#it seems like everyday I’m fighting to stop someone

[chrissy-kaos]

This person is using my pic to sell black market hormones. I for one don’t condone this at all. You have no actual idea what’s in these pills. I will not be associated with this. They are also claiming to be a medical therapist. NO licensed therapist is going to sell drugs on tumblr. They could lose their license.

So please help me report and remove this blog off tumblr!

@staff

[sistertotheknowitall]

Danny is Some Guy with a not so secret admirer.

Part four? Post #four? I don’t know, none of these are exactly in order. Post one, post two, post three.

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By the time Tim opened the door, Danny had his coffee made and handed to Mia at the register. He resolutely ignored her smug face and went back to making the other orders.

Tim had been a regular long before Danny had started at the coffee shop but it was three days into Danny’s third week when Tim had stumbled in at eight a.m. and did a double take upon seeing Danny. A very obvious double take followed by intense staring before Mia had cleared her throat. The blush that lit up Tim’s face was only rivaled by the one on Danny’s.

He had never had anyone openly stare at him before.

Mia had been insufferable ever since.

It also didn’t help that shortly after their first meeting Tim had started taking his breaks at the little coffee shop. It’s been three weeks, nearly a month and Wayne Enterprise’s CEO went from a bi-weekly regular to an everyday one. (Danny wondered if he should be concerned for the man’s caffeine intake but he only had the one cup every time so probably not.)

Originally, Danny had no plans to talk to Tim. It seemed obvious the guy had a crush on Danny if the constant looks over his laptop were anything to go by and Danny didn’t want to encourage it. Danny barely had time to make new friends let alone start a relationship.

There was also the added problem of what was quickly becoming his bat stalkers. How do you explain to someone that you were being watched by Gotham’s vigilante’s for no reason? (Or worse because he had made a poorly timed sleep-deprived comment.) Danny didn’t think you could without seeming suspicious.

Incidentally though, Danny’s plan went out the window when on a slow afternoon as he was cleaning tables and passed behind Tim. Once he saw the article the other man was reading he snorted.

Bruce Wayne and The Batman? Could This Be A New Romance For Gothams Most Beloved Billionaire?

It was one of those gossip rags that printed things like: Elvis: alive and well and Superman: a mild mannered farm boy? It was all nonsense.

Danny asked Tim why he bothered with the site and Tim responded that he found it amusing to read and that his family had a group chat where they sent the articles to each other.

“Okay. But Batman? Really? Your dad could do so much better.”

“You don’t like Batman?” Tim asked. Danny had slid into the chair next to him and shrugged. “I respect what he does but for as intimidating as he is, he also seems a little silly.”

Tim had given him an incredulous look and Danny hadn’t given him time to ask for an explanation, “and his kids can be just as rude. Like that flying monkey one.” Tim choked on air and Danny politely waited for him to calm down. “Kids? Wait - flying monkey one? Which one -?”

“The one always doing back flips with the blue bird symbol. He’s also a dick that gives hypocritical lectures about fighting.” Danny wouldn’t say he hated the guy but he wasn’t sure how many more lectures he could endure before going ghost and fighting him.

Tim had turned to Danny completely and was watching him with a look of disbelief, “you mean Nightwing?”

“Is that his name? Imma call him Dickwing.”

Tim had started choking again, this time Danny patted his back hoping to help. Yet it was all for not once he kept talking, “I think I’ve only had positive interactions with the one who looks like a walking red flag.”

“Red flag? Do you men hood-?”

“No, although he is definitely a red flag, I mean the other Red one. I’m sorry, I don’t know all these peoples names yet.”

“Danny!” Mia called.

Danny stood and patted Tim, who looked a little shell-shocked, on the shoulder. “Well work calls, see you later Mr. Drake-Wayne.” As he walked away he heard Tim mutter “it’s just Tim.”

(Tim for his part, placed his head in his hands and thought, well at least I have his name now.)

After that first interaction Tim stopped playing the lurker and started to actually talk to Danny and vise versa. Danny never asked if he still had a crush on him, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

Unfortunately, their growing friendship had only encoraged Mia as she happily sang “your boyfriend’s here!”

Danny, very maturely, did not stick his tongue out at her. He did however flip her off under the counter like an adult.

[celuere]

overtime

pairing: Zani x fem!reader

content: there has been an error inside the vault just right before the end of your shift, leaving you no choice but to add some extra hours to your work schedule. 

cw: zani has a dick here because i said so, gentleman zani ngh…., acts of service, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, she really wants that fucking cookie (you), written before 2.3

No, this couldn’t wait until her release. also this is like over 3.5k words uhmmm yes this will have a pt 2

„Have you found anything yet?“

„Not a single thing. The security footage also shows no signs of any intruders.“, a gloved hand guided the mouse over the desk to let the video play once again before your eyes, showing the main hall right before the incident, yet no signs of any abnormalities, even after going through the whole facility thrice. 10pm and you were stuck in the Echo Depository of the Vault Underground because the motion detectors went off right before the end of your shift. And of all of your coworkers you ended up getting assigned with Zani to the case. 

Normally you wouldn’t mind, but when you happened to be as attracted to someone as Zani… things became difficult. Unlike you, she didn’t frequent the underground of the Vault often, working more closely together with the Montelli Family in Ragunna City but today was an exception. Carlotta assigned her with the task to retrieve an ancient amulet from the artwork depository after a client expressed his interest in the golden accessory, which was already resting on a nearby table, ready to travel all the way to the city. And if Zani was known for one thing it was getting the job done on time. She clocks in precisely at 8am every morning and clocks out at exactly 6pm. Not earlier. Not later. So needless to say that she wasn’t in the best of moods during the last four hours. 

„This is getting us nowhere, the footage is clear. We spent two hours combing through the depository with no signs of any intruders or malfunctioning echos. Not even a single thing is missing.“, the chair scratched over the neatly polished floor when she shoves herself back from the desk, „I’m checking out the room again. Would you like to come with me or continue staring at the security footage?“, her hand came up to fix the position of her tie, pulling with her index at the knot on her neck as an almost exasperated sigh leaves through her teeth.

„I guess that might be the better option instead of further hurting my eyes in front of the screen…“, you followed her footsteps out the security office, close behind if not directly next to her. You may have the needed clearance for this part of the Underground, but staying far away from the freely roaming echoes here was always the wiser choice.

Zani hated working overtime.

But it was halfway endurable with the cute Vault Secretary she can never quite stop staring at. And the fact she has an almost unhealthy obsession with pencil skirts. Especially your pencil skirts. Every single time she needs something from the secret Underground System, it is always you greeting her with a smile at the entrance. A pencil stuck behind your ear, a beautiful blouse stuffed into the skirt she loves so dearly. And it’s always a different outfit combination, too. She never once saw you wearing the same outfit over and over again. Yet, one thing she noticed which remained the same was your heels. The almost murderous stilettos with an equally black bottom brought you closer to her height than you actually were. Right now you were reaching her chin. You’d probably barely meet her shoulder without them. 

„There seems to have a fight broken out at the end of the hallway between some echoes… let‘s take the stairs instead.“, a hand was placed on your lower back, guiding you over to the steps. Now, you might love your shoes, but walking down the stairs with them? A perfect recipe for an ankle injury. It‘s not your everyday task to play nightwatch after all. 

„Are you sure we can’t just walk past them…?“, Zani already took the first steps down in her own heels, effortlessly, when she looked back at you over her shoulder. 

„I‘d have no problems getting past them, but I have a beautiful lady to protect after all.“, she reached her gloved hand out to you, a smile playing around her lips as her compliment forces the heat to flush right into your face (and somewhere else), „I‘ll carry you down, if necessary.“

Sadly, there was no need for that. But you still grabbed onto her hand like your life depended on it while she carefully guided you down the staircase and even though you are already walking down the hallway to the room of the incident, none of you dared to break off the physical contact yet. 

„Don‘t you want to get home soon…?“, you blew a lost hair strand out of your face.

„Of course I do, but Lady Carlotta promised me a good compensation for this incident so I will fulfill my duty as usual. And working overtime is not so bad when you…“, red eyes travelled down over your figure, seemingly devouring you, taking in the curve of your hips before finding your face once again, „…have such a lovely woman keeping you company.“, and maybe it was your tired feet, maybe you’re just exhausted but that last sentence surely turned your legs into jelly. You always thought her compliments were just part of her character, that Zani was just a charming person over all, but that seemed to not be the case here. And this thought alone forced your heart rate to increase as if somebody just turned on the motor. „Miss Zani, you truly flatter me, yet I must-”, with one harsh tug by your hand you were yanked behind a nearby pillar with the Montelli Employee pressing you into the cold stone while gently clasping a hand over your mouth to keep the yelp from drawing any attention towards you. 

„Shhh…“, she put her index finger over her lips, gesturing you to keep quiet as her figure loomed over you, the soft scent of a neutral soap and an expensive perfume filling your nostrils when you heard it. Heavy stomps that carried down the hallway you were walking up mere seconds ago. Should you be scared about a possible echo attack? Yes. Should Zani‘s alertness concern you? Also yes. Couldn’t you stop staring up at her beautiful face, white strands of hair, falling into her vision, the cold lights surrounding you bouncing off of her head like an ethereal halo? Fuck yes. The loud thumping of your heart inside your ears caused you to overhear the hefty steps fading into the distance, you only noticed once Zani put some distance back between the two of you, fixing the position of her red tie, „My apologies for the sudden reaction. Are you hurt? The last thing I wanted to happen was running into a Hurriclaw with you by my side…“, her body tilted slightly to the right to ensure the bear-like echo doesn’t randomly decide to head back, „let‘s speed up a little. I don’t want you standing around in the open like this any longer…“, and she was already taking your hand back into hers to continue walking before you could answer. 

„I-I’m not hurt, don‘t worry about me… I‘m rather impressed by how fast you reacted… I didn’t even notice it?“, an all too familiar pain seeped back into your ankles at the sight of another large staircase, but this time you didn’t have the chance to complain with how fast you were swiped off of your feet by your waist and the back of your knees. 

„G-Goodness- Miss Zani- I-I appreciate your efforts but you really don’t have to trouble yourself l-like that for me-!“

Don’t look at her tits. Don’t look at her tits.

„Trouble? Helping out a beautiful lady in need is anything but trouble for me“, she flashed you a small wink as she almost elegantly carried you down the stairs, her grip on you tight but not hurtful. The thoughts in your head were too loud to form a coherent sentence. What was she thinking, carrying you around like a damsel in distress? Beautiful lady? Does she want you to mount her right this instant?

She set you back down with only the most gentlest of movements, a large oak door spreading before you, „now, let’s go through this cursed room for the last time…“, when you followed her you were only met with the same unchanged room. A few echos for showcase were placed into each corner, seemingly sleeping. To your right was a satin sofa placed against the wall, facing the main decoration of this particular place, a holy script that belonged to the Order themselves. For reason unknown, the horned woman only mildly expressed her strong distaste for Rinascita‘s religious belief. If you‘d have to take a guess, it probably was connected to her almost devil-like appearance. Two perfectly curled black horns, shimmering in the chandelier light just as her tail trailed from side to side, even if she was standing still… you wondered if you could touch it… what kind of reaction you‘d get out of her. Your hand barely twitched at your side before you ripped your eyes off of her to search around for any clues yourself, the faster you were done here, the better.

Besides the occasional clacking of heels and the clock ticking away on the wall- your effort bore no fruits. And your feet felt like they were about to fall off by the time you allowed yourself to flop down on the nearby sofa to give yourself a moments rest. 

 „By the Imperator… this is starting to get exhausting.“, by leaning your head back into your neck, you didn’t notice Zani kneeling down in front of you before you felt a gentle pair of hands lifting up your foot to slide your stilettos off of your pained limbs, the immediate relief rewarding you with a rush of energy through your spine. The other shoe following mere moments after. It was only when you opened your eyes back up that you noticed a pair of black, beautifully curved horns sitting between your legs.

Right, you weren‘t alone. 

„What… W-What are you doing…?“, you sucked your lower lip in between your front teeth at the sight of her kneeling before you. Like a servant waiting for her next task. „I‘m just doing my job, Miss [Name].“, a look of reassurance spread over her facial features. If she only knew how badly your heart was hurting at this very moment. How the air between you sizzled with raw desire for one another. At least that was your perception of things. You could only hope she knew what she was doing to you. To your body. 

„I-I don’t think taking care of me i-is part of your jo- ooooooh… m-my god…“, your body shivered in an almost sexual relief when she brought her thumb down onto your heel, rubbing firm circles over the skin that’s still covered by an equally colored tights. This felt like the Sentinel itself bringing you their holy message from far above. What kind of luxury is that? „It very much is. I can’t drag a pretty thing like you from a to z for hours on end and not at least relieve her a little bit.“

„Hah… y-you are doing too much- r-really…“, finally, you decided to lean your head back against the cushions as you bathed in her attention. „Mh… seems like we have different opinions regarding that topic. Excuse me for my following words, but you don’t happen to be attracted to me, right?

You blatantly stared down at her, the space between you suddenly growing overly heavy and hot shame sent all your blood up north into your face. To claim that you weren’t fantasizing about the Montelli Employee was a blatant lie, too often you sneaked your hand into your panties at the thought of her. How she greeted you the day prior, a charming smile accompanied by her equally attractive accent when she leaned against the counter you were always seated at. Horns glistening in the light of the crystalline chandelier hanging above your heads. Would she mind you touching them? Asking her about their origin? Too many questions that longed for answers.

Yet, she just asked you one. It would only be fair to answer truthfully, right?

„Miss Zani… I… I-I actually think you are very… very attractive…“, one would think you couldn’t get any redder in the face, but you did. Shamefully so. But mockery was far below her. In fact, it pretty much satisfied her, knowing she wasn’t interpreting too much into your encounters- how you handled her- spoken with her- eyes full of curiosity at the black accessories on her head. Not many people looked at her like that. If anything, she was mostly frowned upon for her demonic appearance. Her relationship with the Order only contributing further to a strained social image, but Zani grew accustomed to it throughout her life. Nowadays she couldn’t care less about what the people where whispering behind her back, let them talk. She‘s got a stable job, an oddly simple routine and an even simpler life. That‘s all what really matters to her. She never cared for stranger‘s opinions until she walked into the Vault Underground for the first time to see you seated at the reception. Going through a set of family heirlooms sent in for further storage, nibbling at the end of your pencil as you didn’t notice her approach and almost dropped the delicate porcelain figure when the first greeting between you both fell.

Zani would be lying if she claimed to have never made up any stories as an excuse to take the secret elevator down south. Now imagine her luck today when you entered the security office earlier, your lungs burning and your beautiful hair tussled beyond recognition from making a run for your life after encountering a bunch of hostile Diggy Duggies.

And now she was kneeling before you. A place where she always wanted to be. 

„My, you truly think so…? Aren’t you scared I’ll…“, hands working up the fabric of the pencil skirt she loved so dearly when her voice was laced with nothing but carnal desire, seemingly burning her from within, her dick aching from the imprisonment of her pants, „whisk such a beautiful thing such as yourself away…? Who knows what I’d with you…“, you immediately noticed to what she was referring to. Her appearance.

