#like of course I have to do everything around here

[lpham2525]

Fey and Firstborn

NOTE: I was inspired to write a Twiyor fic based on the above script fic! Special thanks to deluxeloy!

Loid knew better than to be traveling the Fey Mountains, especially not at twilight, when the Fey were most active. But unlike most other people, who avoided the magical creatures, Loid needed to find one of the Fey, and since the Fey were liminal creatures—somewhere between Fairy and Human—it made sense that they were most likely to be out and about at that ethereal, in-between time of day and night.  

Of course, like all others who sought out the Fey, Loid was desperate. His mother, the last of his family that had survived the war, was wasting away. They had been taking care of each other for the past ten years, but after she had fallen ill some months ago, Loid was afraid he might lose her.  

He had already tried everything: gathered and combined and concocted every herbal brew and potion for her, knocked on neighbors’ doors to ask for advice, consulted every physician and apothecary, tried every remedy he found from the books in the libraries. Nothing had worked. She was fading fast and he needed to do something before...before it was too late.  

Which is how he found himself in the Fey Mountains, having heard of how the Fey granted wishes to mortals willing to pay the price.  

Finally, Loid reached the correct location: a small glade that was filled with roses of all colors and sizes. Rumor had it that roses grew here all throughout the year, even in the coldest winters. His timing was right, too: twilight. 

And there she was, the Fey of the mountains. She was crouched over one of the rose bushes trimming something, her long, dark hair obscuring most of her face. 

“Excuse me,” Loid said, hoping not to scare her. 

Too late. With a scream, she whirled around and almost sliced his face in half with her gardening shears.  

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” both of them cried as they leapt back. Once his heart rate had returned to normal, Loid tried again.  

“Pardon me, but would you happen to be the Fey of the Mountains?” 

“Y-yes,” the Fey responded, “One of them, anyway.”  

Loid was a little more than surprised by her demeanor. He had heard that the Fey were a powerful, proud race, and didn’t take kindly to humans surprising them.  

This one, however...this one was different. With a cascade of gleaming raven hair and deep crimson eyes, she fit the description of Fey beauty, but her personality was...shy. Anxious, almost.  

Nothing spoke of the pride and condescension he had heard about the Fey folk.  

Could it be that she was just as nervous as he was?  

“Good evening,” Loid said, bowing to her. He decided it was best to be polite to her anyway, especially considering he was asking for her help. “My name is Loid, and I’ve come to speak to you about something dearly important to me.” 

“I’m Yor. Um, please have a seat,” she said, gesturing to one of the large, flat rocks in the glade. 

Once Loid had told Yor his story, he quickly opened his bag. “I’d be willing to give you anything I have,” Loid said, in case she was debating on whether or not to accept his request. “I don’t have much money, but I could repay you through labor or...” 

“Well...” the Fey began hesitantly. “I have no need for money or labor, but what I would really like is...a child.”  

“A child?” Loid didn’t know why he sounded surprised at this. It wasn’t unheard of for a Fey to demand a firstborn child as payment for their magic, but the way this Fey had asked for one seemed as if she expected him to say no immediately.  

“Y-yes,” Yor said nervously. “You see, I’ve been by myself ever since my brother moved away, and no one will let me adopt a child since I’m a Fey and...”  

Loid held up his hand. “You don’t need to explain. For the health of my mother, I am willing to give you my firstborn child.”  

Yor stared at him in shock. “You...you really mean it?” she asked, breathless.  

“Yes,” Loid confirmed. While he found it no great sacrifice to give his firstborn child to this strange and beautiful woman, a part of him suddenly found himself wanting to raise this child with her.  

But no, he told himself, dispelling the thought. Most likely, he would not see her or the child anymore once the baby was given up.  

“Deal,” he said, holding out his hand.  

Yor stared at it for a moment, as if afraid he might jerk back his hand at the last moment, but then she gingerly took his hand and shook it.

“Very well. When you return home tonight, your mother will be in pristine health again. It will be like she never fell ill at all. Even the memory of her suffering will fade...” 

“Thank you so much. She means everything to me.” 

“I know,” Yor said, remembering the pain and despair in Loid’s eyes as he related the story of his ailing mother. “Let's hope the price wasn't too much for you after all... Only time will tell.” She rose to leave, but the next words out of Loid’s mouth stopped Yor in her tracks.  

“So, when do we start?”  

“...If I could ask you to elaborate?”  

“You said you wanted my firstborn.” 

“Yes? And you agreed?”  

“Yeah, so, when do we start?”  

The Fey stared at him, her lovely features pinching in confusion. Then her eyes blew wide as his meaning sank in; she blushed as red as her roses. “Ah...”  

And that’s how Loid returned home with not only a Fey wife, but his firstborn child already on the way.  

Even years later, people still whispered about Loid’s journey to the Fey Mountains. How he left to find a cure for his mother and how she miraculously recovered on his return home. How he had surprised his mother with a wife that was not only ethereally beautiful, but incredibly kind. How their firstborn had hair as pink as roses and eyes as green as the Fey Mountains in springtime. How she was an unusually perceptive child, seemingly able to know the thoughts and secrets of everyone, just by being near them. And how they all disappeared one day, spirited back to the Fey Mountains, some say, to live out the rest of their lives in the Fey World.  

Although every so often, people say that one can still see glimpses of the family at twilight, talking and playing and laughing together. And wherever they were glimpsed, pink roses always bloomed there the next day.  

Human: Deal.

Fey: Very well. When you return home tonight, your mother will be in pristine health again. It will be like she never fell ill at all. Even the memory of her suffering will fade...

Human: Thank you so much. She means everything to me.

Fey: I know, I know. Let's hope the price wasn't too much for you after all... Only time will tell.

Human: So, when do we start?

Fey: ...If I may ask you to elaborate?

Human: You said you wanted my firstborn.

Fey: Yes? And you agreed?

Human: Yeah, so, when do we start?

Fey:

Fey, blushing: Ah.

[be-xkyy]

yandere cowboy x boss's daughter who is an innocent country girl and barely knows that the person she trusts most is the one she should fear most

Well, I have a few ideas coming to mind about this scenario but I'll pick one for now.

Tw: Yandere, violence, blood, breeding, dirty talk , naive reader.

Yandere cowboy who works for your father for a while now. He's one of his most trusted workers and your father isn't the type to trust many people.

He always does jobs here and there on the ranch helping to put up wire fences so cattle don't escape, looking for cattle when they enter other lands, threatening neighboring ranchers when they don't want to return cows or sheep.

In his defense, they deserve a bullet in the head for trying that shit with him.

But the job he likes the most is taking care of you, the beautiful and naive daughter of his boss. He simply fell in love with you since he saw you for the first time a few years ago.

You were all pretty behind your father in that flowery dress, cowboy boots, your braided hair... and how can we forget your cute tits.

Tits he thought about that same night as he masturbated, his calloused hand wrapped around his hard member as he rubbed vigorously imagining you looking up at him with your big eyes as you ride him your tits bouncing on his face it's so good he ends up cumming all over his hand.

You are indeed a pretty little thing all smiles and ignorant of the world and people's intentions. Raised and protected by your father kept under his wing for far too long after all you are his only daughter.

It's inevitable that he ends up threatening and beating to death your countless suitors who shamelessly approach you believing they have a chance, no fucking way will it happen. not on his watch.

He simply corners them away from your sight and beats them mercilessly, he gives them a hard punch his knuckles impact their nose with a loud crunch he doesn't stop as the man falls to the floor with a broken nose.

Of course not.

He beats them until his fists are bruised and the man's face is covered in blood with a broken nose, teeth knocked out and eyes swollen he grabs them by the collar of their shirts as he growls.

"Stay away from her or i assure you this will be nothing compared to what I'll do to you, buddy"

The one who tries to make himself as presentable as possible so you won't get suspicious when he comes back to you.

He knows everything he does is worth it when you show all worried for him grabbing his calloused hands in yours, looking at his bruised knuckles asking him if he's okay with that worried tone that makes his cock hard inside his pants.

He ends up asking you to "comfort" him a little like he taught you. You both end up in the barn with him leaning you on hay bales, his hands undoing his belt and zipper before pulling down his pants along with his boxers that get caught on his knees.

Then he lifts your dress as you whine about the hay stinging your ass, he just pats your thigh to shut you up as his fingers pull down your panties, he hisses when he sees your pussy he moves his thick fingers closer inspecting your wet entrance.

"God you're so wet, for someone who acts so sweet you're a bit of a slut aren't you doll?"

He arches an eyebrow when you shake your head shyly at his words murmuring an embarrassed "I'm not..." he lets out a laugh that rumbles from deep within his chest his thick fingers don't stop moving thrusting into your hot pussy your walls squeeze his fingers like hell.

He grabs his member unable to resist any longer he uses your wetness to lubricate his cock and slide inside you, both of you let out a moan of pleasure you from the delicious stretch and him from feeling your walls throb around him he murmurs.

"What a tight fucking pussy you have so hungry for my fat cock baby doll"

He moves his hips hard his heavy balls slap against your ass and his pubic hair scrapes deliciously against your pussy, your juices forming a creamy circle at the base of his cock as your nails dig into his muscled belly for support, his moans combined and the loud wet sound of his cock pounding into your pussy fills the barn.

"You're about to cum aren't you baby doll? Fuck–of course you're about to cum your pussy is getting so tight right now I think you want to rip my cock off"

His hands tighten their grip on your waist and you just mumble stupidly wrapping your legs tightly around his waist your boots dig into his ass as you cum letting out a high pitched moan your eyes roll back in your head from the intense pleasure, he growls thrusting into you hard chasing his own orgasm that doesn't take long to come.

With one last thrust he thrusts deep inside you, stopping his movements and letting his semen explode, flooding your interior with its swimmers. Who knows, maybe today will be the day when his seed finally takes root inside you. He would be the best father, the best husband and the best successor for your father. Your father will also see it that way. Because it would be a shame to have to kill him, after all, they are almost family, right..?

[ameliasmiscmonsters]

“Your Majesty, is it really… um, necessary for…”

“For what?” You raised an eyebrow as your Dragon Boyfriend loomed from behind you.

His neck was craned around the throne you sat on, head hovering just off the stone slab floor.

The man who’d come to see you, trembled as he spoke his next words. “I… appreciate all the good that he’s done as guard of the Kingdom, but… does he have to be within your presence all the time?”

A puff of smoke escaped the dragons nostrils. “Due to the recent attack on the Harbor,” you replied. “He does. This is as much for your safety as it is mine. He’ll get pouty otherwise.” You smirked as you looked around at the beast beside you.

“’Pouty’?” Your Dragon whipped around to face you, narrowing his eyes at your words. “I do not get ‘pouty’.”

To avoid this becoming a playful back and forth, you turned away from him and gestured for the man to continue, “he’s of no danger to you so long as you’re not trying to do me harm.”

The man swallowed hard. He went on with his request, while the dragon by your side held the man in contemptive gaze.

“My family isn’t sure that we’ll be able to make the next tax payment this month. My wife is due to have another baby in the coming weeks so we really can’t afford to pay the amount of tax demanded… a lot of other families can’t either.” The mans eyes darted to the Dragon.

The Dragon beside you sharply exhaled and turned his head away in disinterest.

“So… would you consider lowering the tax? Even if it was just by a few coins, we would be really appreciative.” The man looked back at you, his hat squeezed tightly together in his hands.

Even from your place on the throne, you could see his knuckles turn white from the strength of his grip.

You gave a side glance to your Dragon, who was now looking back at you.

You knew how much he loved gold, precious things that Humans and Dragons alike valued beyond compare. He loved watching the taxes being hauled in by the knights into the vaults, proud like he was the one who had brought them in himself.

It would be a wound to his ego if you let the tax price drop, especially after everything he did to defend the docks of the attack. In the eyes of the Dragon, he more than deserved that money.

Of course, there were concerns outside of your Dragon partner too.

The docks were still in the process of being rebuilt, and they weren’t even half way done yet. The crown needed every last coin it could get their hands on. With no docks, there’s no accepting merchants who will come in from abroad and trade, no way that returning sailors can come home and see their families.

So, it looked like lowering the tax was a no go… But, that didn’t mean to say that you couldn’t do something different to help the families struggling.

“I sympathise with your plight,” you began. “I know it’s been hard on everyone since the attack on the docks, and given that you’re expecting, here’s what I’ll do:”

The man stood up straighter, twisting his hat in his hands.

“I can’t lower the tax price, but I can do what I can to ensure that you have what you need for the birth of your child, and will do what I can to help any other families who are having trouble making ends meet, while paying the tax.” You stood from the throne and beckoned over a knight. “I’ll arrange for there to be a few free care packages to be sent out. This Knight here will take you to my secretary, you just tell her what you need and what other things your fellows need and then distribute them out evenly, alright?”

The man’s jaw dropped. “W-What? Free? You really mean it, your Majesty?”

“Well, it’s only fair. It’s not like your family planned this for the same time of the attack, is it?” You joked, smiling at the man.

A grin spread across his face and he rushed up to you. “Thank you so much, your Majesty, really thank you so much!”

And before the Knight could get between you and the man, he’d enveloped you in a hug.

“Hey!”

The ground trembled, and a shudder went through your chest.

The Knight finally got between you and the man and pushed him away. “Back away, now.”

As the man backed away from you, his eyes were focused behind you, the old fear back in his eyes.

You looked over your shoulder and found your Dragon, towering over everyone in the throne room, glowering down at the man.

“You don’t get to touch what is above you,” he snarled.

“Hey!” You rounded on the Dragon.

He looked down at you, and sunk at your warning look. He grumbled something inaudible as he settled back down and turned his head to look out of the stained glass window.

You turned your attention back to the Knight, “I’m awfully sorry about that, please don’t feel-”

But the mans face was as white as a sheet, his eyes had glazed over. It was clear there wasn’t a single word he was going to hear from you. Not after that scare.

You let out a sad sigh and gestured to the Knight who still stood beside you, “please escort the gentleman to my doctor and get him some water. When he’s feeling better, please offer him some coin for the fright and take him to my secretary for the care packages.”

The Knight nodded and grabbed the shellshocked man by the upper arm. “Come, now.”

Without much resistance, the man allowed himself to be dragged out of the throne room. Once the doors were closed, you rounded on the dragon.

“You can’t just do that to my subjects.” You scathed. “He was just grateful for the help I was giving him.”

“Peasants should know their place.” The Dragon huffed. “He should have known better than to try and touch you.”

Rolling your eyes, you jabbed a finger at him. “That’s besides the point. You can’t just threaten people like that.”

The pair of you glared at each other.

Your Dragon then sighed. “One of my main jobs here, is to protect you. It’s only natural that I do what others couldn’t.” His amber eyes darted to the remaining knights in the throne room.

There was a clink of their armour as your Dragon suggested. “Maybe you should replace them all.”

“It’s not a matter of them being able to do their jobs,” you returned, “it’s of you controlling yourself. If word gets out that you are intimidating people, it makes the crown and by default you look bad.”

“Then maybe your subjects should remember their place.” He leaned down closer to you, “or perhaps it should be you who does.”

Realising that he was just trying to get under your skin, you replied, “you’re being completely unreasonable. Until you’ve calmed down, you can’t be with me here.”

The Dragon balked. “You can’t be serious! One of the main reasons you keep me here, is to add another layer of protection and now you’re sending me away?”

“Yes!” You pointed to the windows behind your throne. “Go, now!”

At your command, several Knights stepped forward and unlocked the large windows from behind you and pulled them open, providing an easy exit for the Dragon to leave through.

You and the Dragon glared at each other again, before he scoffed and turned. Scaled tail swishing angrily, he spread his wings and took off into the sky.

You watched as he circled the surrounding city, before flying over the Palace and out of sight.

Sucking in a deep breath, you rubbed your forehead and took your place on the throne once again. “Who’s here to see me next?”

And the rest of the morning went on like nothing had happened. It was hard to push an argument like that to the back of your mind when you had to see citizens of your nation, but you did the best you could.

Ever since the attack on the docks, security had been tense, you were aware of that. But there was no need to frighten citizens who were in desperate need of help. You weren’t just about to become a ruler who ignores the need of her people just because of one silly attack.

To the outside world, everyone had to know that you were unfazed by it, which is why you opened your Palace to talk to the people.

By the evening, you were just about ready to collapse. The people all had the same kind of problems, money was difficult, people couldn’t afford basic house hold amenities and the tax.

It looked like you were going to have to offer free nationwide aide to the people at this point. There wasn’t anything else you could think of doing. On the upside, it would be good publicity for the crown and the peoples approval rating would go up.

As you laid in your bed, you stared up at the canopy above your bed. The silky fabric hanging above your head rustled in the wind of the window open behind you.

It was put in after your Dragon had vowed to protect the Palace vaults, and after you two started seeing each other. It was big enough for his whole body to fit through, and your room was easily twice the size it needed to be, so he had no trouble sleeping in the same room as you.

The room felt strangely empty without him in there with you. Normally, he’d have curled up around your bed in the centre of the room, forming a scaled barrier between you and the rest of the world. Protecting you from unseen threats.

Another gust of wind sent a shiver down your spine. Pulling the sheets over your shoulders, you wondered where your Dragon Boyfriend had got to.

He can’t really be that angry with you, could he?

Dragons are proud creatures, there’s no doubt about that. But… had you really offend him so much?

Normally, when he was in a mood, he would have come back to the Palace by lunch and talked through with you what was going on. But there was no sign of him.

You’d sent the guards to go and check where else he could be, and apart from that, there was nothing else you could do.

Before the thoughts could consume you, the sound of claws scraping against stone greeted your ears, and your bedroom shook.

You pushed yourself up from your bed, turning to face the window.

The Dragon had come back. Lowering his head to fit inside your room, he greeted you stiffly. “Hello.”

You sat up straight as he folded his wings and settled behind your bed. Thanks to his massive body, it made it difficult for him to formally address you. So, he bowed his head.

“I wanted to apologise for my behaviour earlier today.” He said, eyes trained on your carpeted floor. “As you are Queen, it was wrong of me to question your judgement. But, I must say this:” His head rose to meet your gaze.

“You are the only treasure I truly care about. The vaults and everything else that is valuable in this Palace, mean absolutely nothing to me. That man could have been hiding anything, a knife, some kind of airborne poison. All he would have needed to do, was get close to enough to you and then that would be it.” The Dragon pushed his head through your canopy curtains as you placed a hand on his snout. “I should have explained this earlier, and for that, I am sorry.”

Truth be told, you weren’t even thinking of something like that. Looking back, that was a completely legitimate worry.“… All I was worried about was my people.” You voiced your thoughts to him, “it hadn’t crossed my mind that enemies would even try and do something like that to me.”

The Dragon let out a snort. “You are too forgiving of the other humans in this world. They are always scheming, looking for ways to further their own agendas. Which is why you must be more careful.” He leaned away from your touch. “Promise me you won’t allow something like that to happen again? For your own safety?”

“I promise. I’m sorry I didn’t consider that earlier.” You admitted. “Thank you, for looking out for my safety.”

He let another puff of air escape his nostrils. “Someone has to, it’s not like those guards were doing anything to protect you.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, pulling the covers back over your body. “We’ll talk about that tomorrow…” Pursing your lips, you laid in bed. “… Please don’t be gone for that long again. You really worried me for a minute.”

“I didn’t mean to go for so long. I just wanted to make sure I had a clear head.” The Dragon replied as his tail curled around the end of your bed. “I could not willingly leave your side even if you commanded me to go and never come back. I’d find a way to hide in the vaults or watch over the Palace from afar.”

You chuckled at that, drifting off into a soundless sleep, happy that your Dragon was safe.

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[sanakiras]

PICTURE ME LIKE I PICTURE YOU

PAIRING — kim mingyu x fem!reader

WORD COUNT — 1.2k

SYNOPSIS — mingyu is hopelessly in love with someone who doesn’t love him back, and all that lies ahead is acceptance.

TAGS — unrequited love, fwb!gyu, explicit sexual content

NOTE — just a short drabble i felt like putting out. came up w this while listening to picture you by chappell roan, such a beautiful song, give it a listen !! <3

it’s been dark outside for several hours when mingyu’s kissing every inch of your body. he pushes himself into you with ease, but his touch is light as a feather. gentle.

the pace he keeps is slow, and fuck, you don’t think it’s ever felt this intimate before.

normally he’s relatively talkative during sex — this might be the quietest he’s been in bed so far, save for the grunts and moans working their way out of his throat.

“feels so good, gyu—” you’re half-slurring your words, not missing how his big hand interwines his fingers with yours as he ruts into you, a gesture that breaks your heart.

how can something feel so right yet so wrong at the same time?

of course mingyu didn’t go into this little friends-with-benefits thing with the idea of falling in love with you. hell, it’s the last thing he expected. he wanted something without strings attached but with consistency, a sense of easiness; you turned out to be looking for the same.

but he fell in love with you in a way he didn’t think was possible. to him, it felt like the kind of love you only find in the movies; the kind you can only dream of encountering in real life. it hit him sudden and hard — he didn’t confess to you, out of fear he’d lose whatever bond you have with him.

or perhaps that’s not all there is to it. perhaps he never confessed his true feelings because he knew, deep down, that you’d never reciprocate them.

because you don’t really fall for guys like him. you much prefer guys like wonwoo.

his best friend. his roommate.

the day he first saw it, he was horrified. what was a simple interaction to anyone else, was his worst nightmare. his heart sank in his chest the second he watched you and wonwoo meet from afar — that look the two of you shared was enough.

you’d never looked at him that way.

all that’s been on his mind is your look of brutally honest disappointment when he opened the door to his dorm and told you wonwoo was out. if you’d stood any closer to him, you could probably hear his confidence plummeting to his feet, as well as his heart ripping in two.

the whole ordeal should’ve made him put an end to the agreement you had with him, but he couldn’t do it.

because it’s all he had left of you. the realization hit him like a truck; the moment he’d put a stop to it, you’d no longer be his in any way.

not that you ever really were to begin with.

he’s clinging onto this last piece of you so selfishly, he knows that, but he so much as looks at you and everything he wants to say gets stuck in his throat, his thoughts never seeing the light of day.

an unsettling feeling slowly brews in his ribcage. all he wants is to understand. why don’t you love him? what does his best friend have that he doesn’t?

he might just break on top of you here — would you even care?

maybe you would. or maybe you’d just pity him.

the sound of your whimpering underneath him makes a strange, achingly good combination of heartbreak and lust. he wants nothing more than to dig his teeth into your soft skin, but forces himself not to.

your legs wrap tighter around his hips, pulling him closer to you. it’s you who puts your hands on the back of his neck, kissing him so sweetly that it almost makes him believe you want him as much as he wants you.

what makes everything worse is that he knows you tried. for a little while, you tried to see if you could give him a shred of the love he so desperately wanted to give you.

but you couldn’t.

“i want to love you like that, y’know. i want it so bad, and i tried, but…” you told him last week while slow dancing at a friend’s birthday party, “i just can’t.”

while your head was resting between his neck and shoulder, your bodies rocking side to side to the music together, he looked up at the ceiling to hold back his tears, the corners of his mouth curling downwards. it was admirable, how he held his head high that night.

truthfully, you didn’t expect him to come knocking on your door again after that. you broke his heart — even though you never wanted to — so you wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t want to see you anymore.

but to your surprise, he did come back. he was less cheerful, sure, but it’s as if part of him chose to ignore what you said to him, for reasons you didn’t understand at first.

he needs to accept that you and him aren’t meant to be. perhaps that’s the sole reason he wanted to fuck you tonight.

it almost sickens him how much he wants to beg for you to try again. maybe if you saw him more often, or spent more time together doing whatever you wanted, or if he kissed you even more than he already has — maybe you’d grow to love him in the end.

he buries his head in the crook of your neck, hiding how shitty he feels.

‘cause he knows you won’t love him, no matter what he does or how hard he fights for it.

“i’m close,” he mutters, only momentarily lost in the chasing of his high, “fuck—”

you clench around him with shaky legs, and he shivers at the feel of your nails digging into his skin, hitting his climax right after you.

and it’s then that he breaks. as he lays his head down on your chest, staring at the wall, his lips trembling — he can’t hide how hurt he is anymore.

“i’m sorry,” he chokes out with his face turned away from you, a few silent tears slipping from his eyes in defeat.

with a sad attempt for a smile, you stroke his naked back with your fingertips, your eyes welling up once you feel his teardrops landing onto the skin of your chest.

he’s so dear to you, as loving as a person could possibly be, yet you can’t love him back. a part you hates yourself for it, “i’m sorry, too.”

the sobs are fighting to escape his mouth, but he keeps them quiet, making you almost just as emotional as he is.

“i’ll get over it tomorrow, i promise. i’m sorry.” he whispers, his way of asking if you can stay together like this for just a little while longer.

you just let your tears go with a numb face and strained voice.

“i know.”

eventually, he has no more tears left, and his whole body shudders, feeling himself drift off into sleep with burning, tired eyelids.

he’ll be okay — it’s better like this.

it’s something he’ll come to terms with when he wakes up in the morning.

thank u for reading. please let me know if u enjoyed it x

® SANAKIRAS — do not repost, remake or copy my work in any way whatsoever. translations are not allowed.

[linklethehistorian]

Hi — OP here. I wanted to highlight some of the tags that I thought were worth showing from y’all insightful folks (especially those in other countries) who have been reblogging:

Also, since I’m getting a few people reblogging and/or commenting like I’m fearmongering and saying the situation is already doomed:

This was NOT my intent. I am well aware of everything that’s required for this to get passed. I’m well aware it’s a slim shot of it happening. This does not make it a non-threat. Listen to the voices around you — even those who do not live in this country. Listen to them, and take heed of their warnings. They know this situation by heart, from experience. They’ve seen it all before.

Listen to the people who know their history, who know history in general of situations that were similar. They speak the truth.

Me telling you that this will not be the end was not fearmongering and it was not an attempt to be demoralizing and it was not treating the situation like, or implying it was, an inescapable Armageddon. I know it sounds terrifying, but that’s because it is. And people need to see that. They need to think about it. They need to know what is at stake in the event this passes, however unlikely those odds may or may not be.

It was a warning. A call to action. A “unless we both as a country and as individuals act to stop it here and now, this will happen.”

The reason why I did not bring up the odds is largely because I was in a hurry to get this out, because I wanted to alert people as soon as I could. Because this it’s important. As I have said previously, this post was made very early in to this becoming public knowledge. There weren’t many places talking about it yet and I wanted to do so before people started flooding in with the dangerous, downplaying “don’t worry, it’s a 0% chance” rhetoric that would convince people it wasn’t worth acting against and that they didn’t have to do anything, because they’d think they could trust it would all just be okay.

And you should never just trust that it will all be okay, if there’s something you can do to help ensure that. The odds of the situation are ultimately entirely irrelevant when it comes to the necessity to act. You should always treat situations like this like if you don’t act, no one will.

As I have said in another post, while it’s understandable people want to comfort themselves, there is no such thing as a 0% chance, and there is also no such thing as slim odds unless you act in every way you can to ensure the odds are, in fact, as slim as you believe and hope them to be, and spreading anything along those lines is to play an extremely dangerous game that only helps your enemy.

We are not omniscient. We cannot read the hearts and minds of each individual member of congress and head of state and know in an instant how they feel, nor can we see the future. Betting on odds to save your life and your fate and the lives and fates of everyone you know and love when you could be doing something to at least help those odds is a fool’s game.

Do your research. Know your odds, if it helps to comfort you. Check out the links the kind people in the reblogs and comments have sent or offered you and listen to those around you.

But don’t ever assume that you don’t have to act. Especially on important matters like this.

Yes, part of the reason this bill got passed may have been a distraction tactic to get you to look the other way from other things going on; HOWEVER, THIS DOES NOT MAKE IT ANY LESS DANGEROUS OR A NON-THREAT.

Multiple things can be a threat at once. Something can be both a distraction and a serious attempt to alter the course of the American future. You can care about multiple things at once. You don’t have to choose. But if you do choose only a few, certainly don’t choose to ignore the amendment that could permanently alter how America runs and allow this man — or people like him — to have a grip over this country for 12 years each, and pave the way for lifelong dictatorships.

Thanks for your time and all the reblogs that help made this post spread. My blog is not super popular, so I never could’ve dreamed this would fly away like it has, but I’m so happy that it was something important like this that took off.

I love you all. We’re in this together. Protect your country in any way you can. Be safe. There is hope, but it’s hope we need to help carve out by our own hands. Not hope we put blindly into the hands of others.

Source

Transcript:

“BREAKING: A constitutional amendment has been filed allowing President Trump to seek a 3rd term in office.

"No person shall be elected to the office of the President more than three times, nor be elected to any additional term after being elected to two consecutive terms, and no person who has held the office of President, or acted as President, for more than two years of a term to which some other person was elected President shall be elected to the office of the President more than twice."

It was filed by Congressman Andy Ogles (R-TN).

Don’t let this slip by unnoticed. This is not just “one extra term”, it’s a warning shot. It’s a red flag. It’s an omen.

They are slowly turning up the heat in the pan. Do not be the frog who sits denying it’s getting hotter.

One extra term will become two, two will become three, and three will eventually give way to lifelong reign of each president.

Fight. Fight for God’s sake.

Contact your local representative of congress. Convince them we do not want this.

We are going to end up in a dictatorship.

@ikiyou

Please help spread this. I don’t usually get political and I don’t usually ask for assistance but this is important and you have more reach.

[bunny-jpeg]

business vacation

toto wolff

tags: smut/pwp, ceo au, ceo!toto, assistant!reader, semi-public sex, poolside sex, size difference/kink, cowgirl position, beach chair sex, alcohol, age gap (20s/50s)

"what are you doing, angel?" toto asked as he saw you take a sip of his rum and coke. he was in the back doorway of the vacation house.

you licked your lips, "i was trying to make sure that the drink was strong enough, mister wolff." you really were an efficient assistant, weren't you? as if you weren't dressed in a simple green checkered bikini. more skin exposed than the average employee of your boss' company.

he chuckled lowly, "it seems like you're not focusing on your job. i brought you here to help. that is in your job description after all."

you swallowed, "of course, sir! i'm sorry, sir!" you lowered your head for a moment before you went over to hand toto his drink.

he carefully took it from you before he shepherded your back outside to the private pool. high walls surrounded the backyard which allowed for complete privacy.

he took a sip of the drink you made hi and then rubbed your head in praise, "strong." he cleared his throat, "are you trying to make me drunk, dear? you are lucky that i don't have a meeting later. or else you'd be in big trouble."

"no, sir!"

you ended up back on the beach chair with toto, while you had your own chair. it was simply too far away for toto's liking.

after all, he was your mentor.

an internship turned into employment at a company that toto built from the ground up. now you aided him in everything he did. which meant two weeks at this vacation home in the south of france.

but, you didn't get the job because of your stellar performance during your internship. no, no, toto took a liking to you rather quickly. it didn't hurt that you took his cock beautifully. it was only fair that he gave you an official title because apparently professional cocksucker didn't look good on a resume.

as if your five year plan wasn't just 'because mrs. toto wolff', but in the end you became his assistant. you sat in on meetings and kepthis organized. he just enjoyed you on his cock more than being at meetings.

he grazed his hand across your hip and thigh while you laid up against him. the ice clinked in his glass as he took a sip with his free hand.

you remained close to him and let him tough you. you simply melted into his touch and allowed him to drag his fingers across your skin. he left imaginary trails across your thighs and it made you shudder.

"you feel warm. did you have too much sun, dear? should we go inside?" but his actions contradicted his words. his fingertips dipped into the waistband of your bikini bottoms, "do you feel too warm, angel?"

you shifted a little and he leaned in for a gentle kiss on your lips. you tasted the sweet of the coke of his drink on his lips and then cupped his face. "it's only because of you, sir. you make me hot all over."

he said, "maybe i should help you cool down." he took another sip of his drink before he put the glass down on a table. he then pulled the string of your bikini and it simply fell off your chest. with your chest exposed, toto licked his lips.

you ended up straddling his waist, you felt his cock nudge against you in his swim trunks. you rubbed your pussy up against the bulge. toto then watched you get out of the bottoms, this left you totally naked. he got his cock out of his grey and yellow swim trunks, you could see the dark trimmed pubic hair and his impressive cock. you knew what was going to come next.

you were going the other half of your job responsibilities.

"beautiful." he exhaled as you sank down onto his cock. he was surprised that you could take him so beautifully. there was no other word to call it. you reminded him of a beautiful masterpiece. you were art to him. he groaned as you started to move, the heat had curled in you as you worked his length.

the amount of times he watched you move around the office. he knew how the other employees looked at you. hunger in their gazes, but you were painfully oblivious to them.

toto liked that.

you had eyes for him and no one else but him. wasn't just so so special? to have the privilege to fuck your pretty, slick cunt. even if you did have eyes for someone else, you were already with toto and he wasn't going to let himself to be replaced so easily.

you were toto's, plain and simple. no one else could fill that role. who else was going to ride him like their life depended on it. toto had you wrapped around his fingers, his pretty little assistant. "you do sucha good job." he praised, "keeping this company afloat." his voice was a purr as he moved against you. his mind was clouded with heavy lust as he watched the bounce of your body as you moved. it was beyond beautiful, near pornographic. toto could've made a healthy amount of money with some tasteful nudes of his lovely assistant. but, he didn't want anyone else to see what he had.

he was a greedy man.

the walls around the yard allowed you to move up and down a little faster. your noises a little lighter as you gasped, "sir, yes, please." his cock hit against your softest areas. you clenched onto his shoulders, you pretty nails dug into his shoulders as you moved against him.

toto admired you further, he eyed you up and down as you body moved against him. your hips thrusted up and down onto his cock. he licked his lips, he couldn't get enough of his angel of a woman. he held you by the middle and kissed at your chest. he licked your nipples and you moaned loudly. he always made sure you were taken care of. you kept him on schedule and his cock warm, and he gave you whatever you desired. he groaned as his grip on your soft hips tightened.

you made him want to do to the office, even enjoyed it when you scolded him for missing paperwork. when he was alone with you, he could be a wild man. but you kept him focused in the office. while this was a business holiday, he happily mixed his business with pleasure. that was why he packed you some of the smallest bikinis and the tightest pencil skirts. he had to make sure his assistant looked presentable for any situation.

only the best for you. he held on as you continued to move. your noises only got louder and you could feel the throb of want in your body as you rode him. you soon leaned in enough to kiss him on the lips. he felt a surge of want in his body as the heat between you two grew.

out on a sunny day together, in a private little villa where you could work your hardest as a job you knew you were good at. servicing him. you two kissed and you felt the fire in your gut. it was hard to deny the feeling. toto was the kind of lover that sent your soul ablaze. you moaned into the kissed and clutched onto him tighter. the shudder of want through you made you move faster.

he touched your sides and used his strength to move you up and down his cock. you felt the thrill of excitement course through you. you felt the tension in your thighs as he moved you with a heavy pace. toto liked when you carried his marks after sex. the small bruises on your hips, the bites on your breasts, everything he could do to stake a claim on you. even when you wore his rings and watches, maybe it was possessive behavior. but toto had already pushed past the point of professionalism. he knew that it could lead to trouble, but he didn't care. not when you looked beautiful on top of him. hell was worth it to be able to fuck you. he'd suffer for his sins in the afterlife.

you knew you were getting close, your body tensed up and you kissed him deeply on the lips. this was your boss! but it was your job to make sure he was taken care of. that meant all the ways you could possibly help. even in the south of france. you held on as you got yourself to climax. you groaned, your noises accompanied by the sounds of birds chirping. you rode through your orgasm and felt the heat climb in your neck and to your ears.

tot moved up against you. he controlled the pace further when you rested against him. he moved your hips and you felt the rush of euphoria. pleasure coursed through him as he continued to fuck you. until he tensed up and finished inside of you.

you made sure pretty noises as you both came down from your intense climaxes. the heat felt good through as you rested against him. your chest chest against his. you could feel his heartbeat. and some said that the scary toto wolff didn't have a heart.

you soon held your lover's face and gazed into his dark eyes. you kissed him on the cheek lovingly, "how was that, sir? did it meet quarterly expectations?" you said cheekily.

"always perfect, angel." he rubbed your bare back softly. he kissed your face softly, "my perfect little assistant. now why don't i make us some lunch?"

as much as you did for toto, he only returned the favour in ten-fold. because aside from being his darling, amazing, stellar assistant. you were also his lover. <3

[damnfeelings09]

Animals AU - Shadow's version

A.N: Hello! Chapter 1 is finally here and I'm really proud of it. I decided to use the inspo from the video I posted days ago and this is what I got. I'm planning around 10 chapters for this one. Also RED PARTS ARE STALKER THOUGHTS, and GREEN ARE YOURS. With that I'm out and don't forget to lock your windows at night, he might be watching.

NFSW: blood, stalking, fear, weapons, fighting, bad lenguage, smut. +18

“Baby I'm preying on you tonight

Hunt you down eat you alive

Just like animals…”

“So... you got a boyfriend?” said the voice on the other side of the phone. You had no idea who you were talking to. Stupid? Probably. Exciting? Hell yes!

“Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?”  you asked in the most captivating tone possible.

“Maybe…” he said, a smug, seductive smile forming on his face. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.”

“You never told me your name.”

“Why you wanna know my name?” you laughed. This conversation had been the most interesting part of your week. You had no idea who you were talking to; it was a stranger. An unknown number, written on the front page of the psychiatry book you had checked out from the library, along with a note that said, "Call here to have fun." Too tempting not to try. You were in your last year, your grades were perfect, and you had been accepted for an internship at the GUN Hospital next year. Everything was going grat, a little fun couldn’t hurt, right? Mailo had tried to convince you that it was a bad idea to call, but in the end, your curiosity won over your good judgment. The first time the call came in, you hung up after a second. Scared, your heart racing, before you could do anything else, the incoming call screen appeared. Soon, you found yourself trapped in his deep voice. Damn, anyone with that voice had to be fucking hot, and if not, you could always close your eyes and listen to his voice until you came.

“I wanna know who am I looking at” You froze, cold sweat dripping down your neck. Quickly getting up from the bed, you looked out the window. Outside, darkness reigned, only the trees and the other side of the sidewalk were barely visible. It was impossible, but when your skin tingled, you knew it was real—there was someone out there. He was out there, watching you. You heard laughter coming from the phone and immediately hung up. With your heart racing, you ran through the house, making sure all the doors and windows were shut, all alarms and lights on. Going back to your room, you locked yourself in the bathroom. This would be a long night.

The alarm woke you up, sore and with a swollen face from the bad night, you got ready for the day. You hated Mondays, but this Monday, in particular, was terrible. You hadn’t slept at all and had hidden like a coward in your bathtub. You had allowed the psycho phone man to gain power over you, and even more, secretly, you’d enjoyed it.

“Someone didn't have a good night,” said Mailo as you both were walking down the main hallway.

“I slept in the tub” you mentioned as you craned your neck to the side trying to find that sweet spot that would make your vertebrae settle or end your life, whichever came first.

“Ouch why?”

“Ah...” You couldn't tell him what had happened. You'd be branded stupid, and scolded by your best friend, it would be a humiliating “Let a friend crash last night” you lied.

“Which friend bunny? The imaginary one?” you heard as he laughed at you walking into the gym, slamming the door in your face. Stupid, sexy Shadow.

“Fuck you sombrita” You abhorred the day your paths had crossed. 2 years ago Shadow had arrived, with a glowing recommendation letter from Commander Maisland they let him enroll in any course he wanted because he would be “the salvation of the world”. Yeah right, that moron couldn't save anyone.

According to gossip, he had been on the resistance team back in Angel’s Island. Surprising to many, even to you until you met him. You were coming back from vacation, in a hurry to get to your anatomy class, you missed breakfast and had to run from the parking lot to the classroom in less than 10 minutes. When you arrived you sat next to Mailo, but during the whole class you could not pay attention, the class was too boring and your attention could not focus on the vascularization of the femur. You settled into your seat and taking advantage of the fact that the light was off, you closed your eyes, heading for dreamland. A hand wrapped around your hair pushing you, causing you to knock onto the table and woke up. You turned around, behind you was a hedgehog with jet black fur and red tips, looking at you with amusement, covering his mouth to keep from laughing.

“You have something on your forehead,” he said, letting out a laugh. You raised your hand and took your pencil; it had stuck to your forehead after the blow you had given against the table. That day you had earned a scolding, an extra job and an enemy.

Shadow was a bastard, with airs and graces. Taunting you whenever he could, pissing you off and competing with you every chance he got. It wasn't like there was much of a chance, he was the ultimate lifeform, at least that was what every professor called him. You hated the moment you found out you would be together once again. The self-defense and advanced martial arts class had run out of instructors, so they had put the two groups together and now you were forced to see him 3 times a week. “It will only be 6 months” you said to yourself as you and Mailo walked in.

Your group consisted of 12 people. 7 for self-defense L1, including you, Mailo, Grant, Susane, Alissa, Roger, and Dalia. The other 5 were supposed to be from advanced martial arts. The instructor, Agent Rios, called them to the center of the gym where the mats were. Quickly, you took off your shoes and tied your hair in a high ponytail. "Listen up, the university doesn’t have the budget to hire more instructors, so I’ll be teaching both levels. However, you’re not the only groups I have, and to make things easier for me, I’ve decided to pair one advanced person with the level 1s. I’ll call out your names and you’ll pair up with your partner on one of the mats, then I’ll tell you what we’ll do next."

"Oh hell no…," you thought. “Alissa and Rene, Roger and Rouge, Dalia and Ivana.” "Hello, God? It’s me again. I know I haven’t been very good, and I really don’t care what you think, but please, don’t let me..." You begged. You really didn’t want to be with him. Anyone but him.

“Susane and Richard, Miss Moon and Shadow, Mailo with me. Alright, that’s everyone. Now, pair up and start warming up. I’ll be back in 10 minutes."

“Excuse me, professor, is there a possibility of changing my partner?" you said, walking behind him. "It’s just that Mailo and I…” “Listen Miss Moon, I saw you last semester. You’re terrible and have no strength. That hedgehog is your best option if you want to pass the year, now if you excuse me" Agent Rios walked past you. Now you had no other choice but to try. The self-defense class was mandatory for all students, even if you weren’t planning to pursue a career in the battlefield there was no getting out of it.

“Great, now I’ll have to worry about two psychos.” You thought as you walked back to the mat where Shadow was waiting for you.

[greengoblinswifey]

Mended Hearts—Hwang Jun ho x Fem!Reader

summary— Jun-ho's relentless pursuit of finding the island has strained your relationship, leaving you feeling neglected and unseen. After weeks of distance and dismissiveness, you confront him, your frustrations spilling over into a heated argument that ends with apologies and comfort ;) Based on this request.

warnings— angst, arguing, fluff, praise kink, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare.

a/n— never thought i’d be writing for jun-ho but here i am, a woman of and for the people🙏🏽

It had been weeks since Jun-ho had truly looked at you. His focus had shifted entirely to uncovering the secrets of some stupid island, the one tied to the Squid Game, the one that consumed him. The man who had once wrapped his arms around you with love, who smiled at you like you were his safe place, now felt like a stranger. His tone was sharp, his responses were sparse, and the long nights he used to spend with you were now filled with files, maps, obsession and out on a boat.

You stood at the doorway to the dimly lit apartment, watching him at his desk. His back was to you as he flipped through papers and typed furiously on his laptop. The glow from the screen outlined his profile, making the dark circles under his eyes even more prominent.

“Jun-ho,” you called softly, hoping to break through the barrier he’d built around himself.

“What?” he muttered without turning around.

You sighed, stepping closer. “Can we talk? Please?”

“Not now,” he said flatly.

That was the last straw. Weeks of neglect and coldness boiled to the surface, and you couldn’t hold it back anymore. There was no way you’d continue to let shit slide.

“No, Jun-ho. Not later, not when you’re done, not tomorrow. Now,” you snapped, your voice shaking with frustration.

His hands froze on the keyboard, and he finally turned to look at you. “I said I’m busy, can’t you see that?”

“Busy? You’ve been busy for weeks! What about me, Jun-ho? What about us?” you shot back, tears threatening to spill. “You barely talk to me, you barely look at me, do you even care anymore?”

He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. “Of course I care! But I’m trying to do something important here. Do you think this is easy for me? Trying to find the truth about that damned island while keeping myself alive?”

“And what about me? I’m here, alive, and you’re pushing me away!” Your voice cracked as the words poured out. “I know this is important to you, but you’ve made me feel like I don’t matter. Like I’m just—here. Waiting for scraps of your attention.”

Jun-ho’s jaw clenched. He ran a hand through his hair, his frustration bubbling over. “You don’t understand! This isn’t about you, it’s bigger than you, bigger than us! People have died, and if I don’t—”

“I get that!” you yelled, cutting him off. “But do you even realize how much you’re losing in the process? You’re not just fighting for justice, Jun-ho, you’re throwing away everything else, us included!”

His next words came out sharper than he intended. “Maybe I don’t have time to be what you need right now! Is that what you want to hear?”

The silence that followed was deafening. Your face fell, and the sight hit him like a punch to the gut. He had crossed a line.

Your voice was small when you spoke again. “Y-you don’t mean that.”

His chest tightened as he saw the tears streaming down your face. He immediately stepped closer, his tone softening. “No, no, I don’t. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.”

You took a shaky breath, trying to compose yourself. “Do you even want me here, Jun-ho? Because if you don’t, just say that.”

His hands reached for yours, and this time, you didn’t pull away. “Don’t say that,” he murmured, his voice breaking. “Of course I want you here. I just—I’m scared. Scared that I’ll fail. That I’ll lose everything, including you.”

“You don’t have to do this alone,” you said, your voice steadier now. “I’m here for you, but I can’t keep feeling like I’m invisible.”

He pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, over and over, as if it could undo the weeks of pain he’d caused. “You’re right. I’ve been shutting you out, and that’s not fair to you. I’ll do better. I promise.”

You stayed like that for a while, wrapped in his warmth, feeling the walls between you crumble.

Later, when you were both lying in bed after Jun-ho had dropped everything to spend time with you, he kissed you softly, his touch filled with the tenderness you had missed. “I don’t deserve someone like you,” he murmured.

“Don’t say that,” you replied, running your fingers through his dark hair. “You need to remember that I’m here for you, always.”

“Thank you for not giving up on me,” he said quietly.

The tension between you and Jun-ho had been simmering for weeks, unspoken feelings and bottled up frustrations pressing against the walls of your shared space. But now, as his lips moved against yours in a kiss that was equal parts apology and longing, everything else seemed to fade away.

You straddled his lap, your hands threading through his hair as the kiss deepened. His fingers gripped your waist, steadying you as you pressed yourself closer, feeling the hardness beneath you. You pulled back slightly, your breath hitching as you met his gaze.

“Jun-ho,” you whispered, sliding your hands down to the hem of your top. Slowly, you pulled it over your head, revealing your bare chest.

His eyes were lust filled as they roamed over you, his lips parting slightly. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands running up your sides. “I can’t believe I’ve gone this long without touching you.”

“It’s been weeks,” you replied, your voice tinged with need.

“I know,” he said in a regretful tone. “I don’t know how I lasted this long.”

Your hands trailed down to the waistband of his pants, your touch light and teasing. “I need you,” you said, your voice low.

Something in him snapped. In a swift motion, he flipped you onto your back, his body pressing against yours as his lips found your neck. He kissed a wet trail down your collarbone, each touch slow, as if he were trying to make up for lost time.

He paused at your waist, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your skirt and panties. He glanced up at you, his eyes searching yours. “Do you want this?” he asked.

“Yes,” you breathed. “It’s been too long.”

That was all he needed to hear. He slid your bottoms down and off and his hands settled on your thighs, spreading them slightly as he lowered himself.

“You’re perfect, baby,” he said softly, his lips brushing against your inner thigh. “And I’m going to make sure you know that.”

He kissed your clit, his tongue and lips moving with precision and need. Each flick of his tongue sent shivers through your body, your hands tangling in his hair as your back arched off the bed. He was practically devouring you, relishing in the moment that had been building up.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, his breath warm against your pussy.

You couldn’t hold back the moans escaping your lips, your body trembling as he sucked on your clit like he had a point to prove. His hands gripped your thighs firmly, keeping you grounded even as you felt like you were unraveling.

“Baby,” you gasped, your fingers tugging gently at his hair.

He looked up at you briefly, his lips glistening, a small, satisfied smirk on his face. “That’s it, love. Cum for me.”

And when you finally did, shaking and breathless, he didn’t stop until you were completely spent, your body melting into the mattress. He kissed his way back up your body, his lips lingering on your skin before he met your gaze again.

“Missed this,” he whispered, brushing a strand of your curls from your face.

“Me too,” you replied, your voice still unsteady.

In that moment, it was just you and him—no islands, no missions, no distance. Just the love that had always been there, waiting to be rediscovered.

Jun-ho's lips lingered on your skin, trailing from your jaw to your collarbone before moving lower, his kisses growing hungrier by the second. His hands roamed your body, desperate, like he was making up for every moment he had kept himself from you.

As his mouth closed over your tits, sucking gently, his fingers worked at the waistband of his own pants, sliding them off in one swift motion. He pressed against your thigh, his hardness obvious. He pulled back slightly, his breathing ragged as he cupped your cheek, searching your gaze.

“Are you sure you want this?” he asked softly. “We don’t have to. We can just cuddle. I’ll wait if you need me to.”

You reached up, holding his jaw firmly but gently, making sure he looked directly at you. “Jun-ho,” you said, your voice low, “I’ve been deprived for weeks. Fuck me like you mean it.”

His eyes darkened, his control snapping in an instant. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed this,” he growled before capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

He moved with a new intensity, his hands gripping your hips as he aligned his hard cock with your entrance.Slowly, he pressed forward, his forehead dropping to yours as he let out a low moan. “You feel incredible. So wet for me,” he murmured.

Your fingers dug into his shoulders as he started to move, his thrusts rough but full of love. “God, you’re everything I need,” he breathed, his hands running over your sides, gripping your waist like he was afraid to let you go.

“You’re amazing,” you gasped, your back arching into him. “I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”

“I know,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “I’m so sorry. I’ve been so caught up, but you—God, you’re all I need.”

His pace quickened, his strokes growing more desperate as your moans filled the room. “You’re everything to me,” he said, his lips brushing against your ear. “I’ll never make you feel like you’re not enough again. I swear.”

The two of you moved together, your bodies perfectly in sync as you met his thrusts with grinding, the friction making your clit throb. The tension between you built until it became unbearable. “Cum for me,” he whispered. “Let me feel you soak my cock.”

You shattered beneath him, his name tumbling from your lips as he followed soon after, his entire body trembling as he held you close. He stayed buried in you for a moment, his forehead pressed to yours as you both caught your breath.

“I’m so sorry,” he murmured again, kissing your temple. “You deserve better from me, and I’ll do better. I promise.”

“Thank you,” you replied softly, your fingers brushing through his hair.

He carefully pulled out of you and reached for the blanket, wrapping it around both of you as he pulled you into his chest. His hand rubbing your back, his touch soothing.

“I love you,” he said quietly.

“I love you too,” you whispered, nuzzling into him.

As you drifted off in his arms, you felt his words and the way he held you like you were his entire world, a silent promise that he wouldn’t take you for granted again.

And for the first time in weeks, you felt like you had him back—the Jun-ho who loved you with everything he had.

[beaniebaneenie]

THIS.

This particular iteration of "fuck the 22nd amendment" isn't meant to pass.

It's a test balloon. It's dipping your toe in the lake to see how cold it is. It's "I'm totally joking! Haha unless...🥺👉🏻👈🏻?"

The purpose of this is to NORMALIZE the concept of getting rid of term limits, and to start that process well in advance of the 2028 deadline. Because presidential term limits are something that is extremely baked into the American consciousness. And it runs deep.

I've seen many posts from diehard trumpers about how this is Not Okay, it's UnAmerican, he'll be far too old by then, how they like the racism and bigotry but presidents are not kings and term limits are a thing for a reason.

Now, if everyone is true to pattern, when this doesn't pass, Cheeto will make it into a joke. Hell say he's flattered the rep who proposed it wants him around, but the American People have spoken and 22A is important to them. (He'll say it's important bc the people want it, not bc it's constitutional law. This is important.)

Several months from now when we've been getting bad news on the daily and we're much more exhausted than we are now, he'll make a joke about term limits. About staying for another four years.

Then he'll go quiet on it for a while, and in another few months, make another joke. The jokes will become more frequent as he also criticizes his dissenters and opponents. But by the midterms at the absolute latest, he'll be talking about it and starting to get serious.

He'll say that he's heard thousands of Americans tell him "personally" that they want him to ignore term limits. (This is why he'll say 22A is important bc the American people want it- because it's easier to then turn around and say “they don't want it anymore, so I'm going to ignore it" instead of "I'm going to ignore constitutional law. He'll claim he's obeying the will of the people.)

And dollars to doughnuts, he'll say, "I won in 2020, but the Dems stole it from me, so technically THIS is ALREADY my third term... Of course it makes sense to get rid of 22A, we really already did"... and a good chunk of his diehards will accept that as logical justification.

For those of you playing the home game, we're about here in the timeline:

It took Hitler 53 days in his position as Chancellor to pass the Enabling Act, the one that made him dictator.

It took only one year for him to then merge the positions of Chancellor and President to consolidate power.

I predict we'll get some form of Enabling Act well before midterms, because historically, a president who has a congressional party majority loses it in their midterm, and Cheeto wants to make sure an act of this nature passes.

I really hope I'm wrong.

But everything I've suspected would happen since about 2015 (when his run at the GOP nomination was starting to get serious) has come to pass.

Every day a despotic tyrant is in power, their roots get a little deeper. Every day is another day too long. Don't let these roots take hold- don't let this (ANY of this) become normal.

Do not obey in advance.

The GOP are already trying to make Trump king for life. They probably don't have enough votes to pass it this time but this is why every election counts. Assuming future elections are not rigged, local elections will make the difference between freedom and tyranny. And state and country governments have a huge impact too now. VOTE IN EVERY ELECTION. And get out and protest. Don't let them take our freedoms.

[echo-riot]

could i request leaving ambessa with your child? like, say reader is a single mom and she needs a break (whether to go nap or treat herself to dinner) and you leave your toddler in her care. could we get hcs on that? i feel like with having kids of her own shed know how to take care of a toddler, and her old age had made her juuust a bit softer

Ahem I’m in love with this-

✞⛧ AMBESSA TAKING CARE OF YOUR GREMLIN ✞⛧

✞⛧ When you first ask Ambessa to watch your toddler, she raises an eyebrow, smirking. “You’re trusting me with your little whirlwind? Brave, my love.”

✞⛧ Despite her teasing, she agrees almost immediately. She knows you’ve been burning the candle at both ends and genuinely wants to give you a break.

✞⛧ She insists you take your time. “Go treat yourself,” she says firmly, “and don’t come back until you’ve properly relaxed.”

✞⛧ Ambessa approaches the situation with a blend of military efficiency and surprising tenderness. She sees taking care of your toddler as a mission she’s determined to succeed in.

✞⛧ The toddler, of course, is thrilled to have Ambessa’s undivided attention. They immediately latch onto her, babbling excitedly about all the things they want to do.

✞⛧ She’s not fazed by their energy. Years of raising Mel have left her well-equipped to handle even the most chaotic little ones.

✞⛧ The first order of business is playtime, which Ambessa approaches with unexpected enthusiasm. She’s the type to fully commit, whether it’s pretending to be a dragon or helping them build a block fortress.

✞⛧ “If we’re building a castle,” she declares, “it will be the strongest castle. No weak structures here.” She even demonstrates how to stack the blocks more effectively, much to your toddler’s delight.

✞⛧ Snack time is a carefully coordinated affair. She slices fruit into neat pieces and arranges them on a plate like a tactical map. “Eat the apples first,” she advises. “They’re the scouts. Bananas are the cavalry—save them for the charge.”

✞⛧ Your toddler, of course, eats everything out of order. Ambessa just shakes her head and mutters, “Tactically unsound, but I admire the enthusiasm.”

✞⛧ She’s surprisingly patient when it comes to tantrums. If your toddler starts fussing, she kneels down to their level, her voice calm but firm. “Tell me what’s wrong,” she says. “We’ll figure it out together.”

✞⛧ If that doesn’t work, she scoops them up effortlessly and starts walking around the room, pointing out random objects to distract them.

✞⛧ Ambessa hums a deep, soothing tune—one of the lullabies she used to sing to Mel. It works like a charm, and your toddler’s cries quickly turn into giggles.

✞⛧ She’s a natural storyteller. Whether she’s recounting a toned-down version of her adventures or spinning a completely fantastical tale, your toddler is absolutely captivated.

✞⛧ She even uses her commanding voice for dramatic effect. “And then,” she says, eyes narrowing, “the brave knight charged into battle!” Your toddler gasps, completely entranced.

✞⛧ At one point, the toddler insists on playing dress-up, draping Ambessa in a colorful scarf and a plastic tiara. She allows it with a sigh, muttering, “I’m a general, not a doll,” but there’s a faint smile on her lips.

✞⛧ She secretly loves how much your toddler adores her. Whenever they call her “Bessa” or tug on her hand to show her something, her heart softens just a little more.

✞⛧ Bath time is a new kind of battlefield, but Ambessa handles it with ease. She keeps a towel at the ready like she’s preparing for combat and manages to keep both herself and the bathroom mostly dry.

✞⛧ When your toddler starts splashing her, she gives them a mock stern look. “Are you declaring war on me?” she asks, smirking. They laugh and splash her again, and she actually laughs back.

✞⛧ Once your toddler is clean and in their pajamas, Ambessa lets them sit on her lap while they read a story together. Her deep voice is surprisingly soothing as she reads aloud, occasionally changing her tone to mimic different characters.

✞⛧ She notices how your toddler starts to yawn and instinctively pulls them closer, letting them rest against her chest.

✞⛧ By the time you return, you find them both on the couch—your toddler asleep in her arms, and Ambessa looking more relaxed than you’ve ever seen her.

✞⛧ “You’re back,” she says softly, careful not to wake the little one. “We managed just fine without you, but I suppose you’re allowed to reclaim them now.”

✞⛧ She teases you about needing a break but makes it clear she’s proud of you. “You’re doing well, raising this one. They’ve got your stubbornness, that’s for sure.”

✞⛧ Your toddler wakes up briefly, reaching for her with sleepy eyes. Ambessa’s expression softens as she gently brushes a stray hair from their face. “Go back to sleep, little warrior,” she murmurs.

[oceandelreysworld]

Hard times

Homophobic parents, vi comforts reader. Fluff(Angust to) a/u. Vi x reader.

You never thought you'd end up crying in the rain at Vi's doorsteps, but here you are. Kicked out of your house because your parents found out that you have a girlfriend...

You knocked at her door, not even 10 seconds later, she opened the door with wide eyes as you rushed into her arms.

"Hey hey hey, y/n what's wrong?" Vi asked while she rubbed your back, bringing you inside, closing the door. You started sobbing into her arms, and all she could do was stand there and wait for you to answer. As you picked your head up off her shoulder, she cupped your face as your eyes drifted off from her face. You couldn't look at her.

"They..they found out. They found out about everything. They found out about me, you, us. I'm so sorry. I really tried. And I know I shouldn't have just-" you rambled on so fast you didn't realize when she put her lips on yours. Your heart was racing, body tence, but Vi has always been here for you to come back to and to comfort you. Your body relaxes as her kiss lingers.

She slowly backs away from the kiss, resting her forehead on yours. Both of your eyes are closed.

"You don't ever have to apologize to me. Especially for being yourself. Okay?"

She wiped your tears away with her thumbs. You okay your eyes to find hers looking back at you.

"Okay...Vi I never...I never meant for you to get caught up in all of...this. Whatever this is. Their problems always reflect on me, which just falls back on you-"

"Honey, listen to me. I. Do. Not. Care. Fuck em. All that matters to me is you. I don't care what they think of me. I care about you and us."

She's soft with her voice, but you can tell she's being serious and stern. Vi means what she says. It comes from the deepest part of her heart.

You are her soul tie. Her string of balance. She's your twin flame. Your everything.

"Please understand when I say I love you. I love your mind, your body, your soul, even your damn stubbornness."

You both lightly laugh as you lean into her hands, placing your hand on top of hers.

"Vi is do, but I don't want to keep relying on you for everything. I'm helpless. I feel like I keep taking advantage of you. I fall back onto you when everything goes wrong."

You sob lightly, trying to catch your breath. Her eyebrows frowned, looking at you in the eyes.

"Oh my sweet girl...I'm here for that. That's what I'm here for, I'm here to go through these things with you. You're my girl. And I wouldn't change that for anything in the world."

She kisses your forehead, then you lean into her shoulder and she moves her hands down on your waist, rubbing her thumbs on your sides, as you move your arms around her neck, moving your body closer to hers.

"I love you." You say as your grip grows tighter around her.

"I love you more." There's a comforting moment of silence between you two before she speaks again."You can stay with me as long as you want to. I don't mind at all, okay? Don't ever think you're a burden on me." She always knows what you're thinking without speaking out loud. Vi knows just what to say to make you feel better.

"Okay. Thank you Vi. You always know what to say. "I know, baby. I know." She rubs up and down your back as you rest your body on hers.

"Hey baby?"

"Yeah?" You say as you picked your head up.

"Let's go lay down. How does that sound, hmm?" Vi hold your ever so gently, afraid if she hugs you to much you might break.

"Yeah, I would like that alot."

"Okay, but first let's get you changed into some different clothes."

"Okay...can I wear one of your shirts?"

Vi hums in approval, nodding her head. "Of course baby, whatever you want." She kisses your forehead.

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A/n: I hope you guys loved this plot as much as I did. I'm so glad I came up with this. Also, if anyone has parents like that, please reach out to me or someone for comfort. I know this is a very delicate subject. So if anyone needs to talk, I'm all open ears.

[moonlightdreamzz]

I NEED YOU — YANG JUNGWON

SUMMARY. In the midst of his breaking point, Jungwon’s need for your love, presence, and understanding becomes the only thing that can save him from himself.

GENRE. ANGST / MINOR FLUFF?

THEMES. Established!Relationship, Jungwon has a mental breakdown from the weight of the world being on his shoulders, and you’re too busy trying not to be clingy to notice the signs until it’s too late.

AUTHORS NOTE. Wow. This broke me. Wish I could get a big hug right now, but I can’t, so I wrote this instead. Jungwon deserves all the love in the world.

Outsideeeeeeeee.

Those were the words plastered on the photo of you, Nicholas, Harua, and Maki—the third picture tonight, by the way, of you out at some club, having the time of your life. Nicholas’ arm is draped over your shoulder, a wide grin on his face as you laugh beside him. Maki and Harua stand off to the side, equally carefree, all of you caught in that carefree moment you’d been chasing lately.

Jungwon watches the photo flicker on his phone screen as he sits alone in his practice room, the dim light doing nothing to lessen the weight on his shoulders. The team had just finished their rehearsal, and the pressure was eating him alive. He knew you were out with your friends, having fun, but it still stung. There was a part of him, buried deep, that resented the distance between you two lately.

You had been glowing, laughing more than he’d seen in weeks, spending time with everyone else. It made him happy to see you happy, of course. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy. He missed the way things used to be—when you’d talk for hours, when he could just fall back into the comfort of your presence without feeling like he was a burden. Now, it felt like he was fighting for your attention in a way he never had to before.

And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to reach out. He wasn’t good at that, at letting anyone in, especially you. The weight of his responsibilities was suffocating, but even more so was the fear of failing. He knew you were there for him, always, but it didn’t make it any easier to deal with the thoughts swirling in his head, the self-doubt that he couldn’t shake.

You seemed so free, so carefree, and it made him feel… well, small. He wanted to be there with you, to laugh alongside you, to be the person who made you smile without all the baggage of his worries. But every time he tried to break through the wall he’d built up around himself, he faltered. Maybe it was because he wasn’t sure you’d understand, or maybe because he didn’t want to burden you with his mess. You didn’t deserve to carry his weight.

And yet, that didn’t stop the yearning from growing.

It wasn’t just the jealousy that ate at him; it was the ache of wanting to be seen, to be close to you again. To feel that unspoken connection you two had, the way you used to reach out and pull him in. The way you used to be his safe space.

But this time, he was ready to let you in. He just wasn’t sure how.

Jungwon sat in the corner of your apartment, his silhouette barely illuminated by the soft light coming from the kitchen. He hadn’t bothered to turn the lights on. The silence in the room felt like it was pressing against him, suffocating him more than the world outside ever could. He wasn’t even supposed to be here—he didn’t live here, not really. But he’d found himself coming earlier and earlier, staying here longer than he had any right to.

He couldn’t explain it.

The weight on his chest was heavier than usual tonight. It wasn’t just the pressure of everything he was juggling—being a leader, trying to keep everything together—it was something deeper. Something gnawing at him from the inside. The way you’d been out so often with your friends, the way you were laughing, carefree, while he was drowning in his own head, alone with his thoughts. It made him sick to think about, but worse, he couldn’t tell you. He wouldn’t let himself be the kind of guy to ask for more.

But now? Now it was breaking him.

The door clicked open, and there you were. Slightly tipsy, glowing with that smile that always made his chest tighten, but tonight it felt different. You froze for a second when you saw him, and the confusion crossed your face almost instantly. “Jungwon?”

You clearly weren’t expecting him. But there he was. Waiting. Staring at you with an unreadable expression.

You walked towards him, and he just watched you move. Your carefree energy—it killed him, and he didn’t know how to feel about it. He wanted to be happy for you, wanted to tell you how proud he was that you were having fun, but there was something in him that couldn’t. Not tonight.

“Why are you here?” you asked, trying to keep it light, as you kneeled beside him, your lips brushing against his cheek.

He didn’t even move at first. He just stared at you like you were someone he didn’t know. Like the person he once recognized wasn’t there anymore. Then his eyes flickered back to yours, and his voice came out sharp, cutting through the space between you two.

“Did you have fun?” The words were deceptively calm, but the tension in his jaw, the way his lips barely parted to speak—they were anything but.

You pulled back, blinking in confusion. “Yeah, of course,” you said, not understanding the sudden shift. “We had fun. Just like always.”

He didn’t reply right away. His eyes flickered over your face, but they weren’t soft anymore. They were cold, calculating, almost like he was searching for something in you—some sign, some acknowledgment, some… comfort. But there was nothing but this tension now.

You leaned in to kiss him again, but his voice stopped you.

“Why do you always look so happy with them? With him.”

His words were slow, deliberate, but they were jagged, like he was trying to bite back something bigger. You didn’t understand. “With who? Who are you talking about?”

“Nicholas,” he spat, the name falling from his lips like it burned him. “You’ve been out with him a lot, huh? He’s always got his arm around you. Always the one to laugh with you. I’m just…” He couldn’t even finish the sentence, his voice breaking.

Your eyes widened as you took a step back, completely thrown off. “Jungwon, what are you talking about?”

But he wasn’t done. He wasn’t even close to being done.

His chest heaved with the frustration building inside him, his face turning red as his temper flared. “I’m just here. Sitting. Waiting. Watching you have the time of your life while I’m fucking falling apart.” His voice cracked on the last words, and you could hear the anguish in them, even if he didn’t want you to.

“You think I don’t see it? I see it, Y/N. I see you laughing with them, talking to them, and I—I just sit here. Alone. Hoping you’ll notice me. But you don’t. Not anymore.” His words were coming faster now, like a dam had burst and there was no stopping it.

You were frozen. Completely at a loss for how to react. This wasn’t the Jungwon you knew. He’d always been calm, collected, and so damn self-assured. But now? He was a storm, and you were standing right in its path.

“Jungwon…” You tried to reach for him, but he pulled away from your touch, his body stiff, like you’d just burned him.

“I’m trying, okay? I’m trying to be everything, to do everything right. For you. For the team. For everyone. But it’s never enough.” His voice broke this time, and he closed his eyes, his breath shuddering as he fought to keep himself together.

But he couldn’t. Not anymore.

“You don’t understand. You don’t know how bad it’s getting.” He wiped his face quickly, almost embarrassed by the tears that were welling up in his eyes. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I don’t know how to keep doing this.”

He broke then, his walls shattering around him. His voice trembled as he finally let everything out. “I just need you. All of you. I need you to be here, Y/N. I need you to see me. To really see me. Not the leader, not the boyfriend you think you have to be perfect for. Just… me.”

His head dropped into his hands, shoulders shaking as the weight of everything came crashing down.

You knelt beside him, your own heart breaking at the sight of him like this. But you didn’t know what to say. How to fix this.

“Jungwon, I—” you started, but he cut you off, his voice hoarse as he spoke between shallow breaths.

“You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. Just… just be here. Please. I need you so much right now.” His voice cracked, and he looked at you, the vulnerability in his eyes like nothing you’d ever seen before.

And for the first time, you realized just how deeply he’d been sinking, just how much he needed you in a way you hadn’t noticed. All the signs had been there, but you hadn’t seen them.

You felt your heart sink as you watched him, the quiet weight of everything he was carrying. He wasn’t just the leader, the strong one, the one who held everything together. He was Jungwon. And right now, that Jungwon was broken, and you couldn’t ignore that anymore.

You moved closer, slowly, like you were trying to approach a wounded animal. His eyes flicked up to yours, and for a moment, it felt like he was hiding everything again. But you weren’t having it this time.

“Jungwon… I’m so sorry.” The words tasted bitter, because you knew they weren’t enough, but they were all you could say for now. “I thought I was doing the right thing, giving you space… I thought I was being considerate, letting you have your time. But I didn’t realize I was missing the whole picture. I wasn’t seeing you. Not the way you needed me to. Not the way you are.”

You reached out then, your hand resting gently on his arm, like you were trying to ground him. “I know you don’t always want to show it, and I know you’re used to keeping things inside, holding everything together. You’re so used to being the rock for everyone else.” You shook your head, your voice steady now, growing with conviction. “But that’s not all you are, Jungwon. You’re more than that.”

You paused, taking a breath, needing to find the right words that didn’t just feel like empty reassurances. “You’re someone who thinks so much, who feels so deeply, even when you try to bury it. You’re someone who cares about people, and about me—and I can see that. But you’re also someone who deserves to be cared for, someone who needs someone to hold him, even when you’re scared to ask for it.”

You looked at him, trying to pierce through the walls he’d put up. “You don’t have to carry everything, you know. You don’t have to be perfect. You don’t have to be the strong one all the time. I see you, Jungwon. I see you as you—not just the leader or the one who’s always got it together. I see the parts of you that you don’t want to show, the parts you keep locked away because you think they make you weak. But they don’t. They make you real. And I love you for that.”

You reached up to touch his cheek, your thumb brushing softly over his skin. “I love your mind, the way you think, the way you process everything, even when it drives you crazy. I love how you’re always looking for more, for better, for deeper meaning in everything. I love the way you care about people, even when it feels like it’s too much for you to handle.

You swallowed, heart pounding. “But what I love most, Jungwon, is how you let me in. Even when you don’t want to. Even when you try to push me away. Because I know it’s hard for you to open up. But I want to hear you. I want to know all of you—the good, the bad, the messy parts that scare you.”

You leaned in, your forehead resting against his for a moment, breathing him in, your voice soft but unwavering. “I’m here, Jungwon. I’m here, not just for the good parts, not just for the strong parts. But for all of you. And I need you to promise me something.”

He didn’t say anything, just stared at you, waiting. You could feel the weight of everything in the air, and you knew this moment could change everything.

“I need you to promise me that you won’t keep all of this inside again. Promise me you’ll let me help carry it. Promise me you won’t feel like you have to do everything alone. You don’t have to be the perfect leader, or the strong one, or the guy who always has it figured out. You’re allowed to feel everything, Jungwon. You’re allowed to need someone.”

You let the silence hang in the air for a beat, hoping your words were reaching him, letting him know that you saw him—the real him. Not the one who always had to be perfect, but the one who needed love and support just like everyone else.

“I’ll always be here, Jungwon. Always. But I need you to promise me that when it gets too heavy, when you feel like you can’t breathe anymore, you’ll tell me. Promise me you won’t keep it inside. I can’t help if I don’t know, but I’ll do anything to carry this with you. So promise me you’ll never shut me out.”

His eyes flickered with something soft, something vulnerable, before he nodded slowly, the weight lifting just a little.

“I promise,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but full of sincerity. “I promise I won’t shut you out anymore.”

The words hung in the air for a long moment, neither of you moving, neither of you speaking. But something shifted in him. His eyes welled with emotion, the walls he’d kept up for so long beginning to crack under the weight of it all. Slowly, like he didn’t trust his own body to move, Jungwon leaned into you, his shoulders shaking.

And then, before you could even react, the tears came.

His face buried in the crook of your neck as his body trembled, every sob hitting like a wave. His arms wrapped around you desperately, like you were the only thing anchoring him in this overwhelming storm of feelings he had kept bottled up for so long. The weight of everything—his doubts, his frustrations, his fears—broke free, and you held him tightly, letting him feel your warmth.

You didn’t need to say anything, you just held him, letting him release it all, your hands smoothing over his hair, brushing away the tears that didn’t stop flowing. You knew this was everything he’d been carrying. And you knew this was the first time he’d ever allowed himself to let it out like this.

“I’m sorry,” his voice cracked, barely audible as he clung to you. “I didn’t mean to say those things. I didn’t… I didn’t want to hurt you, I swear. I was just so… I don’t know, frustrated. And I—” His voice hitched as another sob wracked through him, his words getting caught in the choke of his breath. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to push you away, I didn’t mean to be so… so cruel.”

You tightened your arms around him, pressing your cheek to the top of his head, feeling him break down in your arms, feeling the weight of his regret. The words were raw, the apology coming from a place of vulnerability you hadn’t seen from him before.

“Jungwon,” you whispered softly, your hands moving to his face to gently lift his tear-soaked eyes to meet yours. “You don’t have to apologize. I know it wasn’t you. I know it was the pressure and all the things you’re holding inside. But you don’t have to carry that alone anymore. You’re not alone in this.”

He nodded weakly, his breath shallow as he tried to steady himself, but the tears still flowed, a steady stream of remorse and raw emotion. “I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N. I don’t want to push you away again. I just… I didn’t know how to make it stop. I didn’t know how to… to let go.”

You kissed his forehead gently, wiping away the last of his tears. “You don’t have to do it alone. Let me help you carry it. Let me be here, really here, for all of it. You don’t have to hold it together all the time.”

He nodded again, his arms tightening around you as if he was afraid to let go, afraid that the moment this passed, the weight would return.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, his voice thick with emotion. “For being mean. For shutting you out when all you wanted was to be there for me. I don’t deserve you.”

You smiled softly, brushing your thumb over his cheek as you looked into his eyes, making sure he could see just how much you meant it. “You do deserve me. You’re allowed to feel everything, Jungwon. And you’re allowed to have your moments, to be weak, to be scared. But you’re not weak for needing help. And I’m never going anywhere.”

With that, he let out a shaky breath, his body relaxing slightly in your arms, the storm of his emotions slowly starting to settle, the tears easing, though there was still that tremor in his breath. And for the first time in a long time, he felt a little lighter.

“I love you,” he whispered, the words trembling as they left his lips, full of sincerity, full of everything he had left to give.

You pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, a silent promise lingering in the air between you, that no matter how heavy things got, you’d always be there to help him carry it.

[himbosandhardwear]

Steddie I No UD AU I SFW I Aged Up Characters I Fluff

I have no idea how many words this is, I banged it out right here in the Tumblr app. I was possessed by a demon, I think. Anyway! Behold! Baker!Eddie and Smitten!Steve for your viewing pleasure...

***

"Sir? Your drink."

Steve, startled back into the moment, blinks at the barista as she holds out his latte. He takes it from her, apologizes, and starts to walk away but...

"Sorry again, but, uh, is that Eddie Munson by any chance?"

She turns to look through the pass through window into the bakery. "Yeah. Why? You need him for something?"

"No!" He winces. "Sorry. No. I just haven't seen him in years. We went to high school together. I had no idea he worked here."

She smiles like she's placating him, 'fascinating' that smile says. "He's the owner, actually. His brownies are world famous."

"No shit? That's awesome. Good for him."

He doesn't get a response to that, so he leaves her alone to finish making other people's coffees.

What a weird coincidence, Steve moving to this neighborhood and finding...well, not an old friend exactly, but a fellow Hawkins High survivor.

***

Two days later, Steve is still thinking about Eddie. His goofy hairnet, the flour dusted up his arms, the adorable apron, decorated with skulls, of course. His smile. With the dimples and everything.

"Ugh."

He's gonna go back. Probably make a complete ass of himself.

"Ugh!"

Maybe he'll go just for another look. Eddie won't even notice he's there.

***

He doesn't get a chance to sneak in and out, Eddie himself greets Steve as soon as the bell goes off above the door.

"Steve Harrington is the mystery alumni?! Can't believe you saw my ugly mug and decided to come back. Wait..." He raises a suspicious eyebrow. "Are you stalking me?"

Steve sputters in horror, feeling caught out, but Eddie just laughs at him, throwing his head back, sending his already loose bun jiggling. Steve breaks into a nervous sweat.

"I'm just fucking with you, man. Come here, let me get a look at you."

Jesus Christ, why is this more nerve wracking than buying pot off the guy behind the school?

Because now you're aware of the reason why he flustered you in the first place, dumb ass.

He steps up to the display counter anyway, trying to be unobtrusive to the people in line. "Hey, Eddie. How are you?"

His smile could lure people into the fucking ocean. "Livin' the dream. You? What brings you to Chi Town?"

"Oh, I just moved in a couple doors down, actually. This neighborhood is great. Super friendly, great shopping, cool bakeries." He motions around them.

Eddie gives him an 'Aw shucks' wave. "You're just saying that because Lilly's salted caramel latte is to die for. You haven't even tried the other wares."

He glances down at the glass case. Normally he doesn't do sweets for breakfast but Eddie's 'wares' do look pretty good. "I hear your brownies are world famous."

His eyes light up, despite how cool about it he's trying to be. "I mean, we were featured on a British travel show... No biggie."

"That's really cool, man. Congratulations."

He casually wipes at the counter with a tea towel, the epitome of nonchalant. "Thanks. You wanna try one?"

"Sure." He glances at the selection but there are so many and they all look good. "Recommend anything in particular?"

Eddie bounces on his toes for a second before whirling around and rushing off to the back. His hair is pinned up in that bun but Steve remembers how it used to trail behind him when he moved, as though working with Looney Toons physics.

When he reappears, he's got a wax paper bundle clutched between two hands. "Voila! Salty Turtle Dog."

"Salty Turtle Dog?" Steve confirms, moving to take the thing from Eddie's presenting hands.

At the last second he pulls back. "You're not allergic to nuts, are you?"

There's a joke there but he's not ready to make it. "Not so far, no."

"Cool." He allows Steve to finally take it from him.

The unwrapped package is still steaming warm. It's been a really long time since he's had a fresh out of the oven brownie. He pinches a bite off with his fingers and pops it into his mouth.

"Oh my god," he groans, head rolled back in pleasure. It's like crispy, gooey, salty, caramel heaven. "What the fuck did you put in this?"

"Blood of a virgin. And walnuts."

"I'll take the whole pan." He shoves another bite into his mouth before he looks up to see Eddie watching him, a pleasant smile upon his face and a bit of color on his cheeks. Embarrassment rolls through him as he realizes he's been moaning like a cat in heat for the last half minute. He rushes to save some sort of face. "It's good. Really good."

"Thanks." He calls out to the new girl making coffee orders, getting Steve another latte. "The secret ingredient is actually the flakey salt on top."

He looks down and sure enough, flakey salt on top. "Neat."

"You working nearby? I'm not usually in during the lunch rush but you could always stop by. We do sandwiches for the lunch menu."

"Nah, I'm Uptown. About fifteen stops." Unfortunately, he thinks, desperately wanting another excuse to stop by. He'd already checked, they close at 3pm. He doesn't get off till 5.

Eddie nods, wiping at the counter again, though it's not dirty. "Doing what?" He looks Steve up and down, noting the button up shirt and khaki pants.

Steve cannot tell Eddie Munson he does data entry, he'll never want to talk to him again. "Uh, boring office shit. Tell me about this," he waves around the bakery, "how did you get into it? Baking."

That makes him laugh. "By accident. You remember my...side gig?"

"Of course." The first time he had to buy directly from Eddie, after he and Tommy parted ways, Steve nearly chickened out, he was so scared of Eddie.

Turns out fear wasn't exactly the thing churning in his gut.

"Well, I got curious one night, thought I might try my hand at edibles. Sounded like a safer option to be transporting around school, ya know? I started small, chocolate chip cookies, but eventually I started branching out, brownies, cake, whatever. And they were a huge hit. My friends actually loved it so much we made the classic mistake of eating too many in one sitting. I'm talkin' like a whole pan in an hour-"

Steve winces in sympathy.

"Yeah. Long story short, I met the devil that night and he pointed out to me that I could, in fact, make baked goods without the weed. Ya know, brownies for eating purposes."

Steve giggles against his will. "Helpful."

"Right? And now here I am, ten years later, averaging four hours of sleep a day, but really, truly livin' the dream."

"That's really cool." Steve has always been attracted to people who have passion. Probably because he hasn't been passionate about anything in his entire life. "You should really try to work on your sleep schedule though. I learned that the hard way during school."

"I'd love to but it's impossible. I'm too much of a night owl to sleep at night and I have to be here at 4am, so I'm usually crashing out after work and sleeping till 2 or 3pm."

"Aww, that sucks. If we lived together, we'd never go to bed at the same time."

It occurs almost immediately that that's an insane thing to say to a virtual stranger. Eddie is frozen solid behind the counter, eyes taking up forty percent of his face, silent as the grave.

Steve turns tail and marches right out of the shop.

***

He swears an oath to never return to Eddie's shop, on pain of death, but then he remembers he left half his brownie sitting on the counter and left his latte too. Without paying! The embarrassment is overshadowed by the guilt, so much so that when Saturday morning rolls around he finds himself standing outside on the sidewalk, waiting until he gets confirmation that Eddie is there to go in.

He is, passing back and forth across the kitchen window behind the counter, bobbing his head wildly to some unheard music.

Steve desperately wants to get to know this version of Eddie, so similar but so different to his high school self. Maybe he'll forgive Steve for being such a weirdo and they can be friends. Eddie doesn't seem the type to hold a social faux pas against a guy. He once made a giant dick out of paper mache in Advanced Art. They made him destroy it before Steve got a look but he heard all about it. Five feet tall, they said. Veiny, they said.

He shakes the thought away and steels his spine. Now or never.

The bell dings above his head. He waits. Nothing dire happens. Eddie doesn't leap out from the kitchen, pointing a finger and screaming 'Creep!' Not that Steve thought he would... But you never knew.

"Hello. What can I get for you?" The barista greets, pleasant but by rote.

"Umm. Salted caramel latte? Medium. And, uh, whatever brownie Eddie recommends."

She gives him a look, confused, before something clicks. "Ohhh." She then turns and shouts, "Eddie, your guy is here!"

Steve goes to correct that horrific statement but the loud clattering of a metal bowl hitting the floor cuts him off. Eddie swears, loudly, before his head pops around the pass through.

"I didn't say that," he frantically tells Steve, "she said that. Not me. Dana! Don't say shit like that."

"What? I thought you said-"

"If you finish that sentence, his order comes out of your paycheck."

She scowls. "Whatever." Her scowl doesn't lessen when she turns back to him. "Was that all?"

Steve glances up at Eddie in the window. "Brownie?" He asks, articulately.

"Get him a Valencia." He turns back to the kitchen, only to pop up again a second later, sans hairnet, and ask, "You got five minutes?"

Steve will hang out all day if Eddie asks, but he can't say that. "Sure. I'll be over there." He points towards the window seats.

"Cool. Be right back."

Steve pays and takes his latte and his not fresh out of the oven brownie and moves to the aforementioned table. It's after the morning rush so there are only a few other people scattered around. The closest person is a student doing homework, and thankfully has headphones on. He's pretty sure whatever conversation Eddie wants to have is going to be embarrassing.

His hours old Valencia brownie is still to die for, tangy this time but soft as hell. If Eddie lets him come back he's gonna get as big as a house.

He's halfway through his breakfast when Eddie flops down across from him. He's lost the apron this time too, looking sexy as hell in just a regular black t-shirt and jeans. Still every inch a rockstar even if he's not shredding a guitar. And he's got a little smudge of batter across one cheek... God...

"Hi. Thanks for sticking around."

"No problem. I'm off today."

"Right. Saturday."

"Right."

They stare at each other, painfully awkward, until they both make it worse by trying to speak at the same time.

"I'm sorry about-"

"What did you mean-"

"Oh, sorry."

"No, I'm sorry. You go."

"No, you, seriously."

Steve slaps both hands over his face and whisper shouts until he feels like he's not gonna run out the door again.

"You know what?" Eddie quips. "It's not important right now. How's the brownie?"

He's so sweet. God dammit.

"Really good. Is it orange? Is that what the crunchy bits are?"

"Yeah, candied orange. How's the latte?"

He hesitates a second too long and Eddie cracks a laugh.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. You can't fire someone for being straight but I swear they can't work a milk steamer for shit. I can't prove it yet but I know it's true."

Holy shit, the implications of that... There were rumors about Eddie in school, of course, but you had to take everything said about him with a grain of salt. Just because he's implying that he's queer doesn't mean he's single or that he's open to dating Steve in particular. He decides to focus on the other implication.

"So Lilly is queer? Is she single? I've got a lesbian I desperately need to get laid."

Eddie snorts. "Oh yeah? Wait a minute. Buckley? Holy shit, you still talk to her?"

"Talk to her? I just left her on the couch eating an entire sleeve of my Oreos." He sips his mediocre latte and grunts in annoyance. "If she doesn't get over Penelope soon I'm gonna stage an intervention."

"Oh no..." Eddie makes a face.

"What?

"Penelope Williams? Works at the stationary shop on Ashford?"

What the hell? "Yeah? How did you know?"

"Lilly is on her second date with her tonight." He winces even harder, as if it's somehow all his fault.

Steve just laughs. "Why does every lesbian in a five hundred mile radius know each other?"

"Witchcraft, probably. Ouija boards?"

He pops the last of his brownie into his mouth and nods. It's as valid a reason as anything else. He decides to keep the news of Penelope moving on already to himself. Rob just stopped sobbing into his neck three days ago, and he's been waiting on her to feel better before he tells her about Eddie.

"You think if I had Rob come over and put the moves on Dana, she'd make a better latte?"

Eddie cackles. "Couldn't hurt to try."

They smile at each other. It doesn't feel weird, it feels nice, like they can do this, be friendly. Or it would've been if Eddie didn't open his mouth and blurt out, "Did you mean what you said the other day?"

Steve throws his head back and groans. When he looks back, Eddie is waiting patiently for a response. "I'm sorry, okay? Sometimes my brain to mouth filter is busted."

"No, it's cool." He waves Steve's explanation like it's nothing. "I meant, like, was that meant to sound like...what it sounded like?"

Steve cocks his head. He's not sure how else what he said could be interpreted. Like, did Eddie think he was obsessed with sharing a bedtime with Robin too?

He catches Steve's confusion, leans in and whispers, "I just didn't think that was...an option for you..."

"Ohhh," he drawls. Right. "Yeah. Uh," he looks around to make sure no one is listening in, "I'm open to all kinds of...options."

He watches as Eddie processes this, does a frankly upsetting amount of lip licking, and then looks up from between his lashes. "And the thing your brain didn't filter was me being one of those options?"

Fuck. It was embarrassing right up until this exact moment, Eddie looking at him like that. He feels his throat constrict as he tries to swallow.

"Is that okay?" He whispers.

They're leaning really fucking close together - Eddie smells like cinnamon and Camels - so whispering to stay inconspicuous is stupid at this point. Neither of them seem to care.

"Steve Harrington," Eddie draws his name out long and meaningful, as though that's answer enough. Steve supposes it is, coupled with the look he's sharing.

"Five minutes ago."

"What time do you get off?" Eddie practically twinkles at him. Steve groans. "Oh my god, what time do you get off work?"

"Oh." Steve chugs the dregs of his adequate latte. "You wanna get out of here?"

"Not to your place if Robin is still on the couch."

Steve blushes from top to bottom. God dammit, he used to be slutty, why is this so hard? "Right. Your place?"

"All clear." He flashes Steve a grin, full and tempting. Like Steve isn't a sure thing.

They scramble out of their seats and head for the door. At the last second, Steve stops.

"Wait, I almost forgot." He grabs his wallet and starts fishing out a ten. "I forgot to pay last time."

"Keep your money."

He looks up. "What?"

"I wasn't gonna charge for that stuff anyway."

"Okay... But...Why?"

He shuffles in place, all sheepish for some reason. "I kinda over-charged you for the weed. Every time you paid. For years."

Steve is so gone on him already, he just finds that charming.

***

Later that night, while Eddie is asleep, Steve slips the ten under his pillow.

It'll become a back and forth in-joke they share for years.

saw this on instagram (yes, instagram) and i can’t stop thinking about steve recognising eddie at a bakery and immediately falling in love with the guy he kinda had a thing for in high school but never allowed himself to think about too much. like, he’s always had eddie in the back of his mind since finishing school but suddenly seeing him has him all heart eyes and also kind of surprised with what eddie ended up doing with his life. idk, you can think about the statistics, i’m not a writer (please someone write something and tag me 🙏) but THIS will be in my head all day at work

[jiminomenon]

trouble has a name

pairing: trouble maker! karina x stuco president reader

genre: fluff, highschool! au, jimin being down bad reader

word count: 816 words

summary: student council president y/n has always prided herself on keeping the school in order, a task made infinitely harder by their girlfriend, jimin—resident troublemaker with a penchant for bending the rules and throwing punches. when jimin ends up in the infirmary after a fight, y/n is torn between scolding her for her recklessness and patching her up with all the care in the world. bruises are tended to, soft apologies are exchanged, and amidst the chaos, one thing remains clear: no matter how much trouble jimin gets into, y/n will always be there to catch her.

a/n: i actually can’t believe people were taking my last post seriously LMFAOOOO

jimin leans back against the infirmary cot, her knuckles bruised and raw, and there’s a tiny cut just above her eyebrow that won’t stop bleeding. it makes your stomach twist in a way that’s equal parts worry and frustration.

“you can’t keep doing this,” you mumble, dabbing at the cut with antiseptic. you’re trying to stay calm, trying to remind yourself you’re the student council president and yelling at your girlfriend in the middle of school isn’t exactly professional. but it’s hard when she just grins at you like this whole thing is a joke.

“he was asking for it,” she says, like that makes it okay, like she doesn’t care that you’re one second away from losing it.

you sigh, pressing the bandage down over her eyebrow with a little more force than necessary. she winces, and for once, you don’t apologize. “you can’t solve everything with your fists, jimin. you’re going to get in trouble one day. or worse—” your voice catches, and you hate how shaky it sounds. “—you’re going to get hurt for real.”

her grin falters at that, and you hate that you notice it. hate that she can read you so easily when you’re trying so hard to stay firm.

“you’re worried about me.” her voice is quieter now, teasing but softer around the edges.

“of course i’m worried about you,” you snap, looking away because her big brown eyes are staring into yours and it’s not fair how easily she gets under your skin. “you’re my girlfriend. i have to take care of you when you do stupid things like this.”

jimin’s hand finds yours, calloused and warm and frustratingly gentle as she squeezes your fingers. “i’m sorry,” she says, so softly you almost don’t hear it.

you look back at her then, and for a second you forget about the fight, about the bruises, about how much of a headache she is most of the time. all you see is the girl who sneaks you snacks during council meetings and holds your hand in empty hallways.

you sigh, leaning closer to press a featherlight kiss to her temple, just above the bandage. “you’re still in trouble,” you mutter, but your voice has softened too.

and jimin? she just smiles. because even when you’re mad at her, you’re still here, patching her up and holding her hand. and that’s enough for her.

jimin’s smile is soft now, not the cocky, troublemaker grin that usually gets her into situations like this. no, this one is for you—just you—and it makes your chest ache in a way you’re not sure you’re ready to deal with.

“i know,” she says quietly, her thumb brushing against the back of your hand. “but you’ll forgive me, won’t you?”

“don’t push your luck,” you reply, but your voice lacks any real bite. you pull your hand away to reach for another bandage, keeping your focus on the task at hand. it’s easier than meeting her eyes right now.

“i’m serious,” she says after a beat of silence, her tone uncharacteristically sincere. “i hate making you worry.”

you glance at her, and there’s something in the way she’s looking at you—earnest and just a little unsure—that makes your resolve waver. jimin doesn’t say things like this often; she’s always been better with actions than words, even if those actions sometimes land her in the infirmary.

“then stop giving me reasons to worry,” you say, your voice softening despite yourself. you press the final bandage over her knuckles and gently rest your hand over hers, the bruises beneath your touch making your heart ache all over again.

jimin tilts her head, studying you for a moment before she leans forward, so close you can feel her breath against your cheek. “i’ll try,” she murmurs, her lips brushing yours in a fleeting kiss that makes your face heat instantly.

“you’re impossible,” you mutter, trying (and failing) to sound annoyed.

“but you like me anyway,” she teases, her grin returning, though it’s softer this time.

you shake your head, but there’s no hiding the fondness in your voice when you reply, “unfortunately.”

she laughs, and it’s the kind of laugh that fills the room, warm and bright and so uniquely jimin that you can’t help but smile despite everything.

“c’mon,” you say, standing up and grabbing your bag. “let’s get out of here before someone comes looking for me.”

jimin hops off the cot, wincing a little but brushing it off when you give her a pointed look. she slings an arm around your shoulders as you walk out, her presence as familiar and comforting as the weight of your bag in your hand.

and despite everything—her bruises, her antics, her tendency to act first and think later—you know you wouldn’t trade her for anything. because jimin, with her reckless grin and soft apologies, is yours. and that’s enough.

[hyunjuenthusiast]

BITTERSWEET (PART 2)

Summary: Y/n has always been sweet to everyone, no matter their background or their appearance. So what happens when Y/n is sweet to the wrong person?

Pairing: Yandere!Hyun-ju x Femreader!

Warnings: Yandere tendencies, stalking, obsession, angst, captivity, kidnapping.

PREVIOUSLY

"Y-You're fucking crazy." Y/n whispers. Hyun-ju's lip quivers. "P-Please don't say that." Y/n's eyes widen as Hyun-ju picked up a bag...the same bag she would bring to the bakery. Hyun-ju opens it, and it's filled to the brim with money. "I was awarded 45.6 billion won. But I had to watch everyone die." Hyun-ju says sadly. "But not you. I'll never let anything hurt you, sweet girl. This time will be different." She says as she gets up and scoops some pasta onto a plate.

NOW

Y/n sat on the bed, the bed that wasn't hers. Hyun-ju had brought her to a secluded cabin after they had dinner. Y/n had, of course, tried to reason with Hyun-ju, call for help, even, but it was pointless. The woman was blinded with whatever obsession she had with Y/n. And Hyun-ju was strong.

As soon as Y/n had tried running away, Hyun-ju had stopped her, breaking her promise of not drugging her again. Apologizing, putting her in the car and taking her to this damn cabin.

Hyun-ju had thought of everything. If Y/n got bored, there are movies, games, books, puzzles, art supplies, and even a tablet, which she learned quickly that she couldn't call the police on.

There's clothes that Hyun-ju knows Y/n will like in the closet, all in the right sizes. All of Y/n's favorite snacks are in the kitchen. The walls are decorated like Y/n's Pinterest boards. If it weren't for the circumstances, Y/n would have been grateful... though the chain around her ankle didn't help with that.

She is snapped out of her thoughts when she hears the front door close...Hyun-ju had returned.

As nice as Hyun-ju is...she still scared Y/n. No matter how sweet she seemed, Y/n knew that Hyun-ju was capable of bad things, why else would she justify kidnapping?!

There's a soft knock on the door. "Y/n? May I come in?" Hyun-ju asks. Y/n scoffs. Why bother to ask when she has a key to every room in this damn cabin? "If you must" Y/n responds.

Hyun-ju walks in, shutting the door carefully behind her. She gives Y/n a small smile, one that Y/n does not return.

"I picked up some lunch while I was out." She tells Y/n, seemingly trying to cheer her captive up. "I'm not hungry." Y/n whispers, Hyun-ju frowns.

"Oh" She says softly, her expression falling. "A-Are you sure? You didn't have any breakfast either... I-I thought getting takeout would help."

Y/n hugs her knees to her chest, making the chain rattle. Hyun-ju sits on the edge of the bed, sitting the bag of food on the nightstand. She fiddles with her hands. "I know this must be hard for you, sweet girl." She says softly, turning her head to look at Y/n.

"But I promise, you don't have to be afraid. Not of me." She says, giving Y/n a pleading look. Hyun-ju reaches over, gently putting some of Y/n's hair behind her ear. "I would never hurt you, Y/n."

Y/n turns her head away from Hyun-ju's touch. "You need help." Y/n says, making Hyun-ju looks down.

"You just need time, sweetness. That's all. I know this is all overwhelming for you, and I know you need time to adjust." Hyun-ju says as she gets up, making Y/n tense.

She leans down, kissing Y/n's head gently. "I'm going to do some laundry for a while, baby. You can eat whenever you're ready and if you need me just shout, I'll hear you, okay?" She says softly. Y/n says nothing, waiting for her to leave.

Hyun-ju takes the hint and shuts the door softly behind her on her way out.

For the first time since Hyun-ju has brought her here, Y/n allows herself to let go. She sobs as she realizes just how crazy her former friend is. How was she supposed to get back home?

She sits there, crying, for what feels like forever. The bag of her favorite fast food sits forgotten on the nightstand.

Hyun-ju sits in the laundry room, folding a pair of Y/n's jeans as she hears her crying upstairs. Tears spring in Hyun-ju's eyes. Her poor baby, she's been through so much. Hyun-ju closes her eyes, vowing to herself that she would give Y/n the best life she could. Y/n would want for nothing. She would have everything she needed here, with her.

As it gets darker outside, Y/n hears footsteps coming up the steps. She tenses as Hyun-ju knocks on the door. "Sweetness? I got all of your laundry caught up...can I come in?" Y/n says nothing, and Hyun-ju takes that as a sign to enter.

Y/n watches as Hyun-ju carries the basket of clean clothes to the closet, starting to hang up the clothes. Hyun-ju has a soft look in her eyes as she looks over to Y/n, and then her eyes shift to the nightstand where she sees the food that has gone untouched.

"You must be hungry, baby. I can cook whatever you'd like?" Hyun-ju asks as she puts a shirt of Y/n's on a hanger. When Y/n doesn't say anything, Hyun-ju eyes soften even more.

"Anything you want, I can make. If you're in the mood for spicy, salty, savory, healthy... anything. I'll make it." Hyun-ju says, getting no response yet again. "Or we can skip straight to dessert, I have everything that I need to make strawberry brownies!" Y/n looks at Hyun-ju, slightly intrigued.

Hyun-ju gives her a soft smile. "Strawberry brownies, it is then!"

Y/n cringes as Hyun-ju walks over to the dresser with the basket, putting away all of her socks, bras, and underwear. "H-Hyun-ju?" Y/n asks, fiddling with her hands. Hyun-ju looks over, her gaze always soft. "I-I can do my laundry next time..." She says, making Hyun-ju smile.

"I really don't mind, Y/n. I like doing things for you. You shouldn't have to do any work, sweet girl." Hyun-ju explains. "But if you're bored, I can bring you down with me next time?" Y/n head pops up. "You mean like...taking the chain off?" Y/n asks, making Hyun-ju look down guiltily.

"Yeah, baby." Hyun-ju says, sitting the basket down and walking over to the bed, sitting on the edge. She gently reaches towards Y/n's ankle where the chain is connected. Hyun-ju hated the thought of Y/n being in pain. That's why the cuff was padded. "I'm so sorry, Y/n. Is it hurting you?" She asks, looking back to Y/n.

"N-No." Y/n says in truth. "I just really want it off... it's not very comfortable." She says, trying to hopefully get Hyun-ju to remove it.

Hyun-ju frowns, and her hand gently cradles Y/n's ankle. "I'm sorry, sweetness, I can take it off, but I have to know that you won't try anything that might get you hurt. You can't leave, baby. I know you want to, but I need to know that you won't try." She says softly.

Y/n perks up. "I won't! I promise!" She says with excitement. Hyun-ju looks at her with a small smile. "Okay, sweet girl, I believe you, and I'm trusting your word." She says, reaching in her sweater pocket for the key.

She gently holds Y/n's ankle as she unlocks the cuff. Y/n breathes a sigh of relief when it comes off. Hyun-ju looks down at Y/n's ankle, gently massaging it just in case it's sore. "Does it hurt?" She asks, making Y/n shake her head in response.

"Do you want to come downstairs with me while I make the brownies?" Hyun-ju asks. Y/n nods quickly, happy to get out of this room that she's been in for a week straight.

Once downstairs, Y/n looks around a bit. When they had first arrived here, she didn't really get a chance to see that much of anything in her drugged state before Hyun-ju had chained her up.

The kitchen is nice...fancy but not too big. Reminding Y/n that Hyun-ju had money. Y/n goes to sit at the table but yelps when Hyun-ju gently hoists her up onto the counter.

Hyun-ju giggles as she sees the look of terror on Y/n's face. "I'm sorry baby, but the table is too far away, I want you close." She says, leaning over and kissing Y/n on the cheek.

Y/n shifts uncomfortably, watching as Hyun-ju gets out everything to make the strawberry brownies. She's skeptical when she sees a box of strawberry cake mix. Hyun-ju smiles. "They're good, I promise." She says, walking back over to where Y/n was sat on the counter. She puts her hands gently on the sides of Y/n's hips. "Only the best for you..." Hyun-ju whispers to Y/n, making her tense.

Once the brownies are done, Hyun-ju makes Y/n's plate. They sit down at the table, enjoying the sweet treat.

"Do you like them? I can tweak the recipe a bit if you'd like? Or I can make them homade, I'm sure they would taste better?" Hyun-ju asks as Y/n finishes her second brownie.

"There're good. Thank you." Y/n says, fiddling with her hands nervously. As whatever her captor was talking about goes on, Y/n looks around once more.

When Hyun-ju isn't paying attention, Y/n keeps glancing at the knife set that'son the counter. If she was fast enough, she could make a run for it and defend herself if need be, and get the hell out of here.

"Y/n?" She's quickly snapped out of her thoughts. "W-what? Sorry." Hyun-ju gently grabs her hand, caressing it with her thumb. "I asked if there was anything you wanted to do tonight." Hyun-ju says.

"Oh, umm I don't know, whatever you want to do I guess." She says, taking her hand out of Hyun-ju's.

Hyun-ju gives her a sad look. "No no baby, I want you to choose. We can do whatever you want, a movie, a game, a puzzle, anything!" She says, trying to get Y/n to engage.

"....Do you have uno?" Y/n asks, Hyun-ju smiles. "I sure do. Let me get the deck, I'll be right back, okay?" She says to Y/n softly. Y/n nods.

Hyun-ju kisses Y/n's forehead before heading to the living room to get the deck. Y/n had never moved quicker in her life. She grabbed one of the knives before sitting back down at the table.

She quickly puts it under her thigh as Hyun-ju comes back with the deck of uno cards.

Y/n shakily reaches for the deck, preparing to shuffle the cards when Hyun-ju gently stops her. "Let me do that, sweetness." She says softly, taking the card from Y/nand shuffling them herself.

Y/n could practically hear her own heartbeat. She had never used a knife to hurt someone before, but this was the only way she could think of to escape. Maybe it wouldn't come to that, maybe a bluff would be enough.

"Y/n?" She's snapped out of her thoughts yet again. She looks to Hyun-ju, who had already felt the cards it seemed. The woman gives her a reassuring smile. "You can go first." Hyun-ju says.

Y/n picks up her deck, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible, even though she can feel the handle of the knife under her. She lays down a green 4.

The game lasts a while. When Y/n puts down a color that Hyun-ju doesn't have, she's confused when Hyun-ju only picks up two cards. "What are you doing? You have to draw until you get the color or the number that matches." She explains. "Don't tell me you play the stupid way!"

Hyun-ju chuckles. "The stupid way? That's just how I was taught, baby. Though I'm sure you know better than I do, I'll draw until I get the color." She says to Y/n with a small smile, glad that she was finally somewhat relaxed.

Y/n knows Hyun-ju let her win.

"Is there anything else you wanted to do? I can make you something else to eat if you're still hungry or we can watch a movie?" Hyun-ju asks. Y/n looks up at her, nervous.

"I-Im tired, I think I'll just go to bed." She says, reaching down to feel the knifes handle. "Okay, sweet girl, whatever you want." Hyun-ju says as she watches Y/n stand up, noticing one for her hands was behind her back.

She knew Y/n had the knife. Her experience in the army had always had her guard up high. But she couldn't blame her. She knew Y/n was scared, terrified even. But she hated the thought that Y/n thought she had to defend herself. Hyun-ju would NEVER hurt Y/n. Ever.

"I'll walk you back up to your room once you put the knife back, Y/n." She says softly.

All the color from Y/n's face drains. "W-what?" She whispers, maybe she heard that wrong. "I'm not mad, sweet girl. I could never ve mad at you, I just don't want you to hurt yourself, so please." Hyun-ju says as she holds out her hand, wanting Y/n to give her the knife.

Y/n quickly takes a step back, already so close to the wall, and holds the knife up in front of her. "D-Dont come near me." She says, her hand shaking.

Hyun-ju frowns. "Y/n, please, put that down. You know I would never hurt you." She says. Y/n scoffs scaredly. "You're only saying that." Y/n says, her eyes slightly wide. Hyun-ju shakes her head softly in response. "I love you, Y/n. I would never do anything to hurt you. You know that. So please, put that down."

Y/n looks to the hallway, wondering if she could just make a run for it. "I'll catch you." Hyun-ju says, which makes Y/n turn to face her. "If you run, I'll catch you." She says, knowing what Y/n was thinking.

Y/n tenses. "I know that scares you, sweetness. But you know I'll always catch you. I know it might not seem like it right now, but I only want what's best for you. Nothing can hurt you here. Not with me." She says, taking a step forward.

Y/n grips the knife. "Please just let me go," She says, tearing up. Hyun-ju softens. "I can't do that, baby." She says.

As Y/n starts to cry, Hyun-ju quickly darts her hand out, successfully getting the knife out of Y/n's hand.

Y/n quickly struggles as Hyun-ju holds her, squirming to get away from the love sick woman.

Hyun-ju says sweet nothings as she gently tries to drag Y/n back to her room without being to rough.

Hyun-ju makes the mistake of putting her hand to close to Y/n's face, giving her the perfect opportunity to bite.

She winces and retreats as she feels Y/n's teeth through her skin.

Y/n makes a dash to the front door, screaming as she hears Hyun-ju coming from behind her. After she unlocks the last lock, she bolts out, hearing Hyun-ju shouting behind her, pleading for her to listen, to come back.

Y/n can barely see with how dark it is, but she runs as fast as she can. It didn't look like there was anything but woods, so she quickly darted into some.

She could still hear Hyun-ju, but she didn't give a fuck, she was going home.

Y/n ran for a good while, stopping every few minutes to breathe, but she finally, finally makes it to a road. She can't hear Hyun-ju anymore, but she knows that the woman is still looking for her.

Y/n holds her hands up as she sees headlights. She didn't even notice that they were driving on the wrong side of the road.

"PLEASE STOP! HELP ME!" Y/n screams, waving her arms wildly. She forces the car to stop when she runs in front of it.

The middle-aged man stops his car, giving Y/n a concerned look, rolling down his window. He tries asking what the problem was... Only Y/n couldn't understand what he was saying. He wasn't speaking Korean or English.

She runs over to the passenger side, getting in, crying. "Please please I need the police! I've been kidnapped!" She says sobbing. The man only says something in a language she can't understand and starts driving. "Thank you thank you" Y/n cries.

It looks like the man pulls into a police station, she quickly gets out, thanking the man again, before racing inside.

Everyone gives her strange looks. She tries asking the person at the front desk to help her, explaining that she had been taken by Hyun-ju, but they can't understand her, not even in Korean.

The lady puts up a finger, signaling for Y/n to wait. She goes away and comes back with another woman, a different police officer. "I'm sorry ma'am, how may I help you?" The officer says, her accent heavy.

"Yes, yes, I need help! I've been kidnapped, I don't know where I am, please! Help me! I-I live on South Street of Soul!" Y/n explains. The officer's eyes widen.

"Ma'am that can't be." She says, causing Y/n to falter. "W-What?" She says to the officer.

The officer looks at her, a little pale. "Ma'am.... you're in Thailand."

THE LONG AWAITED PART 2!!!!! I rewrote this so many times ✋🏻😭 I hope you guys like it 🙏🏻🙏🏻

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Do you still write for Bucky Barnes? I was thinking: they both like each other but they just haven't said anything yet. They always flirt with each other but Sam's tired of Bucky constantly looking like he's about to rip her clothes off so he's just like "Can y'all just make out already, but not near me." And they do. You can decide how it ends after that.

Of course I still write about Bucky/Marvel! Enjoy!

"Oh stop it!" you laughed while shaking your head at Bucky´s theatrics, you had joined him and Sam in the kitchen of the Avenger´s compound, excited that it was the weekend. Sam had greeted you with a tight hug before it was Bucky´s turn. When the winter soldier had opened his arms wide, making the butterflies in your stomach flutter like crazy, you had pretended to not want to hug him.

"So you hate me, huh?" he asked dramatically, pretending to wipe away some non-existent tears before moving his head to the side and leaning against the kitchen counter, making the veins in his arms pop out deliciously. "Mhm, suit yourself. I was just joking" you voiced with another chuckle before getting yourself a bottle of soda and plopping down onto the kitchen table next to Sam.

He grumbled and rolled his eyes when Bucky let out another sigh and joined you at the table, staring at your face and silently admiring your beautiful features.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" you asked in panic, looking over at Sam who even looked more done with you and Bucky. Sam shook his head and locked his phone before letting out a frustrated sigh. His actions confusion you.

"Can the two of you make out already and get together? I am sick and tired of this" he waved his hand between you and the super soldier, "Like just confess your feelings and leave me out of this".

His words made your heart skip a beat as you now stared at Bucky, his blushing cheeks already telling you that he had been just as much exposed as you. Sam stood up and left the kitchen, but not before mumbling "Don`t have sex in the kitchen, please. We make our meals here". Once he was gone, Bucky walked over to you and sat next to you, his eyes desperately searching for yours.

"We feel the same way about each other, huh?" he whispered gently and took your hand his, making your heart swell in your chest. Your whole body was telling you that everything felt right in the moment. "Yes, I am in love with you" you confessed with a shy smile.

"I know that you´ve gone through more than enough stuff and I just want to be your person. If you want me, I am yours James", finally being able to voice those words felt liberating. Bucky fought back tears as he knew that his heart had led to the right person.

"I´m so in love with you, you´re all I can think about. I want to be the person you can love and receive all the support from".

The two of you let out a deep breath, relieved that your dreams had come true. Without another word. you leaned in at the same time and let your lips meet in a gentle kiss. Words couldn`t describe how at peace and happy you felt in that moment. One kiss quickly turned into multiple, Bucky´s arms now wrapped tightly around your thick waist and pulling you closer, making your body yearn for his.

"Let´s go somewhere private" you whispered in between the kisses while gently moaning when your now lover kissed his way up and down your body. In a span of a few seconds, Bucky had you in his arms, carrying you bridal-style into his room.