how much I love my family? Did my life serve any use or was I always just a speck of dirt on your shoes?"

Those words were far from the truth, yet with how she spoke Bruce knew that she believed in all that she was saying. Each and every word was true to her. Honestly he didn't know what to say. This was all too much. Having to hear your own child degrade themselves with such honesty was heartbreaking.

Taking his silence as a sort of confirmation, y/n ordered him to leave and of course he did. He'd fix this somehow. He just needed time. They needed time.

I cut off the ending because I didn't want to write too much. Anyway I hope you enjoyed it. I haven't proofread this, Google Doc says there aren't any errors (probably a lie), and it's 3 in the morning. Goodnight.

[xoluvx]

lunch; b.eilish .˚₊✩ part five ✩₊˚.

i don't wanna break it, just want it to bend

part four

The warm water felt heavenly on your skin. The thought of her touching you, tasting you, teasing you clung to you like algae on an abandoned ship. You wanted to wash it all away. Scrub it off of your skin, out of your brain. It was stupid. You’d been stupid to agree to this. Now you couldn’t stop thinking of her and you missed her even though she was only a few feet away.

And it was because of all this that her words hit you hard.

The corners of your eyes were pooling with tears, masked by the water dripping from the shower head. Your chest felt tight. The emotions were caught in your throat and it hurt. It hurt so much.

You scrubbed your thighs harder letting the tears stream down your face, hot on your cheeks. Unable to control your sobs, you dropped to the floor crouching and holding your knees, burying your face in the nest you’d created as the water hit your back. It felt like you were drowning in the shallow end. Drowning in your sorrow.

But you’d allow yourself this only once. One time to let it out before erasing it from your brain and moving on. It was just a blip.

There was nothing. Absolutely nothing she could do to change your mind.

“I worked on that song,” she said when you walked into the room, your shirt clung to your back clumped by your poorly dried skin, your shorts barely visible under the oversized shirt.

“Yeah?” You asked trying to feign happiness.

“That’s why I came. I wanted to show you,” she smiled sitting up on the bed tapping the spot next to her. You couldn’t look at your bed the same way. Not when she’d made you cum twice in the span of a few minutes. Not when you’d willingly touched yourself to the thought of her, violating all sorts of rules in the contract.

“Come,” she said patting the spot again. The word was triggering. Yeah, you wanted to come. Fuck, you were so weak. Did crying in the shower mean nothing?

You inhaled pushing aside your inner battle and sat next to her as she scrolled through her files.

“It’s just a draft,” she said playing the file.

I've said it all before, but I'll say it again. I'm interested in more than just being your friend

You could humming in the recording. Her voice humming. It wasn't completely audible, but you could picture her tapping her hand on her knee as she let the melody flow.

Don't wanna break, just want to bend

Then she squealed into the mic and the voice recording ended abruptly.

"I'm still struggling with the exact lyrics. I think I'm keeping the first part. Don't know about the end-" she was rambling scrolling through her phone. The files flooded the screen. She was completely oblivious to your unresponsiveness. You stared at the screen, not looking at anything in particular. Your hands cupped your thighs. Then she locked her phone and turned to you, snapping you out of your trance.

"What did you think?" her voice was almost a whisper. She tugged at her shirt, pulling it down nervously. Tossing her hair to the side leaning into you instructively waiting for your answer. Her eyes searched your face, lingering on your lips for a second too long.

"It's good," you nodded giving her a small smile. Good? Just good? Your best friend was figuring out her sexuality and it was just 'good'?

But the lyrics were rushing through your brain like an endless figure eight. Was she interested in more than just being your friend? Or is that what just made sense for the song? Was there someone else she was thinking of? That annoying ache in your chest was back.

You dug your fingernails in the palm of your hand trying to push it all aside. Bury it as deep as you could.

"I think I might need a little more help," she cleared her throat, body scooting closer. The proximity of her body made your own fill with heat. Her hand touched your thigh and you tensed.

"Are you okay?" she asked searching your face. You were staring off into space again. You weren't breathing. Air was nonexistent. No air in your lungs, no oxygen in your veins. You felt numb.

"Hey," she whispered cupping your face. Blinking, you inhaled and the sudden influx of air caused physical pain. You coughed and clutched your chest getting up from the bed allowing yourself the commodity of distance.

"Woah," she sounded concerned. One leg was folded on the bed, the other planted on the floor as she touched the space where you previously sat leaning her body forward. "Seriously, are you okay?" she asked, confusion laced in her voice.

You nodded wrapping your arms around your body. You felt physically sick. You wanted to crawl out of your skin. You'd started sobbing and hadn't realized it until Billie was scrambling to her feet, wrapping her arms around your body.

She cradled your head with one hand, the other held your back. You were shaking, hot tears streaming down your face. You were distraught, but she was so close and she was holding you and you were allowing it and you didn't care.

You pried your hands free cupping her face and crashing your lips on hers. Billie stood still as she held you, but her lips moved matching the desperation in the kiss. Your fingers dug gently into her cheeks pulling her closer, her hands holding your head. Lips salty from your tears and touching sloppily as your bodies moved towards the bed.

She sat and you straddled her body never breaking contact with her lips. Her hands came down to your hips, gripping like she wasn't ready to let go. Like this was the last time you were going to kiss her and she wasn't ready for the end.

You pulled away breathing heavily, hands pulling at your shirt. She helped you removed it hastily and inhaled deeply when she saw you weren't wearing something underneath. She looked at your tear-struck face. Eyes red, lips pouting. Her fingers caressing your cheek, sticky as the tears dried. Then she cupped the back of your neck and brought you down for another kiss. Equally as hot, but more desperate. More hungry.

"Fuck me," you breathed against her mouth, your hips moving wanting to feel something that wasn't hurt or pain. Wanting to forget it all as if she wasn't the reason you'd broken down in the first place. You wanted to use her; to make it feel not personal.

Billie swallowed your words, hand traveling between your bodies, disappearing between your thighs. She cupped your pussy, hand pressed firmly on your core. You ground your hips, moving on her palm with urgency. Billie watched as you tossed your head back. She watched the way your throat moved as you gasped for air.

Gaining some confidence, she moved her hand pushing your shorts to the side. She felt your raw flesh on her fingertips and something lit within her. Without warning she pushed her fingers in your pussy, two at first and then three as you bounced on her digits holding her shoulders. She was amazed by your certainty. By your ability to hold yourself together as she barely held on by a single thread. Just like you were certain you loved girls before you knew what love was. Something she was still struggling with.

"Oh my god, Billie" you moaned fucking yourself on her fingers. The sounds coming out of your mouth were pornographic. She almost had a hard time deciphering if they were real. But when you held the back of her neck, forcing your eyes to meet. She knew. She knew they were real and raw.

You bit your bottom lip, whimpering as your eyes sent signals. Right there, right there. Harder. Please. They spoke volumes as she pushed another finger in. She was four fingers deep and you were clenching around her so gloriously. She was going to make you cum. Again.

"Fuck yes, baby" you hummed tossing your head back as you slurred your words. Billie's fingers faltered. Did you-

Did you just call her baby?

Her hips raised instinctively causing her fingers to abruptly push deeper. You bit your lip, legs shaking. She wanted to hear it again. She wanted you to chant it, to whisper it in her ear. To stuff her mouth with it. She moved her hand from your hip where she'd held you in place and to your jaw capturing your lips in a desperate battle. Tongues were wet, lips were messy.

You couldn't process her new found confidence and self-assurance. The way she moved her wrist burying deeper and deeper, pushing on your g spot when she heard the shift in moans. High pitched and yearning. She knew she had you wrapped around her fingers. Literally.

"Baby," your voice was whiny and hot against her ear as you clung to her shoulders, head falling in the nook of her neck. You were lost in pleasure. Blinded by lust. Shattered by disappointment, but put a bandaid on it and you'd survive. If only to live long enough to reach the third orgasm of the night.

"Cum for me," Billie's voice was hoarse. She felt your walls clenching around her fingers.

