#its about wanting to get on a plane and leave for something better

[offdxty]

Both men seem to reside within their thoughts for a few, long moments; Silence stretches, the sound of rain colliding with a variety of surfaces ever-present now because of the opened window, humid air mixing into what had smelled so sterile before.

And Kane takes it in, inhales the scent of water, of grass, of moisture as his hand keeps collecting what falls from the sky - the small puddle overflows at times, causing some of that water to fall away from his skin while new droplets join the others, creating a circle that keeps flowing, keeps existing, goes on and on and on.

---There's something to it, to the sensation of that water covering his naked arm, the smell of the air filling his nostrils, the cold breeze hitting naked skin; It's hard to describe, and Kane himself isn't too sure what it is exactly... but the longer he sits here, the better he feels - to be in contact with it, with something else than purified oxygen lacking of most natural substances, sterile and void, almost feels...

...Rejuvenating.

Such a precise word it is, a term that Kane's pretty sure he's never used for anything ever before, and yet it just appears and stays, lingers. And no, he does not believe that he's getting younger here, not at all; It's more about the experience as a whole, the effect it seems to have on his system - his breathing, his heartbeat, his mind.

As if he's... consuming, like he consumes information - taking what is given to him, soaking it all up like he's a sponge rather than the (un)perfect mirror of a human. Taking, taking, taking - feeling more, more and more; Experiencing something primal, perhaps - something deeply natural, in a way that wouldn't be as impressive to listen to if it were to be put into actual words.

---Perhaps none of this is human to begin with. Perhaps none of what Kane, not-Kane, it, goes through at this very moment, experiences with the whole of his existence, is.

Maybe it's inhuman. Maybe it's... more than that.

A deep inhale when another breeze makes its way inside, followed by eyelids fluttering close, lips remaining parted. Kane allows another second to pass, turning it into one more minute, before his eyes open and his gaze lingers on his palm, his digits, his arm; Only when Harrow speaks he's looking away, blinkling once as shimmering eyes are on him now instead of his limb...

Their gazes meet, accompanied by softness within black pupils, a focus that seems to return at the spoken words; As if Kane is... slipping back into reality, in some way, followed by dark brows knitting ever so gently, an obvious thought-process happening behind the plane of his forehead.

---He's not sure if he's truly getting any of what Dr. Harrow has just voiced into the silence between them, but he... likes them, those spoken words - the way they seem to melt into one another, flow in a way that feels comfortable... beautiful, even.

"...I don't think he did."

Poetry doesn't feel familiar, nor is Kane's mind coming up with something; It tells him that other-Kane might've not been one to enjoy such things in life - or, if he did, he didn't do it enough to leave an impression behind that Kane, not-Kane, it, managed to copy during the short amount of time it had been given.

Another blink, a brief lift of one of those brows...

"---But I think he liked to read books." It feels right, in a way - might be what makes Kane want to do as well. "I think he liked reading in general; I ... I think I would like to read a book myself at some point. Those magazines they've given me... ---They were alright, but they're... lacking of something, you know? It doesn't feel as good as I imagine books to feel. ...I think he read a lot, actually. I think he used to read whenever he had some free time."

Yeah, Kane's quite sure about it. Doesn't know why exactly, but is aware of that sensation by now - the one his mind offers to him whenever he seems to connect to what once belonged to the other man, now existing within himself, continuing to live on.

"What you said there..." A nod toward Harrow, accompanied by a hint of a smile - an actual smile, even if a little hesitant around the edges, "...Sounded beautiful. I like it. Is it a poem? ...Do you like reading poems?"

Arthur didn’t speak. He didn’t move, either, even as the wind hissed faintly through the new gap in the window. He could smell the scent of the rain in the air, filling the sterile space with ease; his cane stayed steady against his leg, one hand still loosely holding the handle. His thumb traced it absentmindedly, just watching; he was happy that Kane liked it so severely, happy that the man seemed so contented with the small trip. 

Kane’s joy was quiet, but it struck Arthur like a blow to the chest. 

The wonder, the awe, the careful way he did everything - even the hesitation before extending his arm, all of it was noted. All of it sunk into him a bit too deeply, realizing abruptly that he was seeing something amazing. He was watching someone experience the joys of the world for the very first time, watching something so gentle and kind that he barely even understood it. 

Arthur had seen men break down screaming. He had been cursed at, yelled at, punched and hit - he had been strangled, had had men try to attack his leg, one of them getting a fairly good hit to his kneecap - and this was nothing like that. This was the opposite of that. It was innocent, it was kind.

It was dangerous. 

He tilted his head as he watched, finding that he was correcting himself more than confirming previous theories. Kane’s innocence wasn’t the same as a child’s - it wasn’t brittle and unknowing. This was something… learned. Something optional, maybe. Kane had every reason to be mad, to be hateful and cruel, to fight - but he didn’t. He chose not to. He had even said so, himself - Kane wasn’t going to fight back. 

It was an innocence that was holding on, despite everything. 

Arthur’s eyes didn’t move from Kane’s face. He watched the way his lips moved, the way his breathing changed - he watched, again, as those irises bloomed with strange colors. It wasn’t a human response, he had never looked more alien - and yet, at the same time, Arthur hadn’t ever seen anything more human. 

He reminded Arthur of someone. 

The thought was unwanted, unbidden. But Arthur had seen wonder like this, before - he had seen it on someone who hadn’t lived long enough to lose it. Someone who had laughed and ran as they touched the ocean for the first time - someone who hid from thunderstorms, but looked forward to how the water would pool outside, so they could dirty their clothes by splashing in puddles. 

Someone who was long dead. Death claimed everyone, in the end - it was the one promise in the world, the one thing that the universe could never stop. Everyone died. 

Arthur looked away briefly, exhaling gently. The protective ache in his chest was something he wanted to reject wildly, despite knowing he was unable. It always ended in ruin, it always did - and yet he always pushed past that knowledge, too. This would hurt. He was signing himself up, to hurt - because what were the options for the ending of this? Kane being killed for research? Kane living his life in quarantine, for safety? There weren’t happy endings, not here. 

Perhaps that was what angered him at night. Kane deserved a happy ending, and he wouldn’t get one. He wouldn’t get anything past these little joys - he was alive, certainly, but he’d never get the chance to live. 

Maybe that was just the fate of anyone who held onto their innocence. 

Arthur's eyes eventually returned to Kane, watching him crouched at the window. Watching the water pool in his palm, watching it fall down to the ground. He shifted again, still in the cheap plastic chair, though his leg was bothering him a bit less; there was something calming in watching the other. 

“And I have felt a presence that disturbs me,” Arthur mused, “With the joy of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime of something far more deeply interfused.” His gaze remained steady, careful. “William Wordsworth. It’s what you look like, with the rain.” 

Maybe Kane wouldn’t understand that - and that was fine. It was a break in professionalism, unfortunately - perhaps it was Arthur confessing to such a break. He wasn’t looking at a subject at all, anymore - and it was alarming how quickly that had happened.

It was the sort of thing that needed to end in him submitting a form, confessing to the possibility of having his mind altered by Kane in some way - but he wouldn’t. 

“Did Kane read any poetry?” he continued, for no true reason. Curiosity, and nothing else. “Do you remember any?” 

[yanderedrabbles]

Foreign Yandere x Air Hostess Reader

He's beyond shady. Got connections and friends in all the lowest places. But you're just a little too slow to realise it.

Foreign Yandere who sees you for the first time on his first flight out of the country. He’s a sketchy guy, got a pack of fake passports in a hidden compartment in his bag, but you smile at him like you don’t see the tattoos, the scarred knuckles, the too quick hands.

Oh, you’re pretty. All the cabin crew are, but you’re something new. Exotic almost. Got him wondering exactly how different you are in bed too, got him wondering if you’d put up a fuss if he cornered you in the bathroom. Hell, you might like it. Folk always said foreign girls were down for so much more.

It’s a long-haul flight and your supervisor is bitchy about damn near everything you do. Passengers aren’t much better after twelve hours with their legs cramped up and only shitty plane chow to eat. He can see it wearing on you, can see the way your smile gets tighter after every too sharp complaint. Makes him want to beat their faces into a pulp.

His last straw comes at hour sixteen, when you’re clearly exhausted and one passenger just won’t let up. Practically screaming at you about not getting his specially ordered meal. You’re dealing with it as best you can, but everyone has a limit. He can see the tears starting to brim behind your waterline, can see you struggling to fight them back.

He stands so fast that his seat mate actually flinches. Comes to stand behind you and glares at the troublemaker. The man doesn’t let up, just switches his anger to him.

“You got a problem, huh?”

Foreign Yandere who doesn’t have a lot of English, but he knows a threat when he hears one. He leans down, shoots the man a smile filled with all the menace of a streetfighter.

“What did you say to me?” he asks, in his own language. It isn’t the standard dialect. It’s the regional kind, the type that’s as rough ‘round the edges as its speakers.

The man quails.

 “Sorry,” he mutters. But that’s not good enough.

Foreign Yandere who jerks his head at you, his message clear even across the language barrier.

Apologise to her.

The guy does. Red in the face, resentful about it, spitting his sorry through his teeth like an insult.

You look up at him, the foreigner with the hard eyes, and thank him. In his own language.

Your accent is thick, the pronunciation too rounded on the vowels. But he’ll be damned if it ain’t just fucking adorable.

“Anytime,” he tells you.

It’s not long after he’s back in his seat that you bring him a complimentary cup of coffee and a muffin. The good stuff too, not the swill that usually gets served in economy. He grabs your wrist before you can leave, grip just a little too tight without meaning to be.

“Can I see you again?”

Your grasp of the language isn’t the best, and it takes you a minute to puzzle out what he's asked. When you finally get it, you smile at him and shake your head. Rueful.

“Against company policy to meet the passengers after the flight ends.”

He lets it go. Sighs and says he understands, wouldn’t want to get you in trouble. A surprisingly polite answer from a man who looks like he never hears the word no without following it with a punch to the teeth.

But he doesn’t let it go. Not really. After the plane is deboarded, he skips lines and almost skips customs to keep his eye on you. When you get into a shuttle bus with the rest of your coworkers, he takes careful note of the hotel name scrawled on the side.

His business goes well - if you can call smuggling business that is. The boys he’s dealing with have their own plane to get him home. The kind of small jet that never lands at any airport marked on a map. He slips them all a little something extra under the table and asks if he can bring a guest.

“Will they be conscious?”

He grins. “Not if I can help it.”

Getting you is the tricky part. He borrows a suit and cleans himself up. Shows up at the hotel desk in the middle of the night and tells them he’s here to pick you up for an unscheduled early flight. He knows your name, your company, even your damn rank in the crew. Everything he says checks out. And if the receptionist that calls you thinks he looks a little rough to be a driver, she doesn’t mention it.

You show up with your uniform a tiny bit askew and a sock sticking out of your suitcase. You must have scrambled out of bed without even bothering to double check with your supervisor. Good. The less people that know the better.

He mostly keeps his back to you. Doesn’t want you to recognise him too soon. He shouldn’t have worried. You’re too jetlagged and blurry eyed to even recognise your own mother.

It’s only when you’re in his car and speeding down the wrong highway that you start to get suspicious. Start to come awake fully.

“Which company did you say you work for again?”

He doesn’t reply. You’re going to have to put more effort into learning and speaking his language. No point encouraging you by answering.

“Excuse me?”

You lean forward to get his attention and when he hears your little gasp, he knows the game is up. That you recognise him. Honestly, he’s a little offended that it took you this long. He could keep track of you through a sea of faces back at the airport after all.

“Listen, I don’t know why you’re here. But please stop the car.”

See? You’re speaking his language a bit better already.

“No chance sweetheart. You’re coming home with me.”

He can almost admire your guts when you go straight for the door, despite the speedometer showing over 200. Locked of course. He’s not an idiot.

When he finally arrives at the hangar, it takes him and two other thugs to finally hold you still.

“Fucking feisty thing,” one of them snarls when you land a good kick to his knee.

When he finally manages to prick the injection into your neck, you’re crying so hard that your mascara is running.

“You put up a good fight baby,” he comforts you as you go limp in his arms. “But I just want this more than you.”

His buddies smirk when they look at your body sprawled out on the seat.

“Nice catch. I’m mad I didn’t see her first.”

“You gonna be nice and share?”

That makes him grin. “We’ll see. If she’s too much to handle, well…”

That makes them snicker.

You shouldn’t assume someone’s a thug just ‘cause of the way they look. But in his case, those scars weren’t earned through gentle accidents.

And when he gets you home, someplace probably tropical, someplace where a missing foreigner isn't that surprising a thing, he'll show you exactly how dangerous it is to smile at a criminal and expect him to just let it go.

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Ferine.

Pairing: Yandere!Toji x Reader (JJK).

Word Count: 4.1k.

TW: Hybrid AU, Non/Con, Fem!Reader, Slight Manipulation, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Knotting, Mentions of Blood + Violence, Slight Breeding, and Biting.

Toji was, by far, the largest hybrid you’d ever taken care of.

Which, technically speaking, wasn’t that big of an accomplishment. This was barely your third month at the research facility, and you could count the number of hybrids you’d encountered before being hired here on a single hand. Still, even compared to the other wolves you currently looked after, Toji was beyond impressive. His long, pointed ears and stocky build set him well above six-foot, and even if he’d lacked height, he would’ve been able to make up for it with the planes of sculpted muscle circled around his biceps and thighs, laid over his chest and back. Top it all off with a set of claws each longer than your pointer finger and sharp enough to pierce reinforced steel, and he was practically fit for exhibit. Not that Toji could ever actually be a show dog, no – he’d tear the judges apart before they’d so much as heard his name. He was sweet, but he had a temper. You had to be careful not to set him off.

His fangs were impressive, too – perfectly in-tact despite years of less-than-adequate care, only a touch duller than a real wolf’s. You were careful not to let your hand stray from where it cupped his cheek as you looked for signs of damage or rot only to, of course, come up empty. The longer you spent with him, the more convinced you were that nothing could actually hurt Toji, even if the faded scar stitched into the corner of his mouth suggested otherwise.

“All done,” you started, letting go of his cheek. Immediately, Toji’s jaw snapped shut with enough strength to take off a finger, had you given him the chance. “Perfect as always, Toji. I think you might be my best patient.”

A cocky smile found its way to his lips, and you could hear his tail beating lazily against the dirt floor of his enclosure. The facility was committed to replicating the natural environments of their more exotic hybrids as closely as possible, even if Toji claimed he’d trade it all for a punching bag, or better yet, something ‘real’ to dig his teeth into, whatever that meant. “Do I get a treat, doc?”

It was asked playfully, but still, you hummed by way of confirmation, pulling your duffle bag into your lap and fishing Toji’s well-earned rewards – a generic chocolate bar and a can of some painfully acidic, sickeningly sweet brand of soda your hybrid patients couldn’t seem to get enough of. It was a meager prize, but it was as much as you were able to spare considering how strict his caretakers were when it came to his diet. You’d probably save yourself a few dirty looks if you didn’t give him anything at all, but it didn’t feel right to leave him empty-handed.

He accepted your humble offering greedily. While the chocolate bar was stowed away for later consumption, the can was pierced with a clawed thumb and emptied in one long, unpleasantly audible swig. You’d only started to push yourself to your feet when Tojj finished, letting the now empty can fall to the ground before turning his attention back to you. “It hurts my feelings, knowing you’re just gonna run off and put your hands on another animal.” His ear pressed flat against his scalp, as if he was trying (and failing) to feign disappointment. “If I didn’t know better, I’d start to think you didn’t really care about all the time we’ve spent together.”

“You’re not exactly in desperate need of medical attention,” you chided, throwing your bag over your shoulder. “And I’m on a schedule. Not all of us can sit around, grooming ourselves all day.”

That earned a breathy laugh, a coy lilt to his smile. “Well, if you wanted to take a shot at it, I wouldn’t—”

“Save it. I get enough of that with the cats.” Just thinking about it made you grimace. It was one thing to think that Toji might bite you. Knowing Satoru and Suguru – the bonded leopard and panther pair who shared a check-up date with Toji – would insist on licking any exposed skin raw before letting you do your job was a much more tangible reality. “I’ll see you in a couple of days. You’ll be good until then, right?”

“I’m gonna gut those fucking strays.” His answer was blunt, immediate, but he cracked as soon you shot him a purse-lipped frown. “Kidding, kidding. I’ll just rough ‘em up a little – make ‘em regret putting their paws on you, y’know?”

You couldn’t help but soften. Toji was rough around the edges, but he wasn’t a bad dog. He just had a protective streak and that, paired with his brash personality and tendency to bite before he barked, was enough for most people to write him off.

You really did have a long, long list of other appointments you had to get to before the end of the day, but against your better judgement, you paused as you passed him, reaching down to rake your fingers through sleek black hair. He was stoic, especially for a hybrid, but even his cool, dark eyes and wry smile couldn’t hide the way his tail moved just a little faster at the feeling of your nails raking over his scalp, his ears immediately perking up. It only took a second for him to bat your hand away, but you only laughed as you started towards the staff exit, waving to Toji over your shoulder.

Maybe, for his next check-up, you’d see if you could sneak in something special.

~

“Your mutt’s been unruly, lately.”

You glanced up from your clipboard, turning your full attention to Nanami and quickly finding that he hadn’t paid you the same courtesy. He was one of the senior researchers and, so far, the only one you could stand to be around for any longer than a few minutes. Since the higher-ups expected you to fill out your reports with one hand while you took a four-hundred-pound tiger’s temperature with the other, you tended to camp out in Nanami’s office when you had paperwork to file. “Toji?” Nanami nodded, and you rolled your eyes. “I’m just the vet, Kento. If his handlers aren’t doing their—”

“The problem isn’t his handlers, it’s him.”

His voice was flat, his tone icy. You laid your clipboard over your lap, crossing your arms over your chest. “He’s an animal. It’d be more out of character if he didn’t lash out occasionally.”

Nanami opened his mouth, but closed it just as quickly. After a lengthy pause, he leaned back in his seat, bringing a hand to his temples and massaging absentmindedly. “Do you know why he hasn’t been released back into the wild, yet?”

Obviously. Working with hybrids – let alone exotic hybrids – was dangerous, and your debriefing had drilled the face, name, and background of every animal in the facility into your memory. “He was born in captivity. He’s too acclimated to human society to adjust to the wilderness.”

Nanami pressed his lips into a thin line – an expression you’d learned to read as ‘you’re right, but I’m not going to say that’. Still, a degree of satisfaction accompanied his silent confirmation. “He was found in a dog fighting ring – or, what was left of one, at least. It took three rounds of sedation and two broken muzzles before our recovery team was able to get him under control.”

A knot formed at the base of your throat. Fuck chocolate, Toji deserved a blanket and as many hugs as he would let you give him. “That’s terrible, Kento. Were the organizers arrested?”

“The organizers—” Nanami straightened. “—were found mauled and stuffed into a kennel. Their bodies were so thoroughly mutilated, we had to rely on blood samples to identify them.”

“Wolves aren’t known for attacking unprovoked. It could’ve been another—”

“One of his handlers is currently hospitalized,” Nanami went on, as if you hadn’t cut in. “And two have already turned in their resignations – a resounding fear for their welfare in the workplace, supposedly.”

Your eyes fell to the floor, and that knot in your throat tightened until only the barest whisper could find its way out. “He’s not a bad dog,” you muttered, nearly under your breath. “He just— He loses his temper, sometimes. He doesn’t mean to hurt anymore.”

“He’s never tried to hurt you?”

You didn’t have to think before shaking your head. “Never.”

That, of all things, seemed to catch Nanami’s attention. For the first time, his eyes flickered briefly to you before falling back to his desk, his paperwork. “Good,” he said, marking down something on a piece of scrap paper in front of him. If he felt the need to elaborate, he clearly didn’t deem it worth the effort.

Later that day, you were informed that you were being transferred to the reptile wing indefinitely. If you’d been there for a few more months, if you’d had a little more experience to throw around, if you’d had a little more authority, you might’ve protested, but it was all you could do to nod and set to memorizing your new schedule.

~

It took exactly three weeks for you to see Toji again.

One of his handlers – a woman in her early twenties sporting a pressed scowl and a gauze-padded bandage on her cheek – met you at the facility’s gates and flatly told you that Toji was injured. You’d never been in the facilities (much less with a hybrid) after sundown, and in the simulated wilderness of his enclosure, it was easy to forget that you were never more than twenty feet away from a security camera, that there was only one apex predator you had to be afraid of. After checking your usual meeting spot (clear spot near the center of his enclosure – neutral territory, safe territory) and finding it vacant, you reluctantly stumbled your way to his den, dragging your feet despite the urgency of the situation. Toji wouldn’t deliberately attack you, but any animal could react if provoked. You didn’t want to set him off. More importantly, you didn’t want to prove Nanami right.

