#my brain won't stop looking for hidden details now

[glitchthedemon]

Anyone else think the description of The Important Person's Shirt is a little strange? Wonder if it means something?

[moonsaver]

Brain rotting with the image of Veritas on his knees, pleading but also demanding..

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"Dr.Ratio–"

"Veritas."

He insists, cutting you off. The small beat of silence is enough to deafen both of you, but you continue with a deep breath,

"..Veritas. Please. I can't ever consider this so please stop asking me–"

"I am begging, [Name]. Do you think any person of social standing would be on their knees right now?"

He looks at you with fervor in his eyes, brows tense from anxiety and poorly hidden desperation,

"[Name], just think."

Another beat of silence. He takes it as his initiative to continue,

"Think about what I am willing to offer. Imagine every detail of the life I am offering to you, [Name]. I am pleading to you."

The grip of his sturdy hands tightens over your knees, digging into the hollow where your bones end,

"Doct– Veritas, I.. can't. You know I can't accept such a condition.."

Your hands nervously but gently try to push his off, crescent marks forming from the digging of his nails into the thin skin of your knees, but he doesn't budge. His palms form warm sweat on the skin from the prolonged contact, not daring to move an inch. His chin ghosts the inside of your thighs, as he leans over more, looking up at you.

"[Name], we can go over this many, many times. You should have already come to know of my desperation. I will make compromises, so make up your mind. Time is a thin, linear membrane that continuously flows and awaits for none."

His eyebrows furrow even more, the nervous desperation being slowly replaced by irritation, and anger. Your back has started to ache from how tensed up you've been, your neck hurts from being held at an awkward angle, looking at Veritas. Just how long have you both been talking?

"I.. I don't know, Veritas.."

You've mentioned his first name this time, without any mishaps. Progress. Slow, but progress – he notes.

"I have made a multitude of compromises to our situation and agreement. Are you really not satisfied? What do you exactly desire?"

His tone is warning. He knows what you may say, and what you have been for the past several times. You know despite having him on his knees, he's the one deciding and placing every piece of the puzzle anyway. He won't extend any mercy to you.

"I.."

You bite your lip.

Freedom. You want to be out of his grip. Once and for all.

He knows.

He doesnt care.

"..Nothing. I just.. need some more time. Please."

Your voice comes out a bit softer than before. His grip relaxes on your knees, the skin finally decompressing a bit, given the extra space. The air sneaks in from small gaps, cooling down the skin coated with a thin layer of sweat.

"I trust.. you will make the right decision."

[unnoticed-poison]

𝚈𝙾𝚄'𝚅𝙴 𝙶𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙵𝚄𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙼𝙴!!! [ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸 ]

[ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 1 ]

[ 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟸 ]

Really, really didn't expect to update this silly idea but oh well.

Started using Ada and she/her to not confuse myself when moving to other characters povs.

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Adam truly hoped from the bottom of his heart that this was some sick prank by Lucifer.

If it WAS done by that short ass fuck, then this was a new low, putting him in an illusion dream in a time before everything in his life went wrong, and as a WOMAN?

If it wasn't him, then fate sure loves to fuck with him.

"Hm...it sure was quiet the fall." The angel mumbled as he examined Adam- well now Ada's face. He was too damn close; she could particularly feel his breath against her face. "But nothing I can't fix!"

This. Ada thought Lucifer would be a chick too in this world, but apparently 'Luci' was simply Leith's nickname for the angel.

With her fists clenched and her teeth bared in a grimace, it took everything in Ada to not lash out at the man and hit him with everything she had.

I mean sure, she wouldn't do much damage, especially now that she was a weak, powerless human, but at least she would vent her anger.

Just one punch-

The man, of course, noticed her looks and the way her body was shaking. "Oh dear, you must be in so much pain! here." He snapped his fingers, and the pain in her nose went away in an instant. "Tada! No need to thank me!"

She wasn't going to.

Leith she was still trying not to look at his dick sighed in relief when he saw her nose stop bleeding and return to normal. "Thank you Lucifer."

The angel giggled and tapped the brim of his hat. "No problem! You two's well-being is my top priority after all!"

It wasn't. He never wanted to sign up for this; Michael insisted he volunteer to prove he wasn't a mischievous 'baby' anymore and that he was ready to take some actual responsibility as a Seraphim 

'Isn't this what you want? Aren’t you tired of being just a troublemaker? To stop being seen as a nuisance here in heaven. Isn't it time to change that and prove yourself as a responsible seraphim? Well, this is your chance; don't mess it up.'

And so here he was. It's only been over two weeks since he started, and man his new job was boooooring! There was nothing to do here; Ada was a bore as well, she does nothing but stargazing at nights and climbing trees like a....well they haven't named those animals yet. 

Leith was his only source of entertainment in this vast garden. Unlike Ada, the man was actually using his brain and asking real questions; sure they were innocent ones but his unwillingness to just accept whatever was told to him without a second thought was a breath of fresh air.

Leith was his first true friend.

Ugh, Sera is going to give him an earful if she ever finds out that one of them her precious Ada got hurt again under his watch.

Speaking of Sera...

"Can you please not mention this to Sera when she comes over? I might get in trouble." Sera was going to visit today to give the two humans their first duties.

Leith grimaced and gave a subtle nod in agreement, well aware of how strict and uptight the woman can be. They weren't found of each other due to his... curiosity. "Of course, don't worry we won't say a thing, right Ada?"

The pair turned to face the woman, but she was nowhere to be seen.

.....

"Ada?"

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"I think that's far enough." The woman let out huffs as she stopped to rest. "Fuck! My legs hurt like hell; this body is weak as shit man."

While the two were busy chatting, she quietly backed up until she was far enough before running off to her hiding spot.

The garden looked exactly the same as her previous world, and even though it's been over ten thousand years, she still recalls every single detail.

And that included her favorite spot.

The cave opening was hidden by a curtain of plants, with the pathway beyond it being submerged in water. The place was adorned with delicate moss hanging from the ceiling, and the pathway was illuminated by protruding crystal, lending an ethereal beauty to the space. But the crown jewel of this spot of hers was at the very heart of the cave. There stood a lone tree above a small patch of land surrounded by a variety of flowers, with sunlight streaming in through a large space in the ceiling above.

She would always go there to calm her mind whenever she caught Lucifer and Lilith while...ugh, let's not think about that.

She wished she could erase those damned memories from her mind permanently.

Ok, now for the problem at hand...

She absolutely did NOT want to stay butt naked like this all the time! Especially around those angels!

Luckily, she was able to use her ridiculously long hair to cover her body. It was still embarrassing as fuck, but it was better than nothing.

Ada ran a hand through her hair. Seriously, it was longer than Lilith's, dragging along the grass, making her feel like she was Rapunzel or some shit.

Eh, at least it was soft to the touch, which was a plus.

She heard the sound of chipring above her and looked up. "Hm?"

There were several birds resting up on the tree branches.

....

A lightbulb went off in her head.

That's it!

She whistled loudly, causing the birds's heads to snap towards her. "Hello little birdies!" She called out. "Can you please do me a favor?"

She always had a special bond with the animals; they would listen to her every command, which was probably why she was tasked with naming them while Lilith had to name the plants, which the woman wasn't pleased about for some reason.

The birds, of course, obliged, with cheerful chirps and enthusiastic nods. They descended from the tree and lined up in front of her, awaiting her instructions.

They would do anything for Ada!

"Ok, listen closely, I need you to bring me Ti leaves, about this big." She intsructed, using her hands to demonstrate the size. "And bigger ones about...this size." She added, extending her hands.

Leith would need a longer skirt to be able to cover that monster...thing...it still wasn't fair man! There was absolutely no need to make it THAT fucking large!

"I need about 180 of those, 100 for me and 80 for the bigger leaves. If you can get other birds to help you that would be awesome."

The birds nodded, chippering again before flying off.

Good. Ada stood up; she could start making some strings while waiting.

This was going to take a while...

Welp, let's get to work!

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"Aaaand done!" The woman exclaimed, grinning triumphantly as she looked at the clothes she had made. "I still got it, hah!"

She tried them on and checked herself in the water; the dress that reached her mid-thighs fit her perfectly.

And damn, does it make her ass look good.

She nodded to the birds and smiled. "Thank you for the help." The vibrant feathered creatures responded with happy chirps and flaps of their wings at her words.

Bending down, Ada picked up the one she made for her 'partner' and went out of the cave. "Wish me luck."

Now, for the tricky part...

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"Ugh, come on..." The man mumbled, bending down to pick up another rock.

What was the first man doing?

After his wife ran off to god knows where, Lucifer followed suit, stating that he has to meet up with his brother, so with nothing to do, the man went searching for Ada for a while before giving up, deciding to practice making the rocks skip on the river near the cave he and Ada live in.

He was planning to show Ada once he mastered it and impress her.

The woman was rather easy to impress, and seeing the look of awe on her face as she clapped her hands while showering him with praise would make all of his hard work worthwhile.

And well, it would boost his ego so...yeah.

There was one problem though...

He had been at this for HOURS. The sun was beginning to set. Leith tried to be patient, but he was extremely frustrated now, to the point where he was pulling at his hair. He never seemed to get it right, throwing rock after rock with no success. Every single one bounced off the water and sank.

Ok, one more try...

He took a deep breath before throwing the rock, determined to get it right this time.

....

Croack!

Leith winced; not only did he fail again, but he hit a frog as well.

"Sorry..."

Croak!

"Damn, you suck at this dude."

!?

He turned around, and what he saw made his eyes widen.

"Ada...?" 

The woman stood near the entrance to the cave with her hands clasped behind her back, her lips curled into a subtle smirk. She had arrived ages ago, but after seeing what the man was doing she decided to stay hidden and observe the man's struggle from afar. Watching him pull at his hair was fucking hilarious!

Leith's head tilted to the side, his gaze drawn to the leaves that adorned her chest and hips. Why is she misusing them like that??...so weird..

It looked a bit similar to the thing Sera had on as well...

And her hair? Wow.

Perplexed by the strange sight, he couldn't contain his curiosity any longer and asked. "Why are you decorating your body like Sera and Lucifer do? And what did you do to your hair?"

"I'm just giving myself a little glow-up," The woman beamed with pride as she posed, showing off her outfit and her new hairstyle, a long, thick braid that was just a few inches off the ground. "Can't a chick make herself look a little more appealing? I just felt it was time for a change, y'know. Something to spice things up a bit." She added with a twinkle in her eye. "I look hot as fuck don't I?"

That made the man pause. Sweet, naive Ada, who mostly liked to stick to routine, trying something new? And what does 'glow-up', 'fuck' and 'Chick' mean? What's with those strange new words?

Ok, something's going on.

"I'm not complaining, but you could've at least told me darling...I would've helped you."

Lie.

As Ada stepped closer to the man, she removed her arms from behind her back, revealing a large and longer skirt than the one she had. "I made one for you too." The man looked on in surprise as she tossed the skirt at him with a casual shrug. 

Leith swiftly caught the skirt she had thrown at him and scanned it for a moment, a mix of confusion and curiosity on his face.

Did she really expect him to put this thing on?

......

"No."

"No need to thank me- wait what?"

Did this motherfucker just refuse?

Ada's heart sank as the man walked towards her, his expression neutral as he held the skirt out for her to take back. "Ada..." he said, his voice cautious as he looked her in the eye. "I appreciate the thought, but I don't see why I need to wear this at all. Plus, the way you threw it at me wasn't so nice darling."

Fucking hell.

Just fucking wear it damnit- she worked on this shit for hours man!

Quick! Think of a bullshit excuse!

"I-I- uh...it's just that... I thought it might keep us warm at night, you know? Plus, that green would go well with your eyes don't you think?!" She quickly stammered out her response.

Tinker bell kinda shit-

"But we cuddle when we go to rest I think that's enough warmth without these leaves in the way. It's more natural that way."

Brutally rejected once again.

Ughhhh.

They went back and forth, both sides refusing to back down.

Ada sneered. "Just wear it damnit!" She demanded, shouting at this point.

Leith looked at her with equal frustration. "I already said no; what's the matter with you today?" He snapped back, crossing his arms across his chest.

Both were thinking the same thing.

'Why is she/he being so stubborn!?'

Oh for fuck sake-

There was a brief moment of silence between the couple; the tension between them palpable, neither was willing to give in. That's when Ada glanced at the river and got an idea. 

"How about a bet?"

Leith looked confused at her words. "What's a bet?" He asked, his curiosity piqued.

'Ah right. THIS IS EDEN...'

Ada's smirk grew wider, she started to explain. "It's simple; it's like a challenge, and whoever loses has to do what the other person wants, for example." She bent down and picked up a small, flat rock that was about the size of her palm. "If I manage to make this rock skip several times, you lose and have to wear the damn skirt; if I don't I lose and I'll do whatever you want with no complaint."

The man seemed to consider her words for a moment before sighing. "...Very well."

He was confident she won't succeed anyway. If HE wasn't able to even after hours of trying, then how could she?

"It's a bet then!"

 

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Taking a deep breath as she prepared herself, she held the rock with her thumb and middle finger. standing up straight, facing at a slight angle to the water.

Leith stood to the side, watching closely.

"One...two....three!" She exclaimed as she threw the rock with all her might and as low as she could.

.....

Leith's eyes widened, his mouth hanging open in disbelief. "What..."

The rock skipped across the water over 10 times before finally sinking.

"How...?"

Was she practicing behind his back!?

Ada looked smug while picking up several rocks. "It's pretty easy! All the rocks you used were too heavy or just not right; they should be flat and small, plus the way you were throwing them sucked too. You should do it like this."

She did it again and again.

" ...Can I have a go?"

"Surrrrre, here!" She tossed him a rock, the blonde thanked her before facing the river, trying to mimic what Ada did.

Come on....

He threw the rock.

....

CROAK!!!!

He failed again.

Leith gritted his teeth and groaned, hearing his wife snicker at him. "Don't laugh at me." He mumbled.

"Get it right first then talk, and stop hitting the damn frog."

Ugh.

A couple of tries later...

"I did it!" The man exclaimed triumphantly after he FINALLY managed to make the rock skip three times. "Did you see that?!"

He turned to Ada, eager for her praise, but the woman only gave him a sly smirk as she held up the leaf skirt.

"You lost, remember?"

Ah...

He still doesn't want to.

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"I look ridiculous."

"Hmm..." Ada circled around him, taking a thorough look at him from top to bottom, tapping her chin in thought. "You look...ok."

Ain't no way in hell she was going to say handsome, but she couldn't deny that that green really suited him.

Leith stood silently, his arms crossed in annoyance.

Before either could say anything else, a sudden burst of light suddenly illuminated the night sky, causing the two to instinctively raise their arms to shield their eyes from the glare.

"What that light doing?" Ada grumbled. "Besides blinding me!!"

"Ada."

Upon hearing that voice, the woman's body tensed up, and as the light faded away, she lowered her arm.

Holy fucking shit balls....Sera!? So even she stayed the same huh.

The seraphim descended from the sky, landing gracefully before them. The woman's eyes narrowed while she examined the two, specifically the 'clothes' they had on.

"What is the meaning of this?"

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Here's a cute little drawing my bestie made for this chap! Thank you hun I love youuuuuu!

Was chatting with my friend about Leith and how he would act since the rules are now switched; instead of Lilith having to listen to Adam even though they are 'equal', Ada has to.

Since Eden Adam obeyed without question, Ada probably wouldn't have a problem with it either since she believes the angels 'know better'.

Unlike Adam, who demanded control without hiding it, Leith being the first man I can see him being controlling but more calm. Like he would do gaslighting in a way that he would act sweet and loving, but when he doesn't get his way, he just goes, "Don't you love me?" "I'm doing this for us don't you understand?" "I'm doing this so we can be together, love..."

[darlingshane]

big bad wolff

Pairing: Braxton Wolff x Marybeth Medina

Summary: Passing on a contract is a first for Brax, but there's something pulling at his heartstrings that is far more interesting than the money he was offered.

Content/Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Dom/Sub Undertones, Alcohol, Associates with Benefits (or something like that).

Word Count: 2k (precisely)

— You can read below or at AO3.

“Hard pass,” Braxton slides the envelope across the table after taking a quick look at his new target. “I don't fuck with law enforcement.”

“That's the line you draw? Thought you were all about the money.”

“I love money. But a man gotta have a code, too. 'Sides Treasury? It'd put a target on my back.”

“She’s an analyst.”

“Still. Working for the federals.”

“What if I double the offer?”

Braxton raises a brow and opens the envelope again to see the beautiful Marybeth Medina in the photo inside.

As tempting as the offer is…

“I'm sorry, Mr. Calhoun. I'm afraid the answer is still no. What did she do anyway?”

“She's got her nose in my client's business like a rabid dog after a buried bone. The only way to stop her from digging further would be to gently put her down.”

“Hm, I've met women like that.”

“I thought you guys were professionals. Can't you make it look like an accident? What would you say if I added another 50 grand?”

“It’s possible, but accidents can get the wrong people asking the right questions, and I can't have that in my line of business.”

“You're a hitman.”

“And you're a two-time slimy lawyer that scours a six-figure representing the scum of the earth that make me look like the Easter Bunny.”

“I have to say, Mr. Wolff, your reputation does not precede you. Mr. Davenport won't be pleased to know you have refused to do your job.”

“Davenport is not my boss. Tell him I said hi.”

He watches Calhoun like a hawk as the lawyer retrieves his cellphone from Braxton's assistant.

“Did you tap it?” He asks once Calhoun has left the premises.

“Who do you think I am? Of course, I tapped it.”

“Good. You tell H to get a detailed list of all his calls, meetings, texts… I need to know where this asshole eats, when he shits, where he does his dry cleaning…”

“The whole gist. Got it.”

“Put a couple of guys on Medina, too. Just in case.”

“I thought that was your job.”

“Yeah, but I'm afraid they're going to double down now. I can't take those chances.”

“You had to piss him off, didn't you?”

“You know me, sweetheart. My mouth runs faster than my brain. I'm a lost cause.”

Later that night, Braxton sneaks into Medina's building. His guys are already staking the place per his orders.

Medina is not home yet when he breaks into her apartment. It wouldn't be the first time he's done it.

In the dark, he pulls out a mini flashlight and RF detector and checks every nook of her place for hidden bugs.

Given their history, he kinda owes her this one. Even if he didn't, what he said to Calhoun is right, he doesn't fuck with law enforcement. At least not in that sense.

He's going through her desk when Marybeth opens the door.

She’s not surprised one bit to find him there when she turns on the light.

“Look what the cat dragged in. Do you ever just wait for people to invite you in, Mr. Wolff?” She watches Braxton, clad in back, putting his gadgets away.

“Hm, sometimes. But it's not as fun.”

“Business or pleasure?” her frown remains firm as she puts her case down, removes her blazer and steps out of her uncomfortable shoes.

“How about both?”

“Some things never change.”

Marybeth rolls the sleeves of her dress shirt and pulls out a bottle of scotch and two ball glasses from the cabinet, as he takes off his leather gloves and sits at the dining table.

That's how their meetings always start – with a bottle of Lagavulin and a formal debrief that follows with them handling their pressing business between sheets.

“I think I have a mole,” Marybeth realizes after hearing Brax's warning.

“How do you figure?”

“Because only me and my boss know about Davenport LLC. We're still gathering evidence.”

“Is your boss dirty?”

“Ray King?” She chuckles a little, “not a chance in hell.”

“Well, whatever you have on Davenport is making them shit their panties.”

“Davenport doesn’t scare me,” she throws back her glass, taking a big gulp of her drink.

“He should. I’ve seen what he does with pretty faces like yours.”

“You think he’d be that dumb to go after me?”

“He came to me, honey. He is that dumb.”

“You could've just called, you know?”

“Had to make sure nobody was listening.”

“Are they?”

“No.”

“Good. Can we move on now to the pleasure part? I had a long day.”

“I just told you one of the most dangerous men on the planet is after you and you’re not worried at all?”

“Oh, I am worried. But he’s not going to show up tonight, is he? Uh-uh. Not as long as I have The Big Bad Wolff on my side.”

“Gotta say, Medina. You were not like this when we met. You went quickly from little lamb to lion.”

“Maybe I was never a lamb. And, you weren't like this, either. It seems that you actually care about what happens to me, Mr. Wolff.”

“Well, perhaps I do. Would that be so bad?”

“Hm, no. Not at all.” She stands up, offering a hand in his direction. “You coming, Big Wolff?”

“Rock ‘n Roll, girl.”

Braxton downs the rest of his drink and takes her hand, letting her lead the way to her bedroom.

Under the warm glow of the night lamp, and Brax’s brazen stare, her hands undo one by one the buttons of her shirt. As her skin comes to view, he pulls out his boots and slips out of his jacket without letting her out of his sight.

There’s no rush, but the thrill is palpable. It lingers in the air. They’ve already gone through this more times than he can count, and watching her undress her body is just as exciting as all those times he’s ripped her clothes apart.

When they're both stripped to his underwear, his hands automatically are drawn to frame her hips, pulling her body flush against his. Marybeth tilts her head, tentatively seizing his mouth slowly, letting her fingers draw the toned slopes of his arms.

Her tongue moves past his lips as her skin comes alive, buzzing under his palms, as his fingertips sink at the curve of her ass.

Brax tries to take control of the kiss, but Marybeth doesn't waver, and brings one of her hands to hold his chin still. She nibbles his bottom lip before sucking it between her teeth to see it turn dark pink after releasing it.

Usually, she lets him be the one in charge, but tonight she's in the mood for something different. There are things outside this room that escape her control, and here with him is the only thing she can get a semblance of power.

“Thought you wanted the big bad Wolff.”

“I want him on a leash,” her hand curls around his throat without squeezing.

“Yeah? What do I get in return?”

“Me.”

He scoffs and licks his lips, “okay, lil lion, show me what you got.”

Marybeth keeps her hold around his neck, guiding him backwards toward the bed until the back of his legs meet the mattress. He lays down on his back, and she crawls on top of him. She braces her palms on his chest, straddles his lap, allowing her hips to gently circle over his crotch.

His hands are automatically called to hold those beautiful hips that shamelessly grind, earning themselves a good hard-on to enjoy.

Behind layers of underwear, she rubs herself over and over, a little faster each time, letting that sweet spot revel in the friction he provides as the inner side of her panties quickly gets coated in her juices.

Locking eyes with her, he’s utterly mesmerized by the unbearable beauty of Marybeth as she bites her bottom lip. From above, she watches him exhale and buck up like an animal between her legs, trying to drill his way into her.

It's a torturous deed, she's aware. There's a fine line between playing with Brax or riling him up, and she's just lightly tapping on it. If she pressed any harder, it'd be like poking that ravenous wolf.

After a long moment, she brings her hips to a halt and reaches back with her fingers to unclasp her bra. As she tosses it aside, she leans forward to gently bite on his lip.

“Good, Wolff,” she grins, tracing the shape of his lips with the tip of her tongue as her fingers slip under the elastic of his boxers to feel his erection. It fills up her fist, throbs as her hand squeezes just a little harder to have his precum wetting the head.

“Hmm,” his lip curls, showing those teeth he's marked on her skin many times before.

Getting him to a point of perfection, she finally rids herself of her panties and pulls down his boxers. His cock jolts on its own when her knuckles graze his shaft. Propped on her knees, she lifts her ass, lines the blunt tip of his cock with her entrance, and sinks onto him.

In less than a second, as usual, he forgets altogether why he came here as her wet ass pussy slides up and down his hardness.

“Fuck me, girl,” he pants as she sinks all the way down, having her divinely, tight opening pressing around him.

Once she's comfortable enough, she angles her body forward, propping her hands on either side of his head, and moves a little faster. First, just rocking back and forth, and then bouncing with practiced ease as Brax fills his eager palms with her ass. Her breasts are so perfectly round and perked, bouncing dangerously close to his face, he can't help but stick his head up to nibble one of them.

Marybeth, smiling mid-moan, holds his head with one hand as he viciously wraps his lips around her nipple. His grunts ripple all over her skin, making her core ache, as he moves to the other boob.

He uses his teeth this time, there's so much she can do to tame that wild beast beneath her, she wouldn't even stop it if she wanted to. After crossing that line, he's all lips, tongue, and paws claiming her body.