"Please," she begged and you moaned uncontrollably, tears fogging your vision, lip tucked under your teeth stifling your cries. You shuddered as she held your body, fingers still deep in your pussy. Your bodies remained linked for a couple of minutes, lips pressed on your cheek. Until you were raising yourself, fingers slowly gliding out of your pussy.

Your body fell on the bed, chest rising and falling trying to catch your breath.

When the air settled, you finally spoke.

"I'm sorry," you whispered. Your voice weak. God, you were pathetic. Apologizing when she was the reason-

"Don't," she replied laying next to you, hand resting on your neck feeling your pulse. It was rapid. Active under her fingertips. Her thumb ran along your skin and under your jaw as she stared at your lips.

Pulling her face forward, thumb caressing the corner of your mouth, she kissed you purely. Pure and soft and sweet. So sweet, the sugar was going to your head as you lids fluttered and your mouth opened inviting her tongue. They tussled for a moment, her body pressing on yours, leg wrapping around your thigh urging you to turn to her. To hold her the same way. To kiss her just as tenderly and eagerly.

You held her face pushing your body close, limbs tangled, hands getting lost in hair. You were breathing her air she held the back of your neck. Lips moving so sloppy on yours, eyelids fluttering and lost in the heat of the moment.

Thoughts discarded. Just you and her and your bed and her lips and her hands and your whimpers and your bodies floating through space. Intoxicatingly high off the kiss.

"Stay," you whispered. Permanently. You wanted her to stay forever. Just you and her and your bed forever. But for now, just the night would do.

"I will," Billie whispered back, nose clashing, tongues sloppy, hands gripping your back. Her body so close it felt like an extension of yours.

part six

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[bluewhitehues]

"An I love you card."

(Yes another HUG series drabble, sue me for missing them. They are my home😭)

Idol Kim Mingyu× F.reader

Genre/tags :fluff,comfort,Established relationship.

Summary: Reader just misses her lover so much. + mingyu buys an apartment so that he can finally ask you to live together with him.

(My brain isn't functioning a lot lately so idk about the summary,just read the fic you will understand, ok bye cuties🏃‍♀️‍➡️😭)

Masterlist

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You: Lover...I'm breaking up with you if you don't come and give me my hugs till tonight.

Gyu❤️: Baby hello to you too and wtf you scared the shit out of me why'd you start your text like that😭..I'm coming okay wait for me

You: you better if you want me in your life👍🏻

Gyu❤️: stop scaring me ...don't you love me anymore? 🥺🥺

You: WHY ELSE DO YOU THINK IM DYING TO SEE YOU IF I DIDN'T LOVE YOU

Gyu❤️: OKAY OKAY MY BAD BABY I GOT IT IM COMING I MISS YOU SO MUCH TOO

You: yeah and on a serious note love I'm not trying to make you feel bad about this I understand that you have work ..it's just I want to see you and hold you ..I miss you 🥺🤐

Gyu❤️: I Know love I know ..do you need something to eat should I get you something?

You: You.. I'm gonna eat your cheeks and lips off

Gyu❤️: oh god babe you've lost it ..is this what the lack of me does to you?

You: It does..it's a serious issue you dont understand

Gyu❤️: okay sweets gotta go I'll be there till 9-10pm may be ..rest till then ok?bye love you mwahhhh

You: yes can't wait to see you love you too❤️

Currently it's 5PM of your day off and you're about to cry because you miss your lover. Honestly it hasn't been that long since you met him. You saw each other nearly 24 hours back. But those meetings has been like just some fleeting moments. And you can't help but miss him from deep within. Your week has been exhausting too and he cures literally everything for you.

It's still 4-5 hours till you can see him. You're not even sleepy anymore you already took a nap. So you just decide to do some self care. You put a sheet mask on your face. (And make a silly face with a pout for the selfie and send it to mingyu. Like Ofcourse.) You even do your nails. Then you get a silly idea to make a greeting card for him with a letter may be. You excitedly take a white paper and few colours, pencils,pens everything.

You draw a cute panda holding a heart. And write 'An I love you card' below it.

And put a cute letter inside it.

After that you eat dinner and wait for him.

You hear the keys rustling and know it's him. You've already done a lot of waiting so you go almost running to the door, your heart beating fast. He comes inside locking the door, when he turns around you're there already running to him, crashing into his arms. He let's out a surprised chuckle wrapping his arms around you.

"Hey there, looks like you missed me a little too much huh" He said closing his eyes feeling you in his arms, your warmth invading his chest and to whole body and his to yours. That's the most beautiful feeling and the very reason why you crave it so much.

You hum in the hug, clutching him tightly.

"I did and I'm not going to let you go now."

Then you look up and he sees your face and eyes, it looks like you're about to cry. Eyes teary while looking up at him and a small pout. He coos at you, instantly holding your face in his hands. "Aww my baby, what happened I'm here now aren't I hmm" He says wiping the corners of your eyes.

You lean into his touch. "I don't know..you made me cry." You pout harder and he leans down to peck your pout. Once, twice. "Don't say that.. what did I do?" He asks pouting back.

You look everywhere moving your eyes as if thinking of something to say. "You were just saying anything,weren't you?" He giggles now that he has figured you out. Squishing your face in adoration. His eyes crinkling as he smiles wide.

You nod,letting out a laugh. "Yeah you know me."

"Mhm thought so." He says then picking you up. He walks to the couch in living room,flopping down on it with you in his lap.

"You sure everything's ok baby?" He asks kissing your head.

"Yeah just...missed you so much." You whisper in his neck,where your face is buried. He rubs your back soothingly. You pull back from the hug to look at him.

"Did you eat?" You ask tracing his face with your fingers. "Mhm I did with the guys." He says sighing into your touch. Placing his forehead on your shoulder. You caress his hair, hugging him tighter and kissing his temple, then ear and then neck. He tilts his head towards your neck and places sweet pecks on your neck too. You pull back making him look up at you, you put your forehead on his saying "kiss me."

And he smiles, complying to you without wasting a single second. He kisses you and you feel home again. He squeezes you to himself hugging you tighter so you know he missed you just as much. You share a few sweet kisses and then pull back.

"You know how bored I was ...I spent the whole day alone." You tell him.

"I wish I had a day off too baby, I'd have loved to spend my whole day with you." He says pouting a little, tucking your hair strand behind your ear.

"It's okay you're here now" You say giving him a smile and a peck at his nose. He scrunches it cutely with a chuckle.

" Oh wait !! I've something for you." You say suddenly remembering something. Your eyes a little wide with excitement. You get up so fast from his lap. You pick up the card from table and hand it over to him.

He takes it, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion but a smile on his face.

"An I love you card" He reads and looks up to you with a bright smile. "Oh my god babe you're so fucking cuteeee ahh" he says laughing while pulling you closer by your waist,so you're standing in front of him.

"You've to open it " You let out a giggle urging him to open it.

'There are so many shitty people in the world but I Met you..I have you..how did I get you? You're so lovable you know? And I love you for who you are. So kind,loving,caring. You keep calling me angel but you are the real angel. Thank you for coming into my life. I love you so much. I'm writing this because you need to know this and also because I fucking miss you right now. Ok bye don't make fun of me after this.' ~only yours,y/n.

You see all of his expressions with each word,with each line he reads, he melts a little more. h

He tries to control his smile. He looks up at you with tearful eyes. Grabbing your hand he pulls you closer. "How are you so cute baby." He sighs caressing your hands, "How did you get me you say..?.. But how did I get you?" "You're so precious you know that ? It's not even my birthday or anything special, it's just a random day and you're here making me feel so loved." He's looking up at you with so much love in his eyes with a sweet grin on his face, which you love so much.

You chuckle combing your fingers through his slightly long hair. "Baby, it's just me saying I love you in a silly way,it's nothing special.it's just a card."

"Well it is special to me." He says pulling you on his lap again. "And I'm going to cherish it forever, I'll keep it safe with me...thank you." "And I love you too by the way." He says grinning wide,giving you a peck on the lips.

"And I was going to do something special to tell you this or may be I should have asked you before doing this but.." He sighs.." I don't know I just love you so much and I want you to know, I want you with me always. So.." He takes a breath to prepare himself. He fishes out keys from his pocket. "I've been carrying these around since a week." He chuckles nervously, while your heart is beating fast.

"I know I should have probably asked you before doing this, but I just ..I wanted to do it for us ...so ..I bought an apartment for us . It's registered under both of our names."

You gasp "gyuu-" your eyes wide.

"I-I know baby ..it's a big step but ...will you move in with me baby?" He asks finally. "You know that I want a future with you right? For me You're my one and only." He says clutching your hands in his.

You finally let out a sob mixed with a watery laugh. Nodding furiously you say "You're my one and only too gyu. Shit I didn't know you'd do something like this ..but I've thought about this almost daily, when I want you to hold me to sleep. When I want to see you as soon as I open my eyes in the morning. Fuck you don't know how much I miss you when we can't meet or whenever I have to sleep alone." You sniffle and he's wiping your tears, nodding along with whatever you're saying.

"It's a little scary but I trust you with my whole life, so yes I'd very much love to move in with you."

His puppy eyes slowly get bigger in size as he gets happy "Really? Oh my god...I love youuu" He says getting up with you, spinning you.

"Oh my god you're going to make us fall..slow down." You laugh as his giggles fill the room. He stops putting you down on the ground.

"Is tomorrow ok with you? I want to show you the place first then we can decide the rest." He asks. "Yes." You say becoming a blushing mess making him coo at you.

a/n: idk if this is any good but i wrote this in June, finally finished it. Also im sorry for making you wait for 'I hate you not' series.it's also halfway done but it'll take a lot of time for me to actually post it. I'm more into reading than writing these days so please feel free to suggest me some good fics. Thank you for reading this. Hope y'all are having a nice day 🥹🫶

[abbysbug]

jealously, jealously - e.w

pairing: ellie williams x reader

a/n: this is my application to be your favourite soft ellie writer

she feels stupid. how could she be so upset and jealous over something like this?

you and her met up with some of your old friends. it was just a small get-together at one of their apartments. but your friend, abby, wouldn't stop staring at you.

her eyes were glued to you and it was like if she looked away, she would die.

it wasn't a friendly stare either. her eyes were full of lust and want. abby was basically undressing you with her eyes. and whenever you spoke, ellie noticed that abby's eyes immediately flickered to your lips.

ellie wanted to say something, she really did. but she didn't want to come across as possessive or controlling. she didn't want your friends to think they weren't allowed to look at you without her getting upset.

it was the drive home when you noticed something was wrong with ellie.

"you're very quite, els." you say, briefly looking over at her before your eyes flick back to the road.

you notice ellie shuffle awkwardly in her seat but decide not to say anything.

"just thinkin' bout' stuff," she mumbles, tracing her fingers over the veins on her hand.

you hum, "thinking about what?"

ellie shrugs, "you know, the normal stuff."

"ellie, 'normal stuff' in your brain could be random dinosaur facts or sex. you gotta be more descriptive."

ellie smiles slightly, her eyes meeting yours for a few seconds before falling back down to her hand.

"it's nothing important,"

you pull up to a red light and take this moment to fully focus on ellie.

"baby, you were quiet with my friends and now you're quiet in the car. tell me what's going on."

ellie couldn't control the tears that filled her eyes and slid down her cheeks. she turned away from you immediately, not wanting you to see her cry.

you go to comfort ellie but the light suddenly turns green. you drive to the nearest car park and quickly pull ellie into your lap.

your heart breaks as ellie wraps her arms around you and cries into your neck. your hand slips under her shirt and you rub at her back, attempting to comfort her.

you have no idea why she's crying.

"ellie, baby, talk to me." you kiss the top of her head and brush her baby hairs out of her face.

ellie shakes her head and holds onto you tighter, almost like you were going to vanish if her hold was too loose.

you stay like that for a while, holding her and whispering comforting words into her ear. ellie's cries finally turn into small hiccups and whimpers.

"i'm sorry," she apologises.

her voice is so weak and small that it causes your heart to shatter into another million pieces.

"you have nothing to apologise for," you say "but you need to tell me what's wrong, els."

she sighs and buries her face back into your neck. her breath fans across your neck, making your goosebumps rise.

"i'm just- it's stupid," she mumbles.

"nothing you say is stupid."

ellie hums.

"abby was staring at you and her eyes were just full of lust and it was making me upset how she was looking at you. i wanted to say something but i couldn't."

she looks up at you with eyes full of sadness.

"she made me jealous and angry," she continues "jealous that someone was looking at you like that and angry that someone thought it was okay to look at you like that."

more tears fall from ellie's eyes.

"i didn't want your friends to think i was crazy possessive either. people can look at you, but, just, you know."

you wipe fallen tears off ellie's cheek with your thumb. you kiss the top of her nose.

"oh, my sweet baby," you kiss her on the forehead "i want you to know i'd never ever think of abby like that, okay? i love you and only you."

she nods.

"i'll talk to abby about it. she doesn't get to make my girl upset." you feel awful for not noticing abby's behaviour.

"and nobody would think you're crazily possessive over me, okay? my friends would understand. abby's done this a few times before." you explain.

ellie nods again and grips you tighter. she rests her head on your chest and closes your eyes. it doesn't take long for her to fall asleep.

you kiss the top of her head again and close your eyes. you both could use a nap before driving back home.

[lexirosewrites]

getting ahead of the curve for slick sunday because i've been having thoughts today and i know i'll forget if i wait to send this. brief warning for postpartum depression and mpreg mentions 🫡 (also this was not edited before i sent it in so ignore mistakes haha)

i think this has already been touched on a bit during a past slick sunday, but i'm thinking about omega steve who gets such bad postpartum depression after his and eddie's first pup is born. like, so bad he can barely bring himself to hold them most days. eddie tried to help where he can, and wayne stays with them to help out, but there's only so much the two of them can do. maybe this is during a time where PPD is severely under researched, so not even the doctors they've gone to can give them much more information than they already have. it all makes steve feel even worse. he wanted pups so bad, and now he can't even love the one he has the way he thinks he's supposed to. eddie feels helpless. he doesn't know what to do.

there's one day that steve is left alone with the pup. it's only supposed to be for a couple hours. eddie was at work, and wayne just had to run a quick errand. but steve is almost immediately overwhelmed. his pup is crying and he doesn't know how to make it stop. he feels useless. he's in tears when there's a knock the door, and joyce comes in carrying containers of food. she quickly takes over, offering to take the baby and give steve a break. it gets worse when his pup instantly stops crying in joyce's arms. so when she takes the pup back to the nursery for a nap, steve leaves. just. grabs his keys and walks out the door without a word.

eddie finds him on his way home from work. he's driving his normal route when he sees steves car pulled over on the side of the road near one of the small bridges in hawkins. steve's sitting there, just letting his feet dangle over the edge. eddie panics at first, checking the car and seeing their pup isn't inside. steve isn't holding them. he knows steve has been struggling, so he tries to approach cautiously. he doesn't want to make anything worse. he asks steve what he's doing there, if he's okay. he only gets a shrug and a quiet, "needed out". he carefully asks where the pup is. steve only says, "with joyce."

eddie doesn't get anything else out of steve, but he does eventually get him home. their pup is safe with wayne when they get back, who had beaten them back by nearly two hours and had been anxiously trying to find out where steve had gone. that's the lowest steve ever feels.

he does, eventually, get better. they find things that work, and finally find a doctor who can prescribe steve something that helps. nothing is ever perfect, and steve still has bad days, but it's so much better. and then he gets pregnant again and panics. he takes a while to tell eddie about the pregnancy because he's worried it'll happen again. in the end, everything works out, though. they know more now, and steve is a little more prepared for the fluctuations in his mood and hormones than he was last time. he loves his little family, despite all the obstacles they've had to face.

I'm not crying, you're crying🥲

[lilbitdepressed27]

Jenna Ortega x Fem!CopReader

Summary: alternative happy ending

Warnings: none

WC: 1.8k

Author’s Note: cause I care about y’all’s mental health’s @delicateenemyjellyfish I hope y’all enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes

It was two hours after she got off the phone with Angela when there was a knock on the door. She had moved quickly to reach the door. Swinging it open when she saw that it was Angela on the security cameras.

Seeing the look on Angela's face, it cause her own to crumble. Thinking the worse. You couldn't be. The grief, worry on the older woman's face was causing her to panic. "Is-Is she—" She couldn't even finish the sentence. The lump in her throat growing as the sobs that wanted to escape tried to crawl their way out.

"She's in surgery." It was all Angela could say. If she spoke more she knew she would break down. Just the thought of losing someone else that she cared deeply for had almost been enough for her to curl up in a ball and cry. You were-are like a little sister she never had. But she had to be strong for Jenna. The younger woman needed someone to be strong. And she knew you would want Angela to be there for the actress.

"Come on. I'll take you to her."

*

Six times. You had been shot six times. Your partner had died, protecting you. The drive by you had been investigating had been done by some hateful people, the same people that shot you and killed your partner. You were still in surgery, three hours since she arrived at the hospital. Three hours without knowing if you were okay. She had paced the waiting room the first hour and a half. Until your captain Grey sat her down trying his best to calm her.

"I know you're worried, but you have to take deep breaths, okay?"

You had always said your captain was more like a father to you and the rest of your close coworkers.

"For Y/N Y/LN?"

At the sound of your name being called. She was the first one up, looking at the doctor that was still in his scrubs, scrubs that were bloodied. With your blood. Her eyes couldn't look away. She had never seen so much blood. Real blood. Forcing her eyes to look away.

"How is she?" Angela spoke from behind the actress.

The doctor looked away from the Wednesday star, looked towards the older Latina woman. "She's stable." The sigh of relief was let out by everyone in that room. "But she's not out of the woods yet, her heart stopped on the surgery table twice. This could have have some impact on her body, like memory loss, speech difficulties, difficulties concentrating weakness in the bones. It could take her weeks maybe even months for her to fully recover. She's in room 527, go on in. I will be in there shortly. Two at a time only please."

*

Seeing you, unmoving covered in bandages those said bandages that had blood on them, had been a sight that she always feared. The feeling that she had in her heart that been almost panic consuming. She would have lost it if Angela had not been in the room.

Her hand coming up to cover her mouth to hold in a sob. The horrifying feeling that she had been so close to losing you had finally settled in. The bloody bandages, the tube that was helping you breath, the machine that was connected kept track of your heart rate.

"It's okay, she's strong. She'll pull through."

*

It had been a long week. The young actress refused to go back to work, to leave your side. Thankfully she didn't have anything major she had to attend. Small interviews, photo shoots had been rescheduled until further notice. She wanted to be right next to you when you woke up. Six days after the shooting, they had taken out the breathing tube.

The doctors had told her it was now up you to wake up. Your skin was no longer cold from all the blood you lost. Your hand that wasn't bandages up from a gun shot wound was in her her hands. A chance that your hand would not be the same had been talked about with the doctor.

As much as she didn't like (now hated) that you were a cop, she knew how much you loved it. From the pictures of you as a child dressed as a police officer, she knew how much you really loved your job. She had been supportive seeing as you were a cop before she even met you. But now, now she was afraid. Afraid that you could possibly go back to your job once you were fully recovered.

She loved you so much, more than she had ever loved someone. Just the thought that she could have lost you had her going into a panic.

"—J-Jen?"

The voice had never sounded so heavenly to her ears. The way she had gotten up from her chair had been the quickest she ever moved. Seeing you smiling gently up at her as she stood over you. Her cry of relief at seeing your beautiful y/ec eyes. The eyes she's missed so much. A week had never felt so long.

"Hey baby." Sniffling as she wiped her tears. Taking your good hand in hers. Gently brining it up and kissing the back of your hand. The relief that she felt at hearing your voice. Pressing the button on the side of your bed for the nurse. "How are you feeling?"

"A bit sore and thirsty." Your voice did come out hoarse. She knew she couldn't do anything till the doctor arrived. Thankfully she didn't have to wait long.

"Officer Y/ln, how are you feeling." The doctor was quick but gentle to check your vitals. Jenna staying by your side. Never letting your hand go. As you repeated how you felt.

"That's normal, you have us quite a scare Ms.Y/ln. do you remember anything?"

You memory was hazy, you couldn't remember anything the more you tried to remember what lead to you. Until the memory of being shot came crashing in like tidal waves. The piercing pain of being shot as your partner went ahead of you to shot the criminals. Barely remembering how your partner pleaded for you to stay awake before your world faded into darkness.

You thought you were going to die.

"My partner?"

The look of sympathy was all you needed. Your eyes filling with tears. Your partner was dead. A squeeze to your hand had you pulling your gaze from the ceiling looking towards your left. Taking in how red her eyes were. The puffiness around her eyes. Clear signs that she had been crying.

"I'm sorry officer, you were shot six times. The gun shot wound you received on your hand, from what we know the bullet damaged some nerves, meaning there's a high possibility that your hand will be at a hundred percent functional. We won't know until it's fully healed. You may feel a bit out of breath, that's due some of the bullet fragments that punctured your right lung. This could take up to a few more weeks for it to fully heal. What we were most worried about was that you suffered a cardiac arrest twice. Because of this the healing process could be much longer—"

You were listening. But you couldn't really hear the doctor. You were too busy looking at Jenna. Really taking her in. How the actress took in every word the doctor was saying. You knew how dangerous being a cop was. But you've never had a close call like this one. To hear that your heart stopped not once but twice it was scary. As much as you loved your job, you loved being with Jenna more.

"Do you have any questions?"

Barely registering that the doctor was had directed the question toward you. With shake of the head. The doctor nodded and told you that a nurse will be in if you need anything before living the room. After he gave Jenna a cup filled with ice chips.

"Are you okay?"

A small laugh of disbelief escaped her lips at the question. "Me? You're the one who almost..." She couldn't finish that sentence. A part of her wanted to forget how close she was to losing you. But she knew deep down she'd never forget. Seeing you like she had would be engraved in her brain forever.

"That's why I'm asking, I'm sorry."

Seeing your soft y/ec eyes filled with guilt and worry had been enough for her to cry. "Don't apologize. This is not your fault. I—I was so scared. I almost lost you Y/n. And I can't I can't lose you."

It was going to be tough decision, one you weren't even sure you'd make yourself passed off what the doctor had said. You could be pushed into early retirement. But if that wasn't the case. Maybe you would have to look into a different career path.

Especially if you wanted a future with Jenna

*

For the past three weeks you had been resting and healing. Jenna helping you in any and every way. She had been such a great help. You weren't sure where you'd be without her. But you also knew that Jenna had to go back to work.

"Baby the doctor said I'm doing much better." Your latest doctor visit had gone better than expected. Yes you still felt got out breath a bit quicker than usual, felt weak after just thirty minute walk. But you were doing way better than you were before.

Your days as a cop had come to an end. Your Greg, your captain, had relived you from duty permanently. It was a sad thing as much as you tired to deny it. But you were happy. Glad to be given another chance at life with the woman you love.

"I can stay I w-Baby." Cutting her off as you cupped her cheeks. Lightly kissing her on her lips. "Go do your job. I know your manager is going crazy and you can cancel interviews and photoshoots for so long till he puts his foot down. I promise I'm fine. I won't do anything other than lay in bed and maybe play some video games."

Jenna was hesitant, it would be the first time she leaves you alone. She pushed off her responsibilities as an actress to be with you. And she didn't regret it. But she knew you had a point. "Promise you'll be careful and you'll call me if you need anything."

You truly had improved since getting out of the hospital. You no longer needed cane to walk. That had been such a great achievement.

“I promise. Now go be that talented actress that I love.” Leaning down to kiss her lips, a kiss she was happy to return.

And Jenna was happy. She was grateful that you were still with her. That you were alive.

:)

[hwaslayer]

favorite things | pmylm drabble (jyh)

⇢ favorite things - drabble one // ft. the pmylm couple

summary: yunho's been having a rough time adjusting to the 'real world' and gets upset when he can't have the person he needs the most right away.

words: 2.8k

warnings: cussing/mature language, jealousy/insecurities, yuyu is upset and doesn't really know how to control his feelings rn cause he is just a tired boy 😭, a small lil fight, the awkward silent treatment, yuyu and yeo talk thru his feelings for a bit, kissing/making out, sorry if i missed anything i quickly whipped the rest of this in bed lol

a/n: whipped this baby up because i just felt the need to and i missed my babies!! (+ this lil IG inspo hehe) more drabbles to come 🫶🏼 love you in slow motion update this weekend annnnd i’m gonna have to push back the fallen angel hwa fic cause im all over the place 🥹 but we’ll do better!! lol stay tuned!!

Yunho has entered the real world and he is exhausted. When his mom used to joke about living and working in this so-called real world, he used to think it was just a thing to keep him on his toes, shake him up a little bit.

Nope, that shit was all real.

And he hates it.

He hates it because it's the one thing that brings another fight to the table for your relationship. Ultimately, Yunho knows all he has to do is adjust and he'll be fine in the long run. Both of you will be fine in the long run.

But today, that feels like a stretch and he is short of patience. Unusually short of patience than usual. He knows you don't mean any harm but for some odd reason, today he feels like the world is going to swallow him alive and everything is triggering.

The first thing is the fact that he has to stay a bit later than usual to finish up a project he had been working on. He was hoping to rush home and spend some time with you before you were off to practice for the evening, spending 2-3 hours with your friends and the group.

That didn't happen.

So, when he gets home and you've already texted him saying you've left with a sad, crying face, he's bummed. He gets himself comfortable anyway, heating up a cup of ramen since he's not too hungry. Maybe he'll get some food with you when you're out— it's one of his favorite things to do.

Now, the second thing that makes him a little more irked is the fact that 2-3 hours go by and you haven't texted. He knows practice can run long, but it's also a little unusual for you to not keep him updated. You finally do a bit past 8pm with a quick:

you: hi baby, sorry! practice was a bit busy, i was caught up during breaks. i'll be home soon then i'll come over after i shower, okay? wait for me (: we should go on a food run! hehe

yunho: sounds good, love. i'll be here.

It closes to 9pm and Yunho isn't hungry anymore. The cup of ramen will do since there seems to be a dim chance of getting food with you, especially when you tell him you'll be over in a quick second but you’re still nowhere to be found. Yunho charges to the door anyway and is hoping to greet you when he swings the door open. Instead, he's greeted with you laughing and giggling with Hyunjin downstairs in the lot as he hands you a bag of to-go food.

Let's set the record straight— Yunho loves your friends. He knows he can trust them, and he knows they're all genuinely good people. He's always been happy you had a good group of people around you.

It's just today, he really, really missed you. After a long ass day. And he knows you [and Hyunjin] mean no harm in your actions, but he can't help but feel a tad bit insecure [and slightly jealous] that you aren't rushing over to see him after not being with him all day. He knows he can blame this on the fact that he's exhausted and a little short on patience. God knows he really did try to keep it cool and brush it off.

He couldn't help it.

Yunho shuts the door again, leaving it unlocked for whenever you feel ready to come upstairs and hang out with him. He sits on his computer chair, irritated, and throws on a game to distract himself momentarily. Maybe it'll help ease whatever he's feeling,

But, nope.

It doesn't.

Because when you walk in, you're still yelling out to Hyunjin and whoever before you shut the door, place the food on the counter and walk into his room. You throw your arms around him from behind and Yunho lets out a small, audible sigh. That was already alarming enough for you, but you still dip your head to the side and try to grab his attention.

"Hi." You place a quick, chaste quick to his cheek, but Yunho doesn't move.

"Hey."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Is all he says plainly. "I was just waiting for you."

"I know, but Hyunjin stopped by to give us food—"

"I thought we were gonna grab food together?"

"Oh." You frown because it completely slipped your mind, or else, you would've left the food at your own apartment to save it for tomorrow instead. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't think he was gonna swing by with food. We all left each other earlier without any plans of—"

"It's okay." He taps your arms as a signal for you to let go of him. "You should go eat."

"We can share, there's more than enough—"

"All good." It's petty of Yunho, he knows. For him, it's the fact that you told him you wanted to go on a food run after practice. Another small, but meaningful thing you two did often. He doesn't blame Hyunjin for anything at all, no. There was no way of preventing that, and who the fuck was he to make you reject food from a friend?

He just wished he could take you to get food. Watch you order your favorites and do your happy dance in his passenger's seat. It's another one of his favorite things.

"Yunho." You slowly step aside and sit on his bed, your appetite all of a sudden gone from how distant your boyfriend is being. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset."

"It's fine."

"Is it really? Because something feels off and I wanna know what I did so I can fix it."

"It's nothing, Y/N." You almost flinch at the way he calls you your name instead of his cute endearing nicknames. It throws you off guard so much that you resort to a flimsy, broken:

"Okay." It's barely above a whisper. You stand to head back out to the kitchen, quietly eating a bit of Hyunjin's extra to-go thai food before setting some aside in a tupperware for Yunho and placing it in the fridge. The rest of the night goes.. like that.

In silence. With weird tension.

You hate it.

You wish you could just fix whatever you did wrong, or that Yunho would tell you no matter how 'silly' it may sound. He's always been so good with communicating, even during small disagreements, you weren't sure why he was avoiding it this time around.

You quietly get ready for bed, brushing your teeth and flossing before changing out of your sweats and hoodie to Yunho's shirt. You pad into the room, slipping yourself deep under the sheets and pull up some vlogs on Youtube that you need to catch up on.

"Tired?" Yunho asks from his computer chair, still playing his game.

"Mhm." You look at him, hoping he'd come over to kiss you, cuddle you. Shut off the computer and lay next to you, show you any kind of affection. He doesn't budge, though. You feel your bottom lip trembling, your heart slowly cracking in various places. You have to take a breath to prevent yourself from crying, and Yunho can feel it. He can feel your gaze on him, he can tell you're seconds away from crying. So, Yunho stands and shuts off his computer. But, he starts to head out to the living room and you're on the verge of breaking down. His way of avoiding the issue and getting more upset was to shut down. Deflect.

This wasn't like Yunho at all so you knew something was wrong; something was that bothersome to him.

"Baby." You call for him softly, and he just looks at you. You can tell he's conflicted between keeping this up and dropping it entirely, but it doesn't seem to be enough. It's not enough for him to drop it because his expression doesn't change. He still seems cold, distant. Tired. Unlike the Yunho you're so, so used to seeing and having.

"I'm just tired. Go to sleep."

"Where are you going?"

"The living room."

"Let me come with you."

"Y/N. Please go to sleep. I told you nothing was wrong." You watch the way his jaw slightly ticks before brushing you off completely and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him. A loud sigh escapes his lips as he treads to the couch and plops onto it, leaning his head back onto the edge. He shuts his eyes, giving himself some time to sort through his feelings because what the fuck, Jeong Yunho?

He knows this is much needed, though. He needed to step away for a second to regroup. He doesn't want to unintentionally hurt you by saying or doing things that he doesn't mean. He's tired, and he's acting like a fucking baby because he just wanted you at so many points today— yet, the universe just didn't let him have you. That wasn't your fault.

None of this was your fault.

He needed to do better. Just because he was exhausted, didn't mean he had to act this way towards you.

"Yo." Yeosang walks through the door, dropping his duffle bag to the floor as he steps out of his shoes. "You good?" He furrows his brows at the sight of Yunho just resting his head back with his eyes shut close.

"Mhm."