You’d never ventured far enough to see his den, but you knew what to expect. A square shell of cement occupied the deepest corner of Toji’s enclosure, bracketed off by a metal door tucked inside of a deep entryway meant to give the illusion of privacy. You approached it slowly, stepping underneath the shadowed overhang with no small amount of caution, but you didn’t get the chance to knock before a hand manifested on your shoulder and shoved you against the cold steel.

Claws bit into to the dip of your shoulder, then your wrist, too, as he caught your hand and shoved it into the small of your back. You felt hot air on the nape of your neck, heard heavy panting laced with the barest trace of a throaty growl, and it took everything you had not to panic, not to struggle, not to give him a reason to dig his teeth into your neck and tear. Toji wasn’t a bad dog, but he was still a dog. He’d still bite, if given an excuse.

“Toji,” you started, slowly, taking care to soften each harsh syllable of his name. “I’m here to help you.”

He didn’t respond, his hold only tightening. His check pressed into your back, and there was a short, airy noise – sniffing, as little as you wanted to put a name to it. “Toji,” you repeated, with more urgency. “I heard you were hurt. Will you let me help you?”

A second passed in silence, then another. Finally, he pulled away from you, releasing your wrist first, then your shoulder. He remained where he was – a little too close, a little too looming – as you shuffled to face him, forcing yourself not to consciously acknowledge that you were in a very big cage with a very poorly behaved animal. His handlers hadn’t mentioned why they’d needed you, but you didn’t have to wonder for very long. Even in the pitch dark, you could see the dark blood covering his jaw, washed over his throat and chest. It was on his hands, too, coating the white bone of his claws, and matted into his dark hair. Your waning self-control faltered then shattered altogether, your hands shooting to his head, his face, searching for bruising or swelling or broken bones, but surprisingly, all your worry earned was an airy laugh. “It’s not mine, doc.” He laid a hand over yours. “I’m doin’ just fine. Even better, now that you’re here.”

But he wasn’t. Twin sets of puncture marks were littered across his throat, his face, his arms. Something had taken a chunk out of his left bicep, and five matching scratch marks had been etched deep into the skin of his chest. The wounds looked feline, but you couldn’t bring yourself to linger on the implications. “You’re hurt,” you muttered, more to yourself than to him. Your hands fell to his shoulders, pushing him downward gently. “I— I’ve got bandages, and sutures—” You let your bag fall from your shoulder to your elbow, already reaching for the zipper. “Find somewhere to sit. We should get you cleaned up before something worse sets in.”

Panic was quickly overshadowing your better judgement, but Toji didn’t move, didn’t look away from you. He was still wearing that coy, sardonic grin – almost teasing, given your anxiety. “I already told you, I’m just fine.” His smile widened, until his pointed fangs caught in the dim light. “I didn’t think you’d actually come. They said I could ask for whatever I wanted, but—” He paused, sucked in a sharp breath. “I didn’t think you’d actually come.”

“Toji, you’re not making any sense. You need help.” Again, you pushed gently on his shoulders, and again, he didn’t seem to notice. This time, though, he shifted, leaned toward you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You scowled, shoving a little less gently on his chest, but Toji didn’t move. “Toji, please, just let me help—”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, princess.” You felt his hands on your waist, then your ass. His chest was slotted against yours, and his tongue ran unabashedly over the curve of your neck once, then twice before he went on. “Keep sayin’ my name like that, and I won’t be able to control myself.”

Something pressed into your thigh – hot and hard and, like the rest of Toji, fucking huge. Your heart fell into your stomach, the air flooding out of your lungs and leaving you dazed, breathless.

Fuck. Fuck.

You should’ve stuck with the fucking reptiles.

Toji was panting audibly, again; his tongue lapping over your neck, your cheek. You were still cursing yourself for ever applying for this shitty job in the first place when Toji fell to his knees, forcing your thighs onto his shoulders as his claws caught on the fabric of your pants, decimating the thin material in an instant. His teeth tore away your panties just as quickly, leaving you exposed, splayed out on a silver platter in front of him. You reacted reflectively – knotting your fingers in his hair and doing your best to pry him away from you, but your strength was nothing compared to his and in the end, all you earned was a throaty groan, a tight squeeze to your ass before he buried his face in your cunt. His teeth grazed against the tender insides of your thighs, his claws biting into your now-unprotected skin, but the feeling of his tongue laving over the length of your slit replaced every other sensation with pure heat.

Predictably, he was near animalistic – his thick tongue fucking into you as the bridge of his nose ground shamelessly into your clit. From a distance, it would’ve been hard to tell if he was trying to eat you out or eat you alive; every noise he made feral and wet, punctuated with rough growls and little, uncharacteristic whines. It would’ve been impossible not to feel anything, but still, you couldn’t help but hate yourself when it started to feel good. His tongue was thick and textured, long enough to fill your pussy and flexible enough to curl inside of you, abusing the walls of your cunt without mercy. It was difficult to tell how much of the gloss staining his chin and the inside of your thighs was his drool and how much of it was your arousal, but even if your mind was disgusted by every slick noise and sharp flick of his tongue, there was nothing your body could do to block out the sudden pang of heat in your core, to fight the way your legs ached to clench around his head and pull the source of your revulsion that much closer.

“To—Toji, no, st—” you tried to say, like you were scolding a normal dog, like any part of you still thought he was listening. A cracked moan cut you off prematurely, and even if it hadn’t, Toji’s only response was a bruising squeeze to your ass, a low moan just loud enough to reverberate against your sensitive clit. Blinding white flashed across your vision, and before you could stop, before you could bring yourself back from that edge, you were coming undone on his tongue, your hips bucking against his face as he nursed you through your mind-numbing climax. Rather than pull away, he forced his tongue that much deeper into your pussy – taking advantage of your hypersensitivity to drag another unwilling orgasm out of you, then another, until the dried blood smeared across his lips was tacky and dripping onto your skin. He only pulled away when your little, pained sounds began to die into half-choked pleas and your limited strength failed, leaning you limp and boneless on top of him, and even then, he took the time to drag his tongue over your slit, to lap up what would’ve been wasted slick. You would’ve given anything for him to just leave you like that – messy and covered in your own arousal, but unfortunately, Toji had never been a bad dog.

His gaze flitted up to meet yours. “Sorry, princess,” he muttered, when he saw the misery knitted into your expression. The broad grin he wore was anything but apologetic, though. “Might’ve gotten carried away after all. Can’t help it – you always come to me, smellin’ like other men, and nobody ever lets me do anything about it.” He nuzzled into the inside of your thigh, nipping at the tender flesh with just enough force to break the skin. There was a tight pinch, of bright spark of pain, but Toji tended to the minimal wound lovingly, running his tongue over the thin stream of blood. “Gonna have you nice n’ scented by the end of the night.” A sharp whimper slipped past your grit teeth as the points of his fangs grazed over your skin, and Toji sighed. “Gonna have you nice n’ bred, too, if you keep making those sounds.”

Bred. Bred. Bred. You turned the offensive word over in your mind, unable to grasp what it possibly could’ve meant, as Toji carefully lowered you onto the ground – never so much as toying with the idea of fucking you into anything other than the cold, raw earth. It wasn’t until his clawed hand fell to the hard, pulsing cock standing stiffly between his legs that you were able to fully process what he’d said, what he was threatening to do to you. Your thoughts went blank, your years of veterinary school and countless hours of animal-handling training and common sense all dissolving into total nonexistence in an instant. It didn’t matter that he was taller than you, stronger than you – you were already throwing your full weight against him, scratching at his chest with your blunt nails, doing everything in your so incredibly limited power just to get away from him. Your latest wave of resistance wasn’t enough to overwhelm him, but it earned a frustrated rumble at the base of his throat, a downward quirk to his cocky smile. Your nails caught one of the puncture marks on his cheek and, reflexively, he straightened his back, brought his hand to his face, left just enough space between your body and his for you to roll onto your chest and scramble desperately towards freedom. You’d barely gotten your knees underneath you when his hand lashed out, catching you by the collar and forcing your cheek into the soil. His chest pressed into your back, his legs caging yours in on either side, and worst of all, his cock throbbed against your ass – somehow, impossibly, harder than it’d been a few seconds ago. You might’ve jotted it down as an impressive display of canine resilience, if you hadn’t felt so desolated.

“Shoulda figured you wouldn’t make this easy on yourself.” His voice was rougher than it had been, but no less self-satisfied. That made sense. Wolves were endurance predators. He would’ve come into this expecting there to be a struggle. “I thought you’d be more of a mate than a bitch, but—” He paused, his mouth settling against the nape of your neck. “—either’s fine by me.”

You clenched your eyes shut. “Please, Toji, don’t do—”

But, it was already too late. He rutted your ass once, then twice, before his tip caught on the entrance to your abused pussy and he was inside of you, fully sheathed without a trace of resistance.

Toji was big, even for a hybrid. He was a hunter, tried and true, all muscle and agility and pure, unfaltering strength. Even with his generous (albeit, unwelcomed) prep, it was all you could do to convince yourself that his cock wouldn’t tear you apart. He was thick enough to press against every soft and sensitive spot inside of you, long enough to leave a tight knot of pressure sitting in the pit of your stomach, and when he started to move, pulling out slowly before slamming back in, the force alone was enough to scatter little black spots in the corner of your vision and leave you hazy, light-headed. The way he was fucking into you didn’t help anything, either. Keening whines slipped out of some deep, feral pocket of his chest as he took advantage of your vulnerable cunt, alternating between grinding into you with a desperate sort of clinginess and trying to bully his way that much deeper with bruising, brutal thrusts. One arm wrapped around your midriff, dragging you even close to him, while a groping hand found the delicate buttons of your top and tore, ridding you of what was left of your protection against him. He kneaded half-consciously at your chest as he fucked into you; his own pleasure suddenly his only priority.

His selfishness should’ve been a welcome change, but you were too far gone, your body too eager to find a silver lining to his rough affection. Your hands clawed mindlessly at the ground as he pumped into you, the heat of his body against yours clouding your senses and making the feeling of cock stretching you open, his dull head pounding against your cervix all the more unbearable. You doubted he’d be able to talk, even if he’d had anything left to say, but he was still vocal enough. Raspy groans and harsh grunts rung distantly in your ears, his calloused hands groping mercilessly at your chest, your stomach, your waist. Finally, his thumb found its way to your neglected clit, and with less than a full second of stimulation, you were buckling into yourself, clamping down around his cock with a fractured whimper. As humiliated as you were, Toji wasn’t far behind. With something between a moan and a howl, he was cumming inside of you – predictably making no attempt to pull out. Something hot and vile flooded into you, but it was hard to focus on that when you could feel something hard and bloated and wrong press into your entrance. Toji’s breath hitched as he forced his knot into your tight cunt, and whatever hope you had for coming out of this unscathed curled up and died inside of you.

You could feel him slacken on top of you. You almost thought he would collapse like that, leave you locked to him and trapped under his weight, but instead, he nuzzled against the crook of your neck, his fangs ghosting over your throat before sinking into the soft flesh just underneath your jugular. He stayed like that, his knot splitting open your pussy and his teeth buried in your neck, until you lost any hope of him ever pulling away.

Exhausted, you shut your eyes, sinking into yourself. You’d been right, in a way. Toji wasn’t a bad dog.

He was just a terrible terrible man.

[angrythingstarlight]

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DJt1UWoxhCl/?igsh=M3drNndlcTdsYXQy

This is such a Bucky and sweet Bee thing 😂🥹🥰 like did you ghostwrite or manifest this reel 😅

Bucky and our sweet Bee have been co-conspirators since she was born.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, daughter nicknamed Bumblebee

CW: Fluff

WC: 1k

A/N: Part of the Bumblebee series.

You have to keep a constant eye on these two because the second you’re not paying attention, they’re up to something. Running off to some store or looking up how much a baby highland cow costs. And how to sneak said baby highland cow into the house.

Last week, you overhead them plotting ways to get you on the jet so they could spring an impromptu vacation to the Maldives on you. Bucky tossed out the idea of simply tossing you over his shoulder and taking you on the jet. Bee approved. And what Bee wants, Bee gets. Or so Bucky told you as he carried you to the plane.

The next night all of you were at a new restaurant, you wait until the orders placed and the drinks on their way to go the restroom. You leave Bee digging through your purse for her stash of crayons while Bucky places a few cloth napkins in front of her.

You're gone for less than five minutes. Just five.

You come back to an empty table and a wide eyed, slightly nervous waiter telling you that your husband and child will be back soon.

Bucky has Bee answer the phone when you call. The conversation is all too familiar. They’ve done this before.

He listens in, ignoring the salespeople rushing around him trying to locate the exact pieces he custom ordered before the jet landed.

“Hi, mommy. I can’t tells you. It’s our secrets. Okays. Yeah. My favorites too. Okays, I tells you a wittle bit. We gonna gets you—waits. Hi Papa. Okays. Mommy, we—we gonna sees you laters. Bye. Loves you.”

She hangs up, leaving you chuckling into your glass of wine.

In all fairness, Bucky doesn’t make you wait too long. The appetizers arrive just as your mobster strolls back in, everyone watching him make his back to the table.

You can’t blame them for staring. There’s something about him that’s magnetic, drawing attention effortlessly. Maybe it’s because he looks so damn good in his dark grey suit, tattoos peeking past his sleeves, and that signature smirk on his bearded face. Could be the way he’s attentively doting on the little girl in his arms that has every woman in this place swooning. Bee is adorable in her fluffy white and pink striped dress, her head tilted back as she talks, a small white bag with a black logo in her hand.

Bee stops mid-sentence when she sees you, a smile brightens her face. “Hi Mommy.”

“Hey sweet Bee.”

Bucky leans down, setting her on the chair next to you, leaning over to sweep his lips across yours. “Hi Malyshka,” he murmurs with a teasing grin.

“James.” Your eyes roll, but he can read you better than his favorite book, he knows you’re happy to see him and that you’re curious about what they did. He gives you another kiss before he takes his seat. His blue eyes flicker between you and Bee. She’s squeezing the bag between her hands, brimming with excitement, he gives her a brief nod.

Bee empties the bag on the table, two small velvet boxes tumble out, one knocks against your plate with a faint clink. “Oops. I gots it,” she says, picking them up and holding them in front of your face. Little fingers wrapped around cobalt blue cloud your vision. “Prise!”

Leaning back, you take one and pop it open. Your heart melts. Just gone in a puddle of sheer happiness. In your periphery, you see Bucky, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, a pleased grin breaking through.

You want to appear unfazed, tease him a bit, tell him he can’t keep doing this. Can’t keep spoiling you like this.

But you can’t. The words won’t form.

Not when you’re gazing down at a pretty bumblebee locket, your baby’s initials etched into the hand-carved wings. Bee snaps open the other box, revealing a heart-shaped locket, lined with gorgeous pink diamonds.

“Its for us Mommy,” she says, switching the boxes and opening her locket. You gently trace a finger over the photos of you and Bucky. These are from New Year’s, you let Bee use your camera to take pictures of the city before the countdown. It wasn’t until later that you found the ones she took of you two. “You loves it?”

“I do.” Tears prick at your eyes as whatever is left of your melting heart warms your chest.

Bucky’s smirk fades into something softer, sincere. His hand brushes down your arm and he rests his chin on your shoulder. “Look at yours Malyshka,” he asks, voice deep and thoughtful.

The locket opens with a soft snick. You recognize the photos. You have them on your desk. Baby Bee and her toothless grin, the one you could never get enough of. Bucky, the night he proposed, looking up at you, the passionate emotions captured in his eyes always make your breath hitch.

“Its perfect,” you breathe out.

“Always is,” Bucky responds, his gaze drifting across your face. He can’t imagine anything more perfect than you. And little Bee.

“Thank you. This is amazing.”

Bee wiggles in her chair, legs swinging. “You welcomes.”

Bucky says nothing, happy to let his baby take all the credit. He places the locket around your neck and does the same for Bee. Topped off with a kiss on the lips for you, one on the forehead for her.

Dinner goes by too fast. Cherished memories you’re going to store away, right next to all the other incredible moments in your life. You take it all in. The delicious food is made even better by the bite or two stolen from each other’s plates. Excellent wine. Bee’s apple juice. Your hand in Bucky’s. His arm around your shoulders. The sounds of the band unnoticed over shared laughter and Bee’s wildly imaginative stories about Mr. Tato and Elmo.

And the heart-shaped locket warming against your skin as the sun sets.

Life is good.

You’ll never be able to stop these from conspiring against you, but you’re about to one-up them. Give them something that can’t be bought in stores.

[loveesiren]

ℜ𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔗𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔬𝔬

Kwon Jiyong x f!reader

a/n: I'm sorry I'm so rusty and this is so ass lol but I made my dog listen to this song on repeat on my drive home from work and it just inspired me to write some stupid lil fluff. I wanted to post something to convince myself I can still write. Sorry its bad lol I'm overwhelmed rn. if you enjoy please leave a comment. I will write better soon ugh

song: rose tattoo - dropkick murphy's

wc: 2.6k+

warnings: alcohol, drunk tattoos

“That was fucking awesome!” Jiyong groaned as he collapsed onto the velvet couch backstage, his body still buzzing with adrenaline. He ran a hand through his damp hair and took a long swig from his water bottle, letting his head fall back with a blissful sigh. His black tank top clung to him, soaked with sweat, and his heart still pounded in his chest from the high of performing.

“No one told me Ireland parties so hard…” Daesung said through a breathless laugh, toweling off his face. His hair stuck up in different directions, and his cheeks were flushed with exertion.

“They’re wild out there,” Youngbae added, chugging from his water bottle before plopping down on the floor and leaning against the couch. “The crowd was insane.”

Jiyong’s eyes lit up. “We have to go out tonight! Celebrate!”

Youngbae raised an eyebrow at him. “Celebrate what?”

Jiyong didn’t hesitate. His smile widened, softening in a way only they recognized. “Our last night in Europe. And… we’ve got a whole week off. No planes. No soundchecks. No stage makeup. Just sleep, good food, and—” His eyes turned dreamy. “—I get to see Y/n.”

The others groaned, but Jiyong didn’t care. His thoughts had already drifted back to you. The way your voice sounded on late-night calls. The blurry selfies you’d send when you missed him. The scent of your shampoo lingering on his clothes when he unpacked.

Seunghyun rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. Jiyong had been with you for six months, but he talked about you like he’d loved you for years. And maybe he had—just hadn’t met you yet. Seunghyun had seen Jiyong fall hard before, but this was different. You weren’t just some pretty distraction. You grounded him. Balanced out the chaos in his head.

He nudged Jiyong with his knee. “So what’s the plan, lover boy?”

Jiyong looked at them all with the fire of a man on a mission. “Drink with the Irish!”

-

The bar they stumbled into wasn’t the kind of place that catered to tourists. It was tucked on a side street, warm and dim, filled with heavy wooden tables, worn leather stools, and an old jukebox humming in the corner. Locals filled every seat, pints in hand, shouting over traditional music that played on a loop. It smelled like aged wood, beer, and something hearty simmering in the back.

Perfect.

No one recognized them, not really—not the older patrons, anyway. The bartender, a gruff older man with thick hands and a thick accent, didn’t flinch when Jiyong ordered a round of whiskey for the table. If anything, he seemed to appreciate the enthusiasm.

They downed their shots, the Jameson burning pleasantly down their throats, and the laughter came easily. They recounted ridiculous moments from the tour—wardrobe malfunctions, mic failures, Jiyong tripping over a stage monitor in Berlin and somehow turning it into a dance move. Every story spun them further into a haze of warmth and nostalgia.

Seunghyun sat back, watching his best friend with quiet amusement. Jiyong’s cheeks were pink now, and his eyes had gone soft and unfocused—not from the alcohol alone, but from the way he kept slipping your name into every other sentence.

“Y/n would love this bar,” he murmured at one point, twirling his glass by the rim. “She always says divey places have better energy. She’d probably be talking to that old couple over there by now. She just… connects with people like that.”

A fond smile curved his lips as he stared at nothing in particular. “I’ve been counting down the days to see her. She sent me this stupid video this morning—just her brushing her teeth and humming our song. But it made my whole day. Like, fuck the sold-out show. I just want to hear her laugh in person again.”

Daesung chuckled. “You’re so gone, man.”

“I am,” Jiyong said without shame, lifting his glass. “I’m fucking gone for her.”

-

Eventually, the whiskey had found its way into every vein, numbing limbs and loosening tongues. The bar had emptied slightly, the once-rowdy crowd thinning into pockets of quiet laughter and half-empty pint glasses. Youngbae was slumped forward at the table, head resting on folded arms, barely clinging to consciousness. Seunghyun had wandered outside for a smoke, needing air and space. Daesung was lost in animated conversation with an older Irish gentleman who reminded him of someone’s grandpa—laughing heartily and clinking glasses like old friends.

Which meant, of course, no one had been keeping an eye on Jiyong.

Tucked in the far corner of the pub, half-lit by a dim wall sconce, he sat grinning beside a stranger. The man was from London, maybe mid-thirties, rough around the edges, with inked knuckles and a travel-worn bag that doubled as a tattoo kit. He smelled faintly of cigarettes and antiseptic and was currently dragging a needle across the top of Jiyong’s left hand.

“How long ya been with her?” the man asked, his voice low and crackly as he wiped away excess ink.

Jiyong’s eyes didn’t leave his phone screen. Your face smiled up at him from the lock screen—a silly selfie you’d sent the morning after he left for tour. Your cheeks were puffy, hair tangled, eyes barely open. You were brushing your teeth with his sweatshirt hanging off one shoulder. It had made him cry the first time he saw it.

“Six months,” Jiyong murmured, heart softening. “But it feels like forever, man. She’s… fuck, she’s the love of my life.”

There was a raw, aching honesty in his voice—drunken, yes, but completely sincere.

His throat tightened as he blinked down at your photo. The distance between you wasn’t new, but tonight it felt especially unbearable. He missed your warmth, your voice humming in the dark, the way you’d touch his arm just to ground him. He missed your laugh, the way it shook your whole body when something really caught you off guard.

He missed you. All of you.

His eyes welled again.

“Oi, don’t cry now,” the man said, clearly unsure how to handle it. “Here. Have another shot, yeah? You’ll see her tomorrow.”

Jiyong nodded as he accepted the glass, knocking it back and letting the burn distract him from the knot in his chest. “Three weeks,” he whispered. “It’s been three weeks. And I’ve felt her absence every damn second.”

“Well she’ll bloody love this, mate,” the man said with a smirk, finishing the last strokes of the small rose and your name scrawled beneath it in sharp cursive. The ink was rudimentary—far from professional—but it was clear. Personal and permanent.

Jiyong stared at it with glassy eyes. The skin was red, slightly swollen, smeared with blood and ink. But there it was. Your name. On his hand. Close to his pulse. A promise etched into flesh.

“She’s always with me now,” he said softly, smiling.

“Jiyong, what the hell are you doing?” Youngbae’s voice cut through the haze as he stumbled over. Seunghyun followed right behind, a cloud of smoke still clinging to his coat.

“This is the best tattoo I’ve ever gotten!” Jiyong beamed, lifting his hand like a child showing off a finger painting.

“I’m Luke!” the British man offered with a peace sign.

Neither Youngbae nor Seunghyun acknowledged him. They were too focused on the sloppy mess of ink and blood seeping from Jiyong’s hand.

“Dude,” Youngbae hissed, grabbing his wrist carefully. “This is gonna get infected!”

“No it’s not,” Jiyong argued, clutching his hand to his chest.

“Pour some whiskey on it!” Luke slurred proudly, then immediately tilted the nearly empty Jameson bottle over Jiyong’s hand like he was salting a steak.

“Aishh, shibal!” Jiyong hissed, jerking back in pain.

“That’s it. We’re going back to the hotel,” Seunghyun said, not even giving Jiyong the option. He grabbed him by the arm, and Jiyong let himself be hauled up, still waving at Luke.

“Thanks, man! You’re a legend!” he yelled, flinging a crumpled bill over his shoulder.

-

Back at the hotel, the bathroom lights buzzed softly while steam fogged the mirror. Jiyong sat in the empty bathtub, shirtless, soaked with alcohol and happiness, while Youngbae knelt beside him like a tired nurse, scrubbing at his hand with way too much precision for someone who had been nearly unconscious an hour ago.

Seunghyun paced nearby, arms crossed and fuming. “Why the hell would you let some drunk guy in a bar tattoo you?”

Jiyong shrugged, eyes heavy and unfocused. “He offered.”

Seunghyun stared. “You do realize her name is on you. Forever. On your hand, Jiyong.”

Jiyong giggled. “Good.”

Youngbae sighed. “You two haven’t even gone public yet, man. If fans see this—”

“Let them see it.” Jiyong interjected. 

“At least he spelled her name right…” Youngbae muttered, pressing a cloth gently over the skin. “Still, this is gonna need a serious touch-up when it heals.”

Jiyong lifted his hand, his vision swimming slightly, and stared at it. The ink was messy, and the rose wasn’t even symmetrical. But your name stood out clear and proud. It didn’t need to be perfect. It was real.

“She means everything to me,” he murmured. “This… this one means the most. It stays here. For eternity.”

And then, with a dopey smile and one last look at your face on his screen, he let his eyes close and drifted off to sleep, your name resting on his heart—inked in his skin, etched in his soul.

-

Getting Jiyong onto the plane that morning was nothing short of a mission. He was groggy, half-delirious from the hangover, and very much dead weight. Youngbae had ended up tossing him over his shoulder like a sack of rice while Seunghyun coaxed a still-chatty Daesung away from a local woman he’d befriended at the airport bar.

By some miracle, they made it to their first-class seats in one piece. Jiyong immediately slumped back into his seat with a deep groan, pulling the blanket over his head like a sulking child.

Seunghyun rolled his eyes and settled in beside him, just as Jiyong’s phone started buzzing in his lap.

“Y/n’s calling you,” Seunghyun said, glancing down at the screen before nudging him.

Jiyong shot upright like he’d been electrocuted, fumbling clumsily for the phone—only to drop it straight to the floor. “Shit—fuck—wait—”

With a long-suffering sigh, Seunghyun bent down and retrieved it, sliding his thumb across the screen. “Hey, Y/n! Your boyfriend is nursing a world-class hangover,” he said, flipping the camera to reveal Jiyong, who was grinning like a fool beneath a blanket, his cheeks flushed and eyes heavy.

Jiyong struggled to bring up his left hand to wave at you, but Seunghyun caught him quickly, pressing it down discreetly to hide the tattoo.

“Baby! I miss you!” Jiyong cooed, voice still hoarse but full of warmth.

“I miss you too, Oppa,” you said through the screen, your smile melting his exhaustion in an instant. “Please try to sleep on the plane, okay?”

“I’ll make sure he does,” Seunghyun promised, flipping the camera back to himself.

You giggled when Jiyong scooted closer, resting his head on Seunghyun’s shoulder just to get back into the frame. His big, sleepy eyes blinked up at you, and you could see just how much he needed rest—but more than anything, you saw how much he needed you.

“Saranghae, Oppa!” you called, and then hung up before he could say anything else.

-

Two flights and what felt like a lifetime later, they landed in Seoul. Everyone was groggy, sore, and over it—except Jiyong. The moment his feet hit the ground, something inside him lit up.

“Hyung, where is he—?” Daesung began, looking around.

“He ran,” Seunghyun muttered, barely looking up from his phone.

Jiyong didn’t care about his bags, his entourage, or even the airport staff trying to usher him through a private exit. All he cared about was getting to you. His heart thudded in his chest like a war drum, and his legs didn’t stop moving until he was in the car, shouting your address at the startled driver.

The entire ride to your house, his leg bounced uncontrollably. He chewed on his nails. Stared out the window. Clutched his healing hand to his chest. He just needed to see you. Breathe you in. Make sure you were real again.

As soon as the car pulled into your driveway, he was out before it even stopped fully, bolting for your front door and leaving poor Jaeho to deal with your personal security.

“Jagiya! It’s me!” he called, pounding his fist against the door.

Inside, you dropped the ladle you’d been stirring soup with, the clang echoing through the house as you tore off your apron and sprinted for the door.

The moment it opened, the world disappeared.

“Ji!” you screamed, launching into his arms.

He caught you easily, wrapping you up with every ounce of longing he’d carried for the last three weeks. His face immediately buried into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your skin, pressing desperate kisses into the space where your pulse lived.

“God, baby…” he whispered, voice cracking. “I missed you so fucking much…”

His arms trembled slightly as he held you tighter. It wasn’t just relief—it was a kind of quiet desperation, the ache of missing someone so deeply that you swore your body forgot how to function without them.

You let him carry you to the couch like you weighed nothing, his body pressed flush against yours as he laid you down beneath him. His lips found your cheek, your jaw, your lips, and every sound you let out fueled him like oxygen.

As your hands moved over his body, you noticed something strange—his left hand was wrapped with gauze and medical tape.

“Ji… what happened?” you asked gently.

He paused, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh… that’s actually a surprise.”

“A surprise? You broke your hand?”

“No,” he laughed, kissing your nose. “Worse.”

He sat up a little, cradling your body with one arm as he used the other to gently unravel the bandages. The tape came off slowly, and then the gauze, revealing his tender, still-red skin.

And there it was.

Your name. Inked in bold, crooked lines beneath a simple rose.

“I was drunk,” he confessed sheepishly. “At a bar. Couldn’t stop thinking about you. Some guy had a tattoo gun and… I said fuck it. I wanted your name on me. So you’d always be with me. Even when you’re not.”

You blinked down at the fresh ink, your chest tightening. The lines were imperfect, the skin around them swollen—but it was beautiful. He had carved your name into his skin. Because he missed you that much.

“Jiyong…” you whispered, fingers lightly brushing over it. “You know the whole world’s gonna know now, right?”

A slow, proud smile stretched across his face. “Yeah… and that brings me to my next souvenir.”

He reached into his jacket pocket, digging past his passport and crumpled receipts until he pulled out a small black box.

Your heart stopped.

He flipped it open.

Inside sat a diamond ring, elegant and radiant, the center stone catching the soft light like a promise.

“Will you marry me?”

For a second, the air froze. All you could hear was your heartbeat, and the sound of Jiyong’s breathing. He looked terrified. Hopeful. So stupidly in love.

Tears blurred your vision, but your smile never faltered.

“Yes!” you cried, tackling him back onto the couch, your arms wrapped tight around his neck. You kissed every part of his face you could reach—his cheeks, his jaw, his lips, his nose.

“I love you so much,” you said between kisses.

“I love you more than anything,” he replied, arms wrapped around you like he’d never let go again.

You pulled back just enough to look at his hand again, brushing your thumb over the healing ink. “I still can’t believe you got my name tattooed…”

“Signed and sealed with blood, baby,” he grinned. “Forever.”

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[houseofblve]

wilderness baby

the wilderness chose lottie— the antler queen. a messiah must be born, and who better to bear the one destined to carry on lottie’s divine reign than the love of her life

lottie matthews x reader

tw: cult themes, religious undertones, slight mention of blood, implied pregnancy. this is kinda an au? it makes the wilderness more supernatural and explores how deeply ingrained lottie is with it, especially if she was actually antler queen. also, this definitely took a different route than i intended.

The wilderness had always whispered to her. Before the plane crash, before the blood on the snow, before the horns. But now, it screamed, not in terror, but in exultation.

And it had chosen Lottie.

She was the Antler Queen now.

The crown had grown into her—figuratively at first, then with something closer to bone. She moved through the clearing with reverence, every step silent despite the frost. The other girls knelt when she passed, eyes lowered, breath visible in the chill. They murmured prayers only the wilderness could teach.

But none of them saw her—not really. None of them knew her.

Except you.

You stood just beyond the firelight, cloaked in a deerskin Lottie had draped over your shoulders weeks ago, back when winter's bite had first settled in. You still wore it, despite the smell, despite the blood that had never quite washed out. You wore it because it was hers.

“You always stand at the edge,” she said, approaching you slowly, like a wolf that wasn’t sure if it was about to bite or beg.

You didn’t answer.

“You should come closer. The fire’s warm.” Her voice was soft, reverent.

You turned to her, eyes full of something harder to name than love, but deeper than doubt. “You’re warm.”

Lottie smiled, like the trees were listening.

“They chose me, Y/N.” Her hand touched your arm lightly—not enough to draw attention, just enough to remind you. “And through me… they chose us.”

Your mouth went dry. The fire popped behind her, the smoke trailing up like it was incense in a cathedral.

“You said we could leave,” you whispered. “That when the snow melted, we’d try and get home.”

“I meant it,” she replied, voice distant, as if speaking from two places at once. “But the wilderness changed its mind. It wants us here. It… needs us here.”

You stepped back, but her hand caught yours.

“Don’t pull away,” she pleaded, her eyes wide and frighteningly clear. “You’re the only one I can still feel when they speak. Everyone else is just static now. But you? You’ll help me bring it forth.”

Lottie stepped closer, her forehead pressing to yours.

“You carry my heart,” she whispered. “And soon, you’ll carry the rest.”

You blinked.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, already knowing. Already dreading.

“The wilderness gave me a vision.” Her hands cupped your face. “A child—born not of fear, but of devotion. Our child. The one who will walk both worlds. Not just survival… divinity. Our legacy.”

Your throat clenched.

“Lottie, I—”

“Shhh,” she breathed. “You love me. And love is sacrifice.”

Outside, the wind howled.

Inside you, something broke.

Later that night, they crowned her again.

She stood at the center of the circle, firelight licking the hollow beneath her collarbones, antlers rising dark above her head. The girls chanted, rhythms that felt older than language.

You stood behind her, bare feet in the snow, stomach bare beneath the wolfskin robe she’d wrapped you in. A red smear ran down your navel—berries, she’d said. But it looked too much like blood.

She turned to you and extended her hand.

The chanting stopped.

The forest hushed.

You stepped forward.

You had loved her before the crash, when she was only strange, not sacred. When her hands trembled during chem class and you held them under the desk. When she nervously kissed you in the parking lot after every game. When her madness had edges.

Now, it was endless.

“Do you accept the blessing of the wilderness?” she asked, her voice soaked in smoke and frost.

You didn’t speak.

She didn’t need you to.

She leaned in and kissed you, her lips warm and cracked. “We are going to bring the world a miracle,” she whispered against your mouth.

The fire roared.

The forest screamed approval.

And somewhere deep inside you, where you thought only doubt could live now, something small and terrifying bloomed.

Hope.

[amphitriteswife]

Real man

For @tinyy-tea-cup

Warnings: Smut, gitae lowkey insulting my goat james

Pairing: Gitae kim x reader

Note: happy Birthday TeaTea����🫶 sorry if its bad🥲

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Gitea sighed, his hand touched the smooth material of the newspaper that was placed on his face. He hadn’t been in Korea since a long time. What can he say? There are lots of things in life. Some just take priority….or some certain things are simply in the way. In this case it was Jonggun. The news that he was now imprisoned created many openings. Ofcourse he isn’t here without a reason, there are nany things that he needs to do whether its because he wants to or because someone else told him to. ‘Sir, we’re about to land soon.’ Gitae took a drag from his pipe. Letting the smoke travel around his mouth before slightly parting his lips, the smoke escaping his lips with a sigh. ‘Sir. We don’t condone smoking on the plane.’ Gitae grabbed the newspaper covering his face. This plane that was prepared for him was from James Lee…he knows he smokes right? Did he not inform his employees well? No. No he wouldn’t. James knows better than that. So..it’s probably just you huh? A light hearted chuckle found its escape through his lips. Aren’t you just a daring stewardess? Pulling off the newspaper off his face, Gitae’s eyes drifted towards you. A flicker of recognition invaded his eyes before his face twisted, a bark of laughter erupting out of his mouth. You crossed your arms at the man, not amused by his laughter. ‘So this is what we’re doing now? A stewardess? For DG? Come on now princess..’ Gitae’s voice was laced with amusement and mockery, he usually had a thing for saying things about you being close to . The two of you were partners when you worked under Charles.

James lee and you had always been very close. He relied on you and you on him…however life just got in the way. You defeated the king along side him and Gitea. Gitae left for Mexico again, James became DG and you too left the old life behind, being a stewardess. It wasn’t originally planned for you to be a stewardess who worked for James. But because James knew he had a lot of enemies, and them ofcourse also knowing you because of him, he wanted to keep you close. A lot of others saw it as more than it was. But who seemed to care about that? That was James and You. Now he’s DG. ‘So you’re into pretty boys huh? You like that soft look on him?’ ‘Me and James are just friends. Nothing more. Nothing less.’ ‘Is that so?’ Gitae laughed at your words. Despite the amusement in his voice. His eyes were always half lidded and heavy. His eyes were dark, very dark, there was usually nothing to see in them except for the occasional sadistic pleausure. Gita raised an eyebrow, his lips wrapping around the pipe in his hands. His eyes scanning you, observing. Something he had done back then too. His weight shifted, his face coming closer to yours, leaning into you. He was a tall man after all. Even when he was sitting. ‘Don’t you want a real man?’ Gitae said in a rather lower tone, the smoke getting blown into Your face. The question made you almost choke on your spit, as well as your hand flapping the some away from your face. Gitae watched you cough because of the smoke and choking of the sudden question. His eyes still blank. He’s expressionless, but that doesn’t mean that he doesn’t feel anything. ‘Come on. I know you desire a real man. Someone like me, don’t you?’

Gitae put the hilt of the pipe to your mouth. His other hand gently feeling the long skirt you were wearing. A rather sly smile krept on his face, his eyes watching your lips wrap around the pipe and the smoke leaving your lips. A deep chuckle rumbling from out his chest. His finger clasped around your skirt, pulling it down. His eyes not leaving the sight. His lips gently grazing to your ears. ‘Did you tell him that you were with me first?’ The question made you groan. How more clear could you be? You and James never did anything romantically not sexually…yet all your words seem to go on deaf ears when it came to Gitae. Besides you had dated Gitae for only a few months when he was here four years ago. ‘Ofcourse not. It’s was insignificant’ Gitae hummed. That was not good. Not at all. You could feel his hand’s move up to your blouse. ‘Not significant?…perhaps i need to remind you. Don’t I?’ His voice was less playful now but rather stern. You made him irritated. Not smart. His lips moved from your ears to your cheek and then to your neck. His breath on your neck his lips placing kisses on you, the wet kisses feeling like suction cups. ‘Take it off me.’ Gitae’s tone was commanding. He knew you knew better to oppose him. So just do what he tells you to and it’ll all be just fine. Gitea leaned back in his seat, watching you unbuckle his belt, pulling down his pants together with his boxers. His member casted a shadow onto your face, he was huge. To put it mildly. Very gritty too. Gitae chuckled. His lips curling into a smirk. He was bigger than before. You were sure of it. Gitae’s glanced downwards towards you. ‘Come and sit.’ Without much protest you obeyed his command, straddling his hips. Gitae smirked, the tip of his cock pressing against you. He likes seeing you like this…just like back then. his thick cock pressing demandingly at your entrance. A soft grunt escaped his lips when he felt you sit on him. A shaky but relieved sigh could be heard next to your eat. ‘Good girl….now move for me.’ Gitae watched you with a satisfied expression when you began to move on his cock. He knew it was rather a lot to take but you can do it. He knows you can.

A soft moan escaped his lips, his cock rubbing against your walls. His eyes shifting from your face to his own cock, watching the way you took him, it made him even hornier than he already was. ‘There we go…’ a soft grunt escaped his lips, eyes fluttering and his breath becoming heavier. Gitae’s hand’s snuck to your hips, making you bounce on him even more. A deep rumbling chuckle erupted from his chest when he saw you hold back your sounds. ‘Not working princess. Try again.’ Gitae suddenly thrusted forward his hands holding you in place and his cock reaching deeper inside of you and making you grunt in surprise. The veins on his dick rubbing deliciously against your inner walls, the wet sounds of what was happening echoed across the room. ‘Good girl. Keep making those sounds for me..’ Gitae cooed at you. It was infuriating to say the least but you also knew that during these moments Gitae loved having dominance. His hand trailing from his hip to your neck, gently squeezing it before he slammed you into the seat next to him. The backrest suddenly moving backwards which caused you to be in a laying position. Your eyes flickered from random objects in the plane, your vision upside down before Gitae’s face invaded your vision again. ‘Why the sour face darling?’ You could hear Gitae’s voice being rather strained and husky as if he was holding back some sounds himself, he continued to thrust into you with a slow and steady pace. A soft, low and shaky moan escaped his lips. Gitae closed his eyes, his chest rising up and down from his heavy panting. Your eyes flickering with familiarity. He was close. Very close. ‘Hey not-’ before you could finish your sentence, Gitae came with a loud groan. A few ropes of cum coating your inside before he pulled out. ‘Inside.’ ‘Sorry princess. Couldn’t help it.’

[binkibuns]

of course - h. iwaizumi

content: iwaizumi (27) athletic trainer x fem!reader, meet-cute, grumpy!iwa (at first), iwaizumi really fucking likes burritos, FLUFF, post-timeskip - divider indicates pov switch between iwa & reader

word count: 1.3k note: first time posting my writing...gulps...enjoy

part 1 of the meet-cute series!!

iwaizumi hajime hated the airport.

he hated the security, he hated the noise, and most of all, he hated the crowds.

he understood that the airport brought stress on everyone, not just him, especially as he was currently running late to his gate—despite the fact that his flight didn't leave for another hour and a half. he understood why there were so many people here right now, probably because the olympics were starting soon. what he didn't understand, though, was why some people had to be so damn thoughtless.

it was laughable the number of times that someone had either stopped right in front of him to go on their phone, nearly spilled coffee on him as they rushed by, or simply shoved him out of the way to get wherever they were going.

for a few years now, he had genuinely suspected that the universe had some sort of vendetta against him. something always went wrong when he was at the airport, as if he were a magnet that attracted delayed flights and stolen plane seats.

his suspicion only grew when someone collided with him right as he was leaving an airport breakfast shop, knocking his suitcase and recently bought burrito to the ground.

of course.

hajime nearly laughed as he glanced at the splattered remains of his breakfast littering the floor, despite not finding it funny at all.

"oh my god, i am SO sorry!"

looking up from his mangled breakfast, he found you staring at him with wide eyes and an apologetic expression. he would have thought you were pretty if you hadn't just slaughtered his burrito.

sighing, he glanced once more at the sight before looking back to you. "It's fine, don't worry about it—"

"please, let me buy you another one! that was completely my fault, it's the least i could do." you stepped forward, already reaching for his suitcase and walking back toward the store before he had time to protest.

he huffed out a breath, causing you to look back over your shoulder with a stubborn smile. "come on, it'll take, like, two minutes. consider it my karmic punishment."

hajime didn't have time for this. maybe any other day when he wasn't at his own personal hell and was in a better mood, but he was already running late for his flight and didn't need time to worry about a stubborn girl risking him missing it.

"no," he said, grabbing his suitcase back from you. "i said its fine. thanks." and with that, he turned on his heel to leave, ignoring your complaints.

part of him felt a little bad for dismissing you so quickly, but guilt could wait. he was already pretty pissed off, and would rather not awkwardly wait in line with a stranger while his replacement breakfast was made.

fortunately, with an hour seconds to spare, hajime forgot all about that little mishap as he approached the attendant desk. unfortunately, he barely even got a word out before he was met with the words that he probably should have been expecting:

"your flight's been delayed, sir."

of course.

he didn't even respond to the attendant, just let out a sharp breath before turning around, only to be met with your face.

he blinked, and it took everything in him not to lose it. he knew it wasn't your fault that the airport and everyone inside it seemingly hated him, but he couldn't help but be a little weirded out considering you followed him all the way to his gate. "you're—"

"—also on this flight." you cut in, raising your ticket. "not stalking you, promise."

again, he blinked. and blinked a second time. then said, mostly to himself,

"of course."

he wasn't sure whether he had given up at that point or just really wanted that damn burrito, but when you shot him a sly grin and said, "so, about that breakfast..." he found himself grumbling before following you back to the shop.

you watched him scarf down that burrito like a man starved.

"...you must really like burritos, huh?"

his eyes flicked up to yours, and he swallowed the rest of his bite before finally setting it down for a second. "mhm."

since you two got to the breakfast store, you had only made small talk before sitting down at a little table in the corner. during that time, you learned that his name was iwaizumi, he was an athletic trainer, and that, apparently, he thought being anything less than an hour early to board was cutting it close.

"oh, so you're that type of person," you teased. "the 'needs to arrive two hours before boarding' type."

he scoffed, and you looked over to find his eyes already on yours. you took this moment to really look him over since you had bumped into him earlier. he had tanned skin, green eyes, and caught his muscles flexing as he reached over to his drink. he was actually rather good-looking, a realization that made your brain short-circuit for a moment.

"it's called being prepared," he said, giving you a flat look. "maybe if you were like me, you wouldn't be here with three dollars less to your name for a replacement breakfast."

"i promise i don't make a habit of assaulting people's meals," you laughed. "...but, if i hadn't, i wouldn't be sitting here across from a cute guy with a burrito obsession."

he stared at you for a second before looking away with a smile, and you swear you could see a slight pink tinge to his cheeks. for someone who looked like he could bench-press twice your weight, he sure blushed easily.

you still felt really bad about the earlier incident, but he seemed fine now. in fact, as he finished up his burrito, his mood had improved a lot. he was more talkative while the two of you waited for the flight time to arrive, and even offered to help you hold your carry-on while both of you walked back over to the gate.

"you know, you scared me," you joked. "i thought i had horrible game. that was the first time a man has rejected my offer to buy him food. guess you were just hangry, though."

"yeah, well, i wasn't exactly thrilled when my freshly-bought breakfast got ruined. i really wanted that burrito," he faux huffed, the corners of his mouth twitching.

you rolled your eyes as he brought up the incident once again and replied with a laugh, "of course you'd say that. you have a problem, you know."

and, as you boarded the plane, you realized you were smiling to yourself a little too hard. each time you both traded jabs, you'd find him looking away from you a bit too quickly when you made eye contact. he was actually super sweet, and he even walked you all the way to your seat.

or so you thought.

when you sat down at the window, you turned to him only to see his brows furrowing in confusion before lifting his ticket and examining it as if he was double-checking something. and, when the realization dawned on you two, neither of you could help but smile.

of course.

the flight wasn't anything to write home about. hajime slept most of the time while you watched something on your phone.

although he hated plane rides just as much as the airport itself, he didn't mind this one so much. not when the cramped seats forced your thigh to press up against his, flustering him every time the plane bumped and you leaned closer to him without noticing.

maybe he was getting soft, but when the plane finally landed and he left the airport with a new number saved on his phone, he came to one conclusion:

iwaizumi hajime didn't hate the airport so much anymore.

a/n: tbh he would probably take like a private flight or something but he didn’t because i said so div creds bernardsbendystraws & saradika-graphics

[jaystexastornado]

Austin City Limits 1/?

Sitting next to someone unexpected on your first, first class flight, and a water soaked backpack later y/n finds herself falling for a man she never saw coming.

Chapter 1

Delayed flights.

"Flight 892 Austin now boarding." You heard, grabbing your backpack and slinging it over your shoulder, it was late, later than you’d hoped, but Washington DC had a snow storm making it hard to get in the air.

You just wanted to get home. And go to sleep.

You hand your boarding pass over, the flight attendant overly polite directing you where to go, grumbling a thank you, you find your seat, first class, a treat you gave yourself for the first time.

There’s a man wearing a baseball cap sitting next your seat, looking down, as you place your backpack pack on the floor. A partition separates the chairs, taking in the difference between first sand your usual business class seats.

He looked up briefly seeing her sit down, before turning and seeing his oldest in his original seat, she’d insisted she got the window, But he didn’t mind, she’d wanted to come with him instead of going back to Connecticut with her siblings while he was home.

"Shit." He heard next to him looking over again this time taken aback, she was beautiful, and clearly frustrated which he’d be lying if he didn’t automatically think was cute.

"You alright?" He asked softly. As she leaned down huffing something under her breath, then looking up at him.

He was possibly the most handsome man you’d ever seen. Emerald green eyes, and a soft smile, his hair was peeking from the cap he wore.

Leaning back you sighed with a small nod. "I must have set my back pack in water waiting for the plane. The bottom is completely soaked." You said softly looking back at him fully. Now.

Hed barely heard her. Talking directly to him once he got a better look at her, his heart sped up a fraction. And smiled a small smile. "If I had a dollar for every time I’ve done that. Happens to the best of us." He shrugged keeping that same smile

She laughed lightly, looking back at him, shrugging "honestly, I was so frustrated. I practically threw it down after they pushed the flight back a second time." She giggled at herself. "It’s a red head thing, I guess, getting mad at things we can’t control with absolutely no rationality."

"I think that’s any Texan in snow, unless we’re at home, and prepared." He smiled at you. You felt your cheeks flush and looked down nodding. Trying to hide, "I’m Jensen by the way." He added making you look up again.

"Y/N nice to meet you." You smiled back. When the plane was finally in the air you relaxed, talking to Jensen, clinking glasses to going home finally. You’d been helping your cousin with her salon, after her only other stylist quit without notice, leaving a list of clients that refused to leave her salon who didn’t want to give up their hair appointments, and he was coming back from a convention. Turned out he was a famous actor, which you’d been a little ashamed admitting you didn’t watch much tv.

"Its ran for fifteen years almost." He laughed a little and you shook your head.

"The last thing I watched was a rerun of dawsons creek My cousin was watching it, I tend to listen to music and doom scroll." I shrugged.

His eyes widened and an amused smirk grew making you smile a little. "What?" You asked and he shook his head. Looking back at you. "Who was Jen with?."

"Well she wasn’t like dating him. He was only there for the last season, dj, aj?”

And then he took that cap off, and you saw the resemblance. the flush came back shocked completely. His grin growing. Making you let out a breathy laugh. "Cj, and he was awesome." He drawled out. “He was a something alright.” She shook her head.

Still Giggling, a little girl about 7 or eight stood beside him. He looked over and smiled.

"Hey sweetheart everything okay?" He asked smiling at her, she nodded and asked if she could have her coloring book and colors. Jensen handed them to her as she hugged him happily and must have said something because he responded "I am too kiddo."

You smiled at the scene, she must have been his daughter, he watched as she moved back to her seat on his other side. Making sure she was okay before looking back.

His eyes had changed. His easy, bright look now glanced at you with concern, wonder maybe, hands ran across his thighs and his knee was bouncing.

He was nervous, which to be honest kinda made him more attractive, how he’d stopped everything for her, he watched you, as you looked at his left hand. No ring, leaning back in your seat you smirked at him. Folding your arms. And crossing your legs. The little girl looked back over, only this time at you. Giving a wide smile, she looked like him.

And you couldn’t help it, thinking about who he was, wanting to know more, he looked over at the little girl fully, before back at you.

"She looks like you. How old is she?" You smiled at him. Seeing his shoulders relax, and take a small breath. Then the flight attendant announced we were descending to Austin. And the entire thank you speech usually given. For a moment her mind wandered.

People began settling back in their seats, and packing up, but we were still watching eachother.. "She’s six. I uhm. I don’t usually have a lot of time off, but, I’m home for about a week, and she wanted to spend time with me for a little while."

I smiled nodding. The conversation flowed until we were completely landed. Before we parted ways, JJ his daughter waved with a bright smile, holding his hand he nodded at you with a smile, leaving baggage claim, and heading out of the main doors no longer frustrated that it was 1 am.

While Jensen was now carrying his daughter with their bags. She was tired and he knew it. Couldn’t blame her honestly, he was exhausted. They’d walked out of the wrong doors initially and had to go back towards the terminal doors you’d left from, he saw you again standing against a light on the side walk staring at your phone like it had assaulted you he smiled. He couldn’t help it. You were different, he didn’t know how, not really, but he felt it. You didn’t look at him like anyone else did.

He’d told you he was an actor, you didn’t flinch. Told you about having three kids. , you’d asked to see pictures of the twins. And now you were standing there, at one in the morning, waiting all alone, so he did what any man with a sleeping six year old on his shoulder and dragging luggage around would. He walked towards you.

The airport was mainly empty, few cars, he didn’t care at this point if anyone saw him. Or that Cliff was there waiting for him throwing his hands up when Jensen turned away.

"Hey," she heard looking up from your phone, a small smile forming seeing Jensen. Jj asleep on his shoulder his other carried a bright pink duffel bag, backpack. And he pulled his suitcase with him.

"Figured you’d be long gone, sweet girls sleeping and All." You smiled nodding towards jj. She didn’t know it but he was falling. Quickly, and he didn’t know how to stop it. He didn’t want to. Not really. He was taken by her, and he was nervous because as soon as he talked to Cliff he was asked if he got your number. Which is why he’d initially walked or that’s what he thought at first.

"I would be, but, what kind of man would I be if a pretty lady is at the airport alone, at one am looking aT her phone like it personally attacked her?" He smirked

Looking around you saw no sign of any other woman he could be calling pretty like it was her name because it sure as hell wasn’t you. “Me?” You asked pointing to yourself he chuckled. Damn him. You thought, no one looked that good at one am. Especially fresh off a flight delayed five hours, carrying bags and a small child on his shoulder. Yet he was smirking. Then a small laugh looking down then back to your eyes with a boyish grin. Shrugging.

She was a goner. She wondered if he knew it? But he was looking at her and she hadn’t responded.

"It didn’t, my uhm. My uber didn’t show. But I’m calling another. No big deal, if anything I’ll call my older brother get his lazy ass up." You grinned back hoping your voice was steady. Truth was Bode was that uber and he was passed out or something because he wasn’t here. Stepping away from the light pole striding over to them, she smiled sweetly at the little girl sleep, before brushing jjs hair from her face without thinking Looking back up at Jensen who watched you in awe. "I hate when my hair gets in my face when I’m asleep. Sorry."

She was so peaceful, laying there on her dads shoulder. Which only made your heart ache. You shouldn’t be feeling this way. He was way out of your league and tax bracket. But he was smiling at you. Like you’d just done him a solid for her.

"Don’t be. She would appreciate it if she was conscious. She’s not really one to like it in her face either."he smiled his voice soft, Looking at the sleeping little girl then back at you, for a moment. Then looked down.

"You should get her home. S’late. Thank you for checking in on me. You’re sweet Jensen." You smiled shifting on one hip folding yourhands in front. But he didn’t move. Instead he looked towards the entrance of the building a group leaving being loud. Jumping on scooters and laughing he covered jjs ear and looked at you.

"Cmon, we’ll give you a ride. I can’t leave you out here this late. I love Austin. But it can be dangerous." He said it with a finality to his voice. Like he’d not only made up his mind but yours too.

"Jensen I can’t ask you to do that. I don’t even live in central Austin I’m like thirty minutes west. I’ll call my brother he can be here quickly and you can get her to bed." Your voice as calm, convincing. But to the man before you he wasn’t having it. The look on his face said he wasn’t budging. And you’d sadly lose the fight, but it didn’t stop you.

"I’m not the celebrity Mr ackles. I’ll be safe. I don’t need a demon fighting bodyguard." I smirked making him chuckle shaking his head.

"Maybe. But a demon fighter is one thing. People are crazy, and we’re headed west anyway. Ill drop you off and then you never have to deal with me again but for my own conscience, I’m asking you if I can give you a ride." He looked at you hopeful and damn those green eyes. How would you say no? How could you, and how did you tell him you wouldn’t mind dealing with him again? And he was smiling at you. And your heart thumped, His daughter was so sweet and you knew deep down he wasn’t leaving until you did. Or said yes.

What choice did you have? Did you have one at all? You didn’t know. All you knew was, he was looking at you like that and your heart was beating fast.

Jensen stared at her. Waiting, he wasn’t backing down, he didn’t ask for her number, he asked to give her a ride, fuck she was pretty, he wanted her to come with him. Wanted to take back the part of never having to deal with him again because what if you didn’t want to? And he’d given you the open door. He didn’t say anything else. Just waited. Jj was getting heavy, and his shoulder holding bags hurt but he waited, because you wereworth it. And then you sighed. A sign of forfeit. Shaking your head you grabbed you bsckpack and suitcase looking back at him now wearing triumphant grin. Rolling your eyes.

"I’d take that but." He looked at his hand and shoulder with a chuckle. "You’re loaded down like a pack mule on delivery day?" You giggled making him fully laugh. Probably harder than you aimed for. But he’d looked like he needed it. As you loaded your bags in the back and he put jj in her seat, before meeting you in the back placing their bags in.

"You can take the front. Cliff doesn’t bite. I’ll sit with jj." He leaned against the taillight, watching as you attempted to keep the wet backpack from messing anything up in the suv. His hand laid on your forearm making you look at it stop and then look up at him.

"S’fine. Little water won’t hurt anything." He his voice was soft, gentle. Like he felt how fried your nerves were. And offered a small smile. You looked at the backpack then him again.

"Could be something else. Could be acid." You smirked. Dark humor always the go to when calming your nerves but this time you internally facepalmed. "Never know in airports. And you can never be too careful." You teased shifting the bag just right finally on your suitcase.

"You’re something else you know that?" He said but not in the tone he’d used all night. This was different. Something you couldn’t pinpoint. And when he closed the door and walked with you to the front door he opened it. Waving you inside. A man, who it was safe to assume was Cliff smiled at you

"This is Cliff, technically my body guard but he’s family. This is y/n." He introduced you and the man with ease. Cliff shook your hand as you sat down Jensen got in the back seat right behind you.

You gave Cliff your address and you were finally on your way home. At first it was quiet. With jj sleeping peacefully. Your body relaxed as Austin faded behind you.

You hadn’t realized how exhausted you actually were. Only that now, sitting there your eyes were heavy and you were fighting keeping your eyes open. The comforting silence trapping you. Until Cliff cleared his throat. Eyes shooting open and looking over at the man.

"So, what do you do? Jensen said you were helping your cousin." He looked over Jensen sighing you turned surprised hed hadn’t said anything since we got in the car. And wondering when he had the time and he shrugged with an amused look.

"I’m a hairstylist, I actually own family hairitage out in Beecave. And the one on 10th street down town." You explained like it was no big deal, and considering Jensen behind you. It wasn’t. Not compared too. But he sat up and was suddenly in your peripheral. Looking over at him and then Cliff. "What?"

"We’re trying to place you. A friend of ours hairstylist works there. We’ve all had to go up there at some point when she’s there." Jensen grinned.

"What’s her name?"

"Genevieve padalecki." Cliff said looking back at the road. Missing your face lighting up

"You know Gen? I adore her. She’s my

Client. We met at ACL back in ooo. 2015 I think, been with me since. Jared is so sweet. I’ve cut his hair before too and the boys. I’m sure when yall were there I was in my office or mixing colors. I’m always doing something between wait times." She smiled. Making Jensens heart speed up. Wondering how she already had this effect on him.

He’d decided after the separation he wouldn’t let himself fall for anyone else. Yet here you were and he was sure he’d fallen already as you smiled at him for the hundredth time that night. And then you giggled. And he was fucked.

"Though Usually at work I’m put together. Not Adam Sandler on his worst day. It was a rough day." She giggled. Tightening her pony tail that set high on her head. Jensen wasn’t having it. She was beautiful, he couldn’t imagine her wearing makeup. Or Not in an oversized hoodie. Because she was a knockout In his book just the way she was. But he’d be lying if he said his mind wasn’t wondering.

Her words rolled around and replayed in his mind as the car fell silent for a best. You had settled back in your seat but still focusing on himself and Cliff.

"Don’t say that. You’re beautiful." He slipped. Her eyes widened but he didn’t budge. Nodding like he’d put his foot down right then. Like he’s written in to law. Maybe he could? Probably not but in the law of Jensen. She was never allowed to say that again. "I mean it. Don’t-don’t degrade yourself like that. Not around me. Please." His voice lowered like he was pleading. Silence filed the car again. Yet he didn’t move, their eyes locked. And her breath hitched.

Even in the darkness he was beautiful, he’s called her beautiful, he’d said she never had to deal with him again and before that was arguable. But now, now she wanted to beg him to take it back. He’d seen her, on her worst day. And he was calling her beautiful. Like it was her name. And Sure she was okay in her eyes. She was ten pounds over weight per her doctor, and her hair didn’t lay perfectly when she let it dry naturally. And she had freckles. Not like sprinkled but noticeable that she tried covering with makeup. Her eyes wernt as lively as his. They were brown and honey. Her best feature to her was her hair. The color something her clients asked her to recreate. And he’d said it so simply. With no hesitation. Like it was an unarguable fact, and apart of her believed it.

You’re beautiful.

That would follow her. Stay with her forever. Someone as handsome as he was. Making her question her own self doubts.

Their moment was shattered hearing a small squeal of your name from behind Jensen. Who turned and chuckled at his now awake daughter beaming up at you like she’d known you her whole life.

"You should be sleeping." Jensen smiled at her. But she wasn’t looking at Jensen. She has her eyes on you with a big smile. Jensens eyes flicked back to you right before jj embarassed him completely "my daddy thinks you’re pretty. And he likes your tattoo on your hand." She grinned so innocently. Jensens face even in the dark went pale. Locked in on you but he didn’t falter. He sat a little straighter. Taking the admission.

"She’s not wrong." His voice came out soft, a little shaken. Cliff didn’t budge, almost as if he was here but trying to ignore what was unfolding in the car and Jensen wanted the ground to open and swallow him whole. He’d thought jj was asleep when he called Cliff. He didn’t expect her to hear him. She must have fallen sleep before-

"He also told uncle Cliff he was too scared to ask you for your number on the plane. I think he likes you y/n. And not like I like my friends Tom and shep, like uncle Jared likes aunt Gen. right daddy." And Jensen wondered if he stomped hard enough on the floor of the car if it would swallow him whole for real that time. Suddenly the air was too thin, and his shirt was too tight, his vision ticked and your eyes were directly on him frozen staring. "Oh or uncle Cliff and Evie. They got married last year. My daddy’s nice, and I don’t know why but a lot of girls like him. Hes funny too. And makes me grilled cheese. It’s my favorite. Do you like grilled cheese y/N?" She smiled again.

You nodded at her. Offering a sweet smile but Jensen didn’t move. Unsure if he was even breathing anymore. Cliff parked the car and you looked back to see your house. Before getting out you paused looking at Jensen still stone, thanking Cliff, waving at jj. Before getting out.

Cliff turned to Jensen and pushed him. "Go after her. Dont let her get away Jensen. Gen loves her. That’s good enough for me to trust her with you. Go before I drag you out of the car myself."

"But."

"Let yourself be happy for once Jay." And Jensen looked back as you opened the back to get your stuff. He moved. Getting out and almost running to the back of the black suburban.

Your mind was reeling, she was six she didn’t understand what she was saying and you knew that but Jensens reaction spoke volumes. Like everything she’d said was true, but you were normal, nothing special, no fancy name, or awards under your belt. Just like everyone else you knew. Except him.

But you wanted it to be true. Wanted him to get out of that car and tell you he felt whatever it was you were feeling too. Grabbing your bags you hit the button to close the lift gate and stepped back taking a deep breath. Before turning towards your house.

"Wait.” You heard Jensen say rushed. Turning to him, you could see he was tense, shaking a little. His face was slightly pale, And he was close. You were facing your front door from the circle drive way and he took a deep breath.

“Jensen she’s six. It’s no big deal kids say things. S’fine.” She rationalized. Trying to make herself believe it before he told her it wasn’t true what his daughter said. Looking up at him he shook his head.

"That was, yeah she’s six, and yeah, I said you were pretty, and that I liked your tattoo, I chickened out asking you for your number. But, I haven’t dated anyone since I married my last girlfriend. This is new territory for me. Like married for years new. But that’s over, and I don’t know why, but you’re different, I barely know you. But I want to know more. If you’d let me. I know I said you’d never have to deal with me but, I regretted that the second I said it. And I’m sorry about jj. She is a filter less feral 6 year old Bjt she’s my world just like my Other two kids. And I get it if that’s not what you’re in to. I just needed to get all that out before you walked away. I’m not good at this, and I don’t know what I’m doing. And I’m sorry.”

You sat for a moment. Watching him. His emotions everywhere. Almost like you could feel them radiating off him. And He looked scared and exhausted. "Are you the best friend Jared is inseparable with?" You asked smirking a little.

"Uh yeah. Why?" He looked back at you raised brow and his shoulders relaxed a little.

"He’s been bugging me about letting him set us up.” She giggled. Jensen shook his head knowing his best friend. Relentless, and never listened to a damn thing he said. “ So uhm. You were gonna ask for my number?" She gave him a sweet smile, her tone light, tilting her head at him just a little. And he relaxed more. Letting out a breath he didn’t realized he’d held in.

"If you’re cool with that?" His eyes lit up a little in the glow of the porch light on my house. She nodded, that smile never leaving, Jensen pulled his phone out and she took it typing the number in, with a smile. Her nerves gone, for now too, looking back up at him handing it back.

“It was nice to meet you Jensen.” She smiled softly grabbing her bags but was stopped. His hand on the bag taking them from her. She went to protest but he side eyed her. With a smirk.

“Welcome to Texas sweetheart. Where most men actually are gentleman.”

He didn’t have to help but she was enjoying a few more seconds of him while she could. And he was walking closely to her, he smelled good. No one smells that nice after a slight wither add that to the list of supernatural bottles this man had. Pun intended. He stayed silent Walking her up to her door, she unlocked it looking at Jensen. His smile easy now as They said goodnight, before she watched them drive off. A text came through that said really glad you didn’t take me up on that offer earlier.. Making her smile carrying her bags to her room.

She was nervous sure, meeting someone who affects you like that will do that. But Jensen was different. She didn’t google him or look for anything that pointed to any red flags. Knowing in his line of work there would be pages giving her all of the information she wondered about. But for once in her life of control and measured steps. She let herself leap in to the thought of something good.

For a little while at least. Leaving no room for negotiation. Before her mind said other wise. She went to sleep.

Meanwhile, Jensen was home, putting jj to bed before cracking open a beer and heading to his room. Part of Jensen was anxious to get to know her, see where it led, but another part of him was terrified. He’d been burned once. He didn’t know if he was ready to risk it again.

As he sat on the edge of his bed, beer in hand he sighed, exhausted, and torn. He wanted this. Which had been different from the last few years. Whenever anyone mentioned a blind date, or he met someone random who flirted he withdrew completely. But with her it was easy. He felt normal. He didn’t have to wear the mask. And he liked that.

And Jensen didn’t know what that meant. He pulled out his phone staring at her name, and the simple text with his name seeing she’d text back. ‘It was nice meeting you demon hunter. And tell jj I do like grilled cheese’

And his nerves went away. Like they were never there. Setting the beer bottle down, taking his shirt and jeans off, and he too went to bed letting himself believe this could be something good. And he’d let himself have it if given the chance.

A/n: this is my first time posting anything I’ve ever written feedback is appreciated 🩷 I hope yall enjoy it as much as I enjoyed this first chapter.

@jays-bonnie-on-the-side

[imjustarandogirl]

Straight to the heart

Pairing: Shauna Shipman x reader

An: not my best work but I want to get something out. This is inspired by the beginning of The Bird song by Noah Floersch. Leave any constructive criticism you would like. I am also accepting requests if you would like to leave any.

CW: cursing and cheating, but besides that not much.

It had been a week, or maybe even months, since you and the rest of the soccer team had crashed in the wilderness. You had never kept track of the days, assuming that a rescue team was on its way. Hope lingered in the air, especially when the team found a cabin. It wasn't in the best condition, but it provided shelter.

Your days were spent doing small tasks, such as washing clothes, helping to cook food, or cutting wood. However, what you tried to focus on the most was getting your girlfriend's attention. You and Shauna had never made your relationship public, preferring to enjoy secret moments together—the hidden kisses behind bleachers and snuggling up close when staying at each other’s houses. Every moment with her was something you cherished.

You never knew what initially drew you to Shauna; it just happened. You couldn’t complain, though—having someone of your own was euphoric. There had been people before her, but they left you with heartache and despair. You had never intended to be hurt; nobody intends for that to happen, yet it always does. You had sworn to choose better people to be with, and everything seemed to connect with Shauna. You were sure her intentions were genuine.

Then everything changed when the plane crashed. The lives of the soccer team transformed drastically. What had once been a celebration of your achievements turned into a nightmare. The cheers and claps from your teammates were replaced by screams and tears. Everything was chaotic and continued to be so. Nothing could have prepared you, or anyone, for the struggle of survival in the wilderness.

The biggest surprise was how Shauna handled it all. At first, you thought she would be someone you could lean on, but you were mistaken. Shauna was no longer the girl who brought joy to your mundane life; she was now a shadow of herself. The facade she maintained for everyone else blocked out the person you once knew. You had originally thought she was coming to terms with the crash; during the first few days, everyone was freaking out, so there wasn’t much time to worry.

Now that some time has passed, you expect things to shift back to normal. Despite your many attempts to talk with Shauna, she never seemed to act as she did before the crash. Some days, she would talk and enjoy your company, but on others, she would avoid you as if you were contagious. You never knew which version of Shauna you would get on any given day. She had never acted this way when your relationship began; she used to be more affectionate in private, even if it was limited.

Even in the small moments you did share, nothing could trade your bliss with her. Whenever you were around the other girls, Shauna seemed to shut off completely. The lingering touches and wishful glances faded away on her part. Frequently, Shauna couldn’t even look you in the eyes. When you did manage to catch her gaze, it was filled with a mix of emotions—guilt, and fatigue seemed to cloud her deep brown eyes. Before the crash, her eyes could pierce through anyone; now, they appeared scared and shifty.

Whenever you tried to talk to Shauna, she made up some excuse to leave you alone. It seemed she was only talking to Tai and Jackie now. You weren’t surprised by her conversations with Jackie; they had been best friends for as long as anyone could remember. However, the hushed whispers between Tai and Shauna were new. Both of them would vanish from the group every once in a while, and when they returned, they wouldn’t talk about where they had been. You adjusted to Shauna’s absence, but it still hurt not having her around as much. You couldn’t even discuss it with her because she either wouldn’t go near you or was preoccupied with having her tongue in your

Not many words were shared between you and Shauna anymore; to her, you were merely a body. Someone she used for the time being, then dropped off when unneeded, only to pick you up again later. The shift in Shauna’s behavior left you both curious and worried. You wanted to know if it was something you had done. You didn’t think it was, but you could never be sure. One thing you knew would provide the answers you needed was Shauna’s journal. You recognized that it wasn’t the most honest way to seek information, but it would ease your mind.

Shauna had always protected her journal fiercely. No one could touch it without her getting defensive. Before the crash, you could occasionally sneak a glance at Shauna while she was writing, but she always kept her body turned away from you. You hadn’t minded the secrecy of her journal before; it was her private thoughts. Now, however, that ideology was thrown out the window. You needed to understand what was happening with your girlfriend and how to fix it. Despite the invasion of her privacy, you thought mending your relationship was more important. Besides, it wasn’t like anyone would notice.

Your plan was simple: find the journal, read some of the latest entries, and address whatever was troubling Shauna. You decided the perfect time to act would be when everyone was out of the cabin. Days like that weren’t too hard to come by; no one wanted to be cooped up in the dusty cabin. You scanned the area, searching for Shauna, and when you didn’t see her, you took it as your opening. Unsure of how long you had, you wanted to be quick.

You hastily entered the cabin, shutting the door softly behind you. Fortunately, no one was milling around. The cabin looked just as dilapidated as when you first arrived, and an eerie silence hung in the air. Your thoughts immediately turned to the attic, where you suspected the journal could be. You didn’t understand why anyone would choose to sleep up there; it was grimy and likely harbored more bugs than you cared to think about. Shauna had made her bed up there with Tai, so it made sense that all her belongings would be stored there as well.

You made your way towards the ladder, your body tense and your eyes darting around. The fear of being caught loomed heavily in your mind, but the potential reward outweighed the risk. As you climbed the ladder, you winced with every creak of the old wood; it felt as if the sounds were magnified, intent on revealing your presence. Each creak resonated in your ears, booming like thunder instead of producing a simple sound.

Pausing momentarily to let the quiet settle back in, you surveyed the attic. You spotted Shauna’s makeshift bed against the wall and carefully made your way over, kneeling beside it. Running your hands over the bedding, you searched for the journal. Nothing seemed out of place; it was the same as everyone else's. Frustration furrowed your brows as you stood up and dusted yourself off, trying to rid your clothing of the accumulated dust. The attic was a confined space, so your search shouldn’t take long. What you dreaded most was the possibility that Shauna had taken her journal with her, which would throw your entire plan off course.

You paced back and forth on the wooden floor, the sound of your shoes creating a faint creaking noise. Shauna's journal was still out of sight, and you weren't sure how much longer you had before she returned. Out of the corner of your eye, something dark caught your attention. It stood out against the wooden beams that supported the cabin, slightly protruding from one of them.

You approached it, placing a hand against the rough wood, feeling its coarse texture, and noticing some areas where it had chipped away. Standing on your toes, you reached up, grasping the object that was overhead. As you pulled it closer, your fingers glided over its smooth, leather-like surface. When you finally brought it down and looked at it, a wave of accomplishment washed over you as you recognized it as Shauna's journal.

You had seen her write in many journals and had looked back on even more. The one in your hands was the journal she had been writing in for the past couple of months, which likely held some answers. Taking a deep breath, you debated whether reading the journal was worth it. Ultimately, you decided that bridging the gap between you and Shauna was the most important thing.

You opened the leather cover to find blank pages staring back at you. You weren’t sure what to expect, but you felt certain you would find what you were looking for. The beginning of the journal was mundane, filled with thoughts about daily life and complaints, just as you would expect from Shauna. However, as you continued reading, the tone began to shift. The words became more spiteful and patronizing, directed at anyone and everyone, but particularly aimed at Jackie.

Shauna’s bitter words stained the pages, revealing a hidden resentment towards Jackie that no one else seemed to notice. Jealousy fueled her writing and most of her actions. It was clear that Shauna felt like nothing more than a shadow compared to her best friend, always expected to be by Jackie’s side.

You had no idea how many pages you had flipped through, nor did you care to remember. Getting insight into Shauna’s inner thoughts was too valuable to pass up. You stopped when you came across messier handwriting. The writing appeared rushed and shaky, causing your body to freeze as your eyes scanned the page.

"We did it again, Jeff and I. I didn’t plan on it, but it felt satisfying. I know it’s wrong; hell I have a girlfriend. I just needed some confirmation that I am better than Jackie. She doesn’t deserve everything she wants, and if I have to take action, I will—and I did. Some part of me feels bad for cheating on her, yet the bigger part feels ecstatic. I can have what Jackie has; I can be better than her at something. Neither of them will find out; they haven’t yet. I don't care about stupid nationals; what I want most is to see the pathetic look on Jackie’s face when she realizes I am better. I am not her little sidekick; she can’t just boss me around and pretend I don’t have an opinion. If getting this chance means I have to sleep with Jeff, I will continue to do it. Just because I’m with someone doesn’t mean I’ll stop. Jackie needs to be treated like everyone else, not like a fucking goddess, despite what everyone thinks."

That was where the entry had ended. The words stared back at you, a mocking reminder of what Shauna had done. This was why she was avoiding you, why she couldn’t stand to look you in the eyes. Pain swelled up within you as you reread the lines repeatedly. Maybe you hadn’t read it clearly; maybe she hadn’t actually gotten with Jeff. No matter how hard you wanted to believe otherwise, Shauna did get with Jeff. This wasn’t the first time such a betrayal had happened, as you could tell from the way she had written in her journal.

You flipped through the pages, your hand slightly shaking. You didn’t understand why Shauna would do this to you. Was her jealousy of Jackie so overwhelming that she disregarded you? It seemed that the urge to escape Jackie’s shadow was more important to her than her relationship with you. The realization that you weren’t enough to overcome her jealousy was maddening. Shauna had chosen to hurt Jackie, and you ended up caught in the crossfire.

You skimmed over a few more entries, struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over. A few entries were about the crash and adapting to a new way of life. Your name appeared in the entries from time to time. From the way she wrote, it seemed Shauna felt slightly guilty for what she had done. You stopped at another entry, rubbing your fingers over the paper. The more you read from her journal, the more hurt seeped into your heart.

“Shit, shit, shit! Why did this have to happen? Everyone else is syncing up on their periods, yet mine is late. I can’t remember the last time I had one. Jesus, I think I’m pregnant. How can I even care for it? I don’t know what I’m doing, and it won’t survive out here. I don’t know what I’m going to do. My relationship would be ruined if it hadn’t already been ruined. I shouldn’t have gotten with him; I should have just gone home. She doesn’t deserve this; I shouldn’t have done this to her. What the hell am I going to do?”

Your grip on the book tightened, the pages slightly crumpling under your touch. Your chest heaved, and your breathing became a little heavier. Shauna cheated on you and was now pregnant with Jeff’s child. How did the perfect relationship you believed you had with her come to this?

You could feel the tears rolling down your cheeks at this point. You had tried your best with Shauna, and this was how your love was reciprocated. You never intended to be hurt by anyone; you didn’t think Shauna wanted to hurt you, but here you were. As small sobs broke through your throat, some of your tears dripped onto the pages. You didn’t care anymore if Shauna caught you reading her journal. She hadn’t cared enough about the relationship in the first place.

You felt stupid—stupid for trusting her, stupid for loving her, stupid for choosing her. Shauna was a killer, and she took your heart down with her.

[amuyyi]

warm enough .

synopsis; recovering from an expected breakup, you find yourself drunk at a nearby bar, encountering an unfamiliar girl who happens to know your ex.

trope; non idol!ningning x fem!reader, uni au, fluff, a little angst, a little suggestive, strangers to lovers, feat. kep1er members :3

wc; 4.8k

cw; a little suggestive but not really

a/n; fun fact this happened to me irl ! figured i could use my experiences for stories ! everything from the breakup to the bar kiss is based on my personal experience so lol have fun. also its kinda poorly written because i wrote some of it while on the plane + in china while being very tired and i dont feel like proofreading so im sorry ^^'

The breakup was supposed to be a mutual thing. A smooth and easy agreement between you and Jimin. You guys met in a cafe when your soon-to-be-ex girlfriend finally dropped the bomb on you. 

“I still care a lot about you, y/n. But I want to focus on myself and my future… I think you should too.”

You wanted to speak up, say that you didn’t want to let go yet. Just… hold on for a little longer. Maybe it’d get better if you guys just kept it going for another week. Another month. Another day?

 “What I’m trying to say is…”

You always hated this part.

“I think we should break up.”

Despite the older girl being the one to initiate the ending of the relationship, you always knew it was coming. Jimin was sweet, and you definitely did enjoy the little dates you guys had been on through the past year, but there was something missing. Every time she looked at you, it seemed like she was looking through your eyes into her own. Her mind was always elsewhere whenever you two were together, like she was searching for something you couldn’t provide. She never seemed to smile around you, never laughed loudly or hugged you with warmth. 

You really tried to be the person for her, you really did; but it was apparent that she was trying to convince herself you were the one as well.

It was shown in the way she bought you endless gifts with things you said you wanted, but never kissed you, In the way she would allow you to hold her hand, but never reached out herself, how she couldn’t bring herself to say “I love you” out loud. Jimin was cold.

You agreed that this was the best path to take, how you felt the exact same way and that it would be good for the both of you, but the tears that nonconsensually left your eyes said otherwise. You still remember the last words you told her before you got up to leave.

“I really hoped it was you.”

There's a saying or the other. “Your body will know if someone is right for you.” You came across it while aimlessly scrolling on social media once, and you thought it was an interesting but ridiculous concept. Countless people would share stories about how their hair would fall out or how they would break out into horrible acne when they were with their past partners, only being relieved from this when single or with their “match.”

It was funny, and you didn’t believe one bit of it until it actually happened. The tightness in your chest that followed you every time you two went out together, the stress of wondering if she actually enjoyed her company, the way you couldn’t truly relax in her presence– it all went away. It all left when she walked out of your life, and you’ve never felt more at peace with a decision. At least, for a little bit.

The breakup was the easy part. It was the recovery that ruined you.

You were the one to establish a rule of no contact, even after you both expressed wanting to stay in touch. It was your only way to hold on to the last sliver of pride you had left after spending a year chasing after Yu Jimin. The rule was established to allow you some time to heal, and you hoped to return to the girl as friends once you felt ready.

With this in mind, you then proceeded to spend a month barely eating, barely sleeping, and not leaving your apartment unless you needed to for classes. It was difficult to be on your own after dedicating so much time to her, falling behind, hoping that she would see you the way you saw her; but after about a month, you slowly felt yourself regaining your footing.

You started going out again, talking with your roommate, taking time to actually care for yourself. It was nice. Perhaps your progress would have left you comfortable enough to move on if you didn’t decide to go out that day.

There she was. Yu Jimin. After an exact 31 days of no contact with her, you finally cross paths. Quite literally, at that– but she wasn’t alone. There was a girl on her arm. She was pretty. Blonde with bobbed hair and a soft smile that made it impossible to hate her. Jimin was smiling too. This is the first time you’ve seen her smile like that, smiling as if she found what she was looking for after all of this time. She doesn't look past her. She sees her.

Jimin holds the other girl by the small of her waist the way she used to do with you, and she kisses her. She kissed her. Just like how she used to kiss you, but not exactly. There's love in her eyes. A warmth you’ve never seen before. In her eyes, there is certainty.

And that was the day your world came crashing down on top of you.

You tried to act normal as you walked past. You really did. Your eyes remain glued to your phone as your knuckles turn white. Her eyes didn’t even meet yours as you walked by. Why wouldn't she look at you? Maybe she's wondering why you won't look at her. That must be it. You hold your breath. As soon as she passed by, you couldn’t help yourself. You made the mistake of looking back.

…Nothing.

As soon as Jimin was out of sight, you cried. You ran home, scaring half the life out of your poor roommate, Xiaoting, as you collapsed in your bed. Everything hurts. Why did it hurt? You wanted this. You felt better without her— the tightness in your chest was gone. 

Instead, it was replaced by an indescribably painful ache. One that felt so deep within your soul it would never heal. Quietly entering your room, Xiaoting says nothing as she sits next to your limp body on the bed, rubbing your back comfortingly. The gesture only makes you sob even harder. 

She's been with you through it all. From the beginning of your relationship with Jimin till the end, she was there. Xiaoting really was a good friend.

From then on, Xiaoting’s one goal was simple: cheer you up. She would cook at least once for you every day despite not being the best chef, and she would allow you to rant about the same things over and over no matter how overbearing it got. Honestly, you started to feel a little bad. She shouldn’t have to bend over backwards for you just because you’re a little sad.

So when Xiaoting announces that you will be joining her at the bar with her friends tonight, you couldn't say no. Both because she stated it, not asked you, and that it simply was the least you could do for her. Especially after everything she’s done for you. Before you knew it, you were dressed up in your best (slutty) corset top and cargo pants with some hoops and over exaggerated makeup to accent the look. Xiaoting, as your best roommate and friend, matches with you, and you two make a big scene out of getting ready together; blasting music, doing each other's hair, borrowing each other's clothes, and more.

Xiaoting’s girlfriend Yujin had made herself at home for the pregame, and your mutual friend Hikaru soon followed. With Xiaoting as designated bartender, the four of you mingle, laughing and cracking jokes as the warmth of the alcohol and one another’s presence left you with a warming buzz. Xiaoting was an excellent mixer, and in combination with the chasers Hikaru bought and the drinking games Yujin proposed, you were all ready to go. 

Xiaoting and Yujin led the way, hand in hand as you and Hikaru trailed behind, drunkenly singing into the cold night air as you trek to the nearest bar.

Being a Friday night, the establishment had been as packed as expected, and you all squeezed your way past other visitors as you’re guided to a nearby table. Xiaoting starts off strong, ordering shots for the entire group before utilizing her combined charm alongside her girlfriend’s looks to convince guys to purchase drinks for everyone as well. You couldn’t help but laugh at the way the duo would bat their eyelashes innocently at lone men for drinks– but at least it worked.

Lazily, your eyes wander through the crowd, the alcohol in your system making it a struggle to see straight. Despite your inability to see properly, you still manage to catch a glimpse of your friends from the corner of your eye, and easily spot Yujin attempting to very publicly make out with Xiaoting as Hikaru struggles to pull her away. You stifle a laugh at the sight, and decide to leave the three to their antics whilst you look for someone to talk to.

It's been a while since you last struck up a conversation with a stranger. The last time you had put yourself out there was before you met… 

You shake your head. No. You are not letting your stupid ex ruin your night. Knitting your brows in concentration, you scan the bar. There were plenty of pretty girls to talk to, but you were feeling a little intimidated. Almost all of them came with at least one other person, and you didn’t want to intrude on anything…

 Your eyes landed on a lone blonde at the end of the table, scrolling through her phone with alcohol flushed cheeks. She seemed approachable. Worst case scenario, she simply shoos you off. Taking a deep breath, you approach the blonde, deciding to pull out your best conversation starter.

“Are you chinese? You look chinese!!” You exclaim, suddenly switching to mandarin in the middle of your sentence as you ask the question. Smooth.

The blonde girl looks as if she would’ve been extremely offended at the comment if you didn't just speak to her in her native tongue halfway through your sentence, and she quirks a brow at you, an amused smirk on her lips as she leans against the bar. 

“Yeah, I am! What's a cutie like you doing in a place like this alone??” 

You feel your heart begin to race. So far so good. “I'm not alone!!! My friends are just busy making out with each other and the other is trying to stop them!!” You also lean on the bar, though not as alluring as the blonde before you. More like you partially collapsed and partially slid on it.

She chortles at your response, “well that's not fair to you, leaving you here all alone.”

The sweet and somewhat sultry tone of the blonde makes (non alcohol induced) blush appear on your face as you laugh, “it really isn't! But whatever! My name is y/n by the way!! What's yours??” You scream over the music, sticking your hand out. It was an unexpectedly polite gesture considering your circumstances, and perhaps it may have seemed a bit comical as well with how drunk you were.

She giggles at the response, grabbing your hand then pulling you in, her lips dangerously close to your ear as she yells over the music, “Ning Yizhuo. But call me Ningning! It's cuter!”

You grin. Ningning was a cute nickname. You decided at this very moment you could trust this cute stranger with your life story and personal information she didn’t ask for, and begin to slur out.

“My friends dragged me out here because I was sad over my ex who moved on from me a month after the breakup even though we dated for a year and she's a big jerk for that even though I wish only the best for her but also I hope she dies!!!”

None of the words you spoke just now came out clear, and they seemed to trip over one another when leaving your mouth, but it was enough for the other girl to go from extremely relaxed to suddenly very heated. She stands up straight as her eyebrows knit together.

“To be honest I don’t think she ever really liked me in the first place! I don’t know!! Whatever it doesn’t matter!!!” You continue on, sounding absolutely pathetic as you let yourself feel through the anger you didn’t even know you were repressing, “I was stupid to stay with someone who couldn’t even look me in the eye when saying she loved me!! She was stupid to do the same!! Whatever!! I don’t know!!”

Ningning cuts you off with a raised hand before you can continue, “what the hell?! I hate people like that!!  You're wayyyy too hot to be treated that way! Who is she? What's her name?? I might know her!!”

Against your better drunken judgment, you decide to name drop your ex within a university bar. Because that is always a good idea. “Yu Jimin!! She's a engineering major !!!”

Ningning’s jaw drops as she stares at you, almost as if she were trying to find the correct words for what she has to say next.

“Girl, I know her !!!” She screams out after a brief moment of silence,  “we shared a class together once!! Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't know she was like that!! You deserve BETTER!” 

Before you could even think of what to say in reaction to that heavy load of information, Ningning grabs your face, pulling you into a kiss. It was a very messy one, her lips almost missing your own during the exchange. Seems like she's not entirely sober either. 

Still, even in your drunken state you knew what to do. Your hands immediately find Ningnings hair as you pull her in closer, and you can feel her smiling as she grazes her tongue over the bottom of your lip. 

You open your mouth to let her in and the only thing that you can think of or even feel for that matter is Ningning and her tongue. She… was really good at this. Jimin never kissed you like this before. Her hands trail down your back to your ass before she squeezes it, smirking when you squirm against her touch.

She breaks the kiss, her face inches away from yours as she breathes out, “you deserve so much better…” Ningning gives you a quick peck on the lips before stepping back, taking in her work with a devilish glint in her eyes. You stare at her dumbfounded for a moment before whipping out your phone, fully talking in your appearance. Your hair and makeup were a wreck. How did all of that happen just now?

“Done by yours truly~” Ningning winks at you, quickly slipping your phone out of your hand and typing something in.

“Wh— Wait what are you doing?”

“Giving you my number, obviously. My girls are gonna wonder where I went.” She hands back your phone and looks at you with soft eyes through her drunken daze. 

“Take care of yourself, yeah?” Ningning kisses you one last time, giving your hand a squeeze before letting go. She disappears into the crowd of partygoers, a sly fox-like grin on her face.

“There you are!” 

You feel an arm land on your shoulder as you jump, twirling around and looking down to see a drunk Hikaru with a slightly less drunk Xiaoting and an absolutely hammered Yujin on her side.

“We should probably head back home!” Xiaoting screams into your ear, “Hikaru’s gonna knock out on the couch and Yujin will be with me!”

Her words barely make it through to you, the music and the alcohol and the adrenaline within your system muffling out every word spoken. Regardless, you still nod and trail behind your friends as you leave, not all too sure what just happened.

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You lay in bed, eyes practically burning holes into the new contact in your phone. “宁宁<3” is what it said. 

So last night wasn’t just a dream. You really did just get a girl's number by doing nothing but spilling your secrets to a stranger. On top of all of that, your head was absolutely killing you, you swore you could feel your heartbeat within your brain. Still, that wasn’t important. Biting your lip, your fingers hover over the contact name. Should you message her? 

y/n [10:59]  — hey !! its y/n, the girl from the bar

y/n [10:59]  — thanks for keeping me company last night :)

ningning [11:06]  — i was wondering if u were gonna text me back

ningning [11:06] — and of course <3 jimin doesn’t know what she lost

y/n [11:08] — haha im flattered

y/n [11:08]  — but u barely know me??

ningning [11:11]  — that can change xx

Your eyes widen as you reread the text over and over again. Is she implying what you think she's implying? What if she's just being friendly? Can you even platonically make out with someone at the bar?

y/n [11:16] — are u asking me out on a date ning yizhuo ?

You wait. 

Oh god. What if she was just being friendly?

ningning [11:18]  — only if youll have me 

You feel yourself blush at her message, burying your face into your pillow as you squeal like a high school teenager in love. It was embarrassing in hindsight, but.. it felt nice to be wanted. 

y/n [11:19] —  of course

ningning [11:19] — perfect <3 

ningning [11:20] — dinner at my place tonight then? 

ningning [11:20] — If youre not too hungover.. 

ningning [11:20] — i got the best hangover cures ;)

you can't help but arch your eyebrow at the winky face she added at the end but brushed it off, more focused on the fact that your drunk hatred towards your ex landed you a date. 

You scramble to your feet and (metaphorically) kick down Xiaoting’s door, abruptly waking the girl from her nap as she screams out, “WO CAO!” She places a hand over her heart as she bolts up within her bed, immediately letting out a sigh of relief when she realizes it was just you. 

“Girl what the HELL is wrong with you?!” She hisses, laying back down and throwing the blanket over her head.

You, being the ever loving and best roommate ever, respond to this by jumping into bed with (on top of) the redhead and squeezing her as tight as you can while screaming “I HAVE A DATE!!!”

Xiaoting shoots back up, your arms still latched onto her torso as she looks down at you, eyes wide. “Wait, are you serious?”

You hear a low groan and a hand slapping your arm as you roll your eyes, slapping the arm back as the voice of Yujin grumbles out and shuffles deeper within the sheets.

Both you and Xiaoting look at one another and giggle before she quietly slips out of bed, quickly placing a kiss on Yujins head before grabbing your arm and leading you out of her room. Once outside, she firmly grasps your shoulders. 

“Okay, now tell me everything.”

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You nervously stand outside of Ningnings apartment, bag clutched in hand as you look back behind you. Xiaoting sat within her car on the side of the road, keeping an eye on you to make sure this girl wasn’t going to kidnap you or the other.

The two of you (and soon enough Yujin and Hikaru) had spent the day giving you pointers on how to go about the date. They had thrown an ungodly amount of clothes your way as well as telling you endless conversation starters and compliments to give another person. By the end of it all your head was overflowing with information that you were going to forget as soon as you head out the door, and all of your closet was sprawled on your bedroom floor and in the living room. Still, the girls seemed quite proud of their work.

All of you had consecutively agreed on an outfit that was nice, but not too nice. You wore a plaid skirt paired with a simple tank top and an off the shoulder cardigan.

Holding your breath, you ring the doorbell. You really hoped this wasn’t a mistake. When was the last time you were actually on a date with someone? You couldn't remember. After a few moments of silence, you hear shuffling followed by the door unlocking and Ningning poking her head out shyly. Her eyes light up at the sight of you before opening the door completely, revealing her outfit.

She wore an oversized plaid button up, unintentionally matching with your skirt alongside baggy jeans and some bunny slippers you thought were incredibly cute. Her hair was tied up in a messy but charming bun, held up by a hair stick with small gemstones dangling from the end.

This Ningning was completely different from the one you had met at the bar last night. Though, you suppose you were a different person now as well.

“You're here! Come in come in!” She grabs your hand and guides you inside. Flustered, you spare a quick glance behind you, and you can spot the silhouette of Xiaoting throwing a thumbs up from her car before Ningning closes the door behind you.

“You look gorgeous today, by the way,” Ningning compliments, her thumb rubbing over your fingers as she walks you through her apartment. The gesture makes your cheeks warm, and you find yourself easing into her touch like putty. It was a touch that was loving. Kind. Intentional. 

Her home was cozy, with white walls paired alongside warm lighting and paintings and other wall art lining the interior. There was an appetizing aroma that wafted through the air, and you had remembered that Ningning had offered to cook for you.

“What have you prepared for us tonight, chef Ningning?” You ask, squeezing her hand as she grins, “Well it's not much, I'm not a really good cook but I decided to make us some dumplings! A little basic, but it's the only dish I feel like I’ve actually perfected.”

“I hope this is the hangover cure you mentioned” you comment lightheartedly, and you sense a playful energy in the way she looks back at you.

“You'll find out soon enough.”

You once again find yourself quirking a brow at her vague answers, but she simply smiles at you innocently and you find yourself smiling back. It was hard to not be amused by her.

Ningning guides you to the kitchen, which was cleaned perfectly for your arrival. On the center of the table were multiple bamboo steamer baskets, as well as a large tea pot and a simple glass bottle with various native wildflowers as a centerpiece. 

The other girl pulls out a chair for you, and you teasing grin at the polite gesture, “how romantic, Ninging~”

She rolls her eyes and giggles before settling down herself, instantaneously pouring you a cup of tea as she gestures at the baskets, “go on, dig in. I’ll be personally offended if you don’t.”

Chuckling, you open up the baskets, releasing clouds of steam before revealing multiple handmade dumplings with various fillings and differing folding styles. Your eyes widen, and you simply comment, “wow,” before taking the first bite of the food.

To say that it tasted amazing was an understatement– you practically felt like you were thrown back to the motherland with a single bite, and it wasn’t long before you were filling your plate with more.

The two of you had spent the rest of the evening getting to know one another more. You had learned she was a computer science major and going onto her third year of uni, as well as the fact she was from Harbing whilst you shared that you were from Shanghai. 

“Big city girl, huh?” Ningning amusedly comments, sipping on her tea as you roll your eyes, “yeah… But I'm not rich or anything before you ask.”

The blonde feigns rejection as she snaps her fingers, “damn. I was gonna ask you to buy drinks next time we head to the bars, I think you owe me. ” She smiles at you, and it's warm.

You liked this. You liked how easy it was to talk to her. It was never this easy before.

Soon enough you had ended up on Ningning’s couch, browsing through movies aimlessly as the hefty meal threatened to send you into a food coma. The blonde lay comfortably in your arms underneath a blanket, her eyes occasionally fluttering shut as you continued to search for something to watch.

“Hmm, what about… Velocipastor?” The name completely throws you off guard, prompting you to click on it, skimming over the description as you feel the vibration of Ninging lazily humming beneath you. 

“Oh that movie is really good, trust me.”

“... Really? Are you sure, Ning?”

“Yeah yeah…” Her eyes were already shut as she spoke, nuzzling in closer to you as you chuckle, putting on the movie as you wrap your arms around her, pulling her in closer. 

Honestly, the movie seemed to be an excuse for the girl to be physically close to you– maybe get a nap in? You weren’t even sure if she was watching the movie at this point. Still, maybe it was for the best. Velocipastor was definitely not well funded within its production, that much could be seen. Plus, you couldn't complain about having a cute girl in your arms.

“Does your head still hurt?”

Ningning’s soft voice rings out, startling you. Honestly, you were getting pretty invested in the film, you had thought she already fell asleep.

“Mmm, a little. I don’t think your hangover cure worked.”

“Oh, the dumplings weren’t the cure.”

Your head cocks to the side as you tear your gaze away from the tv screen, looking down at the girl nestled on your chest as she looks back up at you. There was that all too familiar glint in her eyes again.

“Then what is?”

A mischievous grin curls on her lips before she leans in, connecting her lips with yours. Still a bit sluggish from the night before alongside a hefty meal, her kissing was a bit sloppy, but it was soft. Much softer than before.

You feel yourself almost immediately sigh into the kiss, and you would have found it embarrassing if she didnt guide her hand up your chest, to your neck, and into your hair, soon deepening the kiss. 

Not expecting things to escalate so soon, you couldn’t help but let out a soft whimper as your hands landed on her hips, nails digging into her sides desperately as she laughs against your lips, pulling back. 

“You’re really cute, y’know?” She purrs, using her hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face, and you can see the hint of pink spread across her lips as she smiles, drinking in the sight of you.

Before you even have a chance to respond, Ningning tackles your jawline, trailing kisses down your face and onto your neck. You try to respond, but when she starts to nip the side of your neck, the words you wanted to say somehow managed to melt into complete mush.

“Mmhmmhgh…” 

The sound that escapes your lips allows you the chance to actually feel embarrassed, and you slam a hand over your lips, looking away from Ninging. Your response elicits another laugh from the blonde, and you swear you could listen to the sound forever. 

Her symphony soon quiets though, and Ningning looks you straight in the eye, her gaze softening as she opens her mouth, struggling to find the right words to say.

“Look, I know we just met…” she trails off for a moment, almost a bit shy to continue, “but if you want to give me a chance and see where this goes, I promise I’ll treat you so well.” 

Her eyes are filled with genuine desire for you, and you couldn’t help but feel… Isolated? Targetted? For the first time you feel like you’re seen, and you don’t know what to do about it.

She presses on, “I’d really like to see you again, and I know you’re going through a lot right now but I want to be there with you every step of the way. I want to see where this takes us.”

“I want you, y/n.”

Your face heats up instantaneously, and you swear your eyes were threatening to bulge out of your skull right then and there. You look at her in silence as you struggle to find your words, and after a few seconds you finally croak out,

“I… I want to see where this takes us too, Ningning.”

Her eyes brighten at your response, and she beams, pulling you into a tight hug on the couch before interlocking her lips with yours once again. You giggle into the kiss, and throw the blanket over the two of you as the movie on the tv buzzed on. For the first time, you found someone warm enough for you.

[dark-lord-of-awesomeness]

Another anon had said something about the “fighter fighters” episode with both the cat Stan and payphone au. If the payphone keeps showing up at random times would it be more in line with the humor of gravity falls if this old tourist trap man absolutely refuses to answer the phone - only communicating by snail mail and the like. It’s not that weird because Stan lies and says he’s pushing seventy so “text me a photo? Kid you’re not even speaking English” wouldn’t be too far. They just think he’s especially technically inept. Until….well Mabel gets smart and wants to help her ridiculous old Grunkle call back the old lady(lazy Susan) at the diner he keeps flirting with. And obviously they can’t use the one at the shack because what if Ford is making him self conscious! Dipper always teases her about her dates (even if he’s almost always right ie puppet dude, Norman the stack of gnomes, and not the boy band but she figured that one out soon enough) so they have to use a payphone - romance needs privacy and mystery to bloom after all!

but also what if….

what if it never gave up

it’s been about 30 years

:)

Surely Stan can humor his favorite niece just for once right?

:)

Be a good Grunkle? He can do something as simple as that…..

:)

ohoho! I'm loving Stan's trauma being disguised as 'old man refuses to get with the times'. (I was already planning to include Stan's brand new phone trauma in ppbb, so you nailed it there). By the time the twins roll around Stan's firmly in letters, emails, or nothing. Not even Fiddleford's fancy portable phones are spared his suspicion and anxiety. Hilarious if the only quick way Stan will contact people is like, crystal balls. Technology has failed him but Ford taught him a cool trick where he throws some leaves in some water, says a name, and now he's looking through a mirror or something at whoever he called.

Really adds to his mysterious persona.

(on that thread Gideon calls and Stan doesn't even answer. The home phone is for other people, Stan tries to pretend it doesn't exist. Has Soos answer it and relay messages for him)

Now back to the Entity :)

Hmm. I'm thinking you're so right. This thing isn't human and exists on a plane parallel to theirs, so it has the time and patience (no, its stubborn. It wants to finish this meal >:() to bide its time, strike when Stan least expects it.

Now the question is if Mabel is close enough to also get snatched, or if she watches Stan take a deep breath, dial a number, then vanish from existence.

In the latter Mabel watches slack jawed, then rushes to get Ford or Dipper to help her rescue Stan from the phone that kidnapped him! Instantly throwing Ford into a panic as he scrambles to track and drag Stan back onto their plane of existence. Stan's retraumatized, and potentially slightly digested as he never leaves home without being warded but over the years might have gotten lazy with it, wore less, let some fade, etc. He's still in one piece but coated in goo and out of it. Gets dragged home and hosed down, then lectured by a worried Ford about proper ward maintenance.

In the former Stan is using his body as a shield, clutching her to his chest both so Mabel can't see the crushing darkness all around them, and so she's not getting hit with anything that's leaking through the frizzled wards. Spends the whole time giving her all kinds of reassurances, that everythings going to be OK, that this has happened to him before, and all they need to do is wait for Ford. Ford knows what to do, it'll be fine. They just have to hold on.

Meanwhile the Entity... doesn't really like this new flavor? Sure Mabels terrified and thats great, but she hasn't been marinating in hopelessness and misery for years and years. She's young, optimistic, and has a joyful outlook towards life.

Its kinda gross and ruining the experience of finally getting a taste of Stan's deep rooted misery (Stan's doing much better now too, which isn't helping) Its waited thirty years, and its pretty disappointing, having it mixed like this. Normally it'd spit Mabel out, but with the ward in the way all it can do is sit there and try to power through it, hopefully wear the wards down and get at the one human it hasn't been able to snatch and spit out the other.

Thankfully Ford, king of paranoia even after all theses years, notices pretty quickly that his Stan alert has gone off, and Stan's in danger. Isn't too worried at first, because Stan's constantly putting himself in danger, but as time goes on and Ford realizes it isn't stopping, his other methods of tracking Stan's safety aren't working, and he hasn't been able to contact Stan through any of their established modes since Stan won't use a phone.

Rushes to track Stan down and yanks him from the stomach. Again. Any anger he has dies at the combined terrified faces of Mabel and Stan, and he drags them home and hoses them both down, then gives her and Dipper a pg version of the thing thats been trying to eat Stan for thirty years, and how its the reason Stan won't use phones.

Mabel is mostly fine, especially when she gets reassured that she wasn't the target and wouldn't ever be with her cheery personality, then also decides to never use pay phones ever. Cell phones are on thin ice.

[notiddygothgf]

i.

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝Baby, you're a star. Fuck me all night. Show me who you are, Pornstar.❞

★ c.w.: me rushing through plotbuilding to get to the good stuff, aki being an asshole, tension.