„If the devil wished to have me, then I’ll gladly consider myself a sinner.“, dangerous. A very dangerous game you were playing here with her. There might be cameras placed at every corner of the room you were currently in, but she‘s done far worse than fuck the adorable secretary in a high-clearance mission. On a sofa that probably costs ten times her salary.

Her next words came out almost strained, as if she were to contain something, „the devil wishes for far worse things, butterfly.“, in truth she was just caught off-guard by your drenched slip. The fabric already soaked of your arousal that it was sticking to your lips, almost translucent enough to notice your hole fluttering every now and then at the almost painful feeling of being empty. 

You were feeling quite fertile now to be serious with your pussy halfway exposed to her, but that didn’t stop you from pulling the wet cloth to the side, presenting your slick folds in all their glory to her. Something in the air shifted at your move, something you will maybe regret later on because with no warning- no explanation- she was all over you. Tongue dragging over your lower lips, savoring even the slightest bit of those sweet juices of yours that caused the resonator to believe that she was about to experience her second awakening. Maybe she will start frequenting church more often. Maybe the both of you did because eating the living daylights out of your coworker- with cameras pointed at you? Not even Primus Fenrico will be able to cleanse you of your sins. And not even the Sentinel will be able to remove her tongue from inside of you. She didn’t take you for the dirty kind. To fist her hair to further press her into your warmth as your hips treated her like a personal toy to grind themselves against. Sex was by no means a strange occasion for you but this? This was new. Nobody ever had you crying out for forgiveness and what not in the first thirty seconds, tears clumping your lashes as your hand almost instinctively traveled from the back of her head over to her left horn, wrapping your fingers around the body part that was unsurprisingly hard to the touch and yet-

A groan so ecstatic was swallowed up by your moist flesh as gloved fingers dug themselves into your thighs.

They were sensitive.

Amidst the fog of arousal clouding your mind you couldn’t help but give it a few experimental rubs over the surface with your thumb, only earning you more and more desperate sounds.

My fucking god, you will killing her. As if your taste wasn’t enough, she now had to withstand the torture of you rubbing her in the worst place possible. Her cock wanted to fucking burst through her pants by now, a new pair of underwear was also badly needed. Zani was always the master of her desires and impulses, but now? You had her by the throat, dick or whatever you wanted it to be. Her place was right here, face pressed into your cunt and her treating it like the last supper, sloppy munching sounds echoing throughout the room as she licked, nibbled, sucked and slurped on you for you all you were worth. But it wasn’t enough. Right before your high she let go of you with a nasty plop while working her way back up on her feet, the evidence of your pleasure running down her chin, the sudden withdrawal causing you to whine and squirm slightly underneath her.

„Z-Zani- Zani, that wasn’t fair-”, your voice came out shaky as you tried even out the lack of oxygen in your lungs, chest rising and falling in a rapid rhythm- she had you stressed for good.

„What an insatiable minx you are… My apologies I… hah… I-I just couldn’t wait any longer…“, two hands worked effortlessly on opening up the belt around her pants and working the layers of clothing just low enough for her leaking dick to spring free.

May Imperator protect you.

You weren’t the most religious person but you sure as hell were now when you stared at a rocking seven inches fat dick, pearly drops leaking from the slit on her cockhead, nearly trimmed white hairs adorning the base before fading into a happy trail underneath her shirt. 

You will make that fit.

„What…? No words left for me…?“

„I-I‘m going to die if you don’t put that in r-right now… Z-Zani please-”, a whine accompanied the last two words, undermining your desperation for her and the woman might just shoot a load by your pleading alone. She bent over in an instant until the tip was touching your greedy hole, feeling it flutter and clench against her as if in an attempt to swallow her up all on your own. The plush of the sofa sunk down further as Zani supported herself on her knee and strong hands grabbing your hip like you were hers to take, hers to fuck.

„Please, hm…?“, despite all her senses screaming at her to fuck your cunt sore, she added herself into you as if it were your first time. Your answer was nothing more than a breathy whisper, „P-Please, please, please… f-fuck me…“.

When you started your sentence your hand was resting on the satin of the furniture you were placed on. When you finished it was buried in her hair. You fit so perfectly around her. Like you were made for her and her only. Gripping her so tightly upon entrance. Sucking her in as if you never wanted her to leave. And she set off with a pace that made you question her humanity once more, one that had the sofa slide backwards until it hit the wall. Tears were blurring your vision now, making it hard to notice how Zani was fighting every urge in her body to start marking you up but that would be incredibly unbecoming for your work. Sadly. She doesn’t even know what to with herself in the first place. You were so warm and welcoming around her, balls slapping against your ass each time she plowed back into you, the creamy evidence of your shared excitement for each other pushed out between your cunt her shaft with even filthier squelching sounds.

This felt even better than a paid day off. By miles. The tip of her cock kissing your cervix each time she buries herself back into you with a sharp hiss had you moaning all over the place, shameless and greedy little thing you are. But it still wasn’t enough when your blouse was carelessly ripped open to expose the lacy bra covering up your nights, a few buttons popping off the seams as Zani immediately hooked her finger underneath the almost translucent layer to expose your beautiful breasts only for her to connect your nipple with her lips and if you weren’t beyond any coherent thoughts already- you were now. Sentinel forbid someone ever bears witness to the secretary getting split open on her coworkers cock as if it were just another Tuesday. 

You just had to delete the camera footage of your little selfmade porn later on- if you were still functional enough.

[emmcfrxst]

I’m wondering how Laura would react if reader and OldMan!Logan got into a fight? Maybe they tried to keep it away from her but unfortunately the girls too much like her father and ends up hearing most of it.

Ugh and imagine if she saw Logan storming off not realizing that he left you in tears…

(I’m feeling extremely angsty tonight.)

TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH, TRAUMA, ILLNESS, UNHEALTHY COPING MECHANISMS, SUICIDAL IDEATIONS & GOD (I guess????) Set before Logan gets, as nonnie put it, chest-fucked, so during the period of time everyone’s trying to escape the fucking Reavers while figuring shit out. It got too long so it’s under the cut

You don’t argue that often with Logan— your relationship is solid and although communication was rocky at first, he’s made significant progress and is able to hold a serious conversation without immediately jumping back into his defense mechanisms (misguided anger, deflection and ultimately fleeing were his initial reactions when you tried establishing proper communication about feelings in the beginning). His progress, however, is rendered completely useless when the conversation is about his rapidly declining health; he’s immediately on the defensive, body going rigid and eyes going dark, jaw clenched so hard you’re afraid he might shatter it— he hates thinking about his newfound mortality, not necessarily because he’s afraid of death (it’s actually quite the opposite, he seeks death in a way, longing for the pain and the nightmares to just stop once and for all) but because he knows that dying means leaving you on your own and that’s something he can’t bear to think about— the guilt he feels at the thought of leaving you is immeasurable; it overwhelms him entirely because he knows that losing him would break you and it makes him feel physically ill to think about the consequences. So in true Logan fashion, he blows you off whenever you bring up your concerns, stating that he’s fine, and the anger he feels at himself and his body for failing him ends up being taken out on you through biting words he regrets as soon as they slip from his tongue.

“I’m the one who’s fuckin’ dying, for Christ’s sake, quit your fuckin’ yapping.” It’s a phrase he regrets uttering for multiple reasons: he hates being rude to you in any way, shape or form because you’re the last person who deserves to be subjected to his emotional constipation— you’ve taken all of his broken parts into your hands and pieced them back together with your unconditional love and unwavering patience, you’ve made him feel loved, you’ve made him feel alive, and most importantly, you’ve shown him that he doesn’t have to feel guilty or bitter about his existence. You’ve done so much for him throughout the years and he fucking hates himself for letting his emotions get the better of him like that. The other thing that bothers him deeply about his reaction is the verbal acknowledgment of his condition; it’s something that he somehow believes can be ignored, as if denying it could make it any less real. Acknowledging that he’s dying makes bile rise up his throat— it’s a bitter feeling, really, because he used to wish for death everyday before he met you, heart and mind torn to shreds from years of horrific abuse and unwavering violence; he even prayed to whatever God was out there, despite not being a believer, to just let him go, to free him of the chains of trauma that bound his psyche. His prayers were left unanswered, Logan only accumulating more trauma as the years went by— he can’t count how many times he’s cursed God for making him go through what he’s gone through, needing someone to blame and wishing for a way to end it all. Ironically, Logan’s immortality only seems to waver once he starts treasuring life; it feels like a stab in the back, a cruel joke orchestrated by God who finally decided to answer his prayers now that he wishes he could take them back. The feeling of betrayal only seems to further fuel Logan’s anger towards his illness, which, combined with the guilt he feels at the thought of leaving you alone, causes him to act out whenever you bring up the subject. You take offense in the words thrown at you, hurt by the reminder of his impending death and the way he navigates it, arguing back that you do this because you care about him, for fuck’s sake. Unfortunately, that only seems to make things worse, upsetting Logan further and bringing back years’ worth of feeling unworthy of your affections.

“That’s your fuckin’ problem bub. I told ya you shouldn’t waste your time with a man like me.” he physically winces as he utters those words, wishing he could unsee the way it makes your entire face crumble with despair— it’s a slap in the face, really, to be brought back to square one and have him reject you in this way. Logan flees before either of you can say anything else, slamming the front door behind him and walking in no particular direction until he feels like he can finally breathe again, leaving you in tears at home. Laura, although playing in her makeshift room at the time, hears the whole exchange as clear as day due to her enhanced senses, her fists clenching with rage when her ears pick up the sound of your stifled sobs. You feel her before you even hear her, your body tensing as a pair of small, skinny arms wrap around your middle, a head resting along your spine. After the initial alarm of feeling someone touching you, you can’t help but let out a watery laugh at just how easy it seemed for her to surprise you, turning around in Laura’s arms so you can look down at her. A frown is etched onto her features, lips puckered into an angry pout as she hugs you tighter, insulting Logan in spanish under her breath. It makes you laugh again, this time softly, your hand smoothing out her hair as you sniffle.

“I’m okay, Laura. I’m okay.” she glares up at you, unconvinced, giving you another squeeze and reluctantly allowing her features to relax when you gently run a fingertip across the furrow of her brows— despite not being together for long, you find that you’re able to soothe Laura quite easily; there is a connection between the two of you like you’ve never felt before, a bond that you feel like you were always destined to have. Your heart warms at the obvious way the child seems to care for you, wanting nothing more than to make all of her worries disappear.

“He made you cry.” her voice is so quiet that you almost miss it, a soft, indignant noise leaving her at the sight of your tear-stained cheeks. You sniffle again, free hand moving up to wipe at your eyes, the other caressing her hair lovingly.

“I know.” you don’t say that it’s okay because it’s not— Logan crossed a line that you thought had been worn down ages ago, and you’ll be damned before you ever teach Laura that hurtful words can be brushed aside so easily without an apology. It’s for her as much as for you; you’re aware that you deserve respect even when Logan is upset, and you’re not about to stomp down on your self-worth to coddle him when he’s done something wrong. He’ll apologize, you’re sure of it, but until that happens, you’re not going to pretend that his reaction was acceptable. It’s something you categorically refuse to do, and it’s one of the many reasons Logan fell in love with you in the first place. You know your worth.

“I’ll be okay soon.” you tell her honestly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to the top of her head. She studies you for a moment longer before nodding her head, allowing you to lead her onto the couch where she curls up next to you.

You’re asleep by the time Logan starts walking back towards the house but Laura hears the crunching of sand and gravel under his shoes, quietly untangling herself from you and moving to the side of the door, frown back on her features. Logan barely has the time to pass the threshold before she’s on him, jumping onto his back like a feral animal and punching his shoulders repeatedly, growling when he grabs her and holds her still, visibly confused and irritated by her behavior.

“Don’t even think about it.” he warns her when she makes to bite the hand that holds her down, frowning down at her just as hard she does up to him. She struggles in his hold, trying to hit him again, making him grunt in pain.

“You made her cry, coño.” the words make Logan freeze in his tracks, eyes falling on your sleeping form on the couch, noting the way your eyes look reddened and the tear tracks on your cheeks. Nausea immediately strikes him like lightning, the expression on his face seeming to satisfy Laura as she stops struggling, frown still evident on her face. She sits up and watches silently once he lets her go, staying nearby to see the situation unfold.

You awake to a calloused hand gently running over the plane of your cheekbone, eyes opening to meet Logan’s remorseful ones. He’s sitting on the ground next to the couch, looming over you in a way that makes you feel safe like no one else ever could.

“Hey.” his voice is hoarse but soft, thumb swiping back and forth over your skin in a silent act of comfort. It makes you smile despite your grogginess, and you feel more than you hear Logan releasing a soft, relieved inhale through his nose.

“Hey.” you answer him just as softly, leaning into his touch and closing your eyes again, content to feel him again.

“I’m sorry.” the words sound heavy coming out of his mouth, a grim expression taking over his features as he wipes off the remnants of your earlier tears.

“I know.” you reply simply, turning your head to press a gentle kiss against the roughened palm of his hand. It makes him exhale shakily, shoulders squaring as he prepares himself for the discomfort of the following words.

“Didn’t mean to snap at you, baby. I just… I feel helpless, I guess, and it fuckin’ pisses me off. Never had to worry about dying and leaving you alone before.” he says the words slowly, trying to make the last sentence sound like a joke, tone falling flat. You can tell he’s uncomfortable with the discussion but he pushes through, causing you to feel a rush of sympathy— he’s trying, you know he’s trying, and that means something to you.

“I know. I feel helpless, too. But you have to remember that you’re not alone. Not anymore. And I’m not going anywhere. No matter what happens, it’s you and me until the end.” he laughs wetly at your words, nodding his head and swallowing thickly before speaking again.

“I know.” this time it’s his turn to provide reassurance, the two little words more than enough for the both of you. The feeling of his warm lips connecting with your forehead makes your eyes flutter shut, hand coming up to lay over the one he’s curled around the back of your neck.

“Kid’s kicked my ass for making you cry.” he mumbles against your skin, the amusement in his voice clear. It makes you snort in surprise, unaware that Laura had intervened before you woke up.

“Did she? Well, you kinda deserved it.” your answer is playful, tone devoid of its previous heaviness, your eyes meeting Laura’s over Logan’s shoulder for a brief moment before focusing on your lover once again.

“That I did.” he agrees simply, a soft, tender, apologetic smile on his face. You lean further into him when he kisses your nose, heart feeling lighter than it had in a while.

You were going to be okay.

[iixch]

☆ iixch production

from boyfriend- to baby daddy- to husband pt.1

synopsis: You and Gojo have long been separated, but your son keeps you two in each others lives. You’ve found a new man. Your son isn’t pleased and Gojo is determined to remind you what your missing

warming: cursing

A beautiful little boy named Hiroto was the result of your relationship with Satoru Gojo. Though after three years, you grew apart, the stress became too much, Satoru was hardly ever at home and devoted himself entirely to his work, you couldn't take it anymore and broke up.

Nevertheless, he still transferred the money for his son to you every month and picked him up on most weekends or holidays.

Snow was melting on his jacket when he knocked on your door. Unannounced. Saturo had been given the day off and spontaneously wanted to pick up Hiroto, who was now sixteen.