His arms curl around her, and before she realizes, he's turning the tables to get himself on top of her and charge the rest of the way. He desperately pushes into her at full force, coaxing her body into submission. The most beautiful cries come out of her as he drives her into madness when his fingers find their way to her clit.

Having his fingers working furiously on that spot, he bites her neck, scrapes his teeth on her jaw before devouring her mouth. He can't bring himself to stop until he's poured every drop inside her. Braxton gasps for air as he comes undone. His cock is still twitching inside her, trying to ride the wave of his orgasm, when her sweet opening flutters around him. All her muscles seize up for a second as a lightning of pleasure travels through her body.

Holding her jaw, he keeps his mouth open against her lips as his breathing catches and the room suddenly goes quiet below the sound of their shared pants. His stomach presses softly on hers, as he lays completely limp and flat on top of her. If someone were to attack right now, he wouldn't be able to even pick up his gun to defend himself or even stand up. He can think of a million ways worse to die than this, to be honest. Given the opportunity, if he had to choose a way to go, this would be it – post-orgasm, still tucked inside the fine depth of her tender walls, as her fingers softly comb the damp hairs at his nape.

[botanicallyinclinednerd]

Having finally seen 5x20, my brain has kinda error screened and instead of going "Ghost au! Ghost au!" It's now going "...kutner lives au"

So far the idea I have is Thirteen called Kutner up that night and invited him out to drinks and after a little convincing he figures "Hey why not, whats a few more hours?" During the night out he gets quite drunk and ends up confessing to Thirteen that he was planning to kill himself, had the gun sitting next to him and everything when she called. Thirteen insists he come back to her place to spend the night, not willing to let him go back to his apartment with a loaded gun while he's drunk and suicidal. The only protest Kutner offers up is "I dont think your boyfriend will like me staying the night at your place." And her response to that is "Let me worry about Foreman, you're staying with me and that's final." After dropping Kutner at her place (with Foreman who has been given a brief explanation of "Kutner is very drunk and he has said some things that make me think he needs to not be left alone. I'm going to his apartment to grab some things so he can stay the night. Do not let him out of your sight, Eric." And Foreman has a lot of questions, and even some protests, but the use of "Eric" has him willing to wait until she returns to voice them. Thirteen picks up clothes for Kutner and takes the gun (unloading it and disabling the firing pin, just in case) to hide. When she gets back to her place she hands Kutner the bag she packed for him and tells him that she has hidden the gun somewhere he can't find it. While still drunk, Foreman had been working on sobering Kutner up while Thirteen was gone, and he's a lot more cognizant than he was at the bar. And he gives her a sad smile and tells her "You do know that if I really want to end it, not having a gun won't stop me. I am a doctor." And Thirteen responds with "I know. That doesn't mean I'm going to make it easier for you. If you really want to kill yourself that bad you'll have to use something other than a gun." (Thirteen isnt entirely sober herself) Foreman, the only sober one here, and the one learning details in real time here, is horrified and serious, meanwhile, Kutner sits up a little on the couch with a glint in his eye. "Is that a challenge?" He gets two nos in response, Foreman's sharp and horrified, Thirteen's quieter and sad.

The next day, Thirteen and Foreman are both acting weirdly, meanwhile Kutner is acting like he always does, like the previous night never happened. Taub notices the other two are acting weird and asks Kutner if he knows what's going on, and Kutner ends up telling Taub, leaving him with 3 concerned and freaked out coworkers (with taub being a bit pissed, but also deciding to take over 'Kutner watch' telling him hes staying with him that night, telling him to shut up and not worry about it when Kutner questions if Taub's wife will be okay with that)

House eventually figures out whats going on because everyone except Kutner is acting really strange (and keep giving Kutner worried looks) and House throws out random guesses as to what's got them all on edge, and he loudly announces this case is frustrating him so he's "Going to kill myself!" that's what finally tips House off to not only what has them on edge, but WHO is suicidal, as Foreman Thirteen and Taub all react negatively in some way, but Kutner makes eye contact with House and earnestly tells him there's resources available if he really feels that way. The incredulous and disbelieving looks from the other three and either Taub or Thireen up and walking out of the room gives House his answer pretty clearly. Because the other's reactions aside, if it was anyone else in the group, Kutner wouldn't have joked, he'd have shown real concern towards whoever it was and told House off for being an insensitive ass.

After he gets some details, House would probably try to figure out why that night, why then, what put Kutner over the edge (and also trying to think back to find *any* signs because he did NOT pick up on this and it's Bothering him) and being very obnoxious about it, mentioning it randomly and freely, with the other 3 tense (they are realizing they don't know Kutner as well as they thought and therefore don't know what's going to set him off (which is, of course, what House is ACTUALLY trying to pinpoint, but he is contractually obligated to be an asshole)) and Kutner deflecting and ignoring him. Now, I am thinking the thing that finally gets a reaction out of Kutner is not House being an asshole, but him being (relatively) nice.

And that's what I've got so far!

[capsensislagamoprh]

The last of the accessories, favors, and details had arrived. Now, Phichit noted as he checked down his list, they only needed the perishables. “Do you think we ordered enough flowers?" he asked Christophe.

"I hope so. I don't see how we can get any more. We've only got two days."

"Ah! Two days! In two days my beloved Yuuri and I will be in wedded bliss!" Victor cooed, tossing tissue paper into a pile as he unpacked a box of vases.

"Yes. Delightful. I am so happy for you. Did you do your part of the list?" Christophe stated dryly.

"The what now?"

Christophe and Phichit shot a glance at each other, quietly resolved to yet another minor emergency. "Your part of the List, Victor. The List. The List with the things you are supposed to do and have completed before the stags."

Victor looked blank, then deep in thought. "When did you give me this list?"

Phichit held his smile in place, eye twitching. Christophe batted his lashes. "Victor. Dear, darling Victor. You. Have. One. Chore."

"What chore?" Yuuri asked, returning with a fresh bag for the papers strewn across the floor.

"Your dear, beloved fiance is supposed to have the car for your trip around the island detailed."

"Oh! Yes! I have an appointment to take it in," Victor beamed. "I would not disappoint my Yuuri!"

Yuuri blushed, looking to the side as he neatly folded papers. "Good. Did the cake get confirmed? Flowers?"

"Yes," Phichit beamed. "We went with a mix. Lots of cuttings -"

"Luscious! Quite spectacular, I assure you," Christophe chimed in, stopping the questions he could see bubbling in Victor.

" - yes, and we got potted ones as well. Few hangers. So you can have living reminders of the day."

"And they will decorate the onsen, yes?" Christophe smiled.

Victor beamed. "Ah! Marvelous! Yes! A living reminder. This is wonderful."

Just then the sound of a truck pulling up caught Yuuri's attention. Rising, he went outside to find Mari receiving a delivery of a massive pile of boxes, parcels, and otherwise large amounts of envelopes. "What the -" was all he could say.

"Yuuri? What's this?" Victor said, popping up behind him.

"I don't know."

"Gifts. Well wishes. Those plotted plants you guys ordered," Mari said around a cigarette. "I'm not moving them," came the huff as she signed the paperwork.

"Gifts! Oh! Our fans sent us many things."

"Yes," Yuuri contemplated. "It's... a bit much."

"No! Nothing is too much for such a time as this. Chris! Come see!"

Christophe popped his head out, eyeing the massive pile as the truck finished emptying. "Oh. I do not know where we are going to put those."

"Maybe we can find some space?" Yuuri said hopefully.

"I don't know where," Mari huffed. "Place is full. You already have everyone coming. We don't have room."

Yuuri's crestfallen gaze turned blank as he took in the full girth of the pile. He was saved from the static noise that was building pressure in his brain when Phichit found them. "What is going... on? Wow! What's all this?"

"Presents!" Victor beamed. "Only... we don't know what to do with them all."

"Clearly you open them," Yuri snarked, drink and snack carriers in hand. "I mean, that's what you do with gifts. Why do you have so many anyway?"

"People love me," Victor said with a plastic smile, taking a double shot americano from Otabek. Slipping his arm around Yuuri's waist, his eyes begin to take on a sparkle, he added "And my Yuuri is so very beloved."

"It is a lot, Vita," Yuuri sighed, happily receiving his frothy iced mocha. "I don't know where to place them all. We won't have time to go through them before the wedding."

Phichit considered them as he sucked down his iced vanilla, eyes widening in delight. "So good!" he purred. "Anyway, there has to be some place we can put these. Think, Yuuri. Do you have a storage or garage we don't know about?"

"Yuuri! Are you keeping secrets from me? Do you have a hidden place to hide all your many merchandises and childhood secrets?" Victor played, shaking his love slightly.

"I... No. No, I do not."

"He used to keep things at the rink," Mari added haphazardly, considering adding a shot or three to her coffee, eyes narrowed with mischief. "Sometimes at the studio."

"Mari!" choked Yuuir, the iced drink stinging his nose as he snorted in exasperation. Victor's eyes were massive, watery pools of joy.

Christophe smiled, sipping the green tea infusion he'd just been handed. Time to intervene. "You can explore that later. Right now, as much as it would be fun, we have to stay on track."

Yuri paused eyeing the scene, paper carriers with baked goodies dangling from his fingers. "You want all this taken to the studio? Got an address?" he growled, flipping his phone over to a navigation app. As Yuuri helped him put the address in, Otabek took the carrier from Yuri, silently handing off treats.

"We'll put all these," Yuri puffed, motioning vaguely to the many parcels, "into the studio, and then you can go through them at your leisure, or something. Whatever."

Victor pouted, then slowly beamed. "Ah, Yurio! You do care! Such a good son!"

"I am Not your Son!"

"And if we find some hidden treasures - " Victor continued, planting a huge smooch on Yuuri's cheek, "even better!"

Yuri rolled his eyes so hard he Phichit wondered if he saw his medulla oblongata.

"You're gonna need some help." Mari downed half her triple espresso in a single gulp.  "Not it."

"I have to help set up the covers and pavilions," Christophe chimed.

"I have to organize everything for quick set up and break down. I'm swamped," Phichit added.

"I suppose I can - " Yuuri began.

"Do you want Victor adding ice swans?" Phichit huffed in horror, his mind swamped with visceral images of several conversations involving the topic.

"It's fine," Yuri assured them dismissively. "We can do it." His thumb jerked between himself and Otabek as he strained to pick up a mail bag. "Anything to keep away from those two stress-drooling all over each other."

Otabek simply began to pile up boxes, lifting with his knees as he prepared for a day of hauling parcels, gifts, and bags weighed down by envelopes up and down long hills all day.

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

[strawberry-nugget]

𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙈𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙘 | E.Kirishima x Reader

Pairing: Kirishima/ reader, Bakugo/ reader (mentioned)

Summary: You shouldn't want him and he shouldn't want you, it's sinful and forbidden. But he can't help coming back to you, and you can't do anything but take him in every single time. Until today that is.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Aged up characters (twenties), NSFW 18+, plot with some p//rn but it's not very detailed, unprotected sex (please use condoms everyone), cheating, casual penetrative sex, jealousy, the seggz is pretty vanilla though

↪A/N: tennis player Kirishima, tennis player Kirishima, idk how I came up with it but I can't get it out of my head, written for @doinmybesthere 's 3k event collab and based on The Hills by the Weeknd, don't be shy to tell me if you liked it, I almost wrote 4k in a day which is unusual for me

5.30pm [Missed Call: Red]

5.31pm [Missed Calls(2): Red]

The bubbling notifications are spamming your phone, each call, succeeding the other in persistence and length, making your phone crawl onto your coffee table in restless buzzing. To your salvation the device is on silent; you're just unable to bear the overwhelming sound of your ringtone echo through the empty walls of your apartment, to let it bounce between concrete like a slimy ball, only for it to hit you on the face with tremendous force.

It's one of those days that you can't answer Kirishima. Too perplexed in the wields of your mind, blaming yourself for this horrendous situation, delivering raw swears at him for simply existing.

You don't know how it came to this nor when was the exact moment things switched. Was it at the party that you met him? Or the thousandth time you took him in and let him ruin relationship after relationship. Either way it was horrible for not only you, but also him, and all the people that have been caught up in the sidelines of this rotten affair.

You shouldn't want this anymore and truly, you don't. You're tired of being the second choice, of hiding behind your little finger, crying yourself to sleep at night, only to put on a sultry face for every time he comes. Once, twice a month.

[New Messages: Red]

Babe, you there?

Read 5.38pm

[New Messages: Red]

Babe I got practice at 8.

I know you're reading those.

Read 5.39pm

[Red is typing…]

[New Messages: Red]

I'm outside btw

A fresh, tremendously sharp wave of anxiety rushes through you at the little notification -it can't be like this again, not today. The thudder in your chest is unbearable, heart too weak to stomach the weight of your decision, fingers too reluctant to type out your response.

He's probably smirking while staring at his phone, not a single care in his head. It's loathing to your mind as you confirm your speculation, shooting a glance out of your window, landing your eyes on his car.

He shouldn't be here.

His thousands dollar car doesn't belong in your urban street, not in your side of the town. And it's so dangerous that he's doing this to see you. You've played the worst scenarios in your head a thousand times, millions of headlines on sites and the news about this; Eijirou Kirishima, on his way to claiming a fifth Grand Slam, caught in affair with university student.

Atrocious, degrading, exposing. A hit to his career that would bother the media for a couple of weeks and paint your name in mud along the way.

Why can't he just be content with the model that he's with? You're nothing like her, not as pretty and you don't have her body, you don't have her face, but he still says he finds you better, says he knows you better, but he just can't be with you.

[You]

Can't do it today

Sorry

You're good to yourself, only when you deny him and only when you feel the satisfaction of being the one to do so. It's pointless to sulk over saying no. He can go fuck other girls, play with their hearts and leave you to your otherwise peaceful life. Even if it is just for today.

You don't have the chance to let a smile creep to your face when your doorbell rings. The jiggling sound bursts into your eardrums once and twice, three dreaded times and they're enough to make your stomach churn, your neck tight and your skin ache.

You contemplate on opening the door for him, subconsciously letting yourself feel like a vulnerable prey, who, after running away to save yourself, is choosing to walk into the wolf's den, so willingly that you can feel yourself drifting away with each step you're taking towards the door.

"Babe,"

The swing of your door handle, the crack of your wrist, the creaking of your door as it opens to reveal him; they're all embarrassing. You can't tell if they fall short on his ears, too caught up in the way he looks -all swollen muscles and tall legs. You're running out of courage to say no and he knows this.

He's not as innocent as this cheeky smile frames him out to be, he's not the sweetheart everyone wants him to be either.

He's Eijirou, who's selfishly standing on your door, who's barging his way in your apartment, who's grabbing your cheeks and slamming your face in his, biting your lips until he draws blood, just to punish you for standing up against him.

Your door is slammed behind him, one bend of his knee and it's falling into its rightful place. To shield the sins of your affair, to bring you comfort and privacy as he attacks parts of your neck, your chest. Places that only squeeze perfectly under his touch.

"Babe," He calls again, in between soft kisses. "What's gotten into you?"

You frown and try to look away, past his cocoa colored orbs, past the swelling that's taking over his lips -and yours- with a numbing, tingling sensation.

"Eijirou—"

"I don't have much time in between training, I got a game the day after tomorrow."

It's always like this, you know. He doesn't have to tell you twice or try to excuse his own self for what he does or how he acts. You're pushed between schedules, or slammed into his timetable like a truck when he feels like indulging with you again, hidden between the lines of his free time.

You're sure at this point that it's the thrill he's after. The sinful taste of your lips on his, how he feels in control while chasing after you, when you can't keep up with him.

His lips don't taste like sour cherry anymore, but you let them wiggle against yours with triumph, you let him want to catch his breath as he pulls back and you put the minimum effort in returning the passion you receive.

You pull back, ignoring the words he's whispering against your face, only to take in his features once again.

Soft black hair pulled into a low ponytail, spiky bangs that fly all over his face and his tips drowned in a fiery, foxy red. The only reminder for who he was before his tennis career blew up. For who he was before he turned into this cocky womanizer whom you're desperately after with a longing heart.

"I'm just not in the mood today."

"Well let's get you in the mood then huh?"

He smiles, nose scrunching and chapped lips hiding behind his gums as his hand moves to your thigh, tagging your shorts with furry. As if he's desperate to have you, right here and now. As if bending you over the couch will help put out a fire in him. That's how he always convinces you to keep this going.

He's making you feel like not having you this way is insufferable.

You're buried in the crook of his neck while being pushed onto the couch, nibbling a soft spot that you've found, rubbing his skin on the top of your tongue. You know how to do this without leaving a mark, you can hold back from wanting to take all you can get from him.

But today it's different. It's going to be the last time.

It's not like any other time you've told yourself that you are going to end this. Today you're going to leave a mark, you're going to bite your way into his skin and drink from his poison -the intimate attention he's only ever willing to give- and you'll get drunk in it.

"Fuck," He grunts against your lips. "Fuck, don't stop that feels good."

You don't stop, eager to listen to him, to breathe into his neck before you wrap your lips a little lower and closer to his collarbone. You should be asking if this will cause him problems, but gone is the guilt that veils your coinsense otherwise. You suckle on a spot and then another, stealing his groaning moans one by one as they fall from his lips, plushing them softly in a spongy part of your brain, where they can rest forever, until you've forgotten them.

"Get your shirt off Eijirou," You plea, ogling eyes watering from the pressure that's applied in the apex of your thighs and he's quick to follow your command, lips curling upwards in a sweetheart smirk.

You're going to miss the way the apples of his cheeks cover his eyes when he smiles like this. But there's no going back for you and him.

With legs that feel like burning rubber you hug around his horse, watching the way his muscles flex and fold with his snappy movements. His shirt, tousled and wrinkly, tossed in an unknown corner of your living room, only for him to guess where it is after he's gotten his fix of you.

Thick fingers probe at your sides, pulling your shirt downwards in a silent plea, take off your shirt, give him the satisfaction that he wants, indulge into this as much as he wants you to.

But today, you're not in the mood for this. So instead of pulling your shirt off, you unbuckle your pants, pulling them down at the most dreadful speed, making him bite his lip impatiently.

You won't miss this, the way he's expecting so many things of you.

And if he notices something's wrong, he doesn't say a word, presumably content with getting what he wants; the rear view of the gap between your legs, where he can bury himself and get lost for the next thirty minutes.

"Fuck baby," he moans. "Why do you smell so good?"

You grunt, averting your gaze from his as he pushes your bangs away from your face with the back of his hand. You want to miss his puppy eyes. Ghosting him won't be easier for you if you don't.

But damn if he couldn't read you this well, things would be easier.

"Not in the mood to talk?" You look even further away to avoid the question, "babe, you can tell me if you're not well, you'll feel better if you let it out"

You don't need someone to tell you how to feel. You've decided when the two of you are going to be through. It's set and done, even if he feels at the top of the world right now, you won't inflate his ego anymore.

"M fine Eijirou, put it in," You bite his lip, putting huge effort in making him forget about what he thinks it's bothering you. "Want you to put it in m'kay?"

Sultry, fake voice, he's heard it all before and he doesn't have the right to call you out for it. Whatever he does next, you're his for the moment and for the last time.

Repeating is your rightful way of convincing yourself of not giving up on your decision. If only he could have broken up before deciding to wet himself in you, if only you hadn't taken him so eagerly, if only you hadn't become just like him. Welcoming him despite availability status, afraid to lose him, saying that a little sex wouldn't hurt. If you could do this on repeat, then you could get rid of him quite as easily.

You're not better than him and he's taken your vulnerability to him for granted. He's loved the attention you've paid him from time to time, whenever he's given you so much as a mere call.

You should pretend to moan, to hurt his ego, but as he's delving into you, slowly, mellowy, his kisses feel like burning sunshine, August breeze against your skin, kissing your shoulders lightly. It hurts that this salvation is coming from his mouth, as it moves rhythmically against every inch of you.

"Fuck, fuck, ah, you feel so good, you know that?"

You don't answer, nor do you wrap your lips around him. You don't move them against his when he goes to kiss you, but you coo into his warm embrace once his hands come to cradle you in a tight embrace.

"I love you," He slips up and you contemplate on whether you have to start hating him from this very moment. "I just wanna be with you, I—" He grunts. “—this is why you don't believe him, but nonetheless you hold a moan in as well. "Fuck, I'll break up just for you.”

Now that's a new one. A new addition to the long list of red flags you have with his name on top. You can't fall for it. You absolutely can't. If you do, he'll treat you just like this, he'll fuck behind your back and kiss you goodnight before going off to sleep with someone else. Like he's slept with you, once, twice, thrice.

And you're going to hate being the one who's fooled, despite deserving it more than anyone else. And another girl, or guy, is going to be his subject of desire.

You shouldn't want him to be yours, but you're lewding your 'I love yous' out of your mouth like they're nothing, poisoning your heart until there's nothing left but dust and sucked up blood, all devoured by the greed he's made you feel.

"You love me too?"

"I do," You cry, rocked between him and the couch, neck hurting by the way he's digging his teeth in yours.

"I'll fucking leave everything for you babe,"

He shouldn't. He won't. You tell yourself he's only saying this because he wants to come, to make you feel dirty with his actions and fish out words that make him ecstatic or send him over the edge from your mouth.

Rhythms are peaking, his hips burning from his movements, foreheads are dripping in sweat, lips taste salty against each other. The perfect picture, the most tingling sensation, and you're too fucked to go back, or keep yourself content with him. It feels the same as the last time, a numbing knot in your stomach, commanding you to rip your heart out and throw it away, spooning mewls out of your mouth.

If you could, you'd mute him, not wanting to listen to how beautiful he sounds as he's coming down from his high. If you could, you'd look away, and wouldn't try to burn the image of his body as he's falling apart in your mind.

"That was—" The sigh that leaves his chest through his mouth is liberating, you can tell—"amazing. I still love you, so much babe."

His hand soothing the pain of his thrusts, does nothing to make you feel better. You want to shove it away, but you don't, unhappy with the way you're turning out to be.

"It's time for you to go, Eijirou, isn't it?" You remind him. A hand pushing him off of you and quickly smoothing your T-shirt over your legs to deprive him of the view that'd make him wear a smug of triumph.

"So quick to get me to go. Did you find someone else again sweetheart?"

You don't reply as you're putting on your underwear and pants, shoving his shirt into him with a heavy hand.

"You did, didn't you?"

"None of your business, go off to your practice, your girl, don't patronize me anymore."

He gruffs, beautiful features scowling in that stormy gaze that reeks of his authority, "Here I am pouring my heart on you and you found someone else"

"Eijirou, it's seven thirty, if I were you, I wouldn't be late for practice. You got a game the day after tomorrow."

No more dealing with his pouting, you're going to bawl your eyes out if you have to do it. The sooner he's out of your house, the sooner you'll get this over with; the tight lamp in your throat, the image of him smiling at you like this, him admitting feelings that he shouldn't have.

Hurting him isn't the role that suits you. Because you can't do it. You can't hurt that warm sunshine he has on his face. He has to be the one to hurt you like he's been the one to drive you away. It's too late for him to change or reverse your roles.

You don't want to fight and he knows it.

He knows you, so well, well enough to use you as he wishes to, letting you believe you're using him too. You're going to make him watch you slip away, and he won't do anything about this.

So he's eager to leave as you're pushing him out of the door, he doesn't cup your cheek with his hand, and doesn't kiss your forehead tenderly like he always does.

"You should come to this party Mina is throwing, let me meet your new guy."

Like hell you'd ever do this, he knows, but teasing won't hurt a bit. Eijirou can deal with you dating other men, he's claimed you well before, he'll do it again if he has to, especially now that he's decided to have you.

"Yeah yeah, and if I do, don't ever call me again, 'kay?"

You're too good to not do as he says, or not to fall back to him, and he's too good to not come back to you. To him, you're a match made in heaven, to you, you're a lost cause, burning in the fiery pits of hell as atonement for your sins.

He doesn't know that you'll fall apart before dressing up, how you'll tell yourself you're not doing this for him, but as a statement against him.

You're no better than him, in fact, you're worse.

…

The only problem is, that when Eijirou pulls up at Mina's party after practice, you're already there. Drink in your hand, flared jeans hugging your legs, layered tank tops that cover the bruising truth of this evening, laughing at whatever your friends are saying.