★ a/n: hiiiii! im so excited for this lil short story. its just something i was inspired to write while finishing up shameless. i thought... wow i love writing simp aki. now what if he was mean.... hrnngfhghj.... anyway so this is the fruit of that! i hope you enjoy, i should have the next chapter up soon if my studies permit!!!!! enjoy and leave lots of comments (ill update quicker if u do tee hee)

★ w.c: .5.2k

pornstar ; chapter index

AKI HAYAKAWA WAS infuriating. As a Captain, he was capable. As a man? He was, single-handedly, without a doubt, the most insufferable individual you had ever had the displeasure of working with. He had this "I'm-better-than-everyone" sort of approach to life, was impossible to conversate with, and had no regard for leniency or any other sort of thing that required him to have basic human decency. He was a machine – all he cared about was work, work, devils, Miss Makima's orders, and work. You knew that any human who had gone through what he had gone through would be a little rough around the edges, but "rough" was an understatement. He was an asshole.

Still, he was undeniably attractive. Considerably handsome. He had the most striking blue eyes – an almost elvish face partially hidden behind his midnight black hair. You had never seen it out of its signature ponytail, but his bangs were fluffy enough for you to know that it was soft. Rosy pink lips that seemed to permanently rest in a scowl and a jawline that could cut steel topped it all off.

Additionally, he was a horror to work with. 

Exhibit A:

One day, after a mission, you were trying (unceremoniously) to use your sword the way you had seen Captain Hayakawa do once before. It was something you hadn't seen before, a flick of the wrist, a movement of the arm, you weren't quite sure. Regardless, it had been smooth, and you needed to have something that looked cool in your itinerary.

So you spun the sword around the way he had. And, of course, the sword promptly flew out of your hand and landed on the floor five feet away with a resounding clatter – one that attracted the gazes of the rest of your team (including him).

"What the hell are you trying to do? Kill us?" He had asked.

Embarrassed, you tried to cover up for yourself, "I was trying to recreate this one move I saw you do earlier, but I think I need to work on my form."

He scowled then, perfect eyebrows drawn together, and grumbled, "You want my advice? Give up."

Exhibit B: 

Your team was investigating an abandoned building on the outskirts of Tokyo. Captain Hayakawa was, as per usual, leading the pack. Following close behind him (because, admittedly, you were a little scared of the dark and he was holding the flashlight), you were at eye-level with his back, and he had... quite an intimidating physique, but that was a story for another time. 

(Still, for the reference, the hard, muscled planes of his back practically obstructed your entire field of vision).

"We've been searching for hours now, Aki," Himeno sighed, crossing her arms after reaching into her pocket and fishing out a cigarette. Somewhere in the back of your head, you remembered your Public Safety trainer telling you that it was bad practice to introduce fire to uncertain situations. "Might be time to give it a break."

"Maybe we can split off into groups?" You suggested, "We might be able to cover more ground that way."

He paused, then, glancing over his shoulder – cobalt eyes partially hidden by the dim light, "Butt out."

Alright then.

Exhibit C:

Denji burst out laughing, nearly choking on his food. "Nah, nah—hold up, say that again! That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard." 

You smirked, swirling your drink. "I'm just saying, Denji. If you actually tried using your brain once in a while, it might not be so bad for you." 

Denji scoffed. "Like you're one to talk!" 

Aki exhaled sharply through his nose, setting his chopsticks down with a quiet clack. His patience, already thin, finally snapped. He glanced between the two of you, his expression flat, voice edged with irritation. 

"It's funny how you morons flock together, isn't it?" 

Denji's grin faltered. You shifted in your seat, the weight of Aki's words settling over the table like a heavy fog. 

No one said anything after that. The conversation was over.

So, yes, in short, he was impossible. His attitude and yours made for a deadly combo – namely, that the two of you were constantly butting heads. You weren't quite sure why everyone but you seemed to get along with him just fine – was he different towards you? Were you imagining it? Were you the problem?

Even Himeno was starstruck by the guy. Now, admittedly, he was handsome. Still, that wasn't an excuse to be an asshole.

Presently, you were on a mission, standing around in some damp, dimly lit alley with Himeno, Aki, Denji, and Power. The target—a devil you were supposed to be tracking—had yet to show itself, and the whole thing had devolved into a waiting game. A miserable, frustrating waiting game. 

At least Himeno was good company. You leaned against the wall beside her, arms crossed, your breath fogging slightly in the cold night air. 

"I swear, if we wait any longer, I'm gonna fuse with the concrete," you muttered. 

Himeno laughed, nudging your shoulder with hers. "That'd make things interesting. Maybe we'd finally get some action." 

Aki, stationed a few feet away, turned his head slightly at the sound of your conversation. "Shut up," he said, voice low and firm. "We're working." 

You sighed, long and theatrical. "Bruh. We've been here for three hours, waiting for something to happen. If it hasn't by now, it's not gonna." 

Denji, crouched a little ways off, perked up at that. "For real, man. I say we just bust in somewhere and start smashing shit until something shows up." 

Power grinned, baring her teeth. "Yes! At last, a plan worth considering! Denji, you are a true genius." 

Aki exhaled sharply, the kind of exhale that carried the weight of profound disappointment. "If the two of you move from that spot, I swear to god—" 

"Relax," you interrupted, smirking. "No one's actually gonna do anything. We're just talking." 

Aki's gaze snapped to you. "That's the problem. Talking gets in the way of listening." 

You raised an eyebrow. "Listening to what? The sound of absolutely nothing happening?" 

For a second, his jaw twitched—just a little, just enough for you to catch it—but he said nothing, just turned his attention back to the alley. 

Himeno shot you a knowing look, grinning. You had a feeling she found the whole thing amusing. Maybe because she knew Aki well enough to see what you couldn't. 

Denji stretched his arms above his head with a groan. "Man, I hope this devil shows up soon. I'm starving." 

"You're always starving," Power said. "'Tis because you are a weak and pathetic man." 

"At least I ain't lying about it," Denji shot back. 

Himeno shook her head, laughing under her breath. You smiled too, despite yourself. Because honestly? As much as you hated standing around doing nothing, there were worse people to be stuck with.

After the investigation scene was cleared – a gruesome hour later – you and Himeno sat on a rock outside the building. A cigarette burned between her fingertips. You didn't smoke, but the smell didn't bother you – not nearly as much as it used to. So, instead of complaining, the two of you sat in companionable silence. She smoked and you... well, you told yourself you were relaxing, but that was a lie.

No, deep down, you knew you were staring right at the illustrious lieutenant captain Hayakawa, watching him take his smoke break a pointed ten yards away from the two of you – smoke practically pouring out of your ears.

Way to make it clear that you're not interested in conversing, you thought.

God, he's such a stuck-up prick.

You had a mission report to give him, a summary of damages and whatnot, something stupid like that, but you were dreading giving it. If Himeno wasn't taking her much deserved smoke break, you would have asked her to do it. 

You supposed it was unavoidable.

"I gotta give the mission brief to stick-in-the-ass," You sighed, turning your head to the side to size her up.

She winced, then chuckled. "He's not so bad."

"Yeah, to you," You whined. "I swear, he has it out for me."

"I think you're right, actually," She hummed, tapping the end of her cigarette and spreading the ash on the ground. "I wonder what you did."

Exasperatedly, you threw your hands out, whisper-shouting, "Nothing!"

"Wanna ask him?" She teased, kicking you in the shin with her boot. 

"Not a chance," You answered. Still, standing up and dusting off your knees, you added, "I'm gonna get it over with."

Himeno waved you off with a lazy flick of her wrist, taking another slow drag from her cigarette. "Good luck," she said, exhaling smoke through her nose. "Try not to pick a fight."

You scoffed. "I don't pick fights."

Himeno gave you a pointed look.

"...Not on purpose."

She laughed as you turned away, rubbing at the spot where she'd kicked your shin. With each step toward Aki, your reluctance grew heavier, settling in your stomach like a stone. He hadn't looked at you once—not even when you'd gotten up, not when your boots scraped against the pavement, not when you stopped just a few feet away.

You cleared your throat. "Mission report."

That finally got his attention. He flicked ash from his cigarette, eyes shifting toward you, dark and unreadable in the dim alley light. "Go ahead."

Right. Because heaven forbid he make things easy.

You inhaled sharply through your nose, forcing yourself to keep your tone professional. "Minimal collateral damage. No casualties. Devil confirmed dead." You paused, watching for some kind of reaction. When none came, you added, "Oh, and Power punched a hole through the third-floor wall. Don't ask me why."

Aki's brow twitched—just a little, just enough for you to catch it. "I see."

Silence.

That was it? Not even a sigh, a comment, an ounce of acknowledgment? You gritted your teeth.

"That's it? You see?"

Aki took another slow drag, exhaling through his nose like he was already tired of this conversation. "What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know, maybe 'Thanks for telling me, oh esteemed and respected colleague,'" you deadpanned, shifting your weight onto one leg.

Aki exhaled sharply—right in your face. A deliberate stream of smoke curled into your eyes, stinging, making you cough.

You recoiled, waving a hand in front of your face. "Oh, screw you," you muttered, blinking against the burn.

Aki didn't react. Not a smirk, not a flicker of amusement—just that same blank stare as he took one last drag, then flicked the cigarette to the ground. The quiet scrape of his Converse sneaker grinding it into the pavement felt just as dismissive as the way he looked through you.

"Go get some rest," he said, tone clipped, final. Then he turned and walked off, leaving you standing there, fists clenched, scowling after him.

God, he was impossible.

You spun on your heel and stormed back toward Himeno, already composing the exact rant you were about to unload on her.

The aftermath of one particular mission had been messy. The kind of messy that left the street littered with rubble, the air thick with dust, and your muscles aching from overuse. The scent of blood and burning filled your lungs. Somewhere in the distance, a car alarm was blaring, and you could hear Power cackling about something—probably the chaos she had personally contributed to—but your attention was locked onto the man standing in front of you. 

Aki was rigid, shoulders squared, his coat hanging loose where the fabric had been torn. His hair was a little mussed—annoyingly attractive, even now—but it was his expression that held you in place. 

Cold. Impassive. But beneath that, a restrained, simmering anger, the kind that barely clung to the edges of control. 

And then, suddenly, he moved. 

The way he turned toward you wasn't abrupt—it was slow, deliberate, every step measured. His presence alone was enough to make you tense, though you refused to show it. When he spoke, his voice was low and steady, but every syllable was razor-sharp. 

"What the hell were you thinking?" 

The words struck harder than you expected, sinking under your skin before you could throw up any defenses. You were still catching your breath, sweat cooling against your skin, adrenaline still singing in your veins, but you forced yourself to straighten, shaking off the weight of his scrutiny. 

You lifted a hand, swiping away some of the blood smeared across your cheek— not yours, thankfully—and shrugged, keeping your voice as casual as possible. 

"I was thinking that I got the job done." 

Aki's expression didn't change, but something in his jaw ticked. He ran a hand through his midnight colored bangs, exhaling sharply through his nose. You could see the way his patience frayed, hanging by a thread, stretched taut and ready to snap. 

"The job," he echoed flatly, like the word itself irritated him. "Right. And what about the building you nearly leveled?" 

You scoffed, crossing your arms. "It wasn't that bad." 

Aki's eyes darkened, his expression shifting into something heavier. "Three floors caved in," he said, tone low and measured, but beneath the restraint, you could hear the crack of irritation bleeding through. 

He stepped closer, not enough to be aggressive, but enough that you felt it—the weight of his anger pressing into you, the sheer force of his presence making it harder to breathe. 

"Do you even understand how reckless that was?" 

Your fingers curled into fists. Of course, you understood. You understood that things had gotten messy, that your plan hadn't been the safest, but what pissed you off the most wasn't that he was right—it was that he always acted like he was the only one who was right. Like you were some reckless idiot who didn't think things through. 

Your jaw tightened. "It wasn't like I had a choice," you shot back. "I did what I had to do." 

It was different, this time. Aki took another step forward, and this time, you felt the air shift between you, thick with something you didn't want to name. His movements were precise, controlled, but his eyes—his eyes—were burning with something deeper. 

"You don't get to decide that," he said, voice quieter now, but no less cutting. "You follow orders. You don't play hero." 

You swallowed hard. 

The way he was looking at you made heat crawl up your spine, frustration twisting into something else—something that had nothing to do with anger and everything to do with how unfairly attractive he was when he was pissed off. 

Your fingers twitched at your sides. "If I hadn't done what I did, people could've died." 

Aki's jaw tightened. "If you keep pulling reckless shit like that, you're going to die." 

His words hit harder than they should have, but you refused to let them sink in. Instead, you glared, chin tilting up defiantly even as your breath hitched. 

"And I'm not cleaning up your mess when it happens," he muttered. 

There was something in his tone—something unreadable, something you almost wanted to reach for, like he was trying to cover up the fact that he might have cared about you a little bit—but before you could, before you could shove back with another retort or demand what the hell he actually meant by that, he turned. 

Without another word, he walked off, leaving you standing there, heart racing, thoughts in complete disarray. 

You exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down your face. 

God, you really needed therapy. 

Or maybe I just need to get laid? You thought. Perhaps it was the involuntary celibacy getting to you.

You decided that you needed both.

Mission get laid was a lot easier said than done. In your line of work, people often didn't last long enough to fuck around. If they did, they were assholes (not pointing fingers at anyone in particular). A few weeks later, and you were aching for some action. Everything seemed to piss you off a little more than usual. In fact, someone seemed to piss you off more than usual.

Hayakawa the cockblock.

You didn't know when you started thinking of him like that, but the title fit. It wasn't just that Aki was always there—it was that he seemed to have a personal vendetta against anyone who so much as looked at you the wrong way. If a guy even considered flirting with you, Aki had something to say about it. If a conversation lasted longer than a few words, Aki was there, lurking like a shadow, arms crossed, expression unreadable but just judgmental enough to kill the mood.

It was frustrating. More than frustrating. You were an adult. You could make your own decisions. You could handle yourself.

Which made this all the more annoying.

You had been talking to one of the newer guys, a hunter from another division, who, for once, wasn't a total weirdo or an asshole. He was tall, dark-haired, had one of those easy grins that made it clear he knew exactly how attractive he was—but not in an annoying way.

And he was into you. That much was obvious.

He had slid up beside you while you were taking a break, an easy smirk on his lips as he leaned against the railing beside you.

"You always look this intense?" he asked, tilting his head toward you.

You quirked a brow, unimpressed. "You always this nosy?"

He laughed, and okay—maybe it was kind of a nice laugh. He held his hands up in mock surrender. "Can't blame me for trying to get to know the prettiest hunter in the division."

You snorted, rolling your eyes, but the corner of your lips twitched upward. "Is that what you tell all the girls?"

"Only the ones who might actually kill me," he shot back, grinning.

Alright. Maybe this wasn't the worst conversation you'd had in weeks. He was easy to talk to, and more importantly, he wasn't running for the hills after five minutes of conversation.

"So, drinks after work?" he asked, cutting straight to the point. "I know a place."

And you were considering it. Actually considering it. What was the harm? A drink, some harmless flirting—

But before you could so much as open your mouth—

"Get back to work."

Your entire body tensed. That voice. Of course.

You turned your head just enough to see him. Aki stood a few feet away, arms crossed, expression blank but so obviously irritated that you had to bite back a groan.

The guy beside you straightened a little, caught off guard by the interruption. "I was just—"

"You were slacking off," Aki cut in, voice sharp, authoritative. "We're not done here."

You huffed, shoulders dropping. "Oh, come on," you said, turning to him fully now. "Are you serious?"

Aki didn't even look at you. His gaze stayed fixed on the other hunter, cool and dismissive. "You have a job to do," he said simply. "So do we."

The guy beside you hesitated, glancing between you and Aki, clearly weighing whether this was a fight worth picking. After a beat, he let out a breath and muttered a quick, "See you around," before walking off, scratching the back of his neck.

You watched him go, feeling the frustration coil tight in your stomach before you rounded on Aki.

"What the hell was that?"

"Flirting on the job is unprofessional," he said flatly.

You scowled. "I wasn't. He was asking me out for drinks."

Aki didn't react, just stared at you, unblinking, unimpressed. "Don't get drinks with him."

You narrowed your eyes. "Oh? Why's that?"

"He's not trustworthy."

"Oh, please." You scoffed. "You don't even know him."

Aki's jaw tightened. "Doesn't matter."

You crossed your arms, staring at him hard. "Why?"

He didn't answer right away. He just looked at you. That cold, assessing look, the kind that made your skin prickle, like he was peeling back your layers, picking apart your intentions before you even had the chance to understand them yourself.

And then, finally—

"Just don't."

Something inside you twisted, irritation spiking high, sharp. You tilted your head, expression turning coy, teasing, because if he was going to be insufferable, you might as well make him suffer for it.

"What, you worried about me?"

Aki's expression didn't change. But his eyes darkened, just a fraction, and for a split second, you thought—maybe—that you saw something else flicker behind them.

But whatever it was, it was gone before you could name it.

"Get your head out of your ass," he muttered, and before you could fire back, he turned and walked off, leaving you standing there, fists clenched, frustration bubbling over into something you weren't quite ready to deal with.

You let out a slow breath, forcing your shoulders to relax.

The silence felt heavier now. The absence of the guy who had been flirting with you only made it worse—like the moment had been stolen right out from under you. You turned your head slightly, watching Aki's retreating figure, and something about the way he walked—stiff, tense—made you wonder.

Was it really about professionalism? Or was it something else entirely?

You exhaled sharply, dragging a hand down your face.

Hayakawa the cockblock strikes again.

You swore to God—one of these days, you were going to figure him out.

And when you did?

You weren't sure who would come out of it in one piece.

Late one evening, heart racing in your chest, you raised a hand to knock at Captain Hayakawa's door. You hadn't been sure whether or not he would have even been in so late, but you saw the telltale light shining through from beneath his door, and you knew he was working later than usual. So, gathering your wits and your courage (and smoothing your hands over your clothes to correct your appearance), you finally knocked.

It was answered with a faint, "Come in." Something only he could make sound scary, truly.

Be brave. Be brave, you told yourself. You had spent the entire way over here deliberating what you would say to him once you had him face-to-face – a lie you had rehearsed to explain your absence from work in a few days, something about your grandmother being sick, typical par for the course. You couldn't back down. Not now. Instead of running away like you really wanted to (because you knew that once you were inside, it would be just you and him, and you weren't entirely sure you were ready for that), you entered.

You poked your head in first. Swallowing the thickness that had settled in the depths of your throat, you called out to him, "Sorry to bother you so late, Captain."

He was sitting all alone inside, hair neatly done back – and, for a moment, you couldn't help the fleeting thought that he might have straightened out his appearance in the few seconds it had took him to respond to your knock. Papers were sprawled out over the length of his desk in neat stacks. The room was dimly lit, save for a lamp at his desk. He had a pen pinched between his index finger and his thumb, tip tapping mindlessly against the wooden surface. 

Beneath the dim light, he looked a little older than you knew him to be. He was either 20 or 21, you couldn't quite remember. Either way, he was only a year or two older than yourself, but the experience gap was noticeable. You knew that could easily be attributed to the psychological horrors he had witnessed at a young and impressionable age, but that was a type of business you tried not to mind. The bags under his eyes were a little more pronounced than usual, blue eyes half-lidded and droopy, like he was trying not to pass out.

His eyes dropped to your shoes, then raked themselves up your tense form. You writhed beneath the heat of his gaze.

God, I can never tell what he's thinking.

"Is something the matter?" He asked, something so remarkably normal and not angry that you had to actually do a double-take. When you said nothing, he curled a brow at you, waiting for your response. 

Now that you were actually standing there in his office, you were getting cold feet. No longer were you confident in the lie you had carefully conceived on the ride over. Truthfully, you had a date, but you knew you couldn't tell him that.

Was it that you knew or that you were ashamed?

Frighteningly enough, you weren't entirely sure. Either way, it felt like you were walking up to your father, about to tell him you had been hiding a boyfriend from him for the past year. 

So, switching your weight from foot to foot, you answered shakily, "I have... uh..." You swallowed, "I wanted to tell you that I won't be coming into work on Thursday."

That got his attention. He set the pen down, leaning back in his work chair and giving you the kind of look that could wither a fucking plant. "It's your responsibility to tell me a week in advance. That's when I make the schedules."

You hesitated, the weight of his gaze almost suffocating. The silence in the room stretched longer than it should have, thick and heavy with the unspoken words hanging in the air. You had to say something—anything—to break it.

"I'm... I'm visiting my sick grandmother," you said, the words feeling foreign as they left your lips. It was a story you had fabricated on the way here, an easy excuse that anyone could buy. But even as you said it, you felt a pang of guilt, like you were betraying something, someone.

Aki's eyes flickered over you, narrowing slightly, as though evaluating the sincerity of your statement. You couldn't read him—he was too good at keeping his thoughts hidden. For a brief moment, you wondered if he knew you were lying. His expression didn't change, but the air in the room seemed to grow colder, more tense.

"Alright," he said with a sigh, the words laced with resignation, though you couldn't quite tell whether it was disappointment or just weariness. "I'll make an exception. But don't make a habit of this."