But the sound of arguing and back and forth yelling made him alert. It seems it wasn't so pointless to make a spare key to your door (unknowingly to your knowledge). Unlocking the door, he followed the noises towards the living room, but when he saw your current boyfriend- well more accurately Fiancé, in a screaming match with you.

Seeing Saturo seemed to enrage the man all the more. "Fuck you! Both of you," the Fiancé suddenly spat, his fist slamming into the wall just inches from your head, making you flinch.

As the man attempts to storm out of your house Gojo grabs him by the shoulder, “Don’t ever yell like that in her damn house again.” Before letting him go and locking the door behind him. His blues eyes now turned to you, “Hey, everything alright sweetheart?”

“We’re fine, Saturo… just a disagreement.” You say sighing and rubbing your face as you take a deep breath. “I didn’t know you were coming.”

“It was a last minute decision, came to see my favorite son and baby mama,” He says with a grin, focused entirely on you.

“You should’ve text me before hand, he’s not here, he at a friend’s house.” You tell him apologetically.

“Bummer, but that means we can catch up,” He says as he watches you sit down on the sofa. “Like first of all, why’s that jackass yelling at you in your home?”

You groan at the mention of the previous argument. “Hiroto and him don’t get along, and I told him that I would ask for my son’s blessing before officially agreeing to marry him.”

“And why in the world would you wanna marry him? You already had me baby. Doesn’t get better than that.” He says sitting on the couch next to you, extending his arms over the couch.

“Apparently not,” You mumble sarcastically to yourself as you twist the engagement ring in your finger.

When you and Saturo first met you two were young, and stupid, and that’s when you two first became entangled. A couple years later you to find each other again and it’s a real relationship. Until you ended it. Not fighting for you has single handedly been Gojo’s biggest regret, and everyday that he’s seen you since has been him trying to make up for his shortcomings during your relationship.

“Y/n you know you deserve better than him,” He tells you scoffing. “I especially don’t like how he acts with our kid around.” It came from both a place of paternal worry, and selfish jealousy.

“Someone better? Someone like you, huh, Gojo?” Now it’s your turn to scoff and roll your eyes.

“Baby, we have a kid together, you can’t be so formal as to call me by my last name.” ‘Should have been our last name….’ he thinks. “Can you at least set your ego aside for a second to admit you’re miserable with him, without me?”

“You are one to lecture me about ego, Gojo,” You glared at him. “You’re the biggest hypocrite I know.”

Saturo huffs at the level of formality you’re forcing. “Hypocrisy doesn’t mean I’m wrong, baby.”

“Stop calling me that. I’m not your baby anymore.”

“And that’s the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.” He says suddenly very vulnerable.

You shake your head. You didn’t have the emotional energy to unload that comment and enter into the topic of discussion at this moment in time.

But Saturo was.

“Y/n, I know I took you for granted��� but my greatest triumph was thanks to you, our son. And despite what you say about me, I know you still feel something.”

You looked at him with a brow raised and an unwavering expression.

“God, Y/n, just break up with that pathetic ass of a man! Please? You don’t even have to admit I was right, just do it-”

You’re astonished by his audacity, “You think you can just waltz into my house and tell me to end my engagement because- what? We have a kid together?”

You’re flabbergasted when the asshole actually nods. You force yourself to stand, physically and metaphorically looking down on him as he’s still seated on your couch. “You want me to admit feelings? Okay, I wanted us to work, and you had your chance- that time is up. I don’t care if you approve of my Fiancé or not, I get to make that choice, Gojo.”

Suddenly your Saturo hands are on your hips and in a quick forceful tug, he brings you down to sit on his lap. “I’m Saturo to you Y/n L/n.”

Your taken back but in quick recovery shake off your surprised expression. “Very mature, Gojo.”

His grip suddenly tightens and he urges your hips forward, forcing you to scoot in close to him. “You doing this on purpose, sweetheart? You know the name. You’ve said it many times before. Scenarios similar to this one…”

You shove his shoulders, though you feel warm on your face from memories past. You would never admit it to him, but Saturo has been the bed lays you’ve ever had.

“You don’t have to get back with me…” He says a hand slips under your shirt, and his freezing hand runs itself up your warm skin, he chuckles when you shriek back. “You just have to leave him.”

“You need to leave.” You retort.

“Come onnn baby, you don’t mean that.”

“Saturo, it’s going to take more than just- one good act, from you and a bad one from him.” You tell him standing up and off his lap. “Do better.”

Saturo Gojo was barely ever shook, he barely cared w people had to say about him, much less to him. But when it came to you? He cared. You were telling him to be better? The one thing he cared the most was proving himself, and he was ready to prove himself to you. And fuck anyone who thinks he’s not getting you back.

[slut4sugu]

“𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑, 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄” — jinx x black!femreader

including + genre: meet cute, jinx being a nervous mess, black!fem reader, lest mention ( I love her sm she’s so pretty omg.), wlw content, fluff, cutesy shit

jinx & isha hcs

BEFORE DATING

YOU HEARD STORIES OF JINX; about how she’s caused mast hysteria in piltover and her gadgets wreaking havoc but you never expected to soon find out she was the one who saved you from some douche at 4 in the morning in an alleyway. The sound of a gunshot echoed in the night as the guy who had once backed you into a corner now lay clutching his side on the ground. “Wasting time on assholes like you really makes my day.” You heard a voice say, the smell of gunpowder and spray paint waft in the air as you lean off from against the wall to see the person who saved you. Though once you’re properly standing on your two feet you come to see that no one is there. “Thanks..whoever that was.” You said in the silence of the night, before leaving the cold alleyway however you turned to kick the grisly man in the stomach. “Count yourself thankful that bullet is all you got.” As you walked away from the bar you became more wary of your surroundings, stealing a switch blade off of the guy who iPhoto on you as good measure. Though you couldn’t shake the feeling of someone watching you as you made your way back home.

Even in your everyday errands in piltover you felt as though you had a shadow, or something lurking behind your every step. Even after getting visiting your friend lest you felt as though someone was stalking your every move. Growing tired of this you decided enough was enough, going into a rundown boutique and sighing. “Alright whoever you are get your ass out here, I’m not one for stalking if you have a crush be normal and come out with it.” You stated, pulling out a dagger from its place on your thigh. The shop stood silent for a few minutes before someone seemingly jumped down from the attic, causing you to presume a fighting stance “Woah woah there girly, look I wasn’t trying to stalk you,” A voice of a girl said, putting her hands up defensively as she walked towards you. Blue braids cascading down her back as she walked “-it’s just ever since I saw you in the alley you’ve kinda been.. conveniently in the same area as me!” She awkwardly laughed. “Look I don’t- wait a second are you?” Your eyes squinted as you finally took a good look at the girl infront of you. Lean build, tattoos, long blue hair..oh shit it’s her. “Yep, it’s me jinx. Kinda got a reputation out there huh?”

You relaxed your stance, still holding your dagger, trying to get a read on why she of all people would want to stalk you. Glancing at the gun on her side you wondered if she was attempting to kidnap your and take you for one of her kooky experiments. But then your mind stopped, wait the alley? “You were the one who shot that jerk in the alley? You asked cautiously, lowering your dagger as she started to talk. “Mhm, though honestly I kinda owe that douche. Shooting assholes is fun n all but it’s not everyday I get to come across someone like you.” She admitted softly, lowering her arms as her eyes looked you over before landing on yours. You suddenly felt slightly uncomfortable under her gaze, as if the atmosphere had shifted. It wasn’t just the blue-haired mischief-maker standing before you; it was the weight of her words—the recognition that she didn’t just stumble upon you, but seemed to have taken a genuine interest.

“Why me?” The question slipped out before you had time to reconsider. You knew who Jinx was, a chaotic presence that thrived on disorder and mayhem—yet here she was, confessing to a crush or admiration; it felt strangely out of character. “Honestly? Because you don’t even flinch,” Jinx replied, grinning. “The last guy I shot was too busy crying to notice me!” Her laughter was contagious, a bright peal that echoed off the dilapidated walls of the boutique.

You broke into a reluctant smile, surprised at how easily the tension dissipated. “I guess that’s one way to put it. Most people would be running for their lives.” “Yeah, but who wants to be normal?” she shrugged, leaning against the wall with arms crossed, her demeanor shifting from defensive to casual as if the intensity of the moment had evaporated. “Being normal is fine and all, but where’s the fun in that?” Your heart raced with curiosity as you looked deeper into her vibrant, electric blue eyes. She was infamous in Piltover for her chaotic nature, but there was something intriguing about her—something that pulled at the threads of your own hidden desires for adventure.

“Okay, so if you’re not stalking me, then what do you want?” you asked, your dagger now resting lightly at your side. “Are you like a fan or something?”Jinx rolled her eyes dramatically, a playful smirk dancing on her lips. “Pfft, please! I'm not some lovesick puppy! It’s more like… I saw someone who doesn’t seem to be afraid of stepping into a bit of chaos and thought, ‘Hey, she seem like fun!’ Ever thought about living a bit more on the edge?”

Your mind flickered with possibilities and memories of the average life you had settled into. “On the edge? In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m not like you. I prefer to keep my distance from trouble.” You stated, brushing a curl from your eyes as you sheathed your dagger. “Distance is boring!” Jinx retorted, rocking on her heels, “Imagine the thrill, the adrenaline, I could show you a whole lot more than just average piltover.” She said in a sing song voice, her eyes never leaving yours as she began to close the distance between you two, though still staying a respectable amount of space away. “Alright,” you found yourself saying, “What do you have in mind?” Jinx’s eyes sparkled with mischief, a grin tugging at the corners of her lips.

AS FRIENDS

roaming around at night in piltover became a thing between you two, no matter what time of the night

sleepovers at your place/ or hers would be chaotic but calming. Jinx’s random but caring nature was refreshing, though getting used to the height her lil hideout was an adjustment.

braiding her jinx’s for her was something you always loved to do when she came over in the middle of the night, however it would always lead into your bathroom becoming a hair salon becausee you had this shampoo and that conditioner and this oil. It was a lot at first but seeing you get so happy from just taking care of her was enough for jinx to stifle her nerves

loves watching you do your hair and volunteers to help braid it/style it after washing.

calls your pepper, berry, and sunshine

started to question if she had feelings for you when you dyed the ends of your hair blue and got her nails done the same color as hers

stole the same perfume you used from a store so when you weren’t around she could still have you somewhat close to her.

Made you a gun like hers with matching silver keychains.

Confessed she had feelings for you once when you were asleep (you were half awake) at her hideout, your curls slightly obscuring your eyes from her vision. Brushing them aside as you stirred, causing her heart to race as if a knife was at her throat. “Never thought I would get close to someone like this again..you did it though berry, wish I hated you for it but I actually..love you for it.” “Hmm?” “Nothing nothing! damn rooster being LOUD in the middle of the night.” “…what.”

DATING

Cheek kisses every 5 minutes + stares you down when you don’t give her one

makes you some of her gadgets in case of an emergency

random bear hugs; this girl will silently creep up on you scare the shit out of you then hug you so tight you can’t breathe

matching pink + blue couple jewelry

if you have stretch marks she’ll trace constellations on them and ask if she can give you a tattoo to wherever they’re at

hog the blankets when she’s sleeping but if she wakes up and realizes you barely have any she’ll pull you close and redistribute it back even over you <3

clingy asf, hates when you have to go to work

loves when you wear your natural hair, shrinkage n all, she loves putting little bows in your hair when your asleep.

[sebastianstangirl01]

✧˖° lifeline | rafe cameron

pairing - rafe cameron x routledge!reader

warnings - violence (jj decking rafe), language, pregnancy (audrey’s pregnant instead of sarah), almost drowning

summary - after rafe, who just so happens to be your baby daddy, offers you and your friends a boat ride to Moraco tensions rise between the untrusting group. when an intense storm hits out of no where you get swept off the front of the boat by an enormous wave and rafe has to make a decision. save the woman he loves and mother of his child or ride out the storm to find groff.

authors note - well…..i’m back! kinda. sorry for literally dropping off the face of the earth, i’ve been more activish writing wise on wattpad lately. so sorry for not writing any on here! since buzzcut rafe and just drew in general are literally daddy i knew i had to write for him! i’m sure you’ve seen this trope like a million times, but that’s because it’s such a bomb trope and never gets old! at least in my opinion! with that being said, because it’s so popular it’s inevitable that these types of fics will probably be similar but i’ll try my very best to be as original as possible!! oh, also since i hate having to write y/n as the name i’ll be using is audrey since that’s my name and who doesn’t want to imagine themselves as rafe’s girl?? but for real, feel free to imagine any name you want! i hope you enjoy!!

not proofread!!

✧˖°

when rafe showed up and convinced shoupe to let you all track down groff, you thought you were dreaming. but here you are sitting on a container of god knows what stuck on a boat with your older brother (by 9 months), best friends, and ex/baby daddy who you haven’t spoken to since you found out you were pregnant 2 weeks ago.

you paced circles around the large bathroom, chewing on the side of your finger anxiously. the timer winding down on your phone seemed to be taking a lot longer than 3 minutes and the test flipped upside down on the sink seemed to be haunting you.

it all started about a week ago. you noticed some unusual changes in your everyday routine, starting with the fact that you found yourself bending over the toilet seat every morning puking your guts up.

the thought of being pregnant didn’t even click in your mind until you realized the last time you had your period was so long ago you couldn’t even remember the exact date. panic involuntarily filled your mind when you thought about your situation.

you and rafe have been off and on for as long as you could remember. him using and smoking all the time was one of the main reasons why, he wasn’t the same when he was high and he honestly scared you. when peterkin was killed you thought there was no way you’d ever be able to look at rafe the same again.

but there’s just something about him that keeps drawing you in, he’s different around you. even more so now that he’s quit abusing drugs, he makes you feel like the only girl in the world. the issue still stands though, he treats your brother and friends like the scum of the earth and nothing you say changes his behavior.

it’s exhausting having your boyfriend and friends hate each other to the point where you can’t even bring rafe around your home without someone starting a fist fight.

that’s what caused your breakup this time, you couldn’t stand the animosity between everyone and what sealed the deal was jj starting a brawl with rafe that ended with both of them having to get stitches. you felt responsible for them getting hurt and put your own feelings aside to do what you thought was best for everyone as a whole.

you and rafe broke up. but no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t stay away. which led to your current predicament.

the timer finally went off, snapping you out of your thoughts and stopping you in your tracks. you’re heart was beating so fast you thought it would burst from your chest and land in the claw foot tub across the room. biting the bullet you grabbed the test and held it tightly in your hand, not having the heart to turn it over yet.

“hey-” rafe pushed open the bathroom door making you jump in surprise

you had thought he left for work already but here he was standing in front of you with furrowed brows as his gaze landed on the test in your hand.

“rafe.” you started but he cut you off

“what the fuck is that?” rafe snapped in shock

“i uh, i’m late.” was all you could mutter as you bit your lip nervously, recognizing the cold look on rafe’s face

“and?” rafe raised his brows waiting for your answer impatiently

“I haven’t been able to look.” you admitted and rafe huffed walking closer to you and yanking the test out of your hand

the tension in the room was suffocating as rafe flipped the test over, you were terrified as you studied his face closely looking for any sign of what the test read.

“fuck.” rafe whispered before dropping the test to the ground his hands immediately coming up to press against his forehead as he turned away from you

you slowly bent down and your hands shook as you picked the test up, flipping it over your heart dropped into your stomach.

pregnant.

tears filled your eyes and your chest filled with panic, you had truly never been more scared in your life than you were in this moment. how were you supposed to raise a baby? you only just turned 19 and your home is about to be swept out from under you by greedy kooks. and you aren’t even with the father of your baby at the moment.

“holy shit.” rafe’s voice broke you out of your thoughts and you looked over at him

he was standing with his hands squeezing the counter top harshly, the veins in his neck looked like they were about to burst.

“rafe?” you whispered

“i cant do this right now.” rafe shook his head before storming out of the room

the front door slamming downstairs startled you making you jump, then it hit you. you were pregnant and alone and the tears slid down your cheeks.

that was the last you had seen or heard from rafe. when you told your brother he was less than thrilled, it took everything for you to keep him from tracking rafe down and killing him. but john b eventually realized that you needed him to be there for you so he put his feelings aside and focused on you and his future niece or nephew.

your friends were about the same story, especially jj who has always been a loose cannon. but at the end of the day they rallied around you and you knew they would be there for you and be the best aunts and uncles to the baby.

but right about now you wished you had just gone with shoupe because you were being hit with motion sickness to the extreme and felt like you were about to throw up everywhere.

“hey, what’s up?” kie frowned kneeling down in front of you, sarah immediately following

“you ok?” sarah placed her hand on your knee

it took you a second to answer having to take a few deep breaths until the nausea subsided before you blinked down at the pair.

“just nauseous.” you held a hand to your stomach

“maybe there’s some ginger ale or something in the kitchen.” kie said and you nodded the thought of the fizzy drink sounded appealing

before she could stand to go searching for anything a hand appeared in front of your face holding a can of ginger ale. you knew that veiny hand and gold ring anywhere but still looked up and saw rafe looking at you in concern.

that was the most concern he had shown you since you found out you were pregnant.

“thanks.” you smiled softly and he just nodded before disappearing back inside

you saw the look exchanged between your two best friends but ignored it as you eagerly cracked open the can before humming in delight as you took sips of the drink.

“ok, so I think it’s time we talk about the elephant on the boat.” jj started making everyone exchange confused looks. “rafe, guys.”

“what about him?” sarah furrowed her brows

“what do you mean, what about him? do we really trust that he’s not going to screw us over? shit, i wouldn’t be surprised if he was working with those psycho mercenaries and was leading us to our deaths.” jj rambled

“come on jayge, you know none of us trust him but he did save our asses. as much as i hate to admit it.” kie reminded her boyfriend who just rolled his eyes

“and that automatically excuses everything he’s done?” jj scoffed

“hey, she’s not saying that. you know i’d love to just chuck him into the ocean but so far he hasn’t tried anything. i say we play it cool then ditch him the second we dock.” pope spoke levelheadedly and the others reluctantly nodded in agreement

“but until then, what do we do?” sarah crossed her arms over her chest and leaned into john b’s side

“you know him best, aud. can we trust him to keep his word?” john b turned to his sister who had stayed quiet for the whole conversation

“i believe he’ll keep his word.” you answered after a second and john b studied you for a moment before nodding

“ok, we’ll just stay cool for now.” john b looked between everyone who reluctantly nodded

well, that didn’t last long. one second you were moving inside the cabin to get out of the sun and the next you were kneeling on the ground cradling rafe’s unconscious form after jj sucker punched him in the face.

“what the fuck jj!” you exclaimed in shock

“what? we can’t trust him, i know he’s your baby daddy and you two have some weird relationship thing but i’m not taking any chances.” jj shrugged as he grabbed a rope

“if he didn’t do it i was going to.” pope commented

you just signed and rubbed your forehead at their stupidity and stubbornness before gently stroking rafe’s cheek that was already bruising.

“i’m surrounded by idiots.” you mumbled to yourself

john b and jj carried rafe down into a small utility room after tying his hands together, shutting and locking the door behind them.

knowing there was nothing you could say to get the group to change their minds about rafe, you and cleo got to work in the kitchen looking around for something edible that could be fixed for dinner.

“what about this?” cleo turned to you holding a box of spaghetti noodles

“i guess you can never go wrong with spaghetti.” you shrugged with a small smile

you also knew that spaghetti was a safe food for you, it was one of the only foods that didn’t make you sick at the moment.

john b and pope were out on the deck trying to catch some fish, but you knew you’d be having spaghetti for dinner regardless since you don’t like seafood. jj and kie were up in the cabin making sure the boat was on course and sarah was sunbathing since there wasn’t really much else to do. of course she had offered to help cleo cook and let you relax, but you needed a distraction right now.

while cleo started boiling water, you started working on the sauce. surprisingly the kitchen was pretty nicely stocked and you were able to find a jar of marinara sauce and a bunch of different herbs and seasonings.

humming to yourself you stirred the sauce in the pan in front of you, listening to the playful banter from your friends.

after everyone ate they all agreed that it would be safest for you to be the one to bring rafe dinner. even though both jj and pope voted on letting him starve, everyone else agreed that it wasn’t right. you were nervous to approach him one on one, unsure of what he would say or do when he saw you.

getting your nerves under control, you took a deep breath before shifting the tray of food so you could push open the door. rafe blinked up at you lazily, the image brought you back to the mornings when you woke up together.

“hey, i thought you might be hungry.” you spoke softly closing the door behind you

you stepped forward and knelt down beside him, sitting the tray of food in front of him. rafe looked down at the tray in distain before looking back up at you.

“you gonna feed it to me? or am i supposed to just shove my face in it like a fuckin animal?” rafe snapped making you flinch, which he noticed and immediately took a deep breath. “baby, untie me. please.”

“don’t call me that, rafe. not when you’ve spent the past few weeks ignoring me.” you frowned in frustration

“i’m sorry. i just don’t know what to think, this is a really big thing.” rafe mumbled pulling uncomfortably at his restraints

“i know it’s a big thing rafe, trust me. i’m the one waking up every morning at the crack of dawn to puke my guts out.” you couldn’t help but snap, your emotions from the past couple of weeks overflowing

you had been so upset since finding out you were pregnant and you hate it. you hate that your first thought about your own child was a negative one. you’ve always wanted to be a mother, it’s something you dreamed about since your next door neighbor had a baby when you were 6.

so knowing that you have felt like your baby is a burden for the first part of your pregnancy makes you feel so incredibly guilty. and it’s all because of rafe, of the way he reacted to the news by up and leaving you all alone.

you want your child to have a father, and as much as you hate to admit it you want that father to be rafe. because regardless of everything, you love him.

“look, we can talk about this ok? let’s just talk about it, but first untie me.” rafe held his hands out to you

“i can’t rafe, they don’t trust you and i can’t say i blame them. you’ve never given them a reason to.” you shook your head

“i talked shoupe out of arresting all of you, i got you on this boat.” rafe scoffed

“you also beat pope, shot sarah, strangled kie, framed john b for murder, and started how many fights with jj? not to mention how you’ve continued to terrorize them in general. why would they trust you rafe?” you shook your head moving to stand

“i’m sorry. i’m sorry, audrey. ok, i’ve been a shitty guy, a shitty brother and boyfriend. i know that, but i’m getting my shit together alright? for you, i’m getting my shit together for you and the baby.” rafe rambled and you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered at his words

especially at his mention of the baby, this being the first time you’d ever heard him acknowledge it.

“I hope you are rafe, and i’m happy for you. but you need to change for yourself too, not just me and not just our baby.” you said casting him one last look before leaving ignoring his calls from behind you

things changed so fast. one second, you were sitting next to pope trying to ignore your guilt at ignoring rafe while everyone ate and the next there was a huge clap of thunder.

the night sky was black but the swirling clouds and flashes of lightning were alarmingly clear. the ocean became harsh and unforgiving, aggressive waves slammed into the side of the boat sending it rocking back and forth wildly.

john b, accompanied by pope and jj immediately ran for the cabin to try to get control of the boat while the girls held on for dear life.

you felt a wave of fear overcome you, not just for your own life, but for the lives of everyone on the boat including the baby in your belly. of course, john b and sarah had survived sailing into a storm, but it wasn’t anywhere near as intense as the storm they are in now.

after a particularly harsh wave collided with the side of the boat, you were knocked out of your seat and hit the ground hard.

“shit!” you exclaimed trying to balance as you pushed yourself to your knees

“are you ok?” sarah grabbed your hand and pulled you to her protectively

“this isn’t good. we’re fucked, aren’t we?” you gulped holding sarah’s hand and the bottom of the table tightly

you looked around at the girls, who all had similar looks of fear on their faces, even cleo who was always calm and collected. pope rushed back down to you guys, explaining that they decided there was no way of outrunning the storm. that they just had to go through it.

sarah and kie went off to find jj and john b, not wanting to be too far from them which left you, cleo, and pope in the small sitting area to hold down the fort.

“hey! let me out! audrey! sarah!” your head suddenly snapped towards the door across the room that led to the room rafe was being kept in

you couldn’t leave him in there all alone, there was no telling how scared he was trapped in there having no idea what was going on. only being able to feel the way the boat thrashed back and forth.

pope, recognizing the look on your face after so many years of friendship immediately shook his head in protest.

“no! no, audrey you can’t let him out!” pope reached for you but you shrugged him off as you ran towards the kitchen area

“audrey! come on, girl! don’t!” cleo exclaimed

“i can’t just leave him there to die! he’s the father of my child, and i still love him. i’m sorry!” you gave them an apologetic look before grabbing a knife out of the sink and running tot he door ignoring your friends shouts from behind you

your legs shook from the effort it took to stay on your feet, the boat rocked back and forth harshly as the enormous waves tossed them around like a pinball.

you practically busted down the door and fell against the sink, somehow miraculously you managed to not stag yourself in the process. rafe was pulling on his restrains and you saw water had already leaked into the room making your eyes widen.

“baby, cut me loose.” rafe broke you out of your trance

“i got you.” you rushed over to him and cautiously began cutting the ropes

“careful!” rafe scolded when you accidentally nicked the skin on his forearm

“i’m trying! just, stay still i’ve never done this before!” you fired back

finally you were able to cut through the ropes and rafe waisted no time pulling you into his arms holding you tightly. you melted into his chest, momentarily forgetting the terror of the situation.

“thank you.” rafe sighed into your hair

“i’d never leave you.” you mumbled squeezing his waist

the two of you pulled away and looked at each other, silently promising to have a long conversation, when you weren’t battling a dangerous storm of course.

“i need to get to john b. sarah’s with him, come on!” you abruptly pulled away, now that you knew rafe was ok you had to find your brother

you ran out of the door hearing rafe curse before following behind you, calling your name. the unfortunate thing was that to get up to the cabin from your position you had to first go across the deck.

the wind was so strong it almost knocked you off your feet as you stepped onto the deck, the rain pelted down onto you mixed with the water that had been sloshed over the edge of the boat.

“john b!” you exclaimed, shielding your eyes as you tried to walk forward

“audrey!” john b yelled with wide eyes as he took in your small figure in the storm he, followed by sarah, jj, and kie rushed out onto the upper deck right outside the cabin.

just as you made a move towards them a large wave came out of no where and slammed into the side of the boat knocking you to the ground. your skin scuffed against the ground and you yelped at the feeling of a jagged piece of metal slashing your hip.

rafe had just burst onto the deck when he saw you on the ground, as he was about to run to you he heard sarah scream your name.

“audrey!” sarah screamed in horror as the lightning in the sky revealed a monster wave approaching them

you screamed, knowing there was no way you’d be able to make it to safety in time and tried your best to clutch onto something. before you knew it you felt your body being hit hard by a wall of water, sending you skidding across the ground. your hands slipped and slid as you tried to grab onto something, but it was no use as you felt yourself suddenly falling off the back of the boat.

you didn’t even have time to scream as you’re body collided with the harsh and unforgiving ocean water, your body was pulled underwater by the rough current. you had been swimming in the ocean your whole life, yet you had never experienced something quit like this before.

it felt like there were hands gripping your body trying to keep you underwater, but you fought as hard as you could. when you were finally able to break the surface you did so with a big gasp, eagerly sucking in air as you fought against the waves.

“help! rafe! john b! jj!” you screamed thrashing in the water

when rafe saw you fall overboard his heart stopped and it was like his body was in autopilot. he ran forward and grabbed the lifebuoy that was hanging on the side of the boat.

sarah locked her teary eyes on her brother, her heart pounding out of her chest at the thought of losing her best friend, and now she sees rafe holding the lifebouy and knows exactly what is going through his head.

“rafe!” sarah yelled not wanting to lose someone else

rafe didn’t hesitate, his mind already made up as he ran to the end of the boat.

“audrey! i’m coming!” rafe yelled before diving into the water

the pogues watched in terror as the two disappeared from their sight, john b dropping to his knees in agony at the potential loss of his sister. the only family he had left. while sarah was in the same position, you were her best friend and now sister in law and rafe was the only family she had left and she had just lost them both.

rafe gasped as he broke the surface, holding onto the bouy tightly he looked around frantically trying to spot you when he saw you clinging to a piece of wood.

“audrey!” rafe yelled before swimming towards you

your head snapped up when you heard rafe’s familiar voice and couldn’t help but sob in relief as you saw him swimming towards you.

“rafe!” you started swimming to meet him halfway

when you were within arms reach, rafe pulled you into his arms and held you against him and the bouy as tight as he could. you cried as you clung to him and rafe tried his best to push his fear aside for your sake.

“you came for me. you came for me.” you gasped kicking your legs to stay above the water

“i’ll always come for you. always. it’s going to be ok, baby. just don’t let go.” rafe demanded and you nodded

the storm raged around you and the boat disappeared from your sight, nothing around but the vast stretch of the ocean leaving you with nothing but fear and anxiety. but at least you had rafe, you knew he would do whatever he could to protect you and that’s what kept you going as the two of you clutched onto each other tightly and rode out the storm.

the first thing you recognized was how quiet it was around you, the next was the body laying beside you. you blinked your eyes open and coughed feeling some of the water you inhaled trickle out of your mouth. hands grabbed your face and you blinked up to see rafe’s soaked face hovering above you.

“there she is, wake up for me baby.” rafe sighed in relief as he pulled you into his arms

“are we alive?” you asked clutching onto his arm

“yeah baby, we’re alive. we’re ok.” rafe chuckled kissing your forehead

you sighed leaning against him lazily, as exhaustion filled your aching body. you have no idea how the two of you survived the storm, but you were grateful.

“you saved my life.” you looked up at rafe with teary eyes before grabbing his hand and placing it on your stomach. “you saved us both.”

rafe felt his emotions overpower him as a lone tear slid down his cheek, it was just now hitting him how much he had to lose. if he had been even a second too late he would have lost you. he would’ve lost you and the baby.

he had spent so much time being an idiot, being a terrible person when he could’ve spent that time loving you. no more, he made that vow to himself right in that moment. he made a promise to himself that he would do right by you and this baby, nothing else mattered. not money or kooks vs pogues, nothing. only you and the future the two of you had together with your child.

“i will always save you. i love you so much, audrey, and i and so sorry for the way i have treated you. for the way i have treated your friends. for everything. this has made me realize that you are the most important thing to me in the world and i am going to spend the rest of my life making it up to you and to our child. if you give me a chance, i swear to you that i will be the best man i can be.” rafe cradled your face in his hands

as you looked into his eyes you saw nothing but love and sincerity, and it was what you had been wanting from him for as long as you can remember. seeing him in this moment you know how serious he is and after he literally risked his life to save you, you know that he is the one.

“i love you too, rafe. i want to be a family.” you leaned your forehead against his nudging his nose with yours

“i want that too. more than anything.” rafe said before leaning forward and connecting your lips

in that moment you knew that no matter what came out of this new treasure hunt that you would always have rafe by your side and that your child would grow up with a father. and that’s all you could hope for.

[hearts4werka]

NNN day 15 | Unspoken Words

“A pathetic what? Loser? Nerd? All bullshit labels you and your friends love throwing around?”

summary: it’s pouring rain outside and you’re in a heated argument with the so-called ‘loser skater boy’ of the school, Chris about your popular friend group constantly picking on him but you don’t know what you could possibly do about it, in the heat of the moment you accidentally confess your love for him that you’ve been bottling inside of you for ages now, how will Chris react to the sudden confession?

warnings: ANGST, heavy language, pouring rain, arguing, angry love confession, kissing, mentions of bullying & possibly more!

authors note: bro this is coming out so late I’m so sorry I seriously am having trouble keeping up with posting fics everyday I might just change the schedule for every two days so I have time to write the fic so from now on I’ll post NNN fics every two days and I’ll try to make them better too, luv y’all sm and hope y’all enjoy this one

The rain was relentless, pouring down in heavy falls as I stood at the edge of the high school parking lot, glaring at him. Chris, the loser skater dude sat leaned against the slick metal of his beat-up board as water streamed down from his dark hair. It was a pathetic sight, really, the way he was looking at me through the downpour like he truly believed I’d stand there and listen to him whine while my friends were making his life miserable just a few feet away. “Chris, it’s not my fault they’re dicks! Just stand up for yourself!” I yelled, the wind whipping my words back into my face. I could see him flinch at the sharpness in my tone, but honestly? He was pissing me the fuck off right now.

“Easy for you to say,” he spat back, his voice rising above the rain. “You think I want to get into it with them? They’ve made my life hell since middle school. And here you are, acting like you’re above it all.” “Whatever, Chris! You could actually do something about it, but instead, you stand there like a pathetic—” before I could finish my sentence, he cut right into the middle of it. “A pathetic what? Loser? Nerd? All bullshit labels you and your friends love throwing around?” My heart raced as the fight quickly escalated, frustration spilling out of me like the rain pouring down but hee wasn’t wrong, I could feel my friends laughing as they made comments, snickering at his expense as they walked past us.

I was too stubborn to admit that it bothered me, to admit that I felt trapped between two worlds — my friends who I felt loyal to, and Chris, whose passion for skating and the freedom he radiated off him drew me in. “Why don’t you just tell them to stop?” I snapped, fists clenched at my sides. “Oh, right!” he emphasized each word through gritted teeth, “Because you know they’d listen to me. ‘Oh, look at the loser! What a joke!’” He was pacing now, waves of frustration beaming from him as he glared at me. I could tell he was hurt and that made it worse for me. This wasn’t the first time we’d had this conversation, it seemed every time we met, our discussions turned into a bickering fight.

“Why can’t you just grow a backbone for once?” I found myself shouting, the words leaving a bitter taste in my mouth. Chris was the one person I didn’t want to keep fighting with. There was something inside me that pricked me at the thought of him being hurt—something that made me want to shield him from the world, even if I was part of the problem. “I get it, you’re popular, you have to keep up your perfect appearance.” His voice was cold and I hated that I could see right through it. “But that doesn’t mean you need to stand by while they bully someone who hasn’t done anything to you.”

The weight of his words hung between us, and for a moment, we both bathed in the silence, thunder rumbling in the background and threatening to strike. My breaths came ragged, and I could feel the frustration boiling over, a fierce mix of feelings I’d contained far too long. “Do you even care about them?” I shot back, suddenly feeling more bold, “I mean, seriously, do you care that I’m their friend? Or is it just about you being the victim here?” “Maybe if you gave them less attention, they’d stop. Ever think about that?” he shot back with a knife that cut deeper than any of my friends’ insults.

I took a step closer as rain soaked through my clothes, breath hitching as the heat between us crackled. “You think I’m just some heartless bitch, don’t you? You think I enjoy having these petty losers as friends? You know nothing about me,” I spat. He stepped forward, our faces inches apart as the storm raged around us. “So what’s stopping you from saying something? You’re the one with the power in this situation, right?” And just like that, the last strings broke inside me. I wanted to scream, I wanted to shake him and make him understand. “You don’t get it at all, Chris! Maybe I don’t always know what the fuck to do! Maybe—” My voice trembled and before I could think about the honesty I’m about to spill, I continued, “Maybe I just didn’t know how to tell you I liked you!”

His eyes widened, surprise sparkling in them and my heart tripped over itself at my confession. My cheeks burned and beneath the rain, I could feel the silence swallow us whole. The storm around us was like background noise as everything I pooled inside of me far too long, unraveling and honest. My breath caught as he closed the distance, moving so smoothly it caught me off guard. “What are you do—” Before I could finish, he tilted my chin up and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was sudden as if he was attempting to drown out all the noise in my head, all the rambling I would never stop. It felt electric, warmth pulsing through my veins that made the rain fade into nothing.

When he finally pulled away, my pulse immediately started to race. I blinked up at him, confusion swirling inside of me. “Wait… Did you just really kiss me to shut me up?” He smirked, a shimmer of playfulness in his blue eyes. “Maybe,” he replied and I couldn’t help but laugh, the tension slowly dissolving into something lighter, something filled with hope. “So, popular girl, what now?” I hesitated but with a new fire building inside of me I grinned and said, “We show those little bastard who not to mess with.” And as the rain poured and drenching us both, I realized that maybe, just maybe, we’d figure it out together.

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Paring: Stalker!chan x afab reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: !extremely dubious, piv, unprotected, stalking & yandere

Day 10 of ktober

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!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

He’s been watching you for so long and somehow you haven’t noticed.

You haven’t noticed at all; how he follows you home after work everyday, how he sneaks in your house every night and steals your panties before going home and wrapping his hand around his cock with your underwear held to his nose as he sniffs it, getting off to your scent.

He loves you, he’s obsessed with you. But you don’t realise it so tonight is the night he will show you.

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I lay down in my bed after a rough day at work, completely exhausted and ready to close my eyes and to sink into the comfort of my bed. I grab my phone and message my friends’ group chat saying goodnight before plugging my phone in to charge. It doesn’t take me long for sleep to claim me, but just before I slip into slumber I notice that I forgot my headphones on my desk - but who cares I’m tired and I should rest.

As I drift off into dream land, I hear someone knocking on my window. At first I think it must be one of my friends but why would they knock on my window instead of just ringing the doorbell? I open my blinds to see who’s there, It’s a man, he looks around mid twenties. I don’t know who he is but he seems and looks familiar. I open the window sightly to talk to him. “let me in” he says sternly. “I don’t even know who you are..!”

I say trying to back away from him. He lunges forward, opening my window jumping inside and pinning me against the wall, holding me captive. His fingers wrap around my throat. I pull at his hand desperately trying to get it loose, tears welling up in my eyes. “Please don’t kill me” I choke out “I just want to talk.” he sighs, letting go of me. “What do you want to talk about?” I ask as I wipe my face dry. “You tell me” he says, sitting next to me on the bed. “Who are you?” I ask once again. “Chan, I work with you. but that doesn’t matter right now. i love you.” he whispers. I start to panic and push myself back against the wall. “Why.. why are you doing this?” I say, starting to sob. He reaches forward, grabbing my chin gently forcing me to look directly into his face. “No. You don’t get to run away this time.” he replies.

“how did you not notice all the times I sneaked into your house and stole your underwear?” Chan scoofs. I try to ignore him but his presence is making me uncomfortable. “Stop staring at me. Please” I beg. He grabs my neck forcing me to make eye contact with him. “i’ve waited long enough” he says softly, caressing my face. “you’re mine, don’t you dare try to escape.” he breathes. Before I can reply, his lips crash down on mine, forcing our lips together. “Don’t you want to be mine?” he growls into my mouth, kissing me harder. My hands reach behind him and grab ahold of his hair, gripping it tightly and tugging on it. He releases his grip on my neck to grab hold of my wrists, tying them up above my head. “please… stop..” I moan trying to move him off of me. His lips leave mine, letting me breathe.

“stop trying to fight me” he growls lowly in my ear. “i love you.” he whispers again, kissing my cheek. “You need to understand that you are my everything. You are my only reason to live.” he breathes again in my ear. My eyes widen in fear, tears threatening to spill over. “I don’t understand” I croak out. His grip tightens around my wrists, causing me to gasp in pain. “you’re my only hope, darling. You have always been my only hope.” he whispers again, his voice filled with a hint of venom.

His mouth travels down to my chest, lifting up my shirt and bra revealing my breasts, he sucks hard on my nipples making me shudder, still fairly uncomfortable but wanting to please this strange man. “Tell me what you want” he pants out as he continues to suckle on my tits. I nod my head slowly, unable to speak. “Say it” he demands, his lips leaving my breasts. “I want you” I blurt out, wanting to please him with my answer, still a big scared. His eyes darken in fury, looking straight at me.

“Good girl. I won’t hurt you.” he breathes, his eyes never leavuping mine as his fingers unzip his jeans. I whimper when he starts to rub himself against me, my eyes widening at what he’s doing. I push his boxers down his thighs; revealing his rock hard dick. He smirks at me, thrusting against me in an attempt to gain some pleasure. I gulp nervously and try to keep my cool while he does this, not wanting him to catch on that I’m terrified of him.

“Do you like the feel of my dick touching you? does it make you wet?” Chan growls. “no… no more ive changed my mind” I whimper, trying to squirm away but he keeps me pinned down underneath him. He tugs my panties and jeans off pushes himself inside of me roughly. “ow..” I groan. He holds me down by pressing his legs against either side of my hips, preventing me from moving. I start crying, feeling vulnerable and trapped under him.

“I’m sorry” he mumbles. “I just want to enjoy this moment with you.” he says, running his hand through my hair. “I love you. ” he whispers softly as he slams deeper and deeper into me, hitting every single space possible inside my pussy. “be mine please y/n.” Chan says As he releases himself inside of me.

[mikkomacko]

mob nico makes an actual list of things his parents did to him as a kid that he never wants to replicate with his own babies and frames it in his office as a little reminder in case he ever gets caught up in something with the devs

This is going to make me cry omg

He has this whole list written out that he brings to you a few days after you decided you want to try for a baby. All because he needs these things to be known, spoken out loud before anything happens.

You can tell from the weight of his gaze the moment he finds you getting ready for bed, and your instantly leaning back into the counter, waiting patiently when he says, “I have things I need to say before we have a baby.”

It doesn’t worry you, that he’s apparently put enough thought into being a parent that he’s written it all down. What does worry you is the intent behind whatever he’s written down. What’s been going on in his head that’s made him write it.

“Go ahead Neeky,” you assure, “I’m all ears.”

He takes a deep breath before reading off the first one.

“They can always sleep in our bed,” he states, no room for discussion or bargaining not that it matters. You’ve never thought of putting up a fight to that one, but you can tell from the tremor of his hand that these thoughts are more for him, promises to himself. He just needs someone to say them out loud to. So you remain quiet as he defends them to himself.

“No matter how old they are or why they want to, they get to sleep in the bed with us. Even if it means we’re up all night because there’s no room.”

He looks up at you and you keep your expression open, welcoming as you nod in agreement.

“Good. Uh next,” he clears his throat. “No nannies. I-I mean I get why people have a nanny but I don’t want one. We’ll raise our kids, we’re their parents.”

You don’t have to ask about that one. You know Nico was raised by a nanny, that he saw the woman as more of a mother than his own. That even today he wonders if she’s loved him like a son, if she loves him more Katja does. Even if he has no idea where she’s at. He’s lived with those questions all his life and it’s done damage.

Damage he won’t put on his own children.

“No nannies,” you agree, “our kids we’ll be safer with us anyway.”

A relieved breath puffs out of his chest and he nods, blinking a couple times like he’s trying to steady himself.

“I want to hold them. Even if they’ll probably only want you for a while, I want to hold them everyday.”

That one is a little concerning. If these are coming from his own childhood, what parent refused to hold him. Rino? Rino who never saw himself as a father but rather a boss.

“I’d never stop you from holding them Nico,” you assure, trying to keep your voice steady even though your heart is rattling painfully in your chest. “You can hold them every second if you want to.”

Stiffly, he nods again, eyes trained on his list.

“When they’re sick or scared or crying, I want to be woken up too. Even if I have work in the morning I want to help make them feel better.”

You bite at the inside of your cheek, throat stinging with the sudden urge to cry for the sweet man before you. The man that was never loved enough, never appreciated, never treated the way he should’ve been, who’s so determined to be better that he’s written these horrible things down.

“Of course,” you murmur and finally he seems to ease, fingers unclenching around the crinkles of the paper. He flexes his hands, stretching out the clenched muscles. Like he’s finished. Even if you can see the other lines written at the bottom of the page.

“What else baby?” You ask, pushing onto your feet to come closer to him. He swallows, shrugging as he glances down at it and you tuck under his arm.

“They’re for me. Just reminders ya know? That way I’m ready.”

He tilts the page towards you, making it easier for you to read his slanted handwriting.

Tell them you love them every day

No work talk until they’re 18. Absolutely no mob decisions for them either

Don’t get mad when they cry

Be their dad not their boss

If scared, tell y/n

“Oh Nico,” you murmur, cupping his face as you peer up at him. He looks almost embarrassed, cheeks a little pink.

“I figured that last one is my best bet.”

You smile, watery and so fucking in love with him.

“You don’t have to be scared,” you tell him “but it’s ok if you are. It’s a big deal, having kids. But I already know from the way you take care of me, of the boys, that you’re going to be the best father, Nico.”

“You think so?”

“I know it,” you promise, “we don’t even have a baby on the way yet and you’re already planning on how to take care of them because you love them that much. And that’s what being a parent is right? Loving them always.”

He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. “I already love them,” he says, proving your point. “I’ll love everything that’s a part of you baby.”

[katnipp]

ermm can you do yn as the 5th member of aespa and like she lowkey wants to likeeee never wake up again if you know what i mean😬 bc she hates living the life and an idol and the company kinda bullies her and makes her cry like everyday..and then like her crying and confessing that to the members or just one (you can choose idm). AND she mentions how she jus forces a smile on her face when shes doing content and stuff on camera for MYs :( Make it as depressing as you want😁

just smile for the camera, yeah? — kim minjeong

genre: angst

synopsis: y/n, aespa’s fifth member, struggles with the pressure of being an idol and constant hate from fans. feeling invisible and broken, she finally opens up to winter, finding comfort in her support.

warnings: implied suicidal thoughts, self-doubt, insecurity, mentions of hate comments

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y/n used to have dreams—before the lights, the cameras, the endless days where the only thing she could hold onto was her smile.

she imagined being an idol for years. the thought of standing on stage, with fans chanting her name, was something she clung to, the promise of something greater than herself.

but this wasn’t the dream.

now, the lights felt too bright, the stages too large, the expectations too much.

and it wasn’t just the stress of schedules or the spotlight. it was the emptiness that hollowed out her chest every day. the loneliness that came from standing in a group yet feeling invisible.

she had tried. she tried to smile for the camera, tried to be what everyone wanted her to be. but nothing ever felt real. not anymore.

she stood in front of the mirror, face still painted with remnants of the day’s events. she wiped away a stray tear, but it kept coming. the fatigue in her bones was becoming unbearable, but it was more than just tiredness. it was the slow unraveling of herself that no one seemed to notice.

just smile, y/n.

it was a command. a demand. a mantra she’d repeated in her head every time she stepped in front of the camera. just smile for them. make them think you’re okay.

she didn’t have the energy to fight anymore.

not when the hate flooded in every day.

not when the company treated her like she was nothing but a background player, a placeholder who wasn’t even worth enough to have a voice.

she was nothing.

the hate comments

it started innocently enough. one or two nasty remarks. but then they grew.

y/n sat on her bed, staring blankly at her phone screen. she told herself she wouldn’t read the comments today, but her finger betrayed her, scrolling down anyway. the words hit her like a physical blow.

“why is she even in aespa? she’s dragging the group down.”

“couldn’t they have found someone better?”

“i can’t stand watching her fake her way through this.”

“aespa would be perfect if it weren’t for her.”

the comments made her stomach twist. she couldn’t stop reading, though. it was like watching something painful unfold, but she couldn’t look away.

she sank further into herself with each word. the isolation that had been building inside her now felt like a tidal wave, threatening to drown her.

maybe they were right. maybe she was dragging the group down. maybe she wasn’t good enough to be there.

“maybe it would be better if i just disappeared,” she whispered to herself, the thought slipping from her lips before she could stop it. the more she said it, the more it started to feel true.

the door creaked open.

“y/n?” winter’s voice was soft but carried a heavy weight of concern. “i heard you.”

y/n quickly wiped her face, but it was too late. winter had already entered the room, her eyes scanning the space before settling on y/n, who sat hunched over, every bit of her defeat exposed.

“why are you hiding in here?” winter asked, her voice gentle, yet urgent.

y/n didn’t respond right away. she couldn’t. words were too heavy. but winter didn’t move, didn’t pressure her. she just waited, like she understood what it felt like to be suffocated in silence.

“i’m fine,” y/n finally said, but it was a lie, and she could hear it in her own voice. “i’m just… tired.”

winter stepped closer, and this time, her voice cracked. “you’re not fine, y/n. you’ve been saying that for weeks.”

y/n closed her eyes, the tears threatening to spill over. she wanted to scream. she wanted to say everything. but nothing came out. instead, the words that had been bottled up inside slipped through like broken glass.

“i can’t do it anymore, winter,” y/n whispered, voice barely audible. “i can’t keep pretending that i’m happy. that i’m enough. that i’m… useless.”

winter froze, her heart aching as she stepped closer, kneeling in front of her. “don’t say that. you’re not useless. you’re enough.”

“no, i’m not.” y/n’s voice cracked. “i’m just here to fill the space. every time i look at the comments or the videos, i can see it. they don’t even notice me. it’s like i’m invisible, like i’m just standing there and… no one cares. they think i’m dragging the group down. i’m ruining aespa.” she let out a bitter laugh. “they hate me. and sometimes, i think maybe they’re right.”

winter’s chest tightened. “don’t listen to them. the company—the fans—they don’t know you. they don’t see you the way i do.”

y/n shook her head, unable to shake the feeling of isolation that had been crushing her from the inside out. “how can you say that? how can you tell me not to listen when they’ve been saying it over and over? i’ve tried everything. i smile, i dance, i do everything they want me to, but it’s never enough. i’m just not enough.”

winter’s eyes were filled with pain. she reached out, her hand resting on y/n’s shoulder, but y/n pulled away slightly, unable to let herself be touched when she felt so broken.

“you are,” winter insisted, her voice raw. “you matter to me. you’re part of this group, part of this family. and no matter what they say, you belong here. you don’t have to be perfect. you don’t have to smile all the time. you just have to be you.”

y/n wiped her face, her shoulders shaking with the weight of everything she’d been holding in. “but what if ‘me’ isn’t good enough? what if they never see me for who i really am?”

winter’s voice softened. “i see you. i see you, y/n. and you don’t have to be anyone else for me. you don’t have to pretend for anyone. just… just be real with me. don’t carry this alone.”

for a moment, y/n didn’t respond. she just sat there, her whole body trembling with the overwhelming release of everything she’d been keeping hidden. winter was right, but it felt impossible to let go of the years of conditioning, the constant pressure to be something she wasn’t.

“i don’t know if i can do this anymore,” y/n finally said, barely a whisper. “i don’t know if i can keep up the smile. i don’t know how much longer i can keep pretending that everything is fine, when i’m drowning inside.”

winter’s hand found y/n’s again, holding it tightly, like a lifeline. “you don’t have to pretend for me. not anymore. i’m here. and i’m not leaving. i won’t let you fade away like this.”

the tears came again, slower now, but with more force. y/n let them fall freely, not even trying to stop them. the weight on her chest didn’t disappear, but for the first time, there was someone beside her, someone who saw her, someone who cared.

and maybe, just maybe, that was enough

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a/n: this was very different from the usual angst that i write (i she’d a few tears while writing this)💔💔

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SKZ Reaction: He Hurts the Reader II (Maknae Line)

A/N: this is for @skz-codeeee lol 😂 im glad I got someone like you in my comments that will keep me on point 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 so thank you ☺️….But Damn it’s been a while since I came back here lol 😂 anyway I apologize for the long wait for this. I promised it a couple days ago but life and kids got in the way for a bit. BUT I hope this makes up for it. Requests are open!!

Masterlist Part 1 Hyung Line

Jisung:

“We’re sorry but the caller you have been trying to reach is not available please—“ you sigh as you press the end button. It had been 2 weeks and no word from Jisung, and while you were mad the first day or two the anger quickly dissipated and dissolve into the longing to fix things. But as things may have it he’s been avoiding you. Your calls go unanswered and your texts ignored. It broke your heart that the result of your previous argument would be this but you couldn’t seem to reach him. Your visits to the dorm have been less than fruitful and you can never find him at his studio. You’d think he’d all but disappeared if it weren’t for Chan, who’d messaged you the start of the second week to make sure you were okay. It was clear he was sent by Jisung to check on you and report back what you said; so with a heavy heart you began telling him about the pain you’ve been feeling whilst being left alone in a country you barely knew and a boyfriend who abandoned you. You explained with tears cascading down your cheeks, how you felt like moving back home to America since you felt like your relationship was over anyway. What you didn’t know was, instead of waiting for a progress report from Chan, Jisung sat watching over his shoulder as his leader messaged you. His heart sank at your confession prompting his legs to act before his body even knew what was happening. He ran.

He ran and ran until it felt like his lungs were going to give out but he continued to speed to your apartment. His fist pounding on the door rapidly, his voice boomed throughout your apartment as he pleaded with you to open the door. You take a heavy breath as you peel yourself off your couch and pull open the door. You stare at Jisung blankly as he takes in your tear-stained cheeks and red eyes. His breath hitches in his throat for a few seconds before he pulls you into his arms. “I’m sorry…d don't leave I'm sorry” he cries. “Please stay here… our relationship isn't over I'm sorry I'm such an ass” his sobbing left him a-quivering mess as he held onto you tightly. “Jisung let me go…” you sigh as you try to pull him off you “At least Come inside it's cold” you growl as you take a small step back allowing him entry. Without releasing you from his hold he sniffles “I couldn’t face you…t-that’s why I—but I never wanted to break up!” he exclaims. Your hands came between you trying to have the conversation face-to-face but Jisung had other plans as his grip grew tighter at your fight. “I’m an asshole, I’m a jerk, and I don’t deserve you. I hurt you then had the nerve to avoid you like you wouldn't want answers” he admits as he cries, you continue to struggle in his hold as you manage to turn away from him. His cheek brushed yours his arms still firmly around your waist “Jisung, if you know all this why are you here?” You argue, as you try to stop your heart from beating out of your chest. “Because I love you…” His words are just above a whisper, his lips brushed against your ear. He pressed himself against you deeper “and I can’t let you go…” you pout as you stare at the ground. “What you did that night was an accident…” you start “But you avoiding me and ignoring me for two weeks? That was deliberate…” your voice cracks “I wanted to fix things and you made me think you moved on—How could I?! How could I move on from you?” He cuts you off, finally releasing his grip on your waist to turn you to face him by your arm. Your face now in his hands “I’m sorry okay I’ll spend everyday making up for what I did but you can’t leave me…” He pouts “You left me!” You snap childishly crossing your arms across your chest “I hurt you!” He exclaimed “it was an accident! I JUST MISSED YOU AND ALL I WANTED WAS TO HEAR FROM YOU AND YOU JUST DISAPPEARED! I love you and you abandoned me!” You cry Jisung takes your face in his hands connecting his eyes with yours “I’d never abandon you. I was taking some space I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it I hated myself for hurting you and I needed that time.” You nod frustratedly. While you were pissed that he disappeared, this level of communication was the entire basis of your relationship. As much as you hated it, Jisung was communicating and while you felt it was a little later than you had hoped. You could see this as the beginning of a more meaningful relationship between the two of you.

Felix:

“I’m at the point where I want to call the cops and tell them I have a stalker…” You growl as you stare at your ex, who sat in your section of the restaurant you had managed to get a job at. He stared up at you, a look of longing and sadness in his eyes as a pout sat on his lips. “Babe….” He whispers as he takes in your appearance “Can I get you anything else tonight sir?” You question prioritizing professionalism, pretending you didn’t know him. “No..” He stammers, you nod definitively and place an awkward smile on your lips “then I will be back with the check” you state as you turn to make your way back to the register, your movements are halted as you feel your wrist encased. You turn to face the culprit “Sir? Is there anything you need?” You ask professionally, taking deep steadying breaths. “I-I need to talk to you…” His voice cracks as he speaks “P-please…I can wait until you get off..just please talk to me” you finally look him in his eye. His appearance has you in shock, his adorably freckled cheeks stained with ghost trails of tears. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was a mess. He still looked absolutely angelic but you could tell depression had definitely hit him hard. Though you swore youd never speak to him again, he is still someone you love and it pains you to see him so hurt. You give a small sigh of defeat before nodding “I get off at 8, you’ll have 10 minutes and nothing more okay?” He nods almost excitedly, his eyes lit up at your agreement. He gives you a hopeful look as he releases your wrist “I’ll see you then..” he waves you off.

Why oh why did you have to tell him you’d talk to him? Now you were truly regretting your words, the rest of your shift was hectic and you were exhausted. When you exited the restaurant and saw him leaning against a car, hands in his pockets as he stared at the ground. You could tell even from your distance he was nervous, and scared about how this conversation would go. You trudged your way over to the man you had once grown excited to see every night. “Hey…” he calls sadly; taking in your demeanor “Is now still a good time to talk?” He questions as he notices the exhaustion on your face. You nod swiftly “it’s fine. It’s not like this will take too long” you comment offhandedly. Those words truly hit Felix deep in his chest like an arrow. “C-can I bring you home then? I’d rather you be comfortable even if you don’t think this will take long” you stare at him for a moment before agreeing to his proposal, a small satisfied smile forms on Felix’s heart shaped lips. He quickly pulls the passenger door open gesturing for you to take a seat. You pull yourself into the car and stare at your ex crossing over to the drivers side. You notice how much weight he’d lost, his hair still messy as his face looked as if a fresh batch of tears painted his cheeks. The ride back to your place was awkward and silent, you weren’t sure what to do when Felix pulled into your driveway as he’d said nothing the whole way here. You sat in silence for a few minutes waiting for something, anything to be said.

When it had remained silent Felix looking at nothing but his lap you move to exit the car. Pulling on the handle you hear a slight click then the door doesn’t open. You stare back at Felix, his finger pressed firmly on the lock button. You were puzzled, he said he wanted to talk but didn’t say anything and now he doesn’t want you to leave. “W-wait…” He stammers in a panic “Sorry, I just—I don’t know what to say right now.” He confesses as he stares at his lap once again. Running his hand through his hair for what you can assume to be the millionth time “So what did you want to talk about then Felix?” You question stoically. He sighs “I hate how easy this is for you…” his voice cracks as he tries to meet your eyes “I know I royally fucked up—but you didn’t even give me a chance to fix it…” his hand reaches for yours “please…just give me a chance to fix this…” You stare at him quizzically, a look of disbelief on your face before you scoff at his audacity to blame you for his own actions. “I mean do you blame me?” You snap, your anger building in your gut. He stared at you puzzled “Wha—Do you even know what you did? WHY we’re no longer together?” You growl at him, his mouth hung open not knowing what to say. His eyes searching your face for some clue some hint as to why you didn’t want to talk to him anymore. Before he hung his head and shaking it ‘No’ “Of course you don’t you were absolutely fucking blasted.” You scoff shaking your head to yourself. “Does it matter if I remember what I did or not? I just want to fix this” He cries grabbing ahold of your hand. You stare at him sadly “yes Felix it matters, because what you did is unforgivable…” He shakes his head in denial “Don’t say that…” Tears well up in his eyes as his voice cracks and you try to stare anywhere but at him. “Y-you don’t mean that..you can’t, right? You’re just mad at me, right? Please tell me you’re just mad at me and I can fix this—y-yeah I can make things right again. We love each other we could work through this together right? I’m sorry if I hurt you or anything I did. Im sorry for not making time for you. I’m sorry if I got mad and scared you. Im sorry I’m so fucking sorry for all the mistakes I made and if I knew why you’d left me then id probably agree you’re doing the right thing. But I don’t know and I don’t know what to do…. all I remember is waking up one day and seeing all my stuff in the dorm and Chans girlfriend telling me how much an ass I was and that you never wanted to see me again. I tried calling—I tried everything to see you and fix us but you just disappeared on me I’m sorry okay I’m so fucking sorry.” He rambled his tears flowing down his cheeks as he held your hand tightly against his chest “Please tell me you still love me…just give me once chance I won’t ruin it I don’t care what I did in the past because it won’t be like that going forward I’m sorry I’m so sorry please” He cried placing his forehead on your connected hands as he sobbed.

Your heart ached at the sight, you knew Felix wasn’t the type of guy to continuously harass a woman nor was he the kind that would physically hurt you. Which is why you were surprised that night in the first place but seeing him here, with the same amount of guilt and regret he’d have if he’d remembered that night has you wavering. You could hear his gasps for breath as he struggled to keep himself calm. “Lix..I do still love you please calm down..” you soothe. Freeing one of your hands from his grasp, you rub small circles on his back. You hate how much this hurts, he’s the one that hurt you in the first place and here you were feeling guilty because you made this angelic ball of sunshine cry. “Lix please calm down” you plead as you stare at him the sobbing growing harder and harder his body completely trembling. Tears well up in your eyes “Please…I’m gonna cry if you don’t stop crying” you say your voice cracking as a tear strolls down your cheeks. The sound of your sniffles has him looking at you panicked “I’m sorry, I’ll calm down. I’m sorry” he whispers wiping your tears away. You stare at him, you missed him too. You missed the way he’d hold you when you were upset whispering soothing words and kissing your forehead every once in a while. Felix was your safe haven for so long, since your break up you hadn’t allowed yourself to feel the true pain of the whole situation. You’d thrown yourself into work to the point you’d come home and pass out the second you got to your bed so you didn’t have to think about the pain of losing Felix. But now that he sat infront of you all you wished for was to be in his arms once again. “Please just let me fix things…one chance that’s all I ask.” He stares at you with longing in his eyes. Your heart rests as you place a soft kiss on his cheek. “One chance…”

Seungmin:

The sound of the practice room door being slammed open has your manager cutting the music off as you and your group members jump in your positions for your latest choreography. “Hey!” The youngest exclaims. Her eyes growing wide when she notices who came storming in. You stood in shock as you saw Seungmin barreling into the room straight to SooHee, a scowl embedded on his face as SooHee stood up from her place on the couch she was sitting to ‘observe’ the choreography. She looks up at him and away from her phone, a bright smile on her lips “Hey!” She cheers not noticing the glare on his face. Seungmin aggressively snatches her phone from her hands and throws it harshly on the floor. You and your members stood in shock watching the sight as Soohee stares wide eyed at her phone then back at Seungmin. “Dude! What the hell did you do you do that for?!” She growls Seungmin places himself inches from her face “Keep fucking lying on what kind of relationship you and I have and me breaking your phone will be fucking minor” he growls. “And what are you doing sitting down while the rest of your members are practicing?!” Her eyes widen at his sudden scolding “Who risked their neck to fucking get you here?!” SooHee didn’t know what to say she stared at Seungmin bewildered “Y-you..” her voice is just above a whisper. “I wasted my fucking time! You’re an embarrassment! You’re fucking lazy do you think you can just get by using my name?! A NAME I WORKED MY ENTIRE FUCKING CHILDHOOD AND LIFE TO FUCKING BUILD!” You felt bad for the girl, while you do know Seungmin is doing what almost everyone has been telling him to do. You could tell he’s also blaming SooHee for the argument you both had yesterday. “Min…” you start. Your word goes ignored as the two begin arguing back and forth.

The pair are lost in their own world spewing venom at each other. your team not sure exactly what to do in this situation as Seungmin was saying something almost everyone wanted to say but you felt the second hand embarrassment for the girl. “Yah! Kim Seungmin!” You growl.

He whips his head toward you ready to chew off the head of the person who is interrupting his conversation, before he was met with your menacing glare. His anger quickly dissipating and he stares at the ground. “Who do you think you are to come in here and scold MY member?!” You growl. While you didn’t like SooHee, you were this groups leader and you’ll be damned if anyone but you scolded her. His eyes widened, knowing your level of protection toward your members was almost equivalent to his own leaders. “Y-Y/N I’m—no I don’t need to hear your apologies.” You cut him off before turning to Soohee “SooHee practice with Minji actually learn the steps this time. You” you point at Seungmin gesturing for him to follow you out the practice room. “Y/N I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have—Like I said I don’t care. Don’t come in and interrupt my practice sessions. When I told you to talk to your friend I meant outside of my practice hours where she can actually learn something. You came in there and fucking embarrassed her why?” He scratches the back of his neck looking at the ground “Jisung told me the him and Chan helped you guys record last night and that SooHee was giving me a bad name. Even to my own members she was saying she didn’t have to listen because she knew me. Then I just thought about how she kept causing problems for you and how you’d probably never want to see me again because of what I did because of her and I just—I lost it okay?!” He confesses. You stare at the boy a pout on your lips “Minnie I love you why wouldn’t I want to see you again? Tension was high we were both stressed we got into an argument but that’s all…” you confess. He stares at you with a small hopeful pout “Really? But SooHee—Lied? I knew she was lying Seungmin. You’d never cheat on me okay? I know that” you cut him off wrapping your arms around his neck “it’s been only one night and you just lost your mind without me huh?” You chuckle pressing yourself against his frame. His responds by wrapping his arms securely around your waist holding you in his arms as if he’d lose you if he let go. “That’s not funny, I don’t even like thinking for one second that you’re not my girl anymore let alone a full night” he whines. “You have quite the attitude but you’re such a softie” you tease petting his head gently. “Only for you baby. Don’t tell me to leave you alone again okay? I might truly lose my mind” He places soft kisses all over your face. “You’d never have to worry about anything like that, Min. You’re stuck with me” you smile taking his face in your hands pressing a kiss firmly on his lips “By the way, if you wouldn’t have embarrassed SooHee I’d have told you good job…” you smirk.

Jeongin:

“W-what are you doing?”

Your heart sunk when you heard the panicked tone of your ex boyfriends voice. You silently cursed to yourself as you had made sure to come on a day you knew he had practice. Choosing to ignore the boy you continue to make your way through the apartment toward the door with another box of your things. “Y-Y/N..You can’t be serious..I—I—how—please stop!” He cries as he struggles to find something to say. Ever since that night you had been staying at a hotel and for you to be coming to get your things must mean you had found a new permanent place to live and that absolutely scared him. How he wished he had controlled himself even just a little more, then he wouldn’t have fucked up so badly and you wouldn’t be packing up all the you he had left to cling onto. The idea that you would come back is now being ripped away from him and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He rushed into your once shared bedroom seeing two more already filled boxes. He quickly begins pulling it open and unpacking everything as tears streamed down his face. “Jeongin stop what are you doing?” You ask stoically. He stares at you with tears in his eyes “You want time away from me and space?! That’s fine but you’re not leaving me!” He sobs.

You sigh tiredly “yes I a—No you’re not! Please! I know how badly I fucked up! I shouldn’t have said all that shit to you, I-I shouldn’t have hurt you but please I’ve been trying for weeks now to make it up to you. To just see you again, but if I didn’t come home early by chance then I would have come home and you would have been completely gone…? How is that fair!? I want to fix this I want to be with you, I love you and I’m sorry I’m so fucking sorry. I’m pathetic and insecure and disgusting for what I did. You were right to slap me I don’t blame you for it I’m a piece of shit and I deserve this okay? I know I deserve this but I don’t want it! I want to fight for you—I want you to know how much I love you and I would never do it again.” He cut you off as he began to rant. His tone is panicked and fear laced through it. He continued to pull your stuff out of the boxes. Your heart ached for the breaking boy in front of you. You slowly grab the other box and go to make your way to the door in Jeongin’s movements. Your halted as the box is ripped from your arms “No! You can’t!” He exclaims as he drops to his knees wrapping his arms around your waist. “Please…don’t leave” his breathing is growing heavier and heavier. You could tell he was on the the verge of a panic attack. Tears cascaded down his cheeks as he stared at you with wide pleading eyes.

“Jeongin..”

“Please, I’m sorry I’d never do anything like that again. You know me..you know that I’m not like that” he begs. “I thought that I knew you once but I don’t—don’t say that. You don’t mean that please tell me you don’t mean that..” he cut you off. His tone was heartbreaking, he sounded so unsure; about what to do, where to turn, how to fix this. He couldn’t figure out how to keep you with him. He wanted you to stay he’d chain himself to you if that’s what it took at this point. Anything to keep you from walking out that door and not coming back. “Yang Jeongin! This needs to st—I love you!” He cuts you off hesitantly “I love you so much and I’m so sorry but I can’t let you go. I need you to give me another chance even if it’s to talk. So I’m sorry, I love you and I won’t let you go. I’ll give anything to keep you with me so if you want to leave you’re going to have to kill me before I let you go” he state’s definitively. “You sound fucking crazy” you scoff crossing your arms over your chest. “You not being here with me drives me crazy” he states matter of factly. You roll your eyes at the boy. He damn sure was persistent. You could remember how terrified of him you were just a few weeks ago, but to see the same man ugly crying so disparagingly in the ground it made your heart waver. The eyes that once shot daggers at you are now pleading for you to connect with them. The lips that spewed venom in your direction were now begging for you to never leave and his hands that once gripped your hair and chin so harshly were gently caressing your waist holding you against him as he sobbed. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do, you weren’t sure where you could turn for answers.

You stare down at the fox like man, he pouted up at you. You could feel the tension around the room building. You placed your hands on his shoulders, taking a deep breath. Your breath feels shaky and your throat felt as if it was closing in on its self

“Please..” Jeongin whispers

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VICTORIA NEUMAN X ASSISTANT!READER

format: blurb

warnings: nsfw content at the end

word count: 700+

not proofread! y/n used!

- the second you came in for your interview she pretty much decided she was hiring you LMAO

- now i’m not saying she only hired you because of her crush, because your resume genuinely caught her eye, but i’m also not saying it had nothing to do with it 🤷‍♀️

- she definitely asks you to do things she could easily do just as an excuse to see you

- “y/n! can you come here please?”

- “can you pick up this pen i dropped please? i’ve got suchhh a bad back” she’s so dramatic i love her

- you honestly think she’s just being a bitch and she’s messing with you

- that is until one day she comes to you in the morning, saying today she only has one task for you

- “will you eat lunch with me?” and she has the dorkiest smile of all time on her face

- lunch together becomes a regular thing, going from talking about your favourite tv shows to her telling you about her daughter zoe

- she’s so sad when you eventually tell her you thought she was just like every person you’ve ever worked for, just messing with you for the fun of it

- “no no never! i could never do that, especially not to you” OOOOOO it’s blush city for you both

- things are going great! you love your job. that is until something changes, and victoria randomly stops asking you to do things for her

- i mean you’re her assistant, shouldn’t you be getting her coffee? shouldn’t you be organising her files? shouldn’t you be having lunch with her and not hughie?

- to say this has you down is an understatement, you can’t seem to understand why she has randomly shut you out

- it’s not like she’s not speaking to you, she’s still asking you to do things but they’re all tasks that require you to be away from her. you haven’t even been in her office for nearly two weeks now

- after your hurt builds and builds, you can’t hold it in anymore. you storm into her office demanding to know why she’s avoiding you

- she plays it dumb at first but she knows what she’s been doing so she fesses up

- “fuck… i’m sorry, so sorry. it’s not you i promise, it’s me. i- i like you, okay? like a lot and i know it sounds stupid and i know it’s sooo inappropriate because you’re my assist-“ SILENCED BY A KISS WOOOO

- you’re discrete about it at first, sneaking around and making out in the bathroom stalls like you’re high schoolers

- her bringing you lunch everyday<3

- she so leaves post-it notes on her desk with cute lil messages whenever she has to leave for meetings because it’s where she tells you to just relax

- you don’t bother asking why you’re not allowed to meetings that involve voughts CEO, it’s probably just a confidentiality thing right?

- a bit random but whenever you’re standing talking to somebody i feel like she’d just squeeze your butt?

- canon she’s a butt squeezer

- you don’t fight much but oh boy is your schedule full when you do

- she gives you the stupidest tasks she can think of LMAO

- “can you walk someone’s dog please?” “someone’s dog?” “yeah, just go around asking who has a dog that needs walking” “are you being serious, vic?” “yes i most definitely am, it would help me soooo much you have no idea!”

- I LOVE HER SO MUCHHH

- dating your boss can be annoying at times, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world <3

NSFW TIMEEEE

- officesex!officesex!officesex!

- this honestly deserves its own blurb if i'm being honest

- i feel like she's already dominant in bed anyways but because she’s your boss it’s elevated TO THE MAX.

- “i have one really special task for you today, so listen closely”

- you can barely stay stood up with how weak your knees go (real)

- “i need you to be a good girl for me, how does that sound? you think you can do that for me?” in her husky voice im DECEASED

- one time she cleared her desk by pushing everything on the floor, she immediately regretted it when she realised she had broken almost everything

- “i always see people do it in movies and this doesn’t happen” she’s so upset while she’s picking up a broken picture of you both on the beach

- she’s so silly

- she definitely buys you lingerie to wear underneath your work clothes 🤭

- the amount of flirty texts she sends you during the day just to watch you blush uncontrollably is concerning (when is it my turn)

a/n: requests are always open, hope you enjoyed :)

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Casual (Part 1 of 3) - Max Verstappen x Male!Reader

angst, toxic situationship, mentions of sex for like 3 seconds i wanted to fujoshi the fuck out

Max walked out of the garage enraged. Why did the media have to try to dig into his business like that? Into your business? Of course he denied all the rumors and questions you were both anything more than friends, because you weren’t. However,  he probably would have worded it better than his knee jerk response that flew out of his mouth that, in turn, made you feel like shit. He tried everyday to convince himself that’s all he viewed you as anyway. 

You were only supposed to be his teammate, then you both became friends that led to things going beyond a point of doing things people that only considered each other friends would do. 

The multiple times both of you were caught checking each other out by the other person that led to this entire mess. All the hugs, kisses, slow and rough sex. Things Max tried convincing himself meant nothing but to fill a void. He knew deep down though, that every single thing meant something. Especially when he held you snugly in his arms at night and you were asleep with your head against his chest. 

You on the other hand had known you’d fallen for him and you didn’t fight it at first, but now you wish you could start all over and stop yourself while you were ahead. 

Everything started feeling like just a casual, one call away when he felt lonely type of relationship. If you even wanted to call it one. It was a general understanding that Max didn’t want to come out like you had because of his reputation, but the fact he seemed to come and go as he pleased made everything feel so one sided.

Enough was enough. You were angry and hurt. You knew you deserved better no matter how much you loved him. Tears welled up in your eyes as you stormed after him. 

“Why the hell would you say it like that? Am I that repulsive to you? Because you don’t act like it when you’re desperate for someone to give you attention at night.” Your tears went away for now, being replaced by pent up anger not just from today, but for the months this had been going on. 

Max froze realizing you were shouting this where people could hear that probably shouldn’t. “Y/N. I understand you’re really upset with me, but please, let’s talk about this somewhere else. You know-” Max tried to calm you down, but you cut him off. “Yes I know. Let’s just go then.” You yelled as you stormed off to your car, glaring at him as he got into his. Not a single word was said the whole walk to his front door, but as soon as that door shut, everything picked right back up. “Why the hell did you say it? Why would your response to being asked if we were more than friends be what you said. Go ahead. Repeat it.” You crossed your arms and practically scolded him. “I’m sorry Y/N. What I said was beyond stupid, okay? I’m sorry that I said even if I was gay that I wouldn’t date you because you aren’t my type at all. I realized after I said that, it would hurt your feelings.” He sighed, mentally scolding himself in the process for being such an idiot. “Do you realize how shitty that makes me feel? I’m so tired of how you treat me so differently around different crowds of people. It makes no sense to me. To the press I’m the ass of all of your jokes. To your friends I’m just something casual so you can understand your sexuality better.” You began to get choked up on your words. You didn’t even realize how badly he’d hurt you until everything you’d been feeling was being spoken straight to his face. “When we’re alone or with your family though. I see a different side of you. You tell your parents I’m your best friend. Your mom adores me. Then, when we’re alone at night and we’ve been making out or we’ve had sex, you hold me like I’m your entire world. Whenever the sun comes up you’re gone. You completely change and act awkward around me until you’re wanting something.” Tears began falling from your eyes as the anger seeped out of your mouth with them. Max winced at your words. They stung because he knew everything you said was true. He treated you like shit. All because he was insecure inside about feeling the way he felt about you. He’d fallen harder than you could’ve even imagined and he was hating himself for it. 

“Y/N, you’re not someone I’m using to figure out my sexuality. I’m just telling my friends that because I’m not ready for them to know the true extent of what we have, just in case something slips. Neither do I want the public having any ideas. I don’t want to lose my dream or sponsors or anything like that. Is that so wrong of me?” Max became extremely defensive all due to you being able to leave him feeling so guilty for how he’d been treating you. “It’s crazy that we’re racing for the same team, with most of the same sponsors, and I’m out. I’m not saying you have to come out. That’s something you should only do when you’re ready, but dammit Max your reputation should not come at the expense of my heart being stabbed every time you get scared that your feelings are getting too deep.” You took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. “If this isn’t going to go anywhere serious, we just need to cut it out. It’s killing me. This would be one thing if we were actually together and you were trying to cover it up until you were ready, but the fact you’ve said to my face, while we’re alone, that this is all just something casual, makes me feel like everything you’re telling me right now is bullshit. ” Max felt his heart drop. He didn’t want any of this to end, but he was horrified of his public image changing at all. He was feeling ashamed of himself for being so selfish. 

  “It’s just easier to say we’re casual. I’m not sure what I feel, but nothing I’ve said is a lie.” Max snapped. He didn’t like that you were so onto how he felt. He didn’t even understand why he was so scared for you to know he had fallen for you. He just couldn’t accept the fact he’d fallen for, not just any guy, but his teammate. “Easier to be casual when you hold me the way you do? You really want me to sit here and believe that’s the truth? And even if it is, why the fuck would you lead me on like this? I can’t do this shit anymore.” You stormed out, slamming the door behind you. As soon as you heard the bang of the door, tears poured down your face as you booked it to your car. Max stood there realizing how badly he’d fucked up. Something about the door slamming and hearing you cry from outside knocked something into him that probably came a second too late. 

“Fuck!” Max punched the wall after you’d left. He tried to call you but it just went straight to voicemail. He deserved it, and he knew you deserved better than what he’d put you through. It didn’t change the fact that he was crying in on his sofa all alone, wishing he could change things. He only had himself to blame now that you were gone, and knew when he saw you in the Red Bull garage again you’d do everything to ignore him. He stared at the ceiling until he got snapped out of his thoughts by a notification on his phone. A text from you. 

“You won’t have to deal with being around me and fighting your internal feelings anymore. I just gave up my Red Bull seat to Checo. I’m done with F1. I hope you continue to be successful in your career. Respectfully, I’m blocking your number after this. I don’t want to be around you anymore. It’s killing me every time we kiss to know we’ll never be anything more than casual. I need to move on.” He read the text and attempted to respond by telling you to wait before you blocked him. To give him the chance to fix it, but it was already too late. You blocked him as soon as you sent the message, he figured. Max hoped you would change your mind by the time he woke up tomorrow and he’d still get to see you at the next race in the Red Bull garage. He hoped he'd somehow get the chance to explain to you that everything the two of you did together meant everything and more to him. He tossed and turned in bed that night, feeling sick to his stomach/ The only reason Max even went to sleep was from how exhausted he was.  

What he didn’t expect was to open Instagram when he first woke up like he usually did and be greeted by a post stating that you were leaving Red Bull Racing, and Formula 1 in general.  “Red Bull Racing, Max Verstappen, thanks for being a great team for the past two years and Formula 1 for being some of the most fun I’ve had. I’m onto other things now, and I hope all the people who love and support me will follow me to my new career path. Checo, give them hell on the track for me. Love, your shining star, Y/N.” Tears stung Max’s eyes as he read the caption that was paired with some nostalgic pictures. Images of your first race, first podium and first win all shared with Max, and some other photos, old and new that evoked Max to cry.

Through his vision blurred by his tears, Max left a comment. “Thank you for being the best teammate I’ve ever had. If you ever need anything, you know where to find me. I’ll be rooting for you in whatever you choose to do with your future.” He finished it off with a heart emoji. He turned his phone off and hoped for a notification from you that he knew he’d most likely never get.

[in1-nutshell]

Hello teacher I'm just resending my request cause I remember you said some of the request you get from other followers disappears and I haven't seen the other request that I have send you when your request box was open

So I took the liberty of myself when your request box was open to copy and paste my requests so here they are

1.) Not too sure where this idea came from but I would like request a (our world buddy again) who happens to have a great fatherly like relationship with Prime Verse megatron who ends up meeting IDW Optimus who actually is her adopted dad he has the papers and data pads to prove everything and Prime megatron and his decepticons decided they were gonna fight IDW Optimus for custody of buddy and it ended somewhere along the line of Prime megatron ended up in the medbay completely unconscious and half of his army traumatized after they found out what an how angry a prime who is a father can really get (technically related to my story)

2.) Don't really know what to think for this one but what about IDW Bots meet G1 bots?

3.) Buddy from our world meet team prime and team megatron from cyber verse world? I would love that interaction

Oh and cyber verse starscream got really attached to her to the point he doesn't like sharing her attention which buddy has no problems with cause she knows why he is the way is. And maybe megatron and sound wave got attached too and devised plans to steal her and keep her the nemesis for a little while cause it's not everyday you meet someone who show so much affection

P.S feel free to write these last cause I know you are busy😃✌

This is a pretty big list, so I went with number 2, minus the Cyberverse part. I don't write for Cyberverse as of now.

Hope you enjoy!

Human Buddy from the real world meeting Team Prime

SFW, Platonic, Human reader

TFP

Buddy was starting to think that maybe the new coffee mixture they had made was really an elixir to travel dimensions.

They didn’t know how hard they hit their head when they saw Wheeljack arguing with Ultra Magnus.

The two bots didn’t even notice the human until they came literally running to Magnus’s pede and hugged him the best they could.

Buddy hugging Magnus’s pede: “If this is a dream I don’t want to wake up!” Magnus nearly jumps feeling the random human hug his pede. Wheeljack looks like he is going to glitch, though he doesn’t know for what reason. Wheeljack: “Hey… umm, kid what are you—” They turned their head so fast Wheeljack was sure that he heard a snap. The human starts running up to him rapidly shaking their fist in excitement: “Wheeljack! I can’t believe I’m actually talking to you! Either that or I may have found the limit of coffee I am allowed to drink.” Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack: “What?” Buddy: “Hey, aren’t you supposed to take me to meet the rest of the team? Isn’t it like, the whole protocol?” Ultra Magnus gives Wheeljack an uneasy look: “You seem to know quite a bit…” Buddy waving their hand: “I’ll explain that later, now, who am I climbing in?!”

When they arrive to the base, they are practically bouncing off the walls.

They are even more excited than when Miko first showed up.

In fact, the new human is excited to meet the kids, Fowler and June just as much as they are excited to meet the bots.

Miko has a taste of her own medicine and feels the need to apologize… someday.

Buddy does calm down when explaining how they know who they are and how they had been through a similar situation like this before.

That leads to more questions, but Buddy refuses to answer them.

Something about ‘Not wanting to mess with the universes’.

Buddy: “Anyways I need to keep you guys from finding out about some spoilers, like Bee’s voice coming back. Team Prime: “WHAT?!” Bumblebee: BEEP!? (MY VOICE?!)” Buddy: “…Rats…”

Optimus does allow Buddy to stay on the base while they wait until they return back home.

Most of the team thinks that another Miko is among them now.

And to a point they are right.

But Buddy also knows when to stop and tries to be useful around the base.

Buddy sweeping the human area. Miko: “This has been the third time you’ve cleaned this place this week. You can leave some stuff around you know?” Buddy still sweeping: “Ratchet finds the mess distracting; I’m just trying to lighten some of the load.” Ratchet, who overhears this now has to rethink his opinion of Buddy.

More respect is earned when they see Buddy football tackle Miko from going into the groundbrigde.

Many hugs are given on what seem like random days.

Those days turn out to be heavier than others and Buddy is always behind the bot ready to hug or do whatever they can to make them feel better.

Smokescreen walks into the base with his doorwings a bit drooped. Buddy running over to him: “Hey Smokes.” Smokescreen puts on a fake smile: “what’s up Buddy?” Buddy patting his pede and giving a genuine smile: “You’re doing great.” Smokescreen just nods because he doesn’t want to cry in front of Optimus. Later… Ratchet still on the main console. Buddy grabbing a blanket and places it nearby. Ratchet: “And what are you doing? You should be in bed.” Buddy: “That’s where you should be too.” Ratchet scoffs and continues working. Buddy: “Don’t think I didn’t see you put back your rations today.” Ratchet stops mid key stroke. Buddy: “I am NOT going to sleep until you get some energon and go to sleep.” Ratchet: “Well then prepare to stay awake for a long time.” Buddy cracking their knuckles: “Bring it! I’ve been awake for 3 days and 3 nights straight during exam week!” Ratchet suddenly worried for Buddy’s health: “…You win this round.” Buddy laughs in sleep deprived.

The bots are wrong to assume that Buddy wouldn’t pull a Miko.

… and now some are considering bringing them out with them.

Buddy fan almost as much as they do with the bots and some cons are now afraid of getting the feral human on them.

But Buddy has also thrown rocks at certain cons out of pure spite.

Buddy throwing some rocks at Breakdown: “SWALLOW YOUR PRIDE AND JOIN US!” Breakdown looking at the human questioning: “What?” Buddy still chucking rocks: “YOU COULD BE A GREAT AUTOBOT WITH YOUR POTENTIAL! BRING KNOCKOUT TOO!” Knockout: “I think this human lost it.” Buddy: “DO NOT LET YOUR MAN GO OUT HUNTING THAT TRAITOROUS SPIDER!” Arcee: “Finally something we agree on.”

[judesmoonbeauty]

The Robin’s Unaware of Ultimate Evil Behind The Scenes: Jude Jazza Epilogue

Fan translation only. Not 100% accurate. Please expect grammatical errors. Cybird owns everything. Feel free to re-blog, but please do not post my translations elsewhere. Thank you, for your support! ☾.

And thanks to @.kurishiri for tl feedback! CW: Fluffy hand holding & forehead flicking Please note: The epilogue is from Kate's POV.

(Jude seems to be in a somewhat good mood….)

Perhaps because I had been running after drinking, but the night breeze that hit my buzzed body felt good.

I asked Jude jokingly but—

(I thought he’d say not to get carried away, or play it off, but I never expected him to hold my hand.)

The warmth that comes from his much larger hand feels comforting to me,

Maybe it’s because he hasn’t let go, so I hide my gaze, and savor this unusual joy.

(A lots happened today….)

The instant I saw that man buy those drugs, I felt a sense of duty to stop it, so I asked the others for help.

To ensure his arrest, I had the others in hiding…..

(Still, I felt very anxious.)

Courage is required to fight a problem that’s usually handled by Crown —

(That’s why I was truly relieved that Jude helped me.)

I was startled when the glass broke, but when I looked up it was him.

(I’m really glad he was there.)

When I think about it, he always shows up and helps me when I'm in a pinch.

(He’s got a foul mouth, a foul attitude, and he enjoys tormenting people but…..)

He’s also a very kind and compassionate person.

I’ve come to understand that during our time we’ve spent together.

I suddenly look up at the brightly shining moon, and I recall the first time we met.

(I was so scared at the time that I couldn’t even properly look at Jude.)

Kate: Jude.

Jude: ….What is it.

There had been something that had bothered me for a long time, but I had  held back.

Kate: What did you think of me when we first met?

Jude: Hah?

He stops in his tracks while I take a step forward, our hands connecting us like a thread.

He looked at our hands with a troubled expression and opened his mouth —

Jude: Thatcha were an unlucky woman.

Kate: Huh?

Jude: ‘N a trespasser.

Jude: Is it normal for someone who’s deliverin’ letters to enter a home without permission.

Kate: Well….

(I can't say anything back because it's true that I entered….)

When I entered the mansion it was like I was being guided somewhere, perhaps my fate was decided from that moment on.

Jude: Whatcha askin’ for, ya feelin’ drowned in sentimentality.

Kate: No….maybe it’s just because I met up with someone I knew for the first time in a while,

Kate: But I suddenly remembered that moment, and I was so scared that I couldn’t bear it. I really thought I was going to die.

A corpse lay before me, and Crown was surrounding me.

All of them were terrifying.

Kate: But oddly enough, I don’t have any regrets about being here.

Kate: Otherwise, I’d still be in the dark about things.

Nowadays, it’s become commonplace to see corpses lying in front of me or to be surrounded by Crown.

Kate: Besides, I’m glad I met you Jude.

His eyes widened as he gripped my hand unsually tightly, and I couldn’t help but smile.

Kate: I mean that from the bottom of my heart.

(Every time I experience his kindness, I feel like I’m glad I know him.)

It’s a bit embarrassing to say something I normally wouldn’t.

Maybe it’s because I’m slightly buzzed it’s easier to say.

I heard a large sigh as I smiled.

Kate: Why do you look so exasperated.

Jude: ‘Cause yer optimism’s annoyin’.

Jude: It’s nice bein’ a princess, ya don’t hafta think ‘bout anythin’, ‘n everyday’s peaceful.

Jude: You’ve seen so many shitty things ‘n yet ya can say that.

Kate: That’s harsh, I do so think about lots of things.

Jude: Yeah, yeah, I agree.

Jude: Ya smell like alcohol, ya drunk.

Just as I was a bit huffed from letting my feelings get the better of me, he suddenly stepped forward, side by side while holding hands.

(That…?)

Surprised that we were walking at the same pace, I looked at his profile.

However, he seemed to be acting the same as always, and when I noticed his small kindness, I became happy again and gripped his hand.

Kate: Hehe…

Jude: Why ya makin’ so many faces.

He flicked me in the forehead with his free hand’s finger.

Kate: OUCH! That’s mean!

Jude: It’s ‘cause I’m angry.

Kate: I’ll do it to you too!

Jude: Do it if ya can.

I tried to fight back with one hand, but it was quickly caught,

Jude: Look, it’s all over.

Kate: ! I’m absolutely going to do it one day.

When I uttered my sharp line, he let go of my hand —

(Ah…..)

Perhaps it looked like I felt lonely because he took my hand again interlacing our fingers, and smiled crookedly.

Jude: Idiot.

(As I thought, I’m glad we met.)

My heart pounded as I saw him illuminated by the moonlight.

Jude: What's with all the faces Me: Bro, you've got no room to talk. Have you seen your sprite expressions? Seems like Jude's Kate is not only a bad ass, but a mood just like him.

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