When he puts out his phone, calloused fingers furiously typing a text addressed to you, you're too far gone into another glass, dancing a little dance before grabbing everyone's cups to go for a refill, greeting them in that silent way of yours, drunken smile.

And then you'll pass him by and blink at him, you'll mutter a small greeting and he'll grab you by the hand and whisper in your ear just how hard he'll take you driving the night. You'll swoon, moan, forget about the drinks and follow him anywhere he leads you.

That's how everybody knows about the two of you.

This time, though, you don't cast a single eye on him. In fact, you're tainting him, walking past him while ignoring him, leaving him awestruck and hurt, like his confessions earlier in the day meant nothing to you.

It's a hit to his heart, how your jaw drops as you bump into Bakugo over the kitchen counter, eyes too wide at the sight of him. How your finger dances playfully on his chest and as you smile at him when he whispers something in your ear.

It's infuriating how you drop the cups near the sink and follow Bakugo outside, or how the blond waves at him with a pressed smile against his lips, signaling that he'll be busy for a while.

His insides churn, tummy aching in a feeling of guilt, one unlike anything he's felt before. Losing you doesn't taste in the way he thought he would, it's worse; sour and poisoning. It makes him flee the party, furious and bitter.

When he's back, his body is heavy, feet dragging him across his apartment, mind blank as he follows his basic routine before bed time, fixated on how easy it seemed for you to just ignore him and flee with one of his friends as soon as he came over to the party he invited you to, wondering how you could be so ruthless with him all of a sudden.

Sweet talking Kirishima with a smile of gold, the sweetheart of the professional Tennis scene and you're over him in the split of a second, pushing him away from you without an explanation or heart wrenching speech. Not giving him the satisfaction of some closure, just forcing the cold tempo of your sudden departure in the depths of his heart.

He pays no mind to the girl that sleeps beside him, back turned to him like she's oceans apart, despite the unspoken bound that's keeping them together. He'll leave her, make up for all the damage that he's done, in any way that he can manage to.

It all comes down to the fact that no one can love you like he does, no one can want you like he does. Someone can do it better, but you have to want him.

5.30am [Missed Call: Red]

5.31am [Missed Calls(2): Red]

[New Message: Red]

Fuck, with Bakugo out of everyone?

Delivered: 5.31am

[New Message: Red]

Did you have sex with him?

Babe answer me.

Delivered: 5.32am

[New Message: Red]

I'm breaking up with her tomorrow morning.

And I'll come over.

Babe.

Babe please.

Delivered: 5.33am

[New Message: Red]

I'll take you on a date and we can talk about us okay babe?

Let me know when you wake up.

I love you.

So much.

Delivered: 5.38am

Read: 10.23pm

[You]

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Sorry 'Red' even if you sound like a total douche, cheeks forgot her phone at my place.

I bet on her answering your late night drama when she takes her phone back.

[Red is typing...]

Super thanks to @celestidarling for proofreading this and giving me the biggest pump of confidence to post

↪Up Next: Dragon King Bakugo

[johnsamericano]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 12:

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23 days of NCT masterlist.

taglist: @notbeforelong @mrcarbonatedmilk @unknown5tar @whathamelon @ajhdr @curieouscapt @silent-potato @gjheaaa

warnings: baby daddy mark, hidden pregnancy (?, tooth rotting.

“Dude, isn't that y/n?” Mark’s old friend, John, pointed at you.

Yeah, that was most definitely his ex. You were holding a small girl between your arms, helping her reach for a box of lucky charms. You looked just as beautiful as three years ago, even more, he daresay.

“Go talk to her.” His friend elbowed him. “I’ll go get the meat, maybe you can invite her to our barbecue.”

“We haven't seen each other in a while, don't you think it'll be a little too weird?”

“Go for it, I know you're still hung up on her.”

“How...?”

“I heard your last girl complaining about how you called y/n’s name while having sex with her, it was hilarious, to be honest.” Mark punched him in the arm, earning a small groan from the tall man. “But seriously, though, you broke up with her to focus on your career. Now that you have a stable job, what's stopping you from getting her back?”

“I don't know, man...”

“Give it a try, I'll be with the butcher if you need me.” He winked at the Canadian boy, making his way to another aisle.

Mark took a deep breath before his feet finally started moving. You were placing the small girl in the shopping cart’s seat, tickling her tummy while at it.

“Y/n?” Your eyes almost came out of their caves as you heard his voice.

“Mark...” You stared at him with wide eyes, looking back and forth between the little girl and him. “I thought you’d moved back to Canada.”

“I came back a year ago.” He fiddled uncomfortably with the rings adorning his fingers. “I really wanted to contact you, but since things between us were a little complicated when I left...” By complicated he meant breaking your heart and leaving a day after ending things between you.

“It’s really okay, Mark. No hard feelings.” You smiled sweetly at him, your pretty eyes turning into half moons.

“And who’s this little one? Your niece?” He caressed the top of the girl’s head, who wasn’t even aware of his presence, too focused on getting rid of the wrapping around the chocolate you’d just bought her.

“Actually-”

“Mommy, I need help!” Mark froze.

“Oh, sure sweetie.” You tone completely changed when addressing her. “Mark, this is my daughter, EunHee. Say hi, baby.”

“Hi, Mark.” She extended her hand as you tore the wrapping of the chocolate bar open. His surprised expression turned into a big smile, covering her small hand with his significantly bigger one. “Look, mom. His cheeks are just like mine!” She poked Mark’s cheekbones.

You could almost feel a drop of sweat rolling down your forehead.

“Wait, you're right.” The Canadian man pointed out as your daughter smiled at him. “That's crazy.” Thank God Mark was so naive. “So where’s the father of this little bean?”

‘Right in front of me.’ You thought.

“She doesn't...”

“Oh, sorry. It must've been hard raising her on your own.” He reassuringly placed a hand on your arm. “How old is she?”

“Uhm, s-she’s-”

“I’m this old.” EunHee interrupted, showing her three small fingers.

You hoped Mark’s brain capacity wouldn't be enough to connect the dots. But you had to admit, it was pretty obvious.

“Wow, you're so big.” It was heart-warming watching your daughter interact with her father for the first time, even if they didn't know the truth about each other. “So, we're having a barbecue at my place today. There’s always room for someone else, and you can bring EunHee if you’d like. My address is still the same.”

“I’ll think about it.” You handed the chocolate bar back to your daughter, who didn’t even take a second to eat up the whole thing.

“Alright, I guess I’ll see you then, maybe.”

(...)

“Mark’s hitting on a mom!” Yuta mocked him, causing the whole garden to erupt into laughter.

“And what’s wrong with that? She isn’t married.”

“Mark, you literally just met with her again after three years, slow down.” Jaehyun interceded, eyes stuck to his phone.

“Guys, stop messing with Mark. He's always loved y/n, so let him be.” Johnny spoke from the grill, turning around a steak. “Besides, I saw the little girl. She looks a lot like Mark, so I bet no one would be able to tell they're not actually related.”

“How old did you say she was?”

“Three.”

“Okay, don’t be mad at me, but did you ever have sex with her without protection?”

“What are you trying to say, Haechan?” Taeil asked bitterly.

“Just think about it, guys. It makes sense.” While his friends discussed the possibility of him being a dad, Mark’s head was rather busy trying to remember every little detail from the last time he was intimate with you.

But as much as he tried, he couldn't remember having worn a condom. And as far as he knew, you weren't on the pill.

The doorbell cut his string of thoughts, snapping him back into reality.

“I’ll get the door.” He didn't expect you to be behind it, holding your -and possibly his- daughter’s hand tightly. “Oh, hey.”

He seemed uncomfortable, had you made a mistake in accepting his offer?

“Hi, I couldn't find someone to look after this little monster. I hope your friends won't mind.”

“Not at all, they love kids.” He stared intensely at your daughter, finally noticing those similarities Johnny mentioned before. “Come in.”

He guided you all the way to the backyard, everyone greeting you with a big hug.

“Nice to see you again, y/n.” Johnny murmured, patting your back.

“She’s like a little doll!” Jaehyun squeaked excitedly, sitting your daughter on his lap. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“I’m EunHee.” He cooed at her high-pitched voice tone. “Your dimples are pretty.”

“Thank you.”

The boys seemed completely comfortable with your daughter, fighting with Jaehyun, who wouldn't let go of her.

“Can I have a word with you?” Mark came from behind you, making you jolt at his sudden presence.

“Sure.”

He walked you to the kitchen, away from the noisy men outside. He anxiously twisted his hands, trying to find the correct words to demand for the truth.

“What’s wrong?” You asked worriedly, taking a step closer to him.

“Is EunHee mine?” Well, you were definitely not expecting that. You thought that after meeting him at the supermarket, your secret was safe. Apparently, it wasn’t. “By the look on your face, I’m guessing she is.”

He groaned in frustration, rubbing his face with the palms of his hands.

“I’m sorry for keeping it a secret all this years. I won’t force you to step in and take responsibility for her, we can just leave and pretend this never-”

“What are you even talking about? Why wouldn’t I want to take care of my own daughter?” The frown on his face deepened. “Did you know you were pregnant when we broke up?”

Should you tell him the truth?

“I...” He looked at you expectantly.

Of course you should tell him the truth, he deserves it.

“Yes.” His heart dropped, guilt filling every inch of his body. “I didn’t want to hold you back. It would’ve been unfair for me to use that as an excuse to stop you from leaving.”

“So you’re saying I missed three years of my daughter’s childhood because you didn’t want to be selfish?” With every word his voice grew louder, shouting by the end of the sentence and catching the other guests' attention.

“Mark, we should talk about this another day, when we’re alone.” You tried leaving, but his hand clutched your wrist tightly.

“No.” You could admire tears sparkling in his eyes. “I don't want to miss another second of her.”

“Mommy?” Just then, EunHee walked into the kitchen, holding Yuta’s hand. “I heard screaming, are you okay?” Mark nodded at his friend, as if signaling him he could leave.

“Yes, I’m alright, sweetie.” You swung her up in your arms, coming closer to Mark who had the sudden urge to hold his baby. “Are you sure about this? There’s no backing out.” You mouthed, feeling a pinch of relief as he nodded. “Baby, I’d like you to meet someone very special.”

“Who?”

“This is Mark...” She looked at you with her small eyebrows furrowed, she’d already met Mark. “Your dad.”

Mark honestly felt like crying, your daughter smiling excitedly as she urged you to put her down, letting her father hold her close to his chest.

“Mommy said you were lost.” He felt so warm inside.

“I promise not to get lost again, alright?” His lips pressed a kiss into her forehead, already enamored by the cheerful giggles erupting from EunHee.

You observed them with regret. If you'd told Mark you were pregnant before he left, perhaps he wouldn't be on the verge of tears right now, perhaps your daughter wouldn't have had to deal with her classmates’ non-stopping questions about her father.

“Y/n?” Mark called out for you. “C-can we have a family hug?” He moved his hand invitingly, making space for you to join.

You walked into his arms, every negative feeling vanishing as Mark embraced you, both of you trying not to sob.

“What do you want to do now?” He let go of you, using both of his arms to embrace EunHee.

“Make up for the lost time.”

[iamsugoiii]

this contain genshin impact spoiler on 3.0 update sumeru world quest!

u have been warned :)

ok so i was just finished one of varanara's world quest on genshin impact, the one that chained from arayaka(?) world quest yesterday.

istg sumeru's world quest took so much time to finish and it's branching like... wtheck!

but i had a lot of fun in sumeru, except finding the waypoints :) please tell me u guys too >:(

anyways, that's not what I'm gonna talk to u guys abt.

i should tag this as spoiler, but i wont spoil too much(?) or is it too much? idk 😅

so, in that varanara quest (tho it was started from vimari(?) village quest) we need to save rana, one of the forest rangers that got sick after entering a cave full of fungi and spores to save her relatives (we will fight along with npc and it's so fREAKING COOL. good job hoyo)

turns out her sickness can be cured with the help of aranara's ability. aranara is like a mystical creatures in sumeru or u can basically say they are fairies. the name of that aranara is arana. then, arana tell us to go to varanara to find her relatives (aranaras) and get a spesific item to cure rana.

oh! if u have unlocked all waypoints and statue of the seven, there is still 2 region that should be opened, right? one of them is on the south of sumeru. the name of that region is varanara. we can only light up the map of that region with this quest, cuz the statue of the seven is uhh, idk like hidden?

anyways, long story short we will met araja. araja promised to help but we gotta help aranara's people first, especially because their festival is coming up soon. one of them is arapatchi(?), who asked us to find her brothers asap before the festival started.

so we helped arapatchi. it was a long side quest but!!! then, the name "Nara Varuna" appeared and it was reaaaaally sussy.

note: my traveler is lumine.

listen. they (aranaras) called traveler as a golden Nara. and they said there once a 'golden' Nara and brave like us named Nara Varuna. Arapatchi explained to us abt him. Nara Varuna has blond hair. Brave and Strong. but it's still won't make a clear conclusion. though, i had a name in suspicion abt this Nara Varuna.

But then suddenly–

after we finished the side quest, we asked arapatchi and her bros abt how do aranaras count their age and identifying gender (cuz they are basically looked like uhh they dont have genders??) so that she called her brothers as 'brother'.

TURNS OUT–

omg i freaking cried a lil and i got goosebumps when i first know this. my brain cant stop theorizing.

Nara Varuna is the one who inspired them. abt being 'brother and sister' i mean. why? it was because long time ago– note. long time ago. he taught the aranaras abt his sister.

HIS SISTER.

im pretty sure this is not a coincidence guys. Nara Varuna is traveler's twin. well i cant say it's 100% true but!! my theory is make sense right?

varanara once experienced "black rain, dark mud, red sky" which i assume to be the 'cataclysm' that we all know happened long time ago. we also know that traveler's sibling is exploring teyvat alone(?) or maybe with dainsleif(?) long time ago too.

i just–

what if it's true? that Nara Varuna is traveler's twin?

it was kinda heartwarming to know that the abyss twin was once a kindhearted human. or is the abyss twin still until now? we dont know. but it was nice to know this lil detail abt the traveler's twin. i really do hope to know more abt the twin's journey before khaenriah disaster. or anything abt the traveler's twin. im craving for genshin lores lmao.

anyway, that's all that i can say. if u guys have done the quest, lemme know abt ur opinion! well i hope u guys share the same ideas as me :) but if u dont, it's completely okay!!

oh, i wanna attach some of the quest's dialogue screenshots i got abt this theory but i think it'll spoil too much hahahahah 😋 so i decide to not do it. do this world quest, u'll see for urself :)

and lastly, thanks for wasting ur time reading my rantings, peace out 😎

[vermillionsails]

UPPERCUT

(a/n) This is my first fanfic I've ever wrote I hope you guys like it. I also wrote this on my phone so if the setup is ass I apologize. If y'all have asks about the punisher or moon knight feel free to send them in ☺️.

I don't own these characters or the gif but they sure do own me. Okay I'm gonna let you go now sails out ✌️.

Content Warnings ⚠️

•There isn't any smut sorry, but there is a kiss at the end (I've never been kissed so if it reads bad I apologize in advance), Frank being a dick. Frank training you and giving you a few love taps. Cussing, bruises, knife violence. Mentions of violence to the reader. Sorta knife play if you squint.

• she/her pronouns are used for the reader, the reader is in her 20s the reader is awkward which is a warning all its own.

Synopsis- you are micro's niece and one of the only people that know he's alive besides frank who you have a crush on and is also training you to protect yourself.

You have a small crush on frank castle. Okay it's not a small one and, truthfully you don't know why. It could be because your stuck in a hideout with him or because the man looks like he's carved out of stone. You also can't look at the man with out blushing so you try to keep to yourself and you do thanks to your uncle David. He spared you the details but, your able to continue college online. And with your final coming up the stress alone kept you out of his and Frank's hair.

You sit cross legged on the cot you call a bed with notebooks, pins and your laptop around you. It looked like a academic summing circle and part of you wished it was so you could pass your final and be able to relax for the first time in weeks. You hear your uncle walk up to you as you scribble notes in one of your notebooks.

"Y/n kiddo I think you need to take a break." Scoffing you look up at him. " I think if I stop now I'll never finish." Spotting the second cup of tea in his hand you made a grabbing motion towards it. David smirked and handed the cup to you. "Look just take a break for a minute or two and come sit in the control room with me and frank. We have something to tell you anyway." Taking a nervous sip of the chamomile you begrudgingly get up from the cot. Last time he said that he brought frank back half dead.

The concrete floor sends a cold shock to your bare feet. you cursed yourself for not putting on socks. After sitting down you rolled side to side in a office chair releaving some nerves. You cleared your throat "What is it you want to tell me? Are you leaving again?" Dave sits with a grunt and shakes his head. "Where not leaving kiddo but, frank brought something up and, I unfortunately can't argue it." Frank leans against the wall nodding along to your uncle's words.

" Damn right you can't, look princess if your gonna stay here you need to defend yourself." Frank's gruff words hit you like a wave then the panic set in. "I-i What? I thought you said they wouldn't see me as a threat?" You look at your uncle. Frank scoffs "is that what you told her Dave?" Your uncle pinches the bridge of his nose " I told you where well hidden here frank bu-" frank cuts him off " there will come a day when they find us and they won't hesitate to put a bullet in her brain or torture her."

Frank's statement made you feel queasy but, you knew he was right. Dave spun his chair towards him. "yes frank I'm aware look, I'm not trying to argue just, don't break my niece." You can feel Frank's eyes on you "you worry to much Dave I'm not gonna hurt her." You trusted frank even though he was scary sometimes but, he unfortunately did have a point. "I'll do it if it'll give you peace of mind." Dave spins around to you and pats your hand "it would, and you'll be okay." You had a feeling that he was saying that to himself instead of you.

a deep chuckle made its way to your ears "all right put some shoes on and let's get to it times-a-wasting." Dave shakes his head and checks the cameras. "Ya know I think he likes arguing." You sit the cup of tea on the desk and give your uncle a hug. "yeah he seems like the type."

Walking back to your cot you thew on your sneakers and your hair into a bun. Your nerves returned so you tried to stall for a bit and tidy up your space.

Frank walks up behind you. "All right come on, I know your scared but, you need to do this for your safety." You turn to him and look him in his eyes for a moment. A blush was warming up on your face. " Frank all I ask is that you don't break my hands I need them for school." He gives a wry laugh and looks you up and down. "I'll try to go easy. Now come on." He grabs your arm and walks you to the area he usually works out in.

Luckily for you he started you off easy on a old punching bag, But after the morning turned into the afternoon it turned to you and him having a boxing match. You managed to land a couple punches. They didn't stop frank and now you where convenience the man was made out of stone. You could feel a bruise starting to form where frank would get you if your arms weren't low enough. And your adrenaline was quickly leaving you.

You get into your stance and land a punch. It connects with a crunch to Frank's nose. He grunts and shakes his head a little" Atta girl princess that's how you throw a punch ." You where proud of yourself for starting to learn but, you also felt bad for hitting him. "Sorry about your nose i-" he cut you off.

"don't be sorry because they won't. There is something I'm gonna teach you tomorrow so be ready for anything when you wake up." You rubbed your newly bruised up knuckles thinking for a moment. "What do you mean by that?" He sighs and gives a small pat to your cheek. " It means be ready y/n, come on you need water and rest." Following frank to the kitchen, nerves that plagued you in the morning came back. What was he gonna do to you tomorrow?.

Standing by the fridge he tossed you a water. " So how's college going?"

"College makes me wanna pull my hair out." You take a sip of water. He gives a chuckle "That bad huh, Dave said you where stressed." He scans you again. You quickly looked anywhere but frank a blush forming again. "Yeah I have to write a 15 page essay, I think my professor wants to kill me." He leans against the counter and crosses his arms. " He sounds like a dick" you sigh "yeah he is maybe you can shoot him or something for me." He smirks gives a tut at your response and walked up leaning into your ear

" Careful what you wish for" Him being that close to you gave you Goosebumps and made your stomach do flips. You tried too say something but he walked away before you could. That's when you decided to go to bed and try not to think about how close he was to you.

You woke up to something cold at your neck and a hand against your mouth. It was dark except for the dim light of the computer screens. "Don't make a sound or you'll wake up your uncle got it." Frank's voice was gruff and cold as he whispered . You give a small nod. Fear and adrenaline pumping through out your body.

Before you could blink frank had drags you off the cot and has your hands pined behind your back. Knife still at your throat. " Do you think you get out of this hold?" He whisperers to you. A couple seconds go by as you try to clam down and figure out how to get out of his hold. He jerks you closer to him. " I asked you a question." You don't know what comes over you. Maybe it was fight or flight. All you could think about was getting away from the knife he had against you. you stomp on his foot as hard as you could.

It makes him stumble back getting the knife away from you finally. Spinning around you started throwing blind punches two landed on what you guess was his chest. The butt of the knife bounces off your bruised side with a thwack sound. A loud grunt came from you as pain started to throb in that spot. Frank grabs you by your hair and points the knife at your back. "Your gonna have fight harder then that, Trust me a pretty thing like you they won't hesitate to cut-" the lights being turned on cut frank off.

"FRANK WHAT THE FUCK!" Dave screeches. You can feel Frank to turn to answer him. And it give you the opportunity to turn around. Your fist connects with the underside of Frank's jaw. Throwing his head back and loosing the grip on the knife. You grabbed the knife and hold it to his throat this time. Frank gives you a smile "good job that was a helluva punch."

Your uncle looks at the both of you in disbelief. "Okay you know what no, just no I can't deal with this, I'm gonna go for a drive and when I get back where gonna have a serious talk." He Storms off to the van.

You look at frank " did I really do good? Was all you asked him. He takes the knife from you and nods "yeah you did great." He pats your shoulder and leads you to the kitchen. The rest of the morning was a bit awkward knowing that your uncle was probably gonna get into a shouting match with Frank.

You sat next to him pecking at bowl of cereal with your spoon. You clear your throat " I uh frank I just wanna say thanks for teaching me." He turns to you. His leg brushing against yours. "You sound like that's gonna be the end of it?" You look at him dumbfounded "considering what Dave woke up to today your probably in trouble and i-"

he cuts you off again "Hey I don't give a fuck what Dave says, you can't stop now especially after this morning. And if I'm already in trouble then this won't matter." Frank pulls you closer to him and crashes his lips into yours. melting into him a small moan escaped. You can feel him smile once he heard it. Urgeing him to kiss you harder. You didn't want it end but, couple seconds later you both let up for air. His forehead pressed against yours. Your head and lips tingling realizing that frank had kissed you. "W-what was that for?" He let out a small chuckle " You're too damn cute for me not too princess."

[getitinbusan]

Yoongi One Shot

Angst/Love

"10 years is a long time."

That voice was unmistakable. 

Ten years was a long time, yet still not enough for the wound you'd thought long healed to be reopened in a matter of seconds. 

Your stomach flipped. If you turned around you'd be standing in front of your first love. 

"What's a big star like you doing flying commercial?"

He was blushing as you faced him.

He was just as handsome as you remembered but with all of the lost details now filled back in.   

"I guess I'm just not as important as people think I am," he broke out his crooked smile.

"Still the same guy huh?" 

The loud bing rang over the terminals intercom,

"All first class passengers may begin boarding." 

"I guess that's you?" 

He nodded, seeming embarrassed by his status. His manager was anxious to move him as quickly as possible. 

"I'm sorry we don't have time to catch up. Do you think we can meet up when we land?" 

Surely he didn't mean it, what else do you say to someone you don't know anymore? 

"Yeah, that would be nice." You gave him a small smile as he walked away.

"Yoongi," you called out.

"I always knew you'd make it." 

The metal clicked in place securing you to your coach seat. You wished there was something as simple a seatbelt to tether your mind back from the cloud it was floating in. 

It had been 10 years since you'd walked away from him. 10 years with no contact.

Of course, want to or not, you knew everything about his life. News of him was all over Dispatch, awards shows, radio, the internet… It had become a form of self flagellation to watch what you'd lost. 

From the earliest days you knew he was special. Handsome talented, sweet but yet utterly stubborn and scared. 

"I don't want to disappoint my family." He'd repeated those words to you so many times they'd been burned into your brain. 

When you'd finally convinced him to move to Seoul you felt the world open up to him. Away from Daegu you could both finally breathe. 

He was so happy the day he got the job in the recording studio. You could clearly remember the cheap Soju picnic celebration on your apartment floor. You smiled at the vivid recollection of the rice wine on his lips as they pressed against yours. 

But happiness doesn't always last does it?

His frustrations grew. People were interested but not in the way he wanted. When Namjoon told him about the audition, it was the beginning of the end. 

"Yoongi, sometimes you've got to do things you don't want to do to get to where you want to be." 

"I'm a rapper Y/N, what the fuck is auditioning for these idol producing agencies going to do for me?"

"It will open locked doors Yoongi..." His shortsightedness always made you angry. "You'll meet more people, get your foot in the door, climb the ladder."

He always talked himself out of every opportunity, every audition, every chance to take a leap. 

"Baby, they see something in you. You don't have to commit to a contract just go see what it's about." 

"I'll never be able to show my face in the clubs again if I do that. You're asking me to sell my soul to the devil so stop talking about it because it's not going to happen."

"You don't think that's a little overdramatic? I can't sit here and watch you sabotage your own future Yoongi. I can't believe in you enough for the both of us anymore, I love you but I can't keep doing this." 

It seemed to him that some strange twist of fate must have put you here. He'd been thinking about you a lot lately and now destiny had placed you on the same plane.

If he'd learned anything from the past, from you, it was to take advantage of an opportunity when it presented itself. 

Pulling down his tray table he rummaged through his carry on for the notepad and pen that were his constant companions. 

My dearest Y/N, 

Where do I begin? I'm worried you won't be waiting for me like I hope when the plane disembarks. I can't let you go without knowing you've heard the things I have to say.

The day you left Seoul I was hurt and mad. I should have been sad, but in all honesty it took me a while to find those feelings. 

How dare you leave me? I was motivated to show you, I had to prove you wrong. I went with Joon to that stupid audition just to feel vindicated when they turned me down.

They didn't, but I guess you already figured that one out. Every single thing in my life changed when and because you walked away. 

At first I blamed you for the way I felt, like it was your fault I made it. I still didn't have the foresight to see the outcome. I fought it, I didn't think I was good enough. I was afraid people would ask "How'd he get in here?"

But you knew, you always knew, I wish I could have seen myself through your eyes. 

And of course you were right love. I can hear the thoughts in your head saying, "I'm always right Yoongi." (I know you're smiling at that admission)

Your beautiful smile, fuck I've missed that more than anything. I'm sorry I was the one who took it away from you. It must have been exhausting for you to feel responsible for my damn ego. I was so selfish back then, I didn't even try to build you  the way you built me. 

You loved me, and I loved you, but only as much as someone who doesn't love themselves can. I've been working on that. 

Who would have thought that one of the perks of fame was being able to afford good therapy? (there's that smile again)

My Therapist thought writing about it would help. I don't know if you picked up the hidden lyrics but First Love was for you. Big Hit wouldn't let me sing about you, about love, so they made me write it about my fucking piano...

I remember back then

We burned up the last of my teen’s

Yes the days when we couldn’t see an inch in front of us

We laughed, we cried

Those days with you, those moments are now in memories

Every time I wanted to give up

By my side you said

you can really do it

Yeah, I remember back then

When I was fed up and lost

Back then when I fell into a pit of despair

Even when I pushed you away

Even when I resented meeting you

You were firmly by my side.

So don’t ever let go of my hand

I won’t let you go ever again either

I miss you Y/N I need you to know. 

Even if you no longer love me I hope I've made you proud. Everything I am is because of you.

You walking away changed me, changed my life and I'm so much better now. I didn't think I'd ever see you again or have the opportunity to ask but I need to take this chance... 

What if you stayed this time? 

Folding the letter he rang for the flight attendant. 

Providing an explanation of the situation, your detailed description and a big tip he held his breath as it fatefully found its way to your seat. 

Making your way slowly down the skybridge you were scared.  It felt like a dream.

The other passengers hurried past you meeting up with their loved ones in the arrivals lounge. 

Would he be there? The lights and sounds grew closer...a few more steps to see what destiny held. 

Stepping off the soft carpet onto the reality of the hard terminal floor you looked around. 

Families and tears, businessmen on phones, drivers with pick up signs...but no Yoongi. 

Biting the inside of your cheek you folded up his letter and shoved it deep into your pocket.

Closure, at least?  

The luggage carousel spun slowly amplifying your sadness as the bags were picked up one by one. 

The voice was unmistakable.

"10 years is a long time."

Your stomach flipped, if you turned around you'd be standing in front of your first and only love.

With tears in your eyes you faced him. 

He was holding gift shop flowers in his hand out towards you.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to get here." 

[jujutsu-headcanons]

Adult Chucky ohmygod that's exactly what he is too! With Mahito I just- I get WHY he's like that but it doesn't stop me from wanting to punch him in the nose. Which I acknowledge means he's a well written character but- I. Just. Can't. Stand. Him. 🙃🙃🙃

Ok with those hints- and this is just my gut feeling- I'm gonna say it's Geto....is it Geto??? If not that's my only guess ._.

Nanami Kento is a tsundere?!? You heard it here folks Nanami is #1 tsundere and we stan a good dad who protects his children even though he denies it! Though I'm not like into Nanami that way, I'd still die for him to make him happy? If that makes sense? So I'm excited for those relationship headcannons because I feel hes over looked!

And someone else who reads too fast for their own good! Join the party! I don't hate spoilers so I gobble everything up and skim through everything so I've got a gist of the storyline and extra characters. But now I'm like sitting down and dissecting each chapter as I go so I can be super familiar with it for when I decide to write fanfics oops nerd alert

Throw me in that bin of anti Toji...he hurt my baby and I just- My heart and soul belongs to Megumi and if he hates him then I gotta hate him. I don't make the rules ¯\_( ツ)_/¯ Mai is another one I'm having a hard time warming up to. I've warmed up to Todo asdfghjkl him and Yuji bro fighting to best friends is perfect but besides that really everyone else I like bc the story is just THAT good. But I'm only on the exchange arc that I'm like in detail reading. But as I gobble up 5 or more chapters every time I have down time it won't take me long 👁👄👁

💛anon

I'll stand by and cheer while you beat the shit out of Mahito. I promise. I too want to see this sewer rat dissected. He's taken away two possibly three of my favorite characters and shows no sign of stopping so I hope Yuji slams his face in the concrete a couple times soon.

Nope! Although, Getou was on my shit list for a while. I kinda automatically didn't like him at first because he was a "bad guy", but that was short lived. I went from hating him to trying to force myself to hate him. It was all because of the Hidden Inventory arc (which, may I add is officially called Gojo's Past arc? I just refer to is as the flashback arc 👀) and I realized I just.... Can't hate him. For a while I was neutral toward him and then episode 7 happened and now it's game over he's pretty okay

I mean; am I in it totally for the looks?

.... No but maybe.

The person I don't like is Mai! I can't stand her. I think it's ONLY because she reminds me of Lisa from Fire Force (if you haven't watched it, ignore that reference) because I get so pissy towards people who hurt my comfort characters oh my god

I don't like what Mai does to Nobara, and how she treats Maki.

HOWEVER. I do feel like in the current arc she might show up and do something good that will get her off of my shit list. I'm not holding my breath but maybe.

Nanami Kento is the best dad and that's on GOD. Pfffft I was gonna say "what no don't die I need you 💛" but also I would die for Nanami so... I can't say shit xD ahhhh I miss Nanami. Honestly I was a Gojofucker when I started (I mean... Who wasn't?) But I'm attracted to Nanami. Gojo is kinda just a cool character, don't get me wrong like I wanna be his best friend, but I rlly do wanna get Nanamin my heart and my body if he asked politely, which he would do btw he asks before he even so much as kisses you

👀 oop- fanfics? Wanna... Drop a few links in my inbox? I haven't been reading fics lately (ahaha brain go brrrr)

Well! I am 100% not spoiler free. If you ask I'll tell you anything, unless it's something I want you to experience the way I did. I made my friend watch Cautious Hero: The Hero Is Overpowered but Overly Cautious without telling him anything just because I wanted him to be as distraught as I was. It worked.

I do be upset at Toji for what he did to Megs but also? Some events take place in this arc and 👀 I'm kinda hoping Megumi changes his standpoint. It'll be great for his character development, because he's been growing since the first chapter and it's cute. I can't see him completely forgiving his dad, however, we haven't gotten Megs' thought process on What The Fuck ™ happened in the current arc, and he might connect the dots and go "... Huh. So that happened."

... it could also go the wrong way and make him more of a gloomy piece of shit

I rlly just wanna give Megumi a hug I stg. Like. I want to be thrown into the jjk universe, not to live out my own story, but just give everyone a damn hug and just tell them it's gonna be okay l, especially Yuji, Megumi and Gojo bc the first two are having difficult times with their emotions and the second because uhhh. I had this scenario pop in my head and idk why I thought of this, but I guess Gojo and I were fighting about something? And for some reason I was beating the shit out of him. And he was letting the blows land. Like he didn't have infinity activated. He must have done something shitty to allow himself to get beat up and somehow I ended up straddling him and I was yelling shit like "oh, now you won't talk? You won't even look at me in the fucking eye, get this shit off-" and I ripped his blindfold off and I was met with the absolute heart wrenching sight of Gojo Satoru's baby blue eyes swollen with tears. And all he did was smile and say "gomen ne" in his cute little voice (kinda childish, like how he dragged out Yuji's name in the first ep. 'Itadori yuuuuuji') and this scene rlly got me thinking what if the happy go lucky attitude is just a facade he uses to hide how broken he is-

But that's its own separate post lmao

I think I answered everything, have fun reading this shit show

[dyker-farmer]

Ok this was supposed to be a quick draw and a description to go with, that blew into a full chapter and now it's also on Ao3 SO happy reading ig idk

I never see Shane works that don't go all in for romance nor explore the more realistic ugly parts of recovery, and I kind of crave That TM. So let me have at it too with the self-insert whump mumbo jumbo; no romo version.

Set post-8 hearts event, Farmer Uidelsib is two years or so in, full house built and married to Emily. They/them pronouns, same as me.

Diverges from then on, Shane-centric from an outside POV for the most part.

[[MORE]]

Take that can away if you can.

Gulp it down. Chapter 1/2/3/4

There's a few to-know to survive life in society, in the valley; there's no good way to comment on the age nor weight of both resident housewives, you can't say no to Evelyn's homemade cookies- and why would you, you fool-, you do not fight at the Saloon or you'll get no cheese anymore on your pizza and only sparkling water for drinks, and-

And you don't mess with Shane's alcohol related ritual.

Except I did, that night, because you do that, when your two-years long friendship with the guy taught you better than letting his impulses overcome yours, when your buddy is trying to recover from teenage long-lasting into early adulthood, trauma-enhanced heavy addiction, and you know, you know tomorrow he'll feel like absolute shit and question his right to therapy the moment he'll stop his pounding skull from splitting. Wonders what a three-dosage paracetamol can do. 

At least he doesn't drink it out anymore.

So yeah, when you're in my shoes, you get that Joja store-bought crap out of Shane's hand, and you brace yourself for the incoming lash out.

The first fractions of seconds are always those to look closely into most. It's only a glimpse, but before the scowl slips on like a well-worn boxing glove ready to strike, there is always this open page I learned I needed to decipher as quick as I could.

Tonight, it's heartbreaking. When I peck his forehead- doting big sibling habits die hard, even when you're actually the youngest of the pair- the eyes I catch looking at me are so confused and bare of any emotion, except for the sorrow that goes beer-soaked tears, it pangs. I get used to the breakdowns, working in the fields I do when I'm off the farm's, but it's not the same when it's a friend.

When I straighten back, offensive beverage in hand, it's already gone in a flinch, away from the empty space behind the chair and onto the table, as he snarls.

"Wha- giv'me back- 's mine!" I don't know how much he drunk before he met up with me, but from the slurring, it's a Lot. A season and a half into sobriety. That's harsh.

I ignore him and walk behind him, pondering where to put the beer for now.

"Y-you can't just do that! It's my booze I got with m'money, not some- who d'you think you are?-" He sputters indignantly, angry tears fewer than the sad ones but still there. He tries to turn around and grab behind his back, but the wild movement is way off and only gets the chair to nearly topples down. I rush in time to stabilize it, and profit off the moment to set a strong hand on his shoulder.

"I can just do that, 'cus it's my house I got with my money, and I think I'm your pal who knows when you've had enough. Dude, I trust you to be an adult, but minutes before, you were already so torched I had to keep your neck upright so you didn't faceplant into the table, and you nearly just kissed my floor good evening. Not to mention you clung to my arms the whole way from the little entry stairs to the kitchen because, quoting, 'If I don't I'll fall in the hole and won't get up'."

I turn to the fridge again, going to open it, before I think better of it. Likely enough, we'll both forget it was there in the first place, it'll stink up my fridge- it's Joja's- and it'll be money out of Shane's pocket for nothing. I set it on the counter, with the rest of the pack. He'll put it to cool down when he's back to Marnie's. Or he won't, probably. 

That's not a worry for now.

When I caught up with him, it was a few feet below my doorstep; he'd probably slipped up trying to climb the three steps up to it, and settled for it. He was nursing that same can, muttering to himself, head down, curled up on himself. Except for that leg sticked out, he probably hurt it when he fell, I'll have to look at that and work on it if it's too swollen. Hopefully that'll spare us from a visit to Harvey's.

Bad memories. Not mine, and it's warm and not raining outside, but. Déjà-vu.

Anyways, he looked the picture of "help I've fallen and I can't get up- and even if I can I won't because Fuck You", and it's been a hassle to have him cooperate. But when I asked if he wanted to leave, he shook his head with a fervor no somnolent drunk should have. That resulted in a lovely streak of vomit down the wall right next to the door. That's also for later. If Eryza doesn't lap it up. Ew. This cat's never predictable.

Now, he's staring at his hands, sitting at my table, contemplating something too far down for me to see- or maybe just zoning out with a sleeping brain. Then he mumbles. "Sorry."

I get back to the table and sit at arm's length across of him. "Nah, 's okay. I don't mind being a helping hand or touchy-feely, must be the frog-eater in me. Not for the helping part." I'd chuckle but my quip falls on deaf ears.

I go to put my hand over his. When he doesn't blink at it, I try and shake a reply out of him, gently. He startles and hawkeyes our joined fingers. When he's finally looking at me, I raise a single eyebrow. He doesn't say anything, but when he pulls back his arm, I let him. We both straighten up, and it's hard to keep up the eye contact.

"So…" There's a heavy air on us. Suddenly, like the last year didn't happen, we're sitting a stride away of each other, and yet it feels like he's all the way back to the forest, looking down at waves.

"Do you want me to do something?" I bend myself a little closer to him, not moving otherwise.

He puts his head in his hands, shivering. Can't tell if it's the AC or his system kicking the alcohol out, or itself, in stress. I think I hear something, but it might as just be his shuddering breath.

"Shane" I insist, voice level, not pressing. "I need words. I want to help, I truly don't mind, but I need words to know what to do." He's never shown signs of going nonverbal before. If he does, I'll improvise. Until then… I need words.

Time ticks slowly as we wait. Then, with great effort and deep fatigue, he drags his palms up from under his nose to his temple, spreading some snot and wet tears across his face from his scrunched shut eyes. Lips trembling but finally showing, that attempt to let out a sound that's not too garbled. He coughs, sniffles a bit, breathe in again, sounding like a sick dog, and blows through gritted teeth before his jaws go slack. Eyes still closed, he whispers, and I have to lower myself some more toward his crouched form to catch it.

"Can I get something to drink…?" His voice is hoarse.

The demand could be comical, if we were into sour humor. And we usually are. But right now, we're not finding the joke in the lines. I stand silently, and as I walk to the fridge again, I let my hand brush his shoulder- same spot as before.

I take a minute to choose, look into the pantry. When I'm back at the table with my items of choice, he's still sitting there, his cheek is cushioned on his arms, face hidden from view. His shoulder, except for the occasional tremor, rise and fall in rythm with his snores. Breaks my heart to interrupt that, but not really. Hangovers are mean bitches with the sharpest nail art on the blackest of boards.

"Psst, dude. C'mon." I rustle his hair backward. He hates when I do that, says it tickles, and it makes him sneeze. So I obligatory do it once a day if I can. Let's say today's my late quota for the last four days I haven't seen him.

He gruffly tells me to kindly refrain from such pleasantries, and raise bleary eyes back up at the table. I can also guess he tried to bat a hand at me, but his coordination is off and he slaps himself lightly on the ear. Then he glares bewildered at his hand for a few seconds, obviously insulted. I profit of this moment to grab a small basin from under the sink, on second thought.

When he brings his attention back to me, I'm sitting again. Between us, a jug of fresh milk from this morning, a small sack of peppers, and a juice carafe sit aside a green glass bottle. There's also some bread, mostly for me to munch on. Because, hmmm dough. He squints at it all, especially at the bottle. Probably trying to read the label.

"Yeah no, didn't get you one of my best wine, not sorry."

"Hot pepper… juice?" He looks at the actual peppers next to it. "With actual peppers?" And then I get the squint too.

"Hmph, I know you like your elongated hell tomatoes, man, what can i say."

At that, a feeble snort.

I decide that it is the highlight victory of my soirée.

"Welp, have at it." I gesture to the half-liter liquor glass right by his left.

He fumbles with the drinks and some splashes around, but I lay back on my chair, arms crossed, letting him do his thing. While I don't hold back from growing downright doting on him when I got to- or even when I don't- I don't see how more devotion right now would be not smothering. He can break my fancy glass cups if he wants and spill my milk, so long he doesn't cut himself or cry over it.

Now, you could be thinking that plain water would have done the trick just fine, if not better, in rehydrating him. Here's the thing, though; going from booze to tasteless liquid, for Shane, that's a sure way to puking his heart out. And I'd rather not have us deal with an acid bile throat burn on top of near alcohol poisoning. Sorry to not spare you the squeamish details, but his oesophagus is pretty sensitive ever since that stomach pumping back at the clinic. Hot fiery hell fruits he can do just fine, with relative moderation and hydratation- hence the milk and juice- but liquor bursting its way back from his guts? Nuh uh. 

It had taken lots of coaxing, but he'd explained the plain tastes, or lackthereof, were very hard for him to deal with, especially when contrasting with strong ones like beers and whiskeys. I'd shackle it to gustative hypostimulation, but I don't know enough about him that way to say. He'd said sparkling water was a good compromise.

But I don't have sparkling water, because I do not like suffering.

I might buy a pack for when he visits though.

And I do know a handful about him already. Shackle that to perceptiveness and a stubborn streak on top of a year and so long camaraderie.

And having a certain uncontrollable fear of failing to act quick the next time coped with by accumulating information and patterns compulsively.

I shake my head to focus on the present again. He's switched from juices to soaking bread in milk to eat it small portion after small portion. He pauses in mid-bite when he catches me staring. He's still hunched on himself and red-faced and a tad bloated. His cheeks are drying and he's blown his nose. I smile calmly. Worst of the storm passed, unless I screw up and blow it.

"Ywou wan' chom'?" He offers a dripping piece of bread. In moments like this, when he's sobering but not quite, the resemblance with Jas are unmistakable. The glint in his reddened eyes that open wide, and his blank-but-not-quite wondering expression, it's all here to paint a scrutinizing but vulnerable picture of tired but bright minds.

"Nah thanks. You done with that milk?"

"...Sure." He eyes it, wary. He knows where this is going, and he doesn't like it. I take the drink off the table, and his gaze follows my movement until I bring it to my lips.

He frowns. A silent warning. 

And as I lock onto him with a dead stare, not blinking a millisecond, I down the rest of the 2 liters jug in three, five gulps. I even take the time to lick my new mustache away, and close my mouth with a click of my tongue.

His expression is the macabre marriage of beffudled horror and pure affliction, disgust if you will. The face of someone who doesn't hate milk, but has grown out of it enough to not be able to live off the stuff like the brave souls I'm apart of. And probably with reason, as I actually can't, like most 20+ years old, digest the liquid in large amount. But I smile like a smug cat, perfectly content.

Cats really can't digest milk once adults, it's all social mythos.

We silently judge and fuck with each other like that for a while more, as more time passes, until the room's elephant gets it all humid with its prancing around. Enough that tears and nervous sweats start again, for no apparent reasons but the residual anxiety from the whole chain of events that led to this.

"I think we should talk about this."

--- to be continued.

[jamneuromain]

First of all:

I was looking around for an Andy Barber fic fifteen minutes ago on Ao3 and nothing new came up, so my brain chirping "well you could read a fic you've read before from Anika preferably some fluff/smut one-shotso you can go to sleep in peaceful calmness" and "oh here's an Andy fic I haven't read before"

fifteen minutes later, here I am, wrapping a quilt around my body, more awake than ever, and typing my comment with the soft music of SYML's God I Hope This Year Is Better Than the Last.

I can't sleep until I finish my commenting, which is going to be a long one. Bear with me.

Second of all: I desperately need your song list.😢 (just kidding but I love your music taste) I have no idea how you stumbled upon this song but I feel this fic and this song is made for each other.

Here starts my comments:

So the first part of the story I get to read about secretary!reader and DA!Andy. How she stood up for him facing those mean reporters. It was soft but sad, just like the song. I can feel the impact of Andy's coldness and distance having lost his wife and son. How reader tries to keeps her heart under wraps. The paragraph where he let her take a lunch break, it's heavy. Feels like the dark cloud before a storm. It's suffocating. It's how you want to loosen the collar, the scarf, anything blocking your neck but your throat and chest is still pressed. Like the oxygen never reaches the bottom of your lungs. There's so much to be said yet so much not said.

The second part of the story I smiled a little because of the divergent bracelet. (I watched the movies and I love Four. He looks cute hehe) The little more details leaking through the lines. How he notices her love for divergent. How she looks through all merchandise of the IP. Whiskey but doesn't seem personal enough. The gentle yet cool breeze. The hope hidden behind the lines. The touch of warmth that is rarely seen in the previous part. It is still soft. But something delicate is changing. is brewing above the clouds. Something that you know makes this storm different.

The third part where she came to his house and handed him presents. The confession. The kiss. More kiss. "I'm broken" like the unpleasant smell of earth in the air just at the beginning of the storm. But quickly disappear in the air as the rain wash it down. The rain is cold but you can finally breathe. Water trickles down your face and neck, liberating you soul like never before. The water down your shirt soaking your hair, having you realize the reason of the storm.

Spring is coming. Warm air covers cold air, meeting in the middle to converge cloud and rain. And you know it's going to be warmer from now on.

And now I'm so emotional writing this comment about how this song and this fic brings me new feelings. Unprecedented feelings. Feelings that I know will be borrowed into writing my fic. So awake. (Totally blaming you, anika) which is the complete opposite of what I hoped for. There goes another twenty minutes of me typing this comment on my phone (occasionally stopping to search for English words on my dictionary) and still wide awake.

All the while listening to God I Hope This Year Is Better Than the Last.

Tonight, I probably won't think about my stories when I go to bed (which I normally do), but the mental image of Andy in warm socks and pale shirt, opening the door, talking to the reader. And like every romantic movie, there's a soft song playing in the background, which is God I Hope This Year Is Better Than the Last.

Conundrum (A.B.)

Type: One-shot, challenge fic

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!reader    Word Count: 7700 (:

Summary: conundrum - a confusing and difficult problem or question

Andy Barber is a difficult man whom you have yet to understand. He certainly doesn’t make it any easier; and right before Christmas, he manages to surprise you again.

Prompt: You have to look for a gift impromptu

Warnings: a smidge of angst, a drop of awkward humour, mention of death (mild AU - both Laurie and Jacob!), alcohol consumption, feels, explicit language, reader gets called a dumbass… that’s it I hope, lemme know

A/N:  This is my submission for the Happy Hoelidays challenge. There’s no hoeing tho, shame on me. Also, if you want some music to go with this, know that I listened to ‘God I Hope This Year Is Better Than the Last’ by SYML an obscene amount of times.

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