His voice was the same as always—calm, almost too calm—but the underlying exhaustion was palpable, like he was just tired of dealing with people's excuses. You couldn't blame him for that. You knew he had been through more than his fair share of hardships, and the last thing he probably wanted was to deal with your little white lie.

You stood there for a moment, not sure what to do next, before Aki leaned back in his chair, picking up his pen again, signaling the end of the conversation. His focus returned to the papers on his desk, his posture relaxed, but something about the way he avoided your gaze made your stomach twist.

Before you could make a quick exit, something unplanned slipped from your mouth, almost without your permission.

"Hey, um... Himeno and I are going out for drinks tomorrow with some of the others from different divisions. You should come with us," you blurted out, the words catching in your throat as you said them. "It'd be nice if you joined us. We could all hang out for once. You know... get out of the office for a bit."

The request came out of nowhere, and you couldn't quite understand why you had said it. You had never once thought to invite Aki to something like this before. It felt... strange. You knew he wasn't exactly the social type, and you weren't even sure why you wanted him there in the first place. Maybe it was the loneliness that crept up on you during the long, sleepless nights. Maybe it was the faint hope that his presence would fill the empty spaces that seemed to grow wider between you and the people you worked with.

His gaze shot up to meet yours, and for a moment, you almost regretted speaking. He looked at you like you had just said something completely absurd, like it didn't even make sense.

"You want me to come out with you?" Aki asked, his tone a mix of incredulity and something else—maybe amusement, maybe suspicion. It was hard to tell with him.

"And Himeno. Yeah," You answered back, rather stupidly.

Your heart raced, and you shifted awkwardly on your feet, the uncertainty gnawing at you. Why had you invited him? You didn't even know why you wanted him there, why you felt this strange, impulsive need to extend an invitation. The thought of spending time with him outside of work—outside of the walls where everything was so professional and detached—seemed impossible. But here you were, offering him an out-of-place invitation to something that was supposed to be casual, easy, and fun.

Everything he was not.

"I mean, it's not like a big deal or anything," you continued, your voice faltering slightly. "It's just drinks with everyone... Himeno and some of the other teams. You could join us. It'll be a good way to unwind. We don't do this often, but..." You trailed off, suddenly unsure of yourself. "I don't know. You don't have to if you don't want to."

What the hell am I doing?

For a moment, Aki didn't say anything. He just stared at you, his expression unreadable, as if he were processing your words in his mind. He was quiet for too long, and you felt yourself growing more self-conscious by the second, like you had made a huge mistake.

But then, just as you were about to apologize for being so forward, he let out a soft sigh, one that barely registered as a sound.

"Alright," he said, his voice as flat as ever. "I'll think about it."

And just like that, the tension in the room seemed to dissipate. The cold, businesslike atmosphere returned, and you realized he wasn't going to press you further on it. But you still didn't understand why you had invited him. Why him? Of all the people, why did you want Aki to be there?

"Alright, goodnight then," you said, your voice sounding louder in your own ears than you intended. You started to turn toward the door, almost relieved that the conversation was over.

"Goodnight," he replied, already turning his attention back to his papers, not sparing you another glance.

You left his office, the door clicking shut behind you, but the weight of the interaction lingered in your chest. The invitation you had made—so impulsive, so sudden—felt strange. You didn't understand why you had said it, or why it felt like there was something more to it, something you couldn't quite place.

Why is my heart racing a mile a minute?

As you walked down the dimly lit hallway, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the night than you were letting on. A part of you wanted to retreat, to pretend it hadn't happened, but another part of you couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he said yes. 

Would it change things? Would it make you feel differently?

You didn't know the answers, but one thing was certain: something was different. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on.

No, you weren't going crazy. Something had shifted between the two of you.

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early birthday gift for the annoying ass stupid ass ring light person qwah pUH

warning ; slightly suggestive 💥

@hexsie @knightedmares @neo91502 @its-a-me-mango

so i had a plan to animate this ish for this stupid silly as a joke due to we share the interest of this green penguin youtuber, isaacwhy, in the summer. to then find out in my storyboarding class my new assignment was just animating/storyboarding a short sound clip... so what better opportunity to do it than now and it time for this silly ass 18th birthday :3c

i realized i forgot a few things, made some mini mistakes at the end but thats okay we ball

okay now for a bday message get out if ur not the ring light bitch /hj

from the moment i first met you... i wanted you to DIE TO GET OUT OF MY LIFE TO OBLITERATE INTO PIECES TO LOSE EVERY ROUND OF PRESSURE TO GO TO BED WITH WARM PILLOWS AND STUMB YOUR PINKY YOU GET A DEAD SCREEN TO POP UP AS YOU FALL INTO THE GROUND DECAYING AWAY AND - cOUGH ough sorry about that ahem the demons came out anywho- DIE- ahem...

nova i know i've given you my heartfelt personal message during my birthday time, so i wanted to give one too- even if most of it you may already know or i already said iuhkjfewds

the past... half a yEAR??? good gracious too long /JOKE has been a very silly and stressing ride gOD /lh. you've definitely changed my life and even influenced me as a person for the better. your silly high-pitch tone, the playful bullying, and even the obsession of your hex3 has just been enjoyable to experience and even participate the past few months. even just recently you getting me into your markipler in space fixation was definitely something i wasn't expecting and im still thINKING ABOUT IT HELLO???? IM TRYING TO BRAINSTORM A DAY TO WATCH IT AND AT THIS POINT WE MIGHT AS WELL DO IT ON THE PARTY OR MONDAY NEXT WEEK AT NIGHT YUIHKJFEDWSUGJH.

even with the characters in my brain i've told you about earlier of this year, hexsy is still checkin in as con {ander's oc} still does and she's been so nicey the following months even if not often i see her, but just like u irl reminds me of ur STUPID HETERO FIC ISTFG- it was genuinely so good holy shit. me and my plane trips istfg its always either me watching the new smg4 episode or reading a fanfic last time it was brain's, an this time is you and josie's IOHKJBFEDSH i love all the silly words in silly plot lines with silly characters so exciting and creative gUH. anyways... u'll get ur silly paragraphs today too teehee :3

but seriously you do bring a lot of good joy and happiness with the people around you, even if your sillyness can be a teeny bit scawey to endure, its also intoxicating and a disease it's personally affected how i even act but in the most positive way possible its raised my silly bar, but also genuinely made me so much more confident?? you've helped me learn to be myself and to be afraid to be silly, EVEN if the chance of embarrassment comes by, its not a terrifying if i have done it when i was my shy anxiety angsty teen ihugjrhefds. i adore and appreciate your company even in moments you scare me and bully me into not reading or looking at your stuff LEAVE ME ALONE YOU FREAK!!!! IMPATIENT!!!! /J /SILLY /LH i still hope your doing good at your school and preparing for your college adventures. i'll still be here to support and help you throughout so dont u dare think u're going thru this alone i gotchu- unless i die or smth but we boutta find out /j uigHJFDS

totally normal and not suspicious at all give me rizz tips pls knight is gatekeeping me all he ever talks about is spongebob did u form into a yellow sponge or smth is that the trick OHHH YEAHH GET IT BC TRICK IS HIS OC NAME AND im so funny please laugh and give me tips COUGHS- /HJ

lastly... if you think i don't have a lil silly idea thingy to share on ur bday, ur horribly mistaken. i dont know either to show it oN the day of ur birth or the birthday party, but we're gonna find out iughjvfredws just remind me till then since i know you will :))) its somewhat cool i think please think its cool its ugly yes but i'll improvise maybe trust

okay the moment your reading and watching this im in my night class sooooo may see ur messages or wait for another hr YES WAIT YOU FREAK until im done with class so we can yap jajajaj 💥

anyways have sum gift art bc i know u will cry if u dont get smth 💥

and yuri too LMAO

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Your future spouse 💰💍💗 fears, how you’ll meet, etc! Collab 💌

Hey friends! Today we’re doing a lovely collab with the mystical and wonderful @julyourwitch ! This was honestly such a cool collab with her 🤗💘 Ya’ll might wanna sit down for this one…its juicy 👀 we actually had some telepathy going on between us too as we were channeling 🤣 anyway, pick your pile below and enjoy this reading brought to you by us 💘🤗 feel free to comment, like and reblog. Your feedback is appreciated 😍 Happy picking!! (The last pic could not fit properly 😭)

Pile 1 💰🤍: Channeled by the lovely @celestialtarot11 Hi pile 1’s! Welcome to your reading 🙌☕️ let’s get started. Your future spouse is someone who loves spending quality time with you and money💰 your first date could be during the winter season for some of ya’ll, or in the summer. It may involve ice cream as seen in the card 👀 this person may be at a physical distance from you and you’d probably drive a few hours to see them, or have to take the plane. They have no problem paying for the plane 💅🏻 This person mentally & emotionally has fears about the future when it comes to commitment, but I see they are open about this and are willing to work on this with you. They are sweet, reciprocal, open and very chatty 💘💅🏻 they love to sweet talk you and they have a very attractive smile and laugh. Something you’ll feel drawn to. They could have Leo placements and Sagittarius! This person before you meet could work through self sabotage issues, especially abandonment. They’re afraid someone will leave them first, so they’re afraid to show themselves to you but eventually your connection will grow wonderfully. Lots of mutual attraction, values, goals. This is a spiritual connection as well, how you two will meet will be spiritual. You may have visions of them, so will this person. You may feel them close by (their energy) and know they are coming to meet you soon. This is someone who can meet you at your level and show up 🙌 This person could be hesitant to show their feelings for you at first but this will be overcome. I believe spirit is divinely guiding this marriage, and you may actually manifest each other before meeting 💍☕️ this person may do it unconsciously, whereas you may have a whole sit down and journal everything you want in a partner. Honestly thats valid! Get clear on what you want before ya’ll meet, this is important spirit says. For some of ya’ll, ya’ll are ready for this marriage commitment now 💗 ya’ll deeply want this and know what it takes. Spirit is offering guidance and says you’ll get there. Thank you pile 1’s! Feel free to like, reblog and share your thoughts always 🤍 your picture below —>

Pile 2 💼💍: By the lovely @celestialtarot11 Welcome dear pile 2’s! This is your reading if you felt drawn to this. This person could interact with your social media before talking. They may heart your story, stalk your account, and try to know all there is about you before talking you up. They want to get a better sense of who you are, but here’s the thing, social media only shows a small portion of our lives. This person is deeply curious and wants to have a stable connection or idea of you. Eventually this person will text you, find the courage to speak up and start something! It may catch you by surprise but maybe you’ll know this stalking was happening already. For those who do not have social media you could meet them at a wedding, reception, or a regular event. They will be the waiter/waitress, and serve you. But their eye will be on you. They want to know all there is throughout the event. This person overthinks a lot and feels alone and scared in the world, they have a tendency to think they have to do it all alone. This person desires support however and someone to understand them. They want stability, for someone to take their time ❤️‍🩹 they have been through a lot. Its easy for them to get overwhelmed as you two talk for the first time. But they dream of you a lot, daydreaming. They have lots of fantasies of you, and they may even place you on a pedestal. This person does have self esteem issues, this is something that will be worked on through your marriage. There’s an awareness that they want an intimate connection, but also feel they aren’t worthy of it too. This will come up to be healed throughout your relationship. The Share Tenderness card tells me they are someone who is reciprocal, giving, gentle with their hands 😉 and loves knowing how you feel. They will constantly want to know from a place of care. I’m seeing lots of texts when you’re first dating, hows your morning going? Hows your night? How do you feel about xyz? Tell me what you think. Lots of that. Incredibly sweet, but is afraid of loss and rejection. They want you to send pictures of you because they find you beautiful 💘 and attractive. They love to admire you. It’s not necessary sexual in nature although it can develop, but this person has very genuine intentions towards you when they approach you. Not necessarily lustful. I think a part of them is spiritual as well, but it’s in the baby stages of developing. So when they meet you, an awakening will occur. Or many, as much as its needed to grow this person 🤗 i think you two will explore the cosmos together. This person is dreamy, romantic, and has a nostalgic vibe to them. But they won’t show this first. The more you know them, the more they are a softie. Cancer vibes are strong here, so is Scorpio and Virgo 💅🏻 thank you so much pile 2’s!! Feel free to comment, like and reblog 🤗🤍 thank you for your continued support! Your picture below —>

Pile 3 💪❤️‍🩹: Channeled by the one and only @julyourwitch ! Hello viewers, lovely souls and even readers(tarot or not) of the pile 3! Well, let's start with the energy that I feel most strongly from signs: Earth (mostly Virgo and Taurus) Fire (Aries & Sagittarius) and a bit of Air (Gemini & Libra) but I believe there are also some placements that dominate the following signs I mentioned above! I see here that the future husband (whether female or male is not something specific) has high self-esteem and knows how to take care of himself/herself, his/her values, his/her things, important people around him/her, knows how to behave and appreciate the other as well as be appreciated back! I feel like they like to wear good quality clothes and generally obsess about wearing things to feel good about themselves (they don't discriminate against any kind of quality clothes or anything, they've been through that 'poverty' phase too) I believe that respect and manners are everything for them and how much more they see it in those around them. But there is a little ego-pathy or beauty-pathy (I mean, they feel overly beautiful and even enjoy it, I wouldn't characterize them as narcissists anyway!) They appreciate what they have and acquire, mostly they are not ungrateful and this is very important for them not to be something they don't want to become or happen to them in a situation or people. I can tell that they have an obsession or tendencies to obsess over some object or person or something that they create and make it theirs! They really love stability, they don't want to rush at all or make rushy or sudden moves/decisions without properly processing and filtering them. They want everything to be on schedule, even their time off at home/work!Something I noticed now, they may want many other things, such as more money, stability, full schedule, clothes, household items, etc...but they wouldn't at all like to see the other person just like them. As if they'll get competitive or they might make a scene and leave without let you say a word ☠️ They enjoy and rejoice greatly in the positivity of life, the satisfaction and pleasure of what they have achieved and acquired/conquered! They are very optimistic people, they'll always want to help you with the honor and generosity in them (sometimes they will want to take something from you but not maliciously) it seems that they really went through a lot either in their childhood or growing up after puberty(or while they had puberty) and they had some intense situations with people who abused and manipulated them emotionally and physically. I heard very clearly "You know, I can read your mind and how you express yourself just by your facial/body expressions" No matter what they've been through, they know when to speak up if the other person is faking, lying, or trying to hide something. They are grateful for what life has taught them, because they always say "It's all in life, so with a smile and courage it gives you strength and peace within you" Their motto is like" I'll be stronger mentally and emotionally so why should I be scared or a coward?" WOA HAHAAHAH I LAUGHED HARD HERE I'M SORRY 😭😭

Omg pile 3, your future spouse has been really hurt, victim and in a tough situation indeed but they already know that it won't be temporary they're so self aware I can't 🥺🥺 As I said, they cherish and respect people that are honest and real with them,honesty and a stable psychological or mental state are everything to them because that is what they want to see in their partner or in the world. They went through a lot of transformations and they KNEW it would happen (not only self aware here but intuitive people as well) they knew that all these situations and the pain, the impasse all these unbearable and unexpected feelings would lead to a beautiful outcome/beginning, growth and acceptance for themselves and personal/emotional healing. Your future spouse also has been feeling also out (as if they're alone 😭) They also gotta need to understand that being happy or grateful with beautiful and unique appearance won't let you love yourself. (I heard "self love is needed too") Someone closed to them-some close person who played an important role in their lives, honestly treated them like garbage. It made them feel terrible about their bodies (which they are maintaining well so far) it made them think if they really know how to love and appreciate things and people the way they are (I felt a female figure here for some reason in this behavior ) taught them to believe that "If you want to have someone close to you or get married first and foremost you will look at appearance because that is everything, I don't want our image to be ruined". Nawwwww😭😭 they might overthink a lot because of all the shitty things they went through, they don't actually want to show fragile or weak in front of you, they really prefer to not talk about it(yet but slowly their feelings will exposed them once they feel comfortable with you) they'll also be/feel/show as if they're tired but no, not tired IT MIGHT BE THE FIRST GLANCE, but once you meet and understand them better they'll open their heart to you! (I heard" You know sometimes I need your attention.. "😭😭)

With the ace of pentacles upright and 6 of wands upright as extra cards I'm getting that they're open for new opportunities and new connections even professionally and personally too, also they really adore and admire people who value their life and respect their life and family too!

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Pile 4💘🤗: Hello viewers, lovely souls and even readers (tarot or not) of the pile 4! I didn't start yet and I heard very loud ("I do see you right away") AND I GOT CHILLS. I feel for sure that the signs here are fire signs, mainly Leo and Sagittarius, or these two strong fire signs may dominate their astrological chart and they may also have a little water sign here and there (or might have Scorpio or Cancer Rising or MC) That is crazy pile 4 cuz your future spouse is really REALLY interested or into spirituality, energies, reiki and you know when Isay intuition, right?? They ALWAYS FOLLOW THEIR INTUITION AS IF IT'S THEIR BESTIE! I feel that someone higher up has taught them about how to anticipate things or think without overdoing it I feel a motherly side or some feminine energy, it could be the feminine energy/divine feminine in them)! I feel like they didn't have enough friends or they didn't have a big circle of friends, probably just acquaintances and always a smile on their face wherever they go. Such crazy and dynamic energy first time Imeet/ sense. 0o They like to watch instead of talk, they prefer to observe instead of doing it(when it's needed tho) They're really really thoughtful and very wise with their words and how exactly can make you believe and count on them. (Not in a bad way obviously) They won't let you see through them first, they'll first analyze and read you first in oder to be open and free with you Iheard "You'll see if our energy matches or not boo") Sometimes though they make some mental or creative blockages LITERALLY OUT OF NOWHERE, they can have a mini breakdown with themselves and their feelings, but guess what.. THEY'LL BE BACK AGAIN! UNSTOPPABLE ENERGY HAHAHAHA Okay I'm not gonna lie but they might not have a program or some schedule for their plans and goals(as the pile 3) but they're visionary dreamers. Actually they changed a lot of places and traveled a lot and they're not lazy/bored to do it everyday! They're literally OPEN TO EVERYONE AND ANY OPPORTUNITY OR NEW PATH. Guys, pile 4 for real I really like this energy here They're ready for everything omg omg Iheard "Al or nothing. Nothing scares you more than doing nothing or leave it in the middle " I feel that nothing and no one scares them or stops them. They are fearless and want to convey to the world the message "Whatever you do in your life, whatever risks you take, never regret them. They make you strong both mentally and externally, take it as a victory and an experience!" They would like to have such a person by their side, but not quite like them. They're so open-minded and hardworkers for their goals and dreams(they also feel like young in their hearts 9(9) Why Ido keep seeing that they're connected with their higher self and very spiritual aware too? They also tend to be mysterious and secretive mostly their private life, they're so protective with those around them and with their partner(and their life too) but also open to see if the others have good or ill intentions towards them. Sometimes they might confuse their feelings with their intuition too. (They get so deeply in some things to get to know someone till they drain their energy which is very unhealthy) omg they often get misunderstood and disrespected- I CLEARLY HEARD - " I know, it's something from my childhood, it's fine it doesn't scare me at all. Everything is ahabit"

Pile 3,they might be extroverted but inside THEY'RE SOOOO INTROVERTED! I'm getting they have also an artistic way prolly dancing or singing or something related to. (I do see painting , music. Wow they wanna share&explore everything with everyone but sometimes their introverted shyness (not always tho) makes them freeze A BIT and think about it twice. Indeed they have real and few at least 2-3 friends max they trust a lot or dearly, They're so forgiving people and they not what they did wrong or right, they can also notice/find it very easily too. They like people who are outgoing, real and pure with their energy and soul&words too. They pay big attention to eyes and lips -

They currently have some kind of financial loss but Ido see them overcome it! PILE 4 THEY'RE S 0 0 0 0 0 ENERGETIC AND ATTRACTIVE ASF O M G THEY REALLY REALLY LIKE TO TAKE CARE OF THEIR BODY AND THEIR MUSCLES OSSJEJFIXJSJE They’re so active emotionally, physically and spiritually too! Not gonna lie but they enjoy being the center of attention too- HAHAHAHA

Once you meet them guys you won't regret it! They can also bring joy and love and support to others and those around them(even when they're with their partners too) THEY'RE SO ECSTATIC HAHAHAAH REALLY REALLY GOOD THO! They'll be there when you need them not only in the good times but also in your darkest times too, full of energy Iwish Icould describe more but I'm so happy and excited in, if you guys could see my smiley face you would understand!

With the 7 of cups rx and 4 of pentacles upright, it is telling me sometimes their choices or thoughts about their actions and in their love life might be chaotic and overwhelming cuz they confuse themselves and they need some clarity and some guidance and support from their partners) and must hear their inner voice too, and might be overprotective and jealous as well but not in a crazy stage/level of being jealous or possessive too!

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Thank ya’ll so much for reading our post! @julyourwitch This was incredibly fun to do with you 🤗💗 Hope ya’ll enjoyed and feel free to like, comment and reblog!