"Where's Y/N?"

"In the room." Odd, Yeosang thinks. It's not like you two to be separated like this. It's pretty obvious Yunho is bothered by something and that you've probably gotten into a small fight over it. Yeosang isn't one to meddle much, especially when it's not his business to. But, he is concerned seeing his roommate like this. It's probably one of the rare times he ever sees Yunho upset.

"You sure everything's okay? I'm not really used to seeing you sitting out in the living room in silence like this." Yunho lets out a tiny chuckle that's barely audible, but he finally turns to Yeosang and purses his lips.

"I guess. Just exhausted lately."

"I bet. You've been working your ass off." Yeosang looks into the fridge before stepping away with a cold water bottle and heading towards Yunho. "Y/N put some food in there for you, by the way."

"Did she?"

"Yeah. It has a little sticky note on top." Of course you did, why wouldn’t you? You always thought about Yunho no matter what.

"Fuck."

"What?"'

"I've been such a dick to her tonight."

"What'd you do?"

"It's so stupid." Yunho begins to explain how his day has just been all over the place— from work, to staying late and not being able to see you before practice, no updates until 3+ hours after practice, looking forward to a food run that didn't end up happening because of Hyunjin. All Yeosang can do is laugh a bit and shake his head.

"Dude, we all have bad days. It's inevitable. You're still adjusting so don't be so hard on yourself. It's hard going from a routine you were so used to, especially with Y/N. Then, having to switch it up and play tetris with your time. It's not easy. But also, I'm sure Y/N has been feeling the same way. She's just doing what she can to support you first and foremost. She'd never hurt you intentionally, and I know she'd always choose you in the end." Yunho's head drops as he leans onto his knees and sighs again.

"Fuck, you're right. I don't know why today was so difficult. I guess it all piled on for me and I didn't know how to sort through it."

"All good. Shit happens." Yeosang shrugs. "Anyway. I'm gonna head to bed. You should probably do the same. I know she's probably waiting for you."

"Thanks." Yeo gives him a little dap before he's off to get comfy and end his day. Yunho stays on the couch for a few more minutes before he brushes his teeth and washes up for bed. He stands in the bathroom for a few more seconds before gaining the courage to finally talk to you about everything that's been going on today. When he walks in, you're still bundled under the sheets, but your phone is against the wall and a video is playing. He can hear you sniffling through the video though, and he knows you've been crying.

God dammit, Yunho.

"Baby?" You hear Yunho softly call your name as he slips into bed and wraps his arms around you.

"Mhm?" You respond, still facing away from him.

"Can we talk?" You sigh and exit the video, locking your phone before turning towards Yunho and setting your phone onto the table.

"Don't force yourself if you aren't ready to."

"I am, and I'm sorry." He looks at you with those puppy dog eyes and it instantly feels like you have your loving, incredibly sweet and attentive boyfriend back.

"What happened?"

"I don't really know. To be honest, I don't have that great of an explanation. I was just tired and I was really looking forward to seeing you before practice. I couldn't see you then because of work, so I was even more excited to see you after practice and to go on our run together. But, you came later and the whole thing with Hyunjin—" He pauses and shakes his head. "It was so stupid and childish of me. I didn't need to act that way, and I'm so sorry I was such a dick to you over that." You cup his cheek and caress the surface with your thumb.

"You should've just told me, babe."

"It's so dumb, though?" He furrows his brows, mainly at himself.

"Nothing is dumb. Whatever hurts you, hurts me. We're in this together, remember? We're on the same team. I just need you to communicate and be honest, like you always tell me. Okay? I'll do anything to fix it and make it better. I'm your safe space like you are mine."

"I know." He leans into your touch before placing a soft kiss to your palm. "I'll do better."

"We have our bad days and that's okay. It won't make me love you any less. Tell me if you need space or if you need anything from me. I want you to be happy and comfortable."

"I know."

"Okay. And I'm sorry about the food run. I promise I'll keep my end of it next time."

"Wasn't your fault, baby. Nothing could have prevented that." You give him a tiny, toothless smile before kissing the tip of his nose.

"Are we okay?" He nods.

"I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way.” He repeats before leaning in to peck you on the lips. He holds the kiss before parting and looking you in the eye, brushing the hair away from your face. He dips in for another kiss— this time, it's deeper. More passionate. His hand comes down to the small of your back as he presses against you, slipping his tongue in to fight for dominance against yours. The kiss is so full of love and neediness, but there's no push or pressure to make anything out of it.

So, Yunho continues to kiss you. Pushing up against you ever so slightly while parting from your lips to leave a trail across your jaw.

Your chin.

Your neck.

Back up to your lips.

He loves the way you softly sigh in content, listening to him repeatedly whisper 'I love you' against your lips. Into your neck. Across your jaw. He loves the way you gently bite onto his bottom lip as a way of asking for more. He loves the way your fingers tug on the ends of his hair, the way you press your lips against his cheek, forehead, nose. The way you caress his cheeks and never let him go.

It's amongst the many on his list of favorite things.

He continues to coo you and praise you in between kisses throughout the night, smiling while hearing your giggles and smothering you with more kisses until you find yourself getting sleepy. He holds you close and sings a soft lullaby, playing with your hair as you drift off to sleep with the cutest smile on your face. He can’t help but admire you, fighting the exhaustion that’s been hitting him all week for a little longer. He fights it until he can’t anymore but fuck it, it’s all worth it.

Because sitting at the very top of his favorites list is you.

⇢ permanent taglist: @asjkdk @bintificreads @interweab @svintsandghosts @cheolliehugs

[thewritingofspencerrose]

A Future With You

Luke Hughes x oc

"Okay, but do we really need a second bedroom?" Luke asks, his arms wrapped around my body as I lean against his chest, the laptop rested on my thighs as we search for apartments, thinking a lot lately about when I graduate from Michigan and get to finally move to Jersey.

"Where will your brother's stay if we don't have a second room?"

"On the couch?" Lu supplies as if it should have been clear. "Or Jack can stay at his own apartment and Quinn can stay with him."

"And your parents?"

"We'll book them a hotel room."

"Lu, we can't just make your family stay in a hotel, they'll be here to visit us, that's rude," He clearly doesn't understand, because he gets his cute little confused face, mouth pouty and eyebrows furrowed.

"Plus, if we have a guest room now, we may not have to move into a new place for a while, we'll be able to just redecorate if the time comes," I can't help but mention, glancing up hesitantly, and the confused look hasn't changed.

I'm going to actually have to say this out loud. And while Lu and I have discussed living together a lot, down to now looking at apartments online, and we've discussed getting married one day, we've never discussed this.

Kids.

"What do you mean, baby?" He asks when I've paused for too long.

"Uh." What am I supposed to say? For when we have babies one day? "You know, for the future."

And it's now that his confusion is morphed into joy, him moving my laptop to the floor and flipping me over so that my front is facing his, his arms around me tightening as he kisses me.

"Are you talking about having kids with me?" And the absolute look of hope on his face makes me want to cry tears of joy.

"I didn't mean to assume that you'd want to have kids with me, I just- it breaks my heart to even consider a future without you but -"

"Never think like that," He interrupts, smile smaller than before as he cups my face. "Never think of a future without me in it, cause if I'm not in it I'm dead."

"Lu-"

"No," He interrupts again. "You need to know that I plan to marry you. Hell-" Is the next thing to come out of his mouth, moving from under me and earning a groan of disapproval, but he's back a second later, a small box in his hand and his heart rate skyrocketing as he retakes his place behind me.

"Luke, what is that?" I can't help but ask, even though I'm almost positive in the answer.

"It's the ring I bought for you right after our first anniversary," He begins to explain, bringing tears to my eyes. "Hey now, please don't cry baby."

And I shove him, not hard, but enough against his chest for him to get the memo. "You just told me you bought a ring for me after our first anniversary, A YEAR AND A HALF AGO and you expect me not to cry?"

"I need you to know, I was not planning on showing this to you, or giving this to you, for a while. I just knew I was going to marry you and bought it with my sign-on check for the Devils."

"Do you want an answer? Need an answer? Are you actively proposing or just showing me that you've thought about it?"

Lu chuckles, running him hand that's not holding the closed box through my hair and letting it rest on my shoulder.

"You need to know that I was going to do it this summer. Take you to the lake house, take you to that little bookstore-cafe type place I let you talk me into for our first date and propose," he explains, tears pouring down my face. And he looks at me with such a soft expression that I just know I'll forever feel at home with this boy.

"Would you be okay with me just asking you n-"

"Yes," I interrupt, not caring about what comes next.

Chuckling, he shakes his head, the curls moving this way and that. "Yes you're okay with me asking now or yes to the question?"

"Both," I answer without a second thought. "God Lu just ask me to marry you already!"

"Mackenzie-"

"Yes."

"- will you -"

"Yes."

"Marry me? Not now, but at some point?" And although he knows my answer, he looks nervous.

"Luke Hughes there is no universe where I say no to spending forever with you," I assure, kissing him softly before he slips the ring, a gorgeous one that could have come straight from my dreams, onto my finger, pulling me as close to his chest as humanly possible. We stay like this, just resting together in excitement and love before I can feel his head shift back to looking at me.

"So, kids?" Are the words he chooses the re-start our conversation from earlier, making me giggle.

"One day."

[creativewritersposts]

fucked up - Nico Hischier

summary; Nico Hischier x reader.

The honest opinion from a person you really like can hurt the most. But what if Nico regrets it?

warning(s); bad language, angst, argument, fluff, maybe grammar errors

author's note; based on a true story. I'm sorry for not posting "happy-clappy fluff imagines" like usually (promise they'll come back soon). I can't write just pure fluff when I'm crying a river.

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It's the third day in a row that Nico doesn't want to talk with you. You can't explain why, but your stomach feeling tells you, something is not okay. You tried to distract yourself with work, work and more work. But when you step in your apartment, you're mentally break down. Your overthinking says hello. You grab your phone, trying to call him, just his mailbox.

"What did I do wrong", you mumble to yourself, biting on your lip. It's rainy outside, like how you feel. You're starring at other people out of the window, until your phone vibrates. "hello?", you start the conversation without looking on the screen, who it is. "it's Nico, are you at home?", his voice sounds deep and kinda annoyed, "yes", you smile, happy to hear he's alive. "Ok bye", he hangs up without a second. You stress yourself to cook a nice dinner in an hour until the door bell rings. "hi baby!", you want to wrap your arms around his neck, but he pushes you politely away, "we need to talk, something is bothering me", his brown eyes let you feel confused, he never been so serious. You nod and let him walk in your kitchen. "I cooked dinner for us two", you smile to blow the negative vibes away. "Do you think dinner will change the fact you act exaggerate?!", his tall body turns around because he stands before you. "huh?", you're even more confused. "We're not together and you stress me out", he tolerates no argument whilst speaking. Honestly you're not able to argue. It's like a punch in your face. "what did I do?", you feel so small. Even when he told you this in a respectful way. "you stress me out. You want to text non-stop and you're not my girlfriend, not yet. After last night with five text messages I'm thinking if it's a good idea to ask you for that", Nico grabs your shaky hands,"it's not like I'm not interested anymore", he kisses your forehead. You're just able to nod and accept the fact. What he needs and wants.

"Thank you for telling me this", your fake smile shows sadness. Nico doesn't want to hurt you on purpose. "I'll pack in the pesto for you", with blurry eyes you do that, giving him the lunch box. Nico just stays calm, taking it and when you close the door behind you, he thinks of hoping you understood what he meant.

The next days your chest feels heavy, texting no message, you don't call him, you let him his freedom. You know Nico lost the finals of the world championship, he looked so disappointed and usually you would at least send him something lovely, but your brain tells you; you were clingy. You're the problem. You're a bad Person for bothering someone. You don't enjoy being a clingy girl.

In the middle of night your phone vibrates again, like ten times until you groan, you're not in the shape to talk happy phone calls. "hey, are you ok?", his voice sounds occupied. "Sure", you reply. "You didn't text me once. I'm worried. We lost", he let you know the news. Of course you're not saying that you watched his game. Like he gave you a clear message. You would be clingy you're not his girlfriend and he owes you nothing.

"I'm sorry to hear that", your hands shake again. You don't feel comfortable anymore, more like you have to hide your personality to be not the problem anymore. "I didn't mean that I don't like to talk with you", he coughs. "I really like you anyway as a person who you are", he talks more. "I'm tired, good night", hanging up until he can hear how much you're hurt. Just thoughts hunting you in your head;

what are you doing now?

What is the right way to deal with this?

[dakotalun]

What Now? | Eddie Munson

pairing: Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: PART 2-- Eddie helps you deal with your break up.

warnings: none

word count: 1.1k

a/n: please comment if you want to be added to the taglist!

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

"Uh, I guess you're wondering why I'm walking to your place at 10pm in the pouring rain," I tried to make a joke but it came out soft and broken.

"A little bit but I'm not gonna push you. You can tell me when you’re ready," The softness and sincerity in his voice makes me wanna start crying all over again. God why does he have to be so perfect all the time?

"Jamie um,” I pause, the wound still too fresh to speak of, “Broke up with me."

"What?! Why??" I can picture the expression in his face without even looking, mouth open and brows furrowed. Almost like an angry dad scolding their child, I would laugh at the thought if I wasn’t so damn sad right now.

"They said they had shit to work on and that having a partner would hold them back and they'd feel like they were lying to me if we kept going."

"Bullshit,” I wasn’t expecting this reaction out of him, “I don’t believe that for a second.”

"It's whatever, I just couldn't stay there and I can’t go home because Robin has Vickie over for the weekend, Chrissy is at Jason’s this weekend and apparently Nancy has an impromptu date with Johnathan, I was supposed to stay at Jamie's this weekend, but clearly…”

"You're staying here. No question. Do you need anything? Water? Tea?" He stands up and walks over to his small kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for something for me to drink.

"Honestly I just wanna get out of these clothes," And cry. But I don’t say that because he’s seen me cry enough already.

"You can cry if you need to, you know. I won’t judge, it’s a perfectly understandable situation.” Can this man read my mind or something? I sure as shit hope not. I just nod and look down at my shaking hands, from either the cold, or sadness I can’t quite tell.

“I'll put on some water for tea then start the shower for you," He pulls out his kettle from above his fridge, filling it with water and turning it on. Then he disappears into his room and returns a minute later with a t-shirt, crew neck and a pair of his boxers.

"I wasn't sure if you had stuff to wear so here are some options, towels are in the bathroom. I'll be out here if you need anything."

I grab the pile of clothes from him, "Thank you."

"It's nothing. Anything for you," His smile is infectious and a small one spreads to my face as well.

His words mean so much more to me than he can ever imagine. I get up off the couch and head to the bathroom to shower off the mixture of rain water and tears. As the water hits me, my brain keeps thinking of all the things Jamie and I did together; buying Gregory, going to Lolla, spending weekends watching Criminal Minds and eating ice cream. Before I know it I'm crying and I can't stop the tears. I don’t know how much time has passed since I got in but I snap out of my crying fit when I hear a soft knock on the bathroom door.

I wipe my tears, as if it makes a difference with water pouring down on me, and clear my throat before speaking, “Uh yeah?”

“Sorry to interrupt but I was wondering if you’d eaten yet?” His voice is slightly muffled from the door and the sound of the water doesn’t help either.

“I uh,” I pause before answering, I know that I haven’t eaten since Jamie and I were gonna cook something at their place but I also know that Eddie will want to pay for the food and him allowing me to stay here is already too much, “Yeah, I ate before I went over to Jamie’s”

“Hmm,” I hope he can’t tell I’m lying, “Okay.”

I let out a breath and go back to cleaning myself off, I need to get rid of their smell.

After my shower I put on his boxers and the crewneck he offered me. A genuine smile crosses my face when I notice it’s the same one he let me borrow in early August when we went to his lake house. But the happiness of the memory gets overshadowed by the thought of the fact that not only 4 hours before that I was in Chicago with Jamie, leaving Lollapalooza.

I shake my head and get rid of those thoughts before heading out to the living room with my dirty clothes in my hand. I see Eddie standing by his balcony door, hands in his pockets just staring out into the night sky. I watch him for a second and think about how someone like him can be so friendly and happy around me. It’s confused me since the day we met.

It was the first day of freshman orientation and we were all in a small classroom waiting for our group mentor to show up and tell us about what we’d be doing this week. I chose to sit in the middle of the room but in a seat next to the wall so I could rest my back against it and watch the entire room.

As I sat there scanning the room my eyes landed on a handful of interesting people, some that I’ve recognized from orientation day, others who just had interesting clothes or hair, and then there was Eddie. There was just something about him, his long curly hair, his dark clothes, the chains hanging around his neck and off his plants, and those rings.

I couldn’t help but stare, from what I could see he was clearly attractive and dressed very differently from what I’ve noticed most men wear. As I admired him from afar, our mentor came rushing in apologizing for being late. They had to make sure they had the right group since some people had to switch at the last minute.

We all turned our attention to the two mentors standing in the front as they talked about what the next few days were going to look like for us. I tried my best to retain the information but then they had us do a “get to know you” game and my heart dropped. I’ve always hated talking about myself and what I enjoy and it seemed kind of redundant to say I like art seeing as though this is an art school. But the curiosity to find out more about the mysterious man across the room was too strong.

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[mypoisonedvine]

Please can I request dark Emmett!! Like maybe he keeps you locked in his bunker to be his little "pet"

whyyy is kidnapping so sexy?!!?! and emmett is the perfect one for it ugh I made this more on the soft dark side I hope you don't mind!!

warnings: 18+ only!! dark smut!!, kidnapping and captivity, yandere emmett (kinda?), praise, possessiveness, pain kink, breeding kink, tummy bulge kink

"Don't give me any trouble, now," he warned sternly. "Doesn't have to hurt if you just listen."

You shivered as he ran his hand over your thigh, sighing to himself through his nose. "If... if I do what you say..." you began shakily, already hating that you were offering to obey him, "will you let me go after?"

He looked at you, those bright blue eyes making you shiver slightly, and gave you almost a pitying kind of frown. "I don't wanna lie to ya," he admitted quietly. "No. I'm not gonna let you go."

You whimpered, biting your shaking lip as he leaned in and held your cheek gently, kissing a small tear away. You fought the urge to shrink away, knowing after being held here for a few days already that he didn't respond well to his affections being rebuffed. He'd told you in the beginning that he wouldn't make you do anything, that he wouldn't hurt you-- but you could see even then that his patience was running thin. If you weren't giving him what he wanted, you were just another mouth to feed... and someone to keep his bed warm.

"Please," you started to cry harder, "please, don't keep me here--"

"I already told you," he interrupted sternly, "you're gonna be here, with me. I'll take care of you, and keep you safe, but... but you need to take care of me, too. I tried to be nice, but-- well, I can be mean if I need to. Neither of us wants that."

He lifted your chin, forcing you to blink your wet eyes up at him, and his gaze drifted to your lips-- you knew then that he wasn't going to wait anymore. He was going to take you now, and you were in no position to fight him. So, instead, all you could hope for was to get it over with.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, you kissed him suddenly, eyes shut tight.

His lips were soft, but his beard scratched your face a little; you whimpered when his tongue gently pushed into your mouth, making it harder for you to think about anything other that what this was and who you were kissing. His large, rough hand cradled the curve of your waist as he kissed you back, pulling your body close to his, and you (ironically) shivered at how warm he was.

He hummed as he guided you back to the bed-- it was small, way too small for you two to have been sharing it since he started keeping you here-- and laid you on it, breaking the kiss to look down at you tenderly.

"It's okay," he promised as you whimpered a little, feeling him spread your legs to slot himself between them-- he'd only given you a baggy shirt to wear, not even panties, and so all he had to do was lift your legs to see you. "Oh, beautiful," he sighed, and you bit your lip and looked away.

He pushed the shirt up higher, humming as he felt your chest, and you shut your eyes just before you felt him wrap his lips around a hardened nipple. You didn't mean to moan, and really, it wasn't a moan-- more just a sound of surprise-- but he moaned back as he suckled at your chest.

He seemed to get a little more desperate after that, breathing heavily as he pulled back and quickly pulled the shirt off over your head-- kissing your lips again hungrily as he opened his belt and jeans. You felt strange, being naked under him while he was still basically completely dressed, but then again the whole ordeal was pretty strange.

You tried to hide your reaction when you caught a glimpse of his cock, but you couldn't really help it: your eyes went wide and your throat dried up, terrified to imagine how that was supposed to fit inside you.

But you couldn't look at it for very long, he laid down over you and rubbed it over your waiting pussy with a long, satisfied sigh.

"You're wet," he noticed in a whisper as he slid through your folds; you were, though you weren't sure why, and the way his voice sounded as he pointed it out seemed to only make it worse. "I'll take it slow," he promised, kissing by your ear. "O-or, I'll try, at least."

Pushing his hips forward, you both gasped when his fat head finally broke through your body's resistance; it stung, and you winced, but he moaned softly.

"Warm," he sighed, "and tight, fuck, so tight-- you can take a little more, right?"

But you whined and dug your fingers into his shoulders as he pushed in deeper, stretching you more than you were ready for.

"Oh, am I hurting you?" he breathed. "Sorry, I'm sorry-- I didn't mean to..."

You heard the conflict in his voice, though: he wanted to be sorry for hurting you, but it clearly aroused him to see you struggling to fit him.

He moved further inside again and watched your face in awe as you yelped, trying to grab his hips to keep him from going in anymore, but he plunged on with a low moan. "Oh, god," he choked out, "you can take it, sweet girl, I promise you can take it."

With one more sharp movement, he managed to completely sheath himself inside you, and your legs shook from the pain of the intrusion.

He grunted, head falling back a bit, before burying his face in your neck and sighing against your skin. "I knew you could be good for me," he breathed, "oh, my beautiful girl-- all mine now, aren't ya? My pretty thing."

He set his pace, not too fast yet but not nearly as slow as you would've wanted-- actually, you didn't want him to move yet at all, and even his gentle and patient thrusts made your face twist.

"Mine," he panted, moaning a little more as his hand rested on your head, thumb gently stroking your hair. "I'll take such good care of ya, I swear. You won't even miss it, bein' all alone out there... gonna keep you fed and warm and safe..."

You sighed a little, trying to relax at the thought.

"Gonna get you pregnant," he added rather abruptly, and you tensed up-- everywhere. He groaned as your walls clenched on his cock, and started to fuck you faster. "Mm, you'll be so pretty, nice and full with my baby..."

You were speechless-- you could beg him not to do that to you, but you were quickly realizing that that was what he wanted with you all along. Sure, he had physical needs he wanted taken care of with you, but that was clearly secondary to an even more primal desire. His hand moved down from your head and came to rest on your stomach-- the very lowest part of it, below your belly button-- and your eyes rolled back as you realized you could feel him there, that deep inside you.

"I can see it, fuck," he choked as he pulled his hand back to get a look at it, at the place where, just barely, his thrusts created a bulge inside you. "Right there, that's where I'm gonna fill you up, pretty girl."

You held tightly onto him, terribly overwhelmed but desperate for something to cling to.

"You'll be the cutest little mommy," he cooed, "and we'll be a family. We'll be happy, I promise. You'll be happy here-- you and our babies."

He didn't waste any time throwing out the plural there, did he? That, finally, was enough to make you protest: "Emmett," you gasped, "wait, I--"

"Shh, it's okay," he soothed, holding onto you tighter and giving you a thrust so deep that you choked on your own whine. "It's okay, sweet girl, it's what you're meant for."