#now I always expect the worst to happen and the characters to just suddenly be killed whatever show I'm watching

[tokkiwrites]

𝚄𝚗𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚢 𝚂𝚔𝚒𝚗. (5)

mom's fiancé! joel miller x f! reader • series masterlist.

Summary: Your mom's new fiancé, Joel Miller, is the kind of man you could never shake out of your mind—rugged, rough, and embodiment of your long-buried fantasies. He's been your next-door neighbor for years, and the crush you harbored through your teenage years never really faded. Now, he's with your mom, and they're planning to get married. You should want her to be happy, but you can't ignore the tension growing between you and Joel. It's something that was never meant to happen. But as you uncover Joel's true motives for being with your mom, you realize maybe your feelings weren't one-sided after all. And maybe, despite everything, you’re the one he really wants. Tags: stepcest kind of, age gap (reader is in her mid 20s and joel in his mid 40s), forbidden romance, emotional conflict, complicated family dynamics, heartbreak, ANGST, cheating, infidelity, betrayal, talk about divorce, no one owning up to what they really do, main characters get their happy ending... OR DO THEY?! >:) /ᐠ - ˕ -マ⁩ authors note 𑁯 ✿ im baaack !! last part baby!!! kind of. you'll see >:) until then enjoy this mumbled mess of 4.63k words bunnies! thank you for the immense support on this series. excuse any grammatical errors <//3

Her words hit you like a tidal wave, leaving you gasping for air. You watched as she paced the room, trembling with the weight of her anger and heartbreak. “You don’t know what love is!” she snapped, her voice breaking. “Love isn’t sneaking around, tearing apart the people who trust you the most. Love isn’t ruining your family because you can’t control yourself.”

Your chest tightened, the sting of her words cutting deep. “I didn’t plan for this to happen,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “It wasn’t like I set out to hurt you—”

“But you did,” she interrupted, her voice cracking. “You hurt me in the worst way possible. You betrayed me with the one person who was supposed to be on my side. How am I supposed to live with this? How am I supposed to look at you and not see… this?”

Her words crushed you, the weight of her disappointment pressing down like an anchor. You took a step toward her, desperate to bridge the chasm growing between you. “Mom, please—”

“Don’t,” she said, holding up a hand to stop you. Her tears shimmered in the dim light, her face a portrait of devastation. “I need you to leave. Just… go.”

You froze, your heart shattering at the finality in her tone. “Mom…”

“Go!” she shouted, her voice breaking. “I can’t even look at you right now.”

The silence that followed was deafening. You turned and stumbled toward the door, the walls of the house you’d grown up in suddenly feeling foreign and cold. As you stepped outside, the chill of the night air bit at your skin, but it was nothing compared to the hollow ache inside your chest.

The slam of the door still echoed in your ears as you trudged through the dark streets, clutching your jacket tight against the biting wind. Your mind was spinning, replaying the scene over and over again—the raised voice, the look of disgust on her face, the words that burned like acid.

"You’re a liar. I don’t even know who you are anymore."

Your mother had always been sharp, but you hadn’t expected her to be cruel. Not like that.

She hadn’t even let you explain. Not really. Once she figured it out—once you admitted you were in love with Joel—it was like she couldn’t even look at you. Not forever, maybe. But you knew that in this moment, there was no going back.

You wiped at your face, but it was no use. Tears streaked your cheeks, hot and endless, cutting through the cold. You barely noticed when you reached Joel’s building. Your feet carried you up the stairs, and your fists pounded on his door before you even thought about what you’d say.

It wasn’t long before the door swung open. Joel stood there, his face tight with worry that immediately shifted into something darker when he saw you. “You told her,” he said, his voice low and heavy. You froze, your breath catching. Of course, he already knew. “I had to,” you whispered, stepping inside uninvited. “She—she guessed. She cornered me, Joel, I couldn’t—” You decided to lie. You tried to protect him from all of this. Maybe it wasn't your job or your role to do so, but this was the way to show him that it's real. that you are real, and so are all the feelings you have for him.

“You could’ve,” Joel snapped, cutting you off. He shut the door with more force than necessary. “You could’ve waited. You could’ve called me. But instead, you decided to do this on your own.” His words hit like a punch, and you stumbled over your response. “I didn’t have time—”

“That’s bullshit,” he growled, his voice rising. He took a step closer, his eyes boring into yours. “You didn’t want to wait for me. You wanted to handle it yourself, like you always do.”

“That’s not fair,” you shot back, anger bubbling up to meet his. “I didn’t plan this, Joel! She came at me, and I panicked! What was I supposed to do? Lie to her?”

“Yes!” Joel shouted, throwing his hands up. “You should’ve lied, or stalled, or done anything other than blow this whole thing wide open without me. You think this is just about you? It’s not. This affects both of us.” Your stomach twisted at his words. “You think I don’t know that?” you said, your voice trembling. “Do you think I don’t feel sick about what this means for you? For us? Joel, she kicked me out!"

He froze, his jaw tightening. “She what?”

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat threatening to choke you. “She told me to leave. Said she doesn’t even recognize me anymore. I—” Your voice broke, and you covered your face with your hands. Joel’s anger seemed to deflate all at once, replaced by something softer, though no less pained. He reached for you hesitantly, his fingers brushing your arm.

“Hey,” he said quietly, his tone rough but gentler now. “C’mere.”

You let him pull you into his arms, and the floodgates opened. You sobbed into his chest, your fists clutching at his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart completely. For a while, he just held you, his hand rubbing slow circles on your back. "I got you, babygirl... 'm right here." But the tension in his body hadn’t gone away, and you could feel the weight of everything left unsaid hanging between you. When your sobs finally quieted, Joel pulled back just enough to look at you. His face was etched with exhaustion and something else—something almost like regret.

“This can’t keep happening,” he said softly. “You can’t just… go off and make decisions like this without me. We’re supposed to be in this together.”

“I know,” you whispered, your voice raw. “I’m sorry. I just… I didn’t know what else to do.” Joel sighed, brushing a stray tear from your cheek. “We’ll figure it out,” he said, though he didn’t sound entirely convinced. “We always do.”

But before you could respond, your phone buzzed in your pocket. You hesitated, then pulled it out, your heart sinking when you saw the name on the screen. Marjorie. Of course. Joel noticed your hesitation. “Who is it?”

“Marjorie,” you said quietly. He frowned, but said nothing as you swiped to open the message. "You should’ve thought this through", it read.

•Your mom’s already told half the town about what you’ve done. If you’d just shared a little, you wouldn’t be in this mess now. At least they'll know what a homewrecking whore you are.

The room seemed to spin, and you had to sit down before your legs gave out. Joel knelt beside you, his hand gripping yours tightly. “What is it?” he asked, his voice low and steady. You showed him the message, your hands shaking. His jaw tightened as he read it, a muscle in his cheek jumping.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered. “She’s trying to twist the knife.”

“She’s right, though,” you said, your voice barely audible. “I—I did this to myself. To us.”

“Hey,” Joel said firmly, cupping your face in his hands. “Don’t you dare blame yourself for this. You hear me, sweet girl? This isn’t on you. It’s on them. On her.” You wanted to believe him. But the weight of everything—the fallout with your mom, the shame, the fear of what came next—it was too much.

“I don’t know how to fix this,” you whispered, tears welling up again. "Maybe it don't need fixin'.." Joel’s expression softened, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “We’ll figure it out,” he said again. “One step at a time. But you’ve got to let me in. No more shutting me out.”

The road ahead felt impossibly long, the cracks in your relationship with Joel deep and jagged. But as he held you close, his arms steady and sure, you let yourself hope.

the nigh faded as your lids finally closed, the soft whispers of Joel a blanket over your tensed body. Finally, you fall asleep, escaping this day, hoping that when you wake up It'll all turn out to be a bad dream.

But as the night fell upon, you so did the day.

Joel stood on the doorstep, fists clenched at his sides. The brisk wind carried the faint scent of pine from the trees lining the street. He stared at the door in front of him, steeling himself for what he knew was coming. When your mother opened the door, her face immediately twisted into a scowl. “You’ve got some nerve showing up here,” she spat. Joel held her gaze, his jaw tight. “We need to talk.”

“Oh, we do?” she snapped, stepping onto the porch and crossing her arms. “You’ve said enough, Joel. Or maybe not—seems like you were too busy seducing my daughter to give me the full picture.” Joel winced, but he didn’t look away. “I didn’t come here to fight with you.”

“Then what do you want?” she shot back, her voice rising. “To explain yourself? To justify this—this shit?”

“I want to make things right,” Joel said, his tone measured. “For her. She doesn’t deserve this.”

“Don’t you dare pretend this is about her,” she snapped, her eyes narrowing. “This is about you. About your selfishness, your inability to think about anyone but yourself.” Joel’s hands curled into fists at his sides, but he forced himself to stay calm. “I know you’re angry—”

“Angry?” Her voice grew louder, trembling with indignation. “Angry doesn’t even begin to cover it! Do you have any idea what you’ve done, Joel? My daughter—your stepdaughter. Do you even hear yourself?” Joel’s shoulders sagged slightly, but his resolve didn’t falter. “It’s not what you think—”

“Oh, really?” she interrupted, her laugh sharp and bitter. “Then explain it to me, Joel. Enlighten me, because from where I’m standing, it looks like you’ve been fucking her this whole time.” His head snapped up, and his voice took on a dangerous edge. “That’s not what happened.”

“Then what?” she demanded, stepping closer. “You ‘accidentally’ fell for her? And so did your dick inside of her? Was this why you got so close to her? Why you were so ‘supportive’ all of a sudden? Because you wanted her?” Joel’s chest rose and fell heavily. “I didn’t plan this,” he said, his voice low but firm. “It just happened. She’s not a child, and this wasn’t some sick—”

“Don’t you dare try to justify this!” she hissed, cutting him off again. “You’re supposed to be her father. You were supposed to protect her—not—” Her voice cracked, and she had to look away, blinking rapidly. "Oh my god."

Joel stepped forward, his voice softening. “I never meant to hurt anyone.” She glared at him, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You think that makes it better? That it wasn’t ‘on purpose’? My God, Joel—this is why you married me, isn’t it?”

His brow furrowed, and for a moment, he looked genuinely taken aback. “What?” She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “It makes sense now. You didn’t want me. You wanted her. You saw an opportunity, and you—” Her voice broke again, and she turned away, her hand pressed to her mouth. “That’s not true,” Joel said firmly, his voice rising just slightly. “I loved you. I cared about this family. I—”

“You used this family,” she snapped, spinning back around to face him. “And don’t you dare pretend otherwise. You’ve destroyed everything, Joel. Do you understand that? Everything. And for what?”

Joel’s expression hardened, his frustration bubbling to the surface. “For love,” he said, his voice rough. “I love her. And you can hate me for it all you want, but that’s the truth.” Her mouth fell open slightly, disbelief etched across her face. For a moment, the only sound was the wind rustling through the trees.

“You’re disgusting,” she finally said, her voice quiet but laced with venom. “Do you know what people are saying? What they’re going to say? You’ve ruined her, Joel. You’ve ruined her life, and you don't even understand."

Joel’s throat tightened, and his heart sank with every word that came from her mouth. “I never meant to hurt her,” he said again, his voice thick with emotion. He took a step forward, desperate to make her understand. “I never meant for any of this to happen. I love her, but I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I never wanted to destroy this family.” The words seemed to hit her like a slap. She blinked rapidly, as though trying to keep the tears at bay, but they came anyway—one by one, streaming down her face. “You already have, Joel,” she whispered.

There was a heavy silence between them. The weight of everything that had happened hung in the air like an oppressive cloud. Joel wanted to reach out, to comfort her somehow, but he knew he couldn’t. Not now.

Her eyes narrowed, and her voice was cold, almost venomous. “You’re not going to get away with this. I’ll make sure of it. I’m telling everyone. I’ve already told people, Joel. You don’t get to just pretend this didn’t happen, that it’s all okay. I will make sure everyone knows what you’ve done.”

His blood ran cold. “You can’t—”

“I will,” she spat. Joel stood there. He wanted to scream, to argue, but the truth hung there. He had screwed up. And he knew that.

“I didn’t want this to happen. You have to believe me,” he said hoarsely, voice cracking. “I was trying to be there for her. I—I never wanted to hurt her or you. It just—it just happened. And I don’t know what to do, but I swear, I never meant for it to go this far.” She crossed her arms tightly, her eyes flashing with anger and hurt. “You never meant it, Joel? Then why did you let it happen? Why didn’t you stop? You could’ve stopped. You could’ve walked away.

His throat felt tight, constricted with guilt, but he refused to back down. “Because I couldn’t.” Her lip trembled, but she quickly bit it, hiding the emotion that flickered there. She took a deep breath, then looked him square in the eyes. “I want you to leave. Now.”

The command was sharp, final. Joel hesitated, his gaze lingering on her, and then he nodded—slowly. He wasn’t sure what else to say. There were no more words that could fix this, not right now. He turned, heading for the door, the weight of everything pressing down on him with each step.

He felt sick.

With one final glance at the door he’d just walked away from, he turned and walked down the street, away from the house, away from everything. His mind raced with a thousand thoughts, but none of them made sense.

He had destroyed everything.

And now, there was no going back.

Joel had just come back from a supply run, the door clicking shut behind him. You glanced up from the couch, where you’d been sitting in silence, staring blankly at a book you weren’t really reading. He dropped the grocery bag on the counter, pausing before he looked at you.

“You’ve barely eaten,” he said, his voice rough but laced with concern. You shrugged, hugging your knees to your chest. “Not hungry.” He let out a sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself, baby. I know it’s hard, but we’re in this together. You know that, don’t you?”

You looked at him then, searching his face for something—reassurance, maybe, or a sense that he really believed what he was saying. “Together,” you echoed, the word feeling hollow. “We might be together, but everything else is ruined, Joel. My mom hates me. She hates you... And everyone else knows now too."

Running away now sounds about right.

Joel crossed the room, sitting on the edge of the couch. “Your mom’s angry. She’s hurt. But she’ll come around. And whatever others say... Fuck 'em.” You shook your head, tears pricking your eyes. “She won’t, Joel. Not after what she said. Not after what we did.”

“She doesn’t get to judge us,” he said firmly, his voice low. “She can be angry all she wants, but we didn’t do this to hurt her. We didn’t plan for any of this.” You flinched at his words. “That doesn’t make it okay. We still—Joel, we still had an affair. We lied to her. I lied to her... and I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

Joel reached out, his hand brushing against yours. “You’re the same person you’ve always been...My sweet 'n smart girl. And you’re not alone in this. I’m here. I’ll always be here.”

You looked at him, his eyes filled with determination and tears. He meant it—every word. But that didn’t erase the reality of what had happened. It didn’t change the fact that you’d hurt someone you both cared about, even if that love had long since soured.

“Do you regret it?” you asked suddenly, the words spilling out before you could stop them. Your voice trembled, barely audible. “Do you regret... us?” Joel froze, his hand tightening around yours. For a moment, you thought he might say yes—that he’d take it all back if he could. But then he shook his head, his voice resolute.

“No,” he said. “I don’t regret loving you. I can’t. But I hate how it happened. I hate what it’s done to you—to us.” Tears slipped down your cheeks, and he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly. You buried your face in his chest, letting yourself cry for everything you’d lost—for the family you’d broken and the love that had brought you here. “I’m scared, Joel,” you whispered. “What if it’s not enough? What if we’re not enough?” His arms tightened around you, his voice soft but unwavering. “We’ll figure it out. One day at a time, baby.”

You wait for the moon to rise and hug you.

Tonight, as the moonlight filtered through the thin curtains in his bedroom, you realized you couldn’t stay here anymore. Not in this town. Not surrounded by the memories of everything you’d lost.

Joel was beside you, his breathing steady but shallow. He’d fallen asleep sitting against the headboard, a book forgotten in his lap. His brow was furrowed, even in rest. You stared at him for a long moment before gently nudging his shoulder. “Joel,” you whispered. He stirred, his eyes fluttering open. For a second, he looked confused, but then his gaze softened when he saw you. “Hey, sweetheart. You okay?”

You nodded but didn’t answer right away. Instead, you sat up, crossing your legs and pulling the blanket over them. Joel straightened, too, setting the book aside and giving you his full attention.

“There’s something I’ve been thinking about,” you started. Joel tilted his head slightly. “What’s that?”

You took a deep breath, the words tumbling out before you could second-guess yourself. “Why don’t we leave? Just... pack up and go somewhere else. Start over. There’s nothing keeping me here, Joel. Not anymore. We could move, get away from all this, and just... be us. We could have a life, a family of our own. Isn’t that what we’ve always wanted?”

Joel’s eyes widened slightly, and for a moment, he didn’t say anything. You could see the wheels turning in his mind, the way he was trying to process what you’d just said. “You want to leave?” he asked finally, his voice low.

You nodded. “I can’t stay here, Joel. Not after everything. Everyone knows. They’re all talking about us, judging us. I can’t go anywhere without feeling their eyes on me. And my mom... She’s made it clear I’m not welcome. But we don’t have to stay. We could go somewhere no one knows us. Start fresh.”

Joel rubbed a hand over his face, his jaw tightening. “I don’t know, darlin’. Moving... It’s a big decision. And what about you? Your work, your friends?”

“They’re not my friends anymore,” you said bitterly, the sting of betrayal still fresh. “If they ever were, they’re sure not now. And work... I can find something else. None of that matters, Joel. All that matters is us. If we stay here, this will follow us forever. But if we leave, we can leave all this behind.” His shoulders slumped slightly, and he looked at you; sadness and longing. “You really think running away’s the answer?”

“It’s not running away,” you argued gently. “It’s starting over. Joel, you said we’d figure this out together. This is how we do it! We can’t change what happened, but we can choose what happens next. And I choose you.”

The room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioner. Joel’s gaze locked on yours, and you could see the battle raging inside him. He wanted what you were offering—a chance to leave this mess behind, to build a life with you. But he was also scared of the unknown and the risks that came with it.

Finally, he reached out, his hand covering yours. “If this is what you want,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “then we’ll do it. We’ll leave. Wherever you wanna go, I’ll follow.”

Relief flooded through you, and a tear slipped down your cheek as you threw your arms around him. “Thank you,” you murmured against his shoulder. “Thank you..." He held you tightly, his lips brushing the top of your head. “You’re all I’ve got, darlin’. I’d go anywhere for you.”

That was enough. It had to be.

The hum of the apartment felt suffocating, but there was a strange comfort in it, too. You’d been in the same place for so long, yet now, every little sound—the refrigerator humming, the quiet ticking of the clock on the wall—felt like a reminder of everything that had fallen apart. The town that had been home for so many years now felt like a prison, a place where the whispers never stopped, and the eyes of judgment followed you wherever you went.

But you weren’t staying here. You couldn’t stay here. You were both looking for a way out. Maybe you more than him.

Joel had been working overtime, pushing through his job, despite the whispers about him at work—the rumors that now tainted his every conversation. His job, the stares, the small-town gossip— it all got to him. to both of you.

As for you, you had quit yours. There wasn’t any point in pretending anymore. Your coworkers had given you that look— the one that said they knew but couldn’t talk about it openly. You didn’t need that anymore. You didn’t need to keep hiding in a job that felt more like a cage than an opportunity.

What you needed was space. You needed to leave. To escape. To start somewhere far away from here.

You stood by the counter, stirring a pot of vegetable soup as the familiar sounds of the apartment surrounded you. You were tired. Tired of hiding. Tired of fighting for something that had no resolve. It should’ve been an easy answer. You knew this would happen, how it would end up. And you could see it in Joel’s eyes, too. But every time you thought about leaving, about getting out of this town where everyone knew too much, there was a brief moment of hope. A spark. What if this was the first step toward something real? Toward a life that was just yours? Was it that horrible you wanted to he happy despite what you had done?

You let out a deep breath, your thoughts interrupted as Joel stepped into the kitchen, his tired eyes locking onto yours.

"Hi, baby." he murmured, his voice a little rough from the long day. You turned to him, a smile tugging at your lips despite the exhaustion that had been weighing on you. “Hi,” you said softly, and before you could say anything more, he closed the space between you. Joel’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, then your temple. “Missed you,” he said, his lips brushing against your skin. “Every damn minute I was at work, all I could think about was gettin' home to you.”

You laughed quietly, resting your hands on his chest. “You’re such a sap,” you teased, but there was no bite in your words—just warmth, just the comfort of knowing he was here. “Only for you,” Joel replied, a smirk playing on his lips as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed over your cheek, and his expression softened. “You’re my whole world, baby. Don’t you know that by now?”

Your chest tightened, but in the best way. You nodded, leaning into his touch. “I think I do,” you whispered. Joel’s smile grew, and he leaned down to kiss you—slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that made the rest of the world falter away. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and his hands stayed firm on your waist like he couldn’t bear to let go.

“We’re really doing this..?” you said. “We’re leaving. Packing up and going to a whole new place..."

“Damn right we are,” his voice was steady. “We got that apartment a few towns over...with the balcony and all that sunlight you love so much, could maybe get a puppy too, who knows? It’s ours now. We’re making this happen.”

"Or a kitty." you giggle. "Whatever you want, angel. anything you want." You nodded, a smile breaking across your face. Your future home. Yours and Joel's. For how unreal it sounded, it felt like a lifeline. It was small but perfect, tucked away in a quiet area where no one would know your names. It was far enough from here that the whispers, the judgment, and the past couldn’t follow. It was everything you both needed. “I still can’t believe they approved us,” you said, shaking your head with a quiet laugh. “It feels too good to be true.” Joel chuckled, pulling you tighter against him. “Believe it, baby. It’s happening. And I can’t wait to see you in it. Can’t wait to start a real life with you..." he trails off, palm settling on your lower belly and, oh, butterflies bloom into your stomach. His words made your chest ache. He leaned down to kiss you again, his hands moving up to cradle your face. The kiss was longer this time, deeper, like he was trying to pour everything he felt for you into it. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were shining. “We’ll start packing this weekend,” he said, his tone laced with excitement. “I’ve already started thinking about how to load the truck. Gonna make sure all your stuff’s safe, no scratches or anythin'.” You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re so practical.”

“Hey, someone’s gotta be,” he teased, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “But seriously, I want you to feel at home there. I want it to be everything you’ve ever wanted. Hell, I don’t care if we’re in a shoebox as long as it’s with you.” Your throat tightened at his words, and you buried your face in his chest, holding onto him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded. “I love you,” you said softly. Joel’s hand came up to tangle in your hair, and he pressed his lips to the top of your head. “I love you, baby. More than anything.” it seemed real enough for you.

For a while, the two of you just stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, letting the warmth of the moment settle around you. You weren’t just running from something anymore, or someone. You were running toward something— together. And it was wrong, yes, and maybe karma will eventually make it's way to you, but until then this was your chance to be happy.

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[starwarjotta]

TAG GAME: EIGHT SHOWS TO GET TO KNOW ME

I was tagged by @santabarbara-skies (thank you!!!) so how could I resist doing this?

• let’s get the obvious one out of the way, Star Wars The Clone Wars (I could list most of the SW shows tbf but let’s stick with the one that I’m the most obsessed with) • Stargate SG-1 - my beloved, my first introduction to scifi, and a show that has influenced me a lot througout my entire life, still holds up • Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood - I had a hardcore anime/mange phase at one point, this is one of the shows I still love so much • Arcane - IT IS SO GODDAMN PRETTY (I’ve wasted so many hours in that game so I’m very glad this show exists to compensate for some of the loss of sanity I experienced when I played) • Game of Thrones - I don’t wanna talk about it • 9-1-1, a recent new obsession • Dark - such a weird and confusing but also amazing show • Koko Suomi Leipoo, the Finnish version of The Greath British Bake Off. I love cooking and baking competition shows ffff

There’s honestly so many shows I could’ve chosen, I have so many favorites and so many shows I rewatch again and again and again because they’re just so good, but for this list I tried to choose some that I feel have really affected me or show different sides of me. I also cannot for the life of me just list stuff, I have to explain EVERYTHING.

Aaaaand I’m also awkward enough not to dare tag anyone, but please, anyone who wants to do this, do it!!

[animeyanderelover]

Since you're starting JJK, can you do the sleeping with a yandere ask for Yuuji, Sukuna, Megumi, Nanami, Gojo and characters of your choice?

I’ll be going on a vacation during my holidays so expect little to no updates from me then. Those sleeping habits that are what I imagine those characters to be like, by the way.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationship, toxic relationship, obsession, possessive behavior, delusion, clinginess, abduction

Sleeping with a Yandere

Itadori Yuji

🩷​Yuji is a walking cuddle bear already if you two aren't sleeping in the same bed because he just can't get enough of his sweetheart. An abduction is never something that Yuji sees himself doing nor do you really so with the so unexpected abduction your relationship falls apart and it breaks Yuji's heart. Maybe some part of his brain can understand why you're as upset as you are right now but considering that he only resorts to an abduction in extreme situations, another part of him is just as stubborn to believe that he has done only something to be able to protect you. It isn't like he plans to imprison you forever after all. His delusions have even made him hope that you'd want to share a bed with him yet he resigns himself to your rejection and prepares a futon for you in another room.

🩷​One of the most obvious problems with Yuji isn't even something that is his own fault. Sukuna has to make some comments from time to time to try to annoy and anger the boy which might happen whilst both of you try to sleep as well. He always slaps the mouth of Sukuna that suddenly appears and apologizes to you slightly embarrassed about the inconvenience. Otherwise Yuji sleeps well, really well. Maybe sometimes a bit too well as you can't help but wonder how you can get him to wake up when you awake in the middle of the night and feel the urgent need to go to the bathroom. It always takes you a minute or two of shaking, light slapping and whispering his name until he wakes up and lets you out of his arms because his grip is too strong for you to free yourself alone. He snores slightly but that isn't the worst, you'd much rather make a fuss about the fact that he tends to drool on you in his sleep.

Fushiguro Megumi

💙​As Megumi's darling you'd do the both of you a favor by being a reassuring individual since the Jujutsu Sorcerer tends to be very easily paranoid. He's had a case of being stressed around people before yet now with your addition to his life, this all becomes just multiple times worse. Ultimately it is this paranoia that drives him to the act of an abduction and similar to Yuji, he partially knows why it would scare you. Yet he has never had problems with justifying questionable actions with his love for you in mind so this won't be any different in this scenario. Why don't you understand that this was all done for your safety?? A strong negative response from your side leads to avoidance as he gives you time, gives himself partially time too to calm himself. Both of you sleep in different rooms during that time, although you know that he still keeps an eye on you.

💙​He doesn't want to show a very strong response when both of you start sharing a bed, it isn't his style. He would be lying though if he would say that he isn't looking forward to it. It's one of the highlights of his entire day where he has to exhaust himself with the antics of his fellow Jujutsu Sorcerers and pressure from the Zenin clan so spending the hours of the night with your warmth close to his body always reminds him that there's still something good left for him, a person who makes all the drama durable. I see him as someone who needs hours to fall asleep simply because there's so much going on in his mind and often it happens that Megumi goes through interactions you had with people that day and start overthinking certain gestures and words you exchanged with them. He isn't someone with a deep sleep either and worst of all is that he tends to wake up a lot at night, his gaze always searching for you every time that happens and if he doesn't see you, he tends to freak out a bit.

Zenin Maki

💚​If her darling is acting like a crybaby after their abduction, there might be signs of very mild annoyance from Maki's side but otherwise she is very patient. She fully understand why you're upset and mad at her, she's aware of what she has done. The aspect of protection dulls potential guilt though as she will always value your safety and life over your own feelings if there is no other way around it. She's so tough and strict but oddly fair at the same time because her cold facade doesn't mean that she just doesn't care at all. She's willing to give you some space and time for yourself as she's sure that you need it and as long as you don't try to escape or are seriously rude, she won't force you into anything. You get your own room with your own bed to sleep in and won't hear much from her for the next few days, although you know that she's still checking on you.

💚​She is looking forward to it but don't expect her to openly admit that. She isn't one to ask you first about this and if you're the one to suggest it first, she will never spot teasing you subtly about it for the rest of your life. She does her best though to suppress the smug grin that wants to appear on her face during the first few nights. She isn't actively cuddling you but you definitely have a problem at hand when she decides to swing an arm around your waist because subconsciously she tightens her grip once she falls asleep and since she has a very superior strength to the average human, you won't get up anytime soon unless you wake her up. She normally is able to sleep quite well but when she's stressed she experiences troubles falling asleep or tends to wake up multiple times at night. Normally she acts all tough and rarely talks to you about her own worries but if you ever witness her having an erratic sleep at night, you always know that there's something that is stressing her out.

Ryomen Sukuna

🗾His darling is screwed no matter how you might look at it, especially if they're only a human. Because this man has made it very apparent that he doesn't care for anyone or anything and even you won't be an exception for this. Sukuna has always been a man who takes what he wants and that applies for you just as much. You're an object of his affection and greedy desire, by all means he sees you as his valued possession more than he sees you as a person with feelings and rights. So you can't expect any sympathy from him after your abduction and you'd do your best to not get on his nerves because he can hurt you and he will do so if he feels like it. Sukuna only does what he wants and the only thing you can really do is take it silently in hopes of not angering him but he'd find it cute if you would always show a little bit of fear around him.

🗾​I'm not even sure if he needs any sleep anymore since his times as a human are long over although he has kept his memories from that time so he still remembers that humans need sleep. Although what you need doesn't have to mean by a long shot that he'll just give it to you freely. In fact I totally see him terrorizing your sleep sometimes for the shallow reason of his own sadistic amusement. Other times he only allows you to fall asleep if you let him join you in bed and he'll keep you otherwise awake nights on end until you're too tired to care anymore. You're incredibly dumb for letting him so close to you in your most vulnerable state and the times that he has considered abusing that vulnerability are numerous. Honestly, he's being the ultimate creep by just watching you sleep the entire time, hands roaming over your body to feel what is his but if he's feeling rather relaxed and mellow, he sometimes just buries his face in your neck, closes his eyes and enjoys your scent, your warmth, your heartbeat.

Gojo Satoru

🩵​Best of luck with Gojo after an abduction, better say goodbye to your privacy and personal boundaries because Gojo? He just doesn't give a single fuck about any of those. No, somehow he grows even more overbearing after you're permanently stuck in the probably biggest house that you've ever been in. Partially just because he feels like he has now his dream of living a peaceful and domestic life with his sweet lover without any stress from higher-ups or anyone objecting to this relationship. Now he can just love you and keep you for himself. It's a very strange and questionable way of fulfilling his dream but he is at a point in his life where he has given up to feel guilty and doesn't care anymore. He's always been the strongest to satisfy his own clan and the higher-ups of the sorcerer world so he deserves someone for himself. Someone for him and him only.

🩵​He's a clingy monster and you should already know this as he has barely kept his hands to himself during the entire time since you've known him and that has only grown worse the stronger his obsession got. There is no question, you are going to sleep with him in one bed from the moment you are imprisoned in your new home with him. He isn't even listening to your protests and complains and you'd better not provoke him unless you want to see him dropping his light-hearted facade. Seeing him asleep disturbs you but not because of his clingy behavior and tight hug he always gives you nor his surprisingly deep sleep but because he looks so terribly vulnerable. White hair covering his eyes, soft breaths escaping his lips and no teasing expression adorning his face. It's even worse when he initially wakes up and blue and sleepy eyes stare at you as he whispers, no, pleads you to never leave him. It breaks your heart a little.

Geto Suguru

🗻​​Suguru has broken your trust severely when you realize what he has been doing all along, abusing your trust and ignorance to his own advantage until you made him your most trusted person and told him all of your thoughts. Now you're here, imprisoned and surrounded by jujutsu sorcerers who share his views. You're a lesser being in here for being a non-sorcerer and you know that secretly most of the people here look down on you but only show some level of respect because you're Geto's precious love or whatever he's feeling for you. No one tells you what's really going on but you are smart enough to understand that those people possess very special powers and that something is always watching you even when you're all by yourself. So you never misbehave, aware what would happen otherwise.

🗻​He isn't over the fact that he's fallen in love with what he hates the most even after an abduction so you are sleeping elsewhere. A tiny room with a futon as if to rub your lesser position in your face but truth be told, he's doing this mainly because he secretly wants your warmth next to him at night. He's just trying to reject his desires as he doesn't want to fall too deeply into his infatuation but it's already too late to turn back and perhaps you're more surprised than anyone when one day he tells you you'll share a bed with him from now on. You even vocalize your confusion but shut up when he throws you a sharp glare, silencing you as he himself doesn't want to answer your question. Vocalizing his needs would only make it harder to brush off as something less after all. Geto doesn't want to show too much affection but subconsciously he always fails as his half-awake form always pulls you closer to his body, always desires to feel your warm body safely held against his own as his long hair tickles your neck and face.

Nanami Kento

💛​Here we have a man who is trying to be his most respectful to you after an abduction that he has been planning for a longer time now after a triggering accident, most likely something regarding his very protective feelings. He isn't scolding you for being scared and even lets you insult him all you want with a frightening calm expression on his face, only really stopping you if you try to escape, hurt him or yourself in which case you see his face flashing in anger and slight frustration as you realize how scary he can be if he chooses to be. He gives you space as much as he can but even then his presence is felt throughout your entire new life as you realize that Nanami apparently enjoys taking care of you to the point where he's being controlling with it. There's a certain schedule to your life now, one that he has prepared specifically for you.

💛​This even includes your bedtime as you have to be at a certain hour in bed and get enough sleep and have to get up at a certain time in the morning. Nanami isn't forcing you to share a bed with him though as he graciously prepares another room for you to stay and sleep in. So it's a decision based on consens after your abduction to sleep with him and he's another case of showing his emotions in a very controlled way whilst being deep down just relieved that the worst phrase of the abduction seems to be over now. His sleeping schedule is just as meticulous though so both of you go to the bed at the same time and stand up in the morning at the same time. Nanami is also another candidate who needs a bit longer until he falls asleep because he's also thinking a lot when he lies in bed and only silence surrounds him. He has always an arm wrapped around you but the grip isn't too tight for you to not be able to free yourself if you should ever feel the need to visit the toilet. He is a bit more of a sensitive sleeper though so try to be quiet if you don't want to wake him up.

[beauty-brains-braun]

Blackout

18+ Minors DNI

A power outage leaves you alone with your best friend's roommate. You don't mean to use it as an opportunity to ask Megumi Fushiguru why he hates you, it just slips out. You really don't expect his answer.

warnings/tags:  Smut, PWP, a little bit of praise-kink, aged-up characters, penis in vagina sex

Reader has a vagina, otherwise is non-descript

You and Megumi were alone when the power went out. You'd been in his and Yuji's shared apartment, waiting for the other man to bring you the house keys you definitely sort-of needed to get into your own apartment. You'd made it all of the way home when you realized he'd snatched the wrong set off the table when you were all having drinks earlier. Only when the key wouldn’t fit in your lock did you realize the almost matching keychains you and Yuji had gotten hadn't been the best idea. 

Of course you then walked all of the way here only to find out Yuji had been called to exorcize a curse. You'd barely been here a minute when the outage happened. Now you were in the dark with a man who didn't seem to be able to stand you. This was not your night.

"Perfect" you muttered.

"What?" Megumi asked.

"Nothing." You told him. You took a couple of steps forward and ran right into him. "Shit, sorry!" You felt his hands on your arms as he reached out to steady you on instinct. 

He didn't say anything, just sort of grunted and moved around you. His phone flashlight turned on a few seconds later in the kitchen area and you used the light to navigate to the couch. If you were sitting, you figured you wouldn't be able to run into anything. 

He lit a candle and brought it over to the coffee table. “My phone’s almost dead, better conserve the battery.”

Yours was dead. That’s why you had made it all of the way here before you found out Yuji wasn’t even at home. You fought back a groan, letting your head drop back onto the couch behind you. You heard a clunk and looked up to find Megumi setting a bottle of wine and two glasses in front of you. Yes please.

You accepted a glass with gratitude as Megumi sat on the couch next to you and an awkward silence immediately enveloped you both.

It had been like this with you and Megumi for as long as you could remember. You’d tried befriending him the way you had Yuji and Nobara when you first transferred to Jujutsu High School but he would never stay in the same room with you long enough, always suddenly finding somewhere else he needed to be. On the occasions you were stuck together, you’d tried getting to know him but he would only give one worded answers and refuse to look at you. It quickly became more frustrating than it was worth and you gave up. All of this was made worse by how insanely attractive you found him, even now. Your skin felt like it was on fire from where he’d grabbed you when you bumped into him earlier but you were doing your best to ignore that. 

Yuji had been bugging you lately to try again. Said that this was just how Megumi was, and to an extent you knew that was true, the man was pretty quiet. But he wasn’t quite like this with anyone else and you didn’t have the patience you used to have to just keep trying and trying. 

“How did that Special Grade mission go last weekend?”

You almost dropped your wine glass, had he just asked you a question? You stared at him for a second too long before answering. “Uhm, it was good.” You drained the rest of the wine in your glass. “Pretty tough but not the worst one I’ve fault.”

He nodded and leaned forwards to refill your glass. You could see his eyelashes even in this dim lighting and had to make yourself look away. “What about you? Anything interesting lately?”

“Same old, same old. It's good that it’s been quiet, I guess. It’s just sort of..” Megumi trailed off.  

“Boring.” You finished his thought.

“I feel awful saying that, but yeah.”

The awkward silence was back almost immediately. You racked your  brain desperately for something to talk about. For anything to say other than “Why don’t you like me?”

“What?”

Holy shit you did not say it out loud. You looked over to see Megumi staring, sitting so still he could have been frozen. You had said out loud. What was wrong with you? You felt your skin heating from embarrassment but fuck it. It was out there, might as well commit.

“You’ve always avoided me, Fushiguru. Tonight is probably the most you’ve ever said to me in all of the years we’ve known each other. So yeah, you obviously don’t like me, I just have never known why.” Your heart was pounding in your chest as you watched Megumi drain his glass of wine and put the empty glass on the coffee table before answering. 

“You think I don’t like you?” he clarified.

“Obviously.”

“You’re wrong.”

“What?” You hadn’t expected him to deny it. He wasn’t really the type of guy who would lie to spare anyone’s feelings.

“You’re wrong.” He said again, firmly.

“You can barely stand to be in the same room with me.” You pointed out incredulously. 

Megumi sighed but didn’t deny it. Instead he shifted closer to you. “It’s not because I don’t like you, though.”

You blinked at him, confused. “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“It wouldn’t to you I guess.” He sighed again and moved closer to you again, raising himself so one knee dug into the couch and he towered over you a little. “You and Yuju got close fast. Instantly almost. It seemed pretty obvious to me that you would be end-game. That it was only a matter of time for you to get together and live out your happily ever afters in each other’s arms.”

You blink again at the bitterness in his voice, not understanding what one thing had to do with the other. “Yuji’s my best friend, I’ve never wanted anything more and neither has he.”

“Well, five years later, it’s definitely started to seem that that’s the case, but I’ve always waited for the other shoe to drop. Afraid if I was too close to you, I would break.”

He was even closer now, leaning down into your space, his gorgeous eyes reflecting the light from the candle. You swallowed hard. “Break?” you asked.

“Break.” He confirmed. And he did.

Megumi’s mouth met your own, gently at first until he felt you kiss him back. Until he felt you melt into him. Then he deepened the kiss, his hands cradling the back of your head. 

You felt his tongue touch your lips and you opened for him, mind reeling in shock. Megumi Fushiguru didn’t hate you. He more than didn’t hate you, he was kissing you! He pressed against you until you lay back on the couch and followed you down, mouth moving down to your neck. 

Everywhere his mouth touched felt like it was on fire and you felt an ache deep in your core. You shifted, raising a knee so he fit against you perfectly. His cock was pressed against you and another ache coursed through you when you realized how hard he was for you. 

He pulled away from you suddenly and you let out a whine of protest. 

“Tell me to stop” he said, searching your face for any hint that that was what you wanted. 

“Don't you dare” you said breathlessly, pulling him back down to kiss you again. You felt him smile against your mouth and then his fingers were against your skin, pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra. You heard each one hit the floor somewhere across the room but forgot about them the moment Megumi’s mouth was on one nipple, his fingers tugging at the other until you were a dripping, quivering mess. 

“Please” left your mouth before you even realized you said it and his eyes met your own in question. “Please fuck me” you begged, watching his gaze darken.

“Fuck, I’ve dreamed of tasting you but I’m not going to make it if you beg.”

“Later. Tomorrow, I don’t care, I need you inside me.” And you did. You’d never needed anything more, you’d never felt more empty. It felt like there was a drum beating deep inside you. You struggled to remove his pants and he moved to help you. Your hand curled around his cock when it sprang free and he let loose a his of pleasure. Moving just enough to remove your own pants while you pumped him in your hand. 

He pushed one of his long fingers inside you and you gasped at the feeling. You had always been a little too interested in Megum’s hands and as he added a second finger, you realized it was for good reason. You were seeing stars from this alone.  Tender kisses trailed your collarbone and you whined when he pulled his fingers from you. 

“Shhhh” He soothed you and seconds later you felt his tip against you, gathering your wetness, before he slowly, too slowly maybe, started to push into you.

“Fuck” you breathed as he bottomed out inside you. The stretch of him almost burned but it still felt good. Felt right. He’d stopped, giving you time to adjust to his size and you groaned.

“Megumi, please. Please move.” You begged, not even feeling embarrassed at the smirk that pulled at his mouth. 

“You beg so nicely”. He pulled out and thrust back in suddenly. 

You tightened your legs around him as if you could keep him inside you forever. He pulled almost all of the way back out and thrust back in again, his mouth meeting yours when you moaned. He set a steady rhythm fucking into you and out of you, drinking in the sounds of praise falling from your lips. You felt something coiling tight in your lower stomach, so tight you knew it would snap soon.

“You feel so good. I couldn’t have imagined you’d feel this perfect” Megumi said in your ear. He changed the angle of his hips causing his cock to hit that one spot deep inside that made you see stars. He thrust in again and you were lost. That something deep inside you that had been winding up snapped and you came, crying out his name.

Megumi’s fingers dug harder into your thighs but he didn’t stop. He kept fucking you through your orgasm even as you tightened around him and he had to fight not to follow you just yet. 

He leaned in to kiss you and muttered “good girl” against your lips, making your pussy clench and heart flutter. He pulled out and flipped you over quickly before thrusting back in.

A cry of pleasure left you as the new position allowed him to fuck you even deeper than before. You lost yourself in him, in the feeling of him thrusting in and out of you, in the small sounds of pleasure leaving his mouth, in the feeling of his skin on yours. 

He pulled you up so your back was flush against his chest and he could kiss your neck. You could feel his thrusts becoming more erratic and knew he must be close. He wasn’t the only one. 

Megumi’s fingers found your clit and rubbed circles until you were coming again, thankful Megumi’s other arm was still keeping you upright because you never would have managed it on your own. You hear him curse and suddenly he’s pulling out of you and you feel his release splatter across your ass and thighs.

The room is so silent without the constant hum of electricity that usually surrounds you so the sounds of you trying to catch your breath seem so much louder than normal.

“You okay?” Megumi’s voice was so quiet you looked over at him, the dim light of the candle reflecting off his eyes. “Was that too much?”

A huff of surprised amusement left you. He was nervous. He fucked you like thatt and now he was nervous. “Too much?” You asked. “That was amazing.” His mouth curved up in a small smile and he leaned in to kiss you, the movement so tentative compared to his actions from earlier. You leaned into him, kissing him back encouragingly. 

A sound from outside the door made you both tense and he jerked away, blowing the candle out seconds before the door opened. You both sat frozen as Yuji entered the apartment, dropping something to the floor and calling your name on his way in. 

You moved slowly, reaching for your clothes in the dark. Your fingers closed around the fabric you recognized as your shirt and you feel relief course through you as you pull it closer. Naturally that was the moment the power kicked back on. Light flooded the apartment suddenly, almost blinding you. A screech left Yuji’s mouth and you winced, rushing to pull your shirt on.

“Oh my god!” He yelled, hands flying up to cover his eyes. “Oh. My. God. Finally! But I mean, on the couch?!” 

“Stop yelling.” Megumi groaned, pulling up his pants, his cheeks flushed red with embarrassment in a way you couldn’t help but find adorable even as you prayed for the ground to open up and swallow you.

“You’re buying us a new couch, Fushiguru!” Yuji shouted, pointing accusingly in the other man’s direction, with his eyes still squeezed shut.

“Stop yelling!”

“Just wait until I tell Kugasaki! She’d almost given up. I am serious about the couch by the-” a pillow from the couch hit him hard in the face, cutting him off and knocking him on his ass.  

Megumi looked over at you in surprise and you smiled at him and shrugged. “He’ll go all night if someone doesn’t shut him up.”

He smiled back at you and stepped closer, leaning in to kiss you again.

“Wait, was that one of your sex pillows? Gross!”

[scarletta-ruan]

hi hi, i'm the anon of the mental breakdown request and i really loved it! thanks!

well, as expected (😭😭😭), if i'm not disturbing you, could i request one more thing? it can be with the same characters (sigma, nikolai, jouno, fyodor and now + odasaku) reacting to reader hugging/clinging onto them when tired?? again, thank you if you can write it and don't worry if you need to reject!!! take care and don't forget to rest, hope your weeks are being good! <3

(also, expect to see me requesting for a good while, i'm sorry 😔)

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃

WARNING: OOC, soft!character, fem!reader, reader being a clingy person, characters take care of reader.

TYPE: Headcanon

PAIRING: Sigma || Nikolai Gogol || Saigiku Jouno || Fyodor Dostoevsky || Sakunosuke Oda x fem!reader

WORDCOUNTS: 1.1k+ words

NOTES: Your request was kinda cute, I'm just happy when you loved my work. Sorry for taking too long in writing a request.

1. Sigma

How could he turn you down when you cling on to him like that?

Our precious baby, of course. He would let you cling to him when his face turned red.

Imagine one day you were very exhausted, lying on the couch while whining to him that you were really tired from work today. 

And then you suddenly wrapped your arms around his waist, leaned on his back and kept whining about your day when he was making some dinner for you.

Boy, he would listen to everything you said. Even though you were whining or complaining about your colleague, he still loved to hear it all. 

He would give some comments when you suddenly asked him while telling your story.

“You know what, that guy who works/studies with me is a bastard.”

“Yeah, I know it. He was the worst in the office/school right?”

This was cuter when you still wrapped your arms around him while Sigma was moving around in the kitchen in order to get more ingredients or just grabbed some seasonings. His mind also told him that he now looked absolutely like a mother chicken with small chicks running after her.

And when he thought about it, he just chuckled to himself and shook his head. But unfortunately, you still realized that he was chuckling.

“Why are you chuckling? Is there anything funny in my story?”

“No, love. It’s just because I saw that you are cute when you cling on to me like that.”

Always searched for a chance to have you cling on to him because Sigma loved the way you were cute and small like a small kitten begging for love.

2. Nikolai Gogol

Nikolai would 100% love it when you cling or hug him.

Always wished that today you would give him some hugs after work. Man, he loved cuddling with you a lot so he would never slip this chance.

One time when you were exhausted after a work day, Nikolai was on the couch as you entered inside home.

Would definitely know you were home perfectly.

“Hi, my dear, little cutie Dove. How was your day today?”

“Not fine, of course. Doing too much work, being stressed with the boss's orders, and exhausted with the crowded street.”

Nikolai would let you mumble or curse everything which happened to you today, because he said that it would be alright if you told them out rather than keep it inside.

Then moved to the part hugging him. Because of being tired, you went hugging and clinging to him, begging for some attention.

“Aw, my Dove is getting clingy today.”

“You better let me do it, else I would never do it again.”

Felt satisfied when you cling to him, of course.

Wouldn't let the chance of you leaving him in any seconds. Nikolai would let you cling to him like a small Koala when he went around the house to get some water or a snack for you.

3. Saigiku Jouno

Let's say that Jouno denies you hugging or clinging to him. 

Why? Because he needed to move around then get you some things you really needed when you were tired.

But when you insisted on hugging him, Jouno couldn't turn you down. He loved the way you let yourself cling on him when you were too tired.

Always told you that you needed him for charging, and often compared you to a device that needed to be charged.

“You look absolutely like a run out battery flashlight.”

“Yeah, and you are my own charger in my life.”

Interaction with people like Jouno was very precious. Because still he couldn't see anything, then a hug of you could be a way to express that you loved and needed him.

Always teased about your heartbeat when you hugged him.

“Your heartbeat is getting faster when you cling on me, is that right?”

“But I hug you from behind…”

“Blind people can be so sharp, you know.”

Would absolutely give you a kiss when you requested him over and over.

4. Fyodor Dostoevsky 

Yeah, another person denied hugging and clinging like Jouno. Fyodor found it too annoying for calm people like him.

But still, he let you do it whenever you wanted.

Enjoyed a book while you tangled up on his body like a small exhausted kitten. 

Would give you a head pat because he thought you were a small lazy kitten that curled up on his lap.

“You and the kittens are the same.”

“Yeah, it's just because kittens often get tired like me.”

Sometimes suddenly sighed when you clinging to him, while he cooked dinner for you. Feeling your warmth behind him and then your slow breath made his heart flutter.

“The bed is in your bedroom, or the couch is in the living room. I’m not the place where you can relax, you know.”

“No, but still you are fluffier than them.”

“Fine, just do what you want.”

Would let you touch everything on his, including his hair, his hands, his chest, his back. Sometimes still this man would sigh but everything was alright, he loved how you leaned on him when you were tired.

Listened to all of your stories about work today, every complaint or else every compliment you got today.

Would give you a bath because you wanted him to do this for you, and he still obedient do that for his little kitten.

5. Sakunosuke Oda

He looked absolutely like a mother carried his child.

Imagine that he was cooking dinner and you were behind his back giving lots of complaints about how bad your colleague and your company were.

“The boss considered me like his dog, I had to walk around the office serving his ass and other colleagues wanted me to do lots of  things for them.”

“Mm, they are bad, aren’t they?”

Couldn’t move around easily because you were stuck on him, sometimes when he moved to the refrigerator to pick up some ingredients for your favorite food, you just hugged him from behind and followed him. Oda considered you as a chick, for real.

“Do I look like a mother chicken?”

“Why?”

“Because I have a small chick that keeps following behind my back.”

He would give you a shower since you were too exhausted and you didn’t want to keep yourself up to go to the bathroom. Of course, Oda was bathing you like a small child.

“Close your eyes or the water will spit into it.”

“But I can’t see anything if I close my eyes.”

He also fed you by himself since when you were tired you definitely skipped dinner.

“I'm not a child, Odasaku.”

“This is my responsibility, though.”

[dontsh0vethesun]

Can we get some more jealous Wednesday from you your writing is just so great! Maybe an angsty thing where Wednesday has a friends with benefits situation with reader and they get into an argument about it and reader avoids her for the next few days hanging out with another person and Wednesday watches this all go down and as days go by getting more jealous how touchy this person has been and she drags reader away up to her room and could you give it either a fluffy or smutty ending please? 👀

casual love

masterlist word count: 2332

any ‘wednesday’ fic i do will be set at ‘nevermore university’ so the minimum age of any character will be 18

wednesday addams x fem!reader

18+ : angst with a happy ending, smut; fingering, brief choking, heated kissing, jealousy, implied dom/sub, pretty soft smut tho

A secret, that’s what you were. Just a way to pass time in the privacy of her dark room, it didn’t mean anything to her and it didn’t to you to begin with. A casual relationship is what you both had agreed upon, no strings, no feelings, just a tryst. A way for you to blow off steam.

And it was great, it really was. Until you let your heart control you - but it happened all at once. You didn’t notice until it was too late, the way she kissed you felt different and any compliment she gave in passing made you bashful. What once was meaningless sex suddenly meant something to you; you had fallen for the painfully unattainable Wednesday Addams and she was none the wiser.

It was bittersweet. You’d often imagined your first love, how you’d get butterflies around them and their kiss would feel like fireworks, how their lips would taste oh so sweet and when you’d hug you’d never want to let go. But expectations only hurt you in the end.

The worst part of it all is that you were right, you had fallen down the rabbit hole of romantic cliches with flushing cheeks and an eager excitement at the knowledge of her company. You’d fix your appearance any time she’d knock on your dorm’s door and greet her with a smile, a swirling in your belly when she’d give you a smile in return. 

It was all you’d imagined but it wasn’t real. Feeling this way was forbidden, as stated in the agreement the pair of you had made. So now each sweet kiss comes with a sour aftertaste and the sex leaves you feeling empty, clinging onto something you can never truly have. You think it’s better to have her like this than not at all, but how long can it last?

So you’re holding on to a hope that you know will crush you, the idea that she could feel the same. Lying beside her half naked in your bed after an evening of lust all you can do to stop the nauseating sadness is stare up at your ceiling. The way her arm brushes against yours gives you goosebumps and it’s enough to make you cry. 

“Wednesday, I’m not sure I can do this anymore.” The words came out before you had a chance to think them through. You couldn’t look at her, focusing instead on the lightbulbs dimly lit filament with your nails picking at a loose thread in the material of your t-shirt. 

“Why not?”

You coughed to clear your throat, sadness beginning its change into anger at the way she seemed so unbothered. Any chance of quelling the simmering feelings was that hope you clung onto but you’d be a fool to entertain the idea of her loving you back. 

“Because I broke our number one rule.” You sighed, wiping the tear that fell from the corner of your eye before it reached the pillow. You thought you heard her breath hitch and that glint of possibility flickered for a moment until all she said was ‘oh’. You kept quiet, you both did, with Wednesday leaning against the headboard and you feeling hot with embarrassment. With sadness. And anger.

“I suppose we should stop this, then.” She spoke, classically indifferent just as always. You’d usually find it endearing but right now all it does is heighten that bubbling fury. “I thought we’d agreed to keep feelings out of this-”

“Get out, Wednesday.” You interrupted through clenched teeth but she just looked at you, lips parting for just a second as though she was about to speak and when she didn’t words rose from your throat like acid. “I said. Get. Out.” You sat up to look at her, gesturing towards the door, watching as she noticed the pure anger over your face and the glazed over eyes, whites turning pink with held back tears. 

You didn’t watch her as she left, fixing your gaze on your hands in your lap with the tears spilling now, causing you to gasp out a sob with the aching in your chest. 

–

Wednesday didn’t truly understand what she was feeling, feeling much at all was rather new to her so this strange hollow sensation doesn’t make sense. She wandered the hallways back to her own dorm with her eyes cast down, wondering why you had to spoil it.

She thought it had been going well, she wasn’t like her parents with how obsessed with all things romance they are, she didn’t need love. What she needed was something to pass the time, to satisfy the urges that she finds herself having. She would never fall in love. 

Wednesday didn’t care, not at all, she didn’t return your feelings so what issue is it if you try to move on with somebody else? She doesn’t care when, the next day, you quite obviously avoid even glancing in her direction. Keeping your eyes so far away it was as though she was an eclipse.

It definitely didn’t bother her to see you spending more and more time with Bianca over the following few days, laughing in her company and allowing her hand to linger on your arm. Anyone would imagine themselves crushing the offending hand with a hammer and some brute force - it didn’t mean anything. 

“Wednesday, go and talk to her.” Enid spoke with a nudge to her best friend’s arm. You were lingering in the hallway with Bianca and Yoko and Wednesday had barely taken her eyes off you. Enid saw the way she looked at you, longingly and in adoration, if only her best friend wasn’t so oblivious.

“Why would I do that?” She muttered in response, dragging her eyes away from where you laughed, leaning into Bianca’s side in a much too close fashion for Wednesday’s liking.

“Because you obviously care about her.”

“You’re delusional Enid, I think those nail polish fumes are getting to your brain.” 

“And you’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous, I just don’t see how she could’ve moved on so quickly.”

“I thought you weren’t an official thing?” Enid answered with a teasing smile, catching Wednesday in a little bit of her own logic. 

“We weren’t. I’m not like my parents, Enid. I don’t fall in love, I don’t get butterflies in my stomach or whatever other nauseating concepts you all like to babble about. It wasn’t anything, it was just casual.”

“People who don’t have feelings for somebody usually don’t stare down anybody who so much as puts an arm around them. Whether you like it or not, Wednesday Addams, you have been bitten by the love bug.” She grinned, a perfect contrast to the scowl on Wednesday’s face.

“I can assure you no insect has bitten me, I’d rather enjoy such a thing.” She muttered, crossing her arms in front of her chest in annoyance, a burning anger bubbling inside of her at the sight of your head leaning against Bianca’s arm as the three of you chatted.

“You laugh at the things she says-”

“I find her amusing.”

“You invited her to our dorm to watch movies.”

“We have the same taste.” 

“You let her read your manuscripts.”

“She’s one of the only intelligent people around here.” Wednesday shrugged.

“You know her coffee order, you bought her her favourite book, you let her meet your parents, you-”

“Enid. You may be my best friend but I am not immune to the annoyance of your incessant rambling.” She interrupted her with a raise of her hand.

“My point is, you have feelings for her. And they’re definitely not negative ones.” Enid returned with a smirk. “And you’re definitely jealous.” She added in a whisper. She expected an arguing retaliation, a comment on her being stupid or ‘too wrapped up in trying to witness a real life rom com’ as Wednesday had once labelled it. But instead she was met with quiet, seeing Wednesday intently looking behind her with her jaw clenched dangerously tightly and her hands balled into fists. 

She glanced over her shoulder to find you being pulled into a hug and turned back to the empty place that once held the body of her best friend. 

Thick soled black shoes clicked against the wooden hallway floor as Wednesday walked past her, nearing where you stood, oblivious to her approaching form. You weren’t aware of her presence until she grabbed your arm, yanking you away from the group as they just watched in a stunned silence as she dragged you away without a single word.

“Wednesday, what the fuck are you doing?” You asked her as the way her fingers grasped at your upper arm were bound to leave a mark behind, and you knew how much she enjoyed that. 

“I am sick of watching her put her hands all over you.” She hissed, dragging you through her door before slamming your back into it firmly with her hands on your waist. 

“You lost any right to give a shit the moment you walked away.” You returned in an equally angered tone, trying to fight against her strong hold of you. A hand made its way around your throat at your attempt to move.

“You’re mine. Nobody else is allowed to touch you. Only me.”

“And why the hell should I do as you say?”

“Because I broke the rule too.” She rushed out, hovering her lips over yours. “It has been brought to my knowledge that I’m actually in love with you.” Her breath was warm against you and you closed the space between you with a push of your lips against hers, reunited with more passion than before. 

It was an easy rhythm to fall back into after a few days apart, with her hands pushing beneath your shirt to feel your skin beneath her palms and yours pushing the jacket past her shoulders. 

She stepped backwards with her hold still on your waist, locking eyes with you with a small smile tugging at her lips which you returned until you reached her bed. She guided you onto your back, climbing on top of you to straddle your waist as she pulled her shirt over her head, ridding you of yours shortly after. 

Her lips kissed along your collarbone softer than they had before, teeth grazing your skin, licking tentatively across your neck with a bite and a suck to leave a mark behind. It was more tender than before but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to show who you belonged to,to let everyone see.

She reunited your lips once more, pushing her tongue past your lips along with slow and heated kisses. Your tongue flicked against hers only to be pushed with dominance whilst she smirked against you at the small whimper you let out. Everything about the kiss was intense, messy and palpable with little thought and precision, just two bodies moulded together in lust. 

Her hips pushed into yours, mindless grinding against one another with desperate attempts to relieve the aching feeling between your thighs. The way she pulled at the button of your jeans just showed how truly hungry she was for you, slipping her hand past the waistband of your underwear with a teasing fingertip sliding through your folds,

“God, Wednesday, touch me. Please, I need you.” You murmured into her mouth, it was as though she was addicted to the feeling of your lips moving with hers the way she wouldn’t pull away. It was different than before, less transactional, not something for a quick relief but something neither of you wanted to end.

She groaned into your mouth at how you felt around her fingers when she pushed them into your pussy, revelling in the warmth she’d missed as she began a steady pace, curling them into you perfectly whilst her kisses never wavered. 

It felt so good to be kissing you, letting herself feel everything she’d been trying to ignore. How she loves the flavour of your lip balm and how you play with the hairs at the nape of her neck when you hold her close. She let herself enjoy the way your teeth gently tug at her bottom lip and how you sound when you whimper into her mouth when her thumb rubs over your clit and how excited she gets when your hips buck in an attempt to chase your release because it lets her know just how good she makes you feel. 

She let herself feel, finally letting herself experience what is an act of love between two people and no longer just a casual fling - a quick fuck with a focus on pleasure before parting ways. 

Wednesday could feel you getting close, soaking her fingers while your hips matched the rhythm of her pushes into you and your nails dug into the skin of her back leaving crescent shapes behind. 

“I want to see you fall apart for me.” She spoke through her heavy breaths, breaking away from the kiss to look down at you and your parted swollen lips. Her cheeks were tinted pink and her eyes were even darker than their regular shade. Her hair was slightly ruffled from your hand and she looked at you with pure lust. The sight along with the fingers fucking into you was enough to bring you over the edge, clenching around her digits with a moan of pleasure and an arching of your back off of the bed. 

She watched you intently as you came down from your orgasm whilst she pushed her fingers past her lips, sucking your juices from her skin appreciatively until they were licked clean.

“Fuck, I love you, Wednesday Addams.” You breathed.

She greeted you with a rare large smile, immediately grabbing your face between her hands and smiling into the kiss she pressed to your lips. She loved you too and she’d spend the rest of the day showing you just how much. 

[oneshlut]

Hey!! I absolutely ADORE your writing, it makes me so happy!!! I happen to be a sucker for our favorite nerd, and you write super good for him! May i ask for general datting headcanons? Like what its like to date him???? Thank you!!!<3

A/N: ohhh, i was WAITING for this one!! i loveee dating hcs. i'm assuming you mean dr. flug, in which i am always happy to write for him! thank you so much for the request! im so happy you enjoy my works!! c: (also flug may be just a teensy bit autism-coded...)

The Doctor Is Out (Dr. Flug x Reader) [Headcanons]

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Summary: General Dr. Flug dating headcanons/What is dating Dr. Flug like?

You thought he was a nervous wreck before? You've never seen him on a date. Before a date, for that matter.

After asking you out to a museum that recently opened outside the Hat Island, he dragged himself to his room and.. screamed into his pillow. Leaving 5.0.5. decently concerned.

He paced around his lab, wracked with anxiety. Oh god, oh god--what is he going to do?! Did he still look alright?? He paused his anxious strides to look at himself in his full-body mirror that he practically pulled out of nowhere. I guess he looked alright-? Or did he need to change his shirt again? Oh--crap he should probably take off his gloves.. or should he? He's always had normally sweaty hands, not including his nerves getting the best of him.. Yeah, the gloves are staying on.

Not to mention how Demencia is teasing him every minute she gets while Flug is writing out a plan. Yeah, you heard me right, this faceless man has an entire 24-step written plan for this date. He can't go without a plan, right? He doesn't want to mess up in front of you, either..

Some ridiculous, unreasonable, irrational part of him thinks maybe you won't show up. Obviously, he doesn't know any better to know how much you love him. Then again, if he knew, I don't think he'd last.

The museum went way better than he expected! There just happened to be a jet plane exhibit, and suddenly his 24-step plan has made its way to a nearby trash can. Don't get me wrong, his nerves were definitely still there, and not going anywhere anytime soon. He was just glad that he didn't draw you away with his possibly unending rambling about different types of aircraft.

The two of you stayed in the museum until it closed at 4 p.m. The time seemed to fly by, and at some point during the date you had held his hand. Poor Flug was too distracted, that he only noticed your interlocked hands when the both of you were leaving the building. He's blushing like a maniac now. As if the red tint on his face couldn't get any worse, before you left, you kissed him on his cheek. You kissed him on his cheek. His bones turned to ice, frozen in place. Later that night, he couldn't get his mind off of you. He's not washing his bag for a while. Not like he washed it in the first place.

So, you two are dating! In a relationship! Dr. Flug refuses to believe it, but every morning kinda forces him to. Though, sometimes he gets a bit overwhelmed with the attention, so when this happens, you give him the day to compose himself again.

He's happy with the attention, though! More than happy, he's honestly never received such affection before and.. he enjoys it.

Some days, you'll just have hang-out dates! For example, Dr. Flug is undergoing a heavy project and asks you to come over for comfort. He'll even ask you for help with his experiments from time to time! Don't worry, he wouldn't involve you in anything too dangerous, he's not cruel. Well, not to you..

If we're talking about Dr. Flug here, at least one date has to go wrong. Thankfully, it's almost never his fault. He's, unfortunately, slightly popular with heroes. Not that he, himself, as a villain is popular, but rather him being known under the Blackhat name has drawn in some unwanted attention from heroes.

What does this mean for the two of you? Well, worst case scenario, a hero has such a huge grudge against Flug that they are determined to ruin your date. According to Dr. Flug, there's only a 1.117% chance of this happening, so you shouldn't have to worry too much.

Afterwards, he feels horrible that your date went to crap. He apologizes profusely, even if you forgive him in the first place, he'll continue to feel bad. All he wants is for you to be happy, and it feels like he's failed you. But the fact that you're still here with him is more than enough proof that you're far from giving up on him, if ever.

On days where you would stay inside with him, whether it be a stormy night or just a long day for you, sometimes he'd turn around from whatever he was working on when you don't respond to him, and he'll find you resting peacefully next to 5.0.5. The sight warms his heart, as he moves to grab a blanket for you, and dims the lights in his lab slightly.

With you asleep, and now with him and nothing to work on, he now has time to think. And for some reason, no thoughts come to him. Surprising to his usually busy brain.

One thought came to him, eventually. Watching you rest soundly in the now dim-lighted room, your chest lifting up and down with your soft breaths, made him realize how lucky he truly is.

Then, he came up with an idea. He didn't want your dreaming to be disturbed, did he? He grabbed a piece of notepaper, tape, and a marker. Opening his door slightly, he taped up the scratch-made sign titled:

"The Doctor is Out"

[piplup335]

Medkit & reader who is Subspace’s sibling!

first request by @subspacekisser1, sorry if this is out of character! ;-; I’m new to Phighting 😭

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The low murmur of customers added to the relaxing atmosphere of Slingshot’s Café. The two of you just completed a long and intense phight, and Medkit sat next to you, quietly sipping from a cup of black coffee.

In his opinion, any of the SFOTH deities showing up during a phight can and will always be a pain in the arse- and it just so happened that Firebrand showed up. His team wasn't the brightest, too…

"Skateboard, watch out. Your knee and elbow guards won't save you from third-degree burns, and neither will they save you from your medical bills.”

“Relax, Medkit! What’s the worst that can happpen?”

As he skated on to harass the enemy Biograft, a star-shaped symbol appeared on the ground in front of him.

It was orange. Orange…like blazing flames. Flames that could only come from one deity…

"Skateboard, watch your-"

Medkit was cut off by a yell from Skateboard as a column of fire shot up directly underneath him.

"-step...gosh, I don't get paid enough for this.”

Running towards Skateboard, Medkit was about to prepare a crystal to heal Skateboard’s burns when a panicked scream could be heard.

Boombox had been backed into a corner by a column of fire. He still got hit somehow, and now the opposing Biograft was charging towards the injured Boombox like a raging bull, swinging its energy swords as its eyes, despite being a robot, held some sort of bloodlust in its orange glow.

Medkit sighed. This will be annoying, he thought.

Using a crystal to heal Skateboard, Medkit used his free hand and prepared more crystals to teleport to Boombox. In the corner of Medkit’s eye, he caught a glimpse of light shining against tinted glass. Quickly dropping to the ground, Medkit barely avoided Hyperlaser’s shot, his helmet giving away his position and acting as Medkit’s saving grace.

Weaving between Hyperlaser’s relentless attacks and Firebrand’s flames was chicken feet compared to dealing with one person and one person alone.

Subspace.

And it just so happened that he was on the opposing team.

“Come on, Meddy!! Let’s have some fun, shall we?!”

Oh, dear Illumina…

Because of this, he was exhausted, and collapsed on a nearby bench once the phight was over. You had to drag him up yourself- he was too tired to get off.

Now, here you two were, sipping your drinks at Slingshot’s Café, watching demons pace back and forth between different shops, either running errands or just strolling around to enjoy the crisp air.

Medkit seemed to be lost in thought, however. He drank his black coffee silently, staring into space, not saying a word. Usually, when you two hung out like this after a phight, Medkit would occasionally start some small talk…but today was different. His eyes were glazed over, and you couldn’t help but notice something was off.

You were about to wave a hand in front of Medkit’s eyes to catch his attention and make sure he’s okay when he suddenly turned to you, his expression slightly more serious than usual.

“(Y/n), I am a bit concerned pertaining to you.”

You glanced at him, confused. What happened? Why was he concerned? This was uncommon, too. Medkit, the meticulous doctor who would always plan everything three steps ahead, being concerned about you?

You nodded- a sign for him to go on.

Medkit took a deep breath and, after a brief pause, continued.

“Subspace is on the opposing team. You of all people should be the most familiar as to what he is capable of, all of his malicious acts…yet you still hold back against him. You stop yourself. I see the doubt, the split second where you decide whether or not to attack him. I’ve also noticed that this applies to him and him alone, no matter who else we’re fighting against.

So I must ask…why do you hesitate?”

You tense up, not knowing how to respond. You can feel Medkit’s expectant gaze on you, silently coercing a satisfactory answer from you.

You knew that the only satisfactory answer would be the truth…but the truth would be too painful for Medkit to accept.

This was not how you wanted him to find out.

Regardless, you knew that with how much detail he paid to the most trivial of tasks, he’d find out sooner or later.

Better sooner than later, anyway.

You sighed, prepared to face whatever came next.

“Medkit…the truth is…Subspace is my brother.”

At your words, Medkit froze. Out of all the possible reasons and responses you could have gave him, this was not one of them. He had no idea…one of his best friends, the sibling of his sworn enemy? Impossible…

He gingerly sat his cup of black coffee onto the saucer, making a soft clink.

“You can’t be serious…? You knew what he did to me…and yet you never bothered to tell me that he was your brother?”

Things weren’t playing out in your favour here…

“I’m sorry, Medkit. I never wanted you to find out this way…but it’s the truth.”

Medkit stared at you, his usually stoic face now containing a plethora of emotion…all conveying a single emotion- horror. He felt absolute revulsion. How could his friend, who had been with him through thick and thin, be related to the very person who ripped out his eye? But then again, deep down…he didn’t want to change his perception of you. You were who you were, not Subspace. You weren’t Subspace. You never treated him harshly, like nothing more than a lab assistant…you treated him like a genuine friend. You showed care towards him, care which he never experienced in Blackrock…

Medkit glanced down at his half-finished cup of coffee. His reflection stared back at him, his only remaining eye speaking thousands of words. The eyes were the windows to the soul, he knew, and his one remaining eye conveyed not only consternation and hatred…but also sadness and betrayal. Why didn’t you tell him sooner? Did you worry about his reaction?

Did you not trust him enough?

You waved a hand in front of Medkit, trying to get his attention.

“Medkit…? You alright…?”

Medkit quietly rested his head on the edge of the table, sighing quietly.

“I’m fine. It’s just…an old and unresolved conflict.”

You knew what he was talking about- the incident with Subspace. Your best friend’s mortal enemy was your brother. But a friend’s a friend, and no matter how much people say that family comes first, you’d always prioritise Medkit’s safety- he was your best friend and stuck with you every step of the way.

“…it’s fine, I’ll make sure Subspace doesn’t hurt you, alright, Meds?”

Medkit knew Subspace having an easier shot at hurting him was only a small portion of the issue- he’d been through that for too long anyway, and he was used to it. The real issue was the shock that came with finding out his best friend was related to his sworn enemy.

Nevertheless, he knew he could count on you.

“…alright, (Y/n). I trust you.”

-

and first req done! thanks again for requesting! sry for the delay btw, I had sch work to do ;-;

[jikupikus]

Swansea briefly looks at Daisuke before standing up, eyes carding back up to Jimmy.

“Don’t think for one instance I believe Curly crashed the ship, Jimmy,” Swansea says suddenly.

Jimmy’s heart drops.

Daisuke nearly chokes on his food, the atmosphere tense and threatening. He doesn’t look up from the table, shoulders hiking to his ears.

“I don’t have proof, so it’s a baseless accusation. I don’t trust your word one bit, co-pilot. You are a slimefuck dickhead,” Swansea spits venomously. “And ironically the closest to the cockpit who lies through clenched teeth. I’ve been around long enough to know Curly. Out of character. I’ve also been riding along this company long enough to sniff out pieces of shit like a narcmutt searching for drugs, Jimmy. Don’t think for one goddamn instance I’m not watching your every move. Slip once and I’ll be there to break your fall.”

He says it in one haughty breath, not missing a beat, each word unrepentant and sharp.

Daisuke drops his spoon, pulling his head up to Swansea who stands tall, arms hanging by his side with clenched fists. He twists around in his seat, wide brown eyes now staring at Jimmy as he gaps like a fish out of water.

Jimmy’s hands will not stop trembling as his back prickles, ashamed and humiliated. He has never been the one to handle negative attention well. He has always hung on the outskirts of the spotlight and for good reason.

Curly weighs in the back of his mind; Curly with a good rapport.

Curly who is a good, benevolent captain. Jimmy feels like he’s about to throw up.

“Curly tried to kill us all b-because he didn’t want– he wanted to escape us! He felt like we were holding him back!” Jimmy defends himself. “I thought I knew Curly just as well as you– I did. We were at each other’s hip. It disgusts me that you’d– you’d accuse me of pulling the strings in his operation.”

Daisuke shakily sighs, holding his hands up as if to placate the two.

“W-we’re all stressed, guys. It will not do us any good to be at each other’s throats”–

Swansea cuts him off with a short laugh.

“Stressed. Yeah, kid. You’re right. Expect me to apologize, now? Sorry, Jimmy for being an asshole.” Swansea doesn’t mean it.

“I’m just saying that we– meaning you and I, boss– we don’t know what happened. Only Curly does. He can tell us the truth. He can tell us if he … he tried to…” Daisuke has difficulty saying the word kill as if he couldn’t believe it himself. “He got the worst of his actions, if he did it. We are alive. That’s what matters, yeah? We shouldn’t– we should uhm, we should have each other’s back. It’s. It’s a rough time for us all.”

[ivy-elle]

Crimson Red Ends

Childe x Reader

Summary: Childe’s End comes sooner than expected, but as no surprise. There’s just one last phone call he has to make...

 Warnings: Hurt/No comfort, sad fluff, character death

Tartaglia - one of the most promising prodigies of the Fatui, famed to be invincible and menacing on the battlefield - is lying amongst the bodies of people he once considered his comrades.

It has been a trap.

Treason to be exact.

Emerged from the very inner circle of the Fatui to overthrow everything they stood for. Everything they’ve built up. Everything they’ve accomplished.

Bloodthirsty and never one to turn down a challenge, especially of this calibre, Childe did what he does best - fight. Of course, it came as no surprise to him that in the end victory was in his hands. Of course, he won.

But as it’s the rule of the world, everything has its price. And thus, it is now Childe’s turn to pay.

In the end, it doesn’t even matter anymore what he once believed he could handle. The blood leaking out of his body is telling its own story of consequences.  

How interesting, he thinks, to be on the receiving end of this game.

Childe’s pride is glowing. Not even in the moment of betrayal did his skills waver, still as outstanding, still fulfilling his role as the prodigy of the Fatui.

There is just one last thing he would not be able to defeat. Not this time.

His bloody, trembling hands reach for the phone somewhere in his pocket. Eyes too weak to fully open, but this number is burnt into his brain. Just muscle memories.

It doesn’t ring long.

“Oh, thank heavens, Childe! I’ve been running through all the worst-case scenarios. Where the hell are you?”

At the sound of your voice Childe’s lips curve into a soft, affectionate smile, yet tinged with exhaustion. He manages to stabilize his voice as much as possible, taking a shaking, painful breath. “Hey, sweetheart.” 

Grateful not to the Archons, nor the heavens, but rather to whatever power exists out there, that allowed him to hear your voice. At least just once more.

“Childe?”

Your voice shakes him from his half-slumber. “Yeah… I’m here, sorry. What have you been up to all day? Bet it was boring all without your amazing boyfriend.”

He can nearly picture you frowning in confusion, gathering, that something isn’t quite right. 

“I-yeah. It kinda was. But where exactly are you?”

However, Childe is barely registering the meaning of your words anymore, solely the sound of your voice is all it needs for his mind to start slipping away. You’ve always had this effect to make him feel lighter.

“Do you remember when we visited the Lantern Festival in…” This city - with all those blinding lights. “-in Liyue?”

“Of course I do, we do that every year. But what has-”

“It was the first time you agreed to go on an actual date with me.” He lets out a weary laugh, grimacing at the burning ache it induces somewhere in his body. He can’t pinpoint where exactly.

A shaky breath on the other line.

Then, “Because you wanted to have your ‘romantic moment’ at all costs and light up a lantern with me.”

Again, Childe smiles fondly at the memories. “That’s right, sweets.” His eyes close for a moment and suddenly it turns harder to open them once more. “You know what else?”

Silence.

These quiet seconds that follow almost convince him his time has already passed. But then, he hears a shaky breath through the speaker, followed by a voice, tight with emotion. “What else?”

“To this day, you were the best thing that happened to me. I don’t know what swayed the universe to such mercy…”

This time his eyes close for more than just a moment and even the silence between the both of you lingers on. A certain dullness settles in your soul.

“Childe- how… how bad is it?”

Ah. Ever the clever one. “What? Can a man not tell… tell his love that he- that I love you?”

Somewhere, he registers a sob, but for the life of him, he can’t tell if it's from the phone or his own reaction. Childe’s senses are fading, and so is his consciousness.

“Where are you?”

“I’m so sorry.” The words tumble out of him in a quiet breath. He realizes that he hasn't said that often enough. Realizes that there are too many things he hasn’t said often enough. Or at all. Too many things he has to be sorry for. Heavens, how he wished to-

“Ajax, please. Please, tell me where you are. I will find you or- or I’ll call over some of the other-”

A wry laugh escapes him. He can’t help the irony. “I’d love to see the look on their faces when they realize what happened.”

How they had been betrayed by their very own people. “I know you’ve tried to warn me about it, to stop me. I should’ve listened more, I guess. Though I doubt I would’ve acted any differently. So, it’s not your fault, alright?”

“You idiot. You bloody- I’m gonna haunt your ass, you hear me?!”

Ajax chuckles. “Seems there’s something I can look forward to then.”

He registers a tear-strained chuckle. And oh, how he longs to make you laugh properly one more time. Then he hears the sound of his own voice just letting his loose thoughts sway out...

“Guess I overestimated myself, huh? Wow, who would have thought. Conquering the world has a high price. It’s interesting… to say the least. I really did lose everything, didn’t I? Including you.”

“You didn’t lose me.”

“We never got the right timing, did we? I just… wish. I …just wish…”

“Me too. It’s alright. I understand.” 

'I understand.' You always understand. Maybe that was your very own doom in the end.

Ajax tries to gather his thoughts a little. “Before I… forget.” And when he takes his next shallow breath, there’s barely any pain. “Katerina will transmit you the… the Mora. Everything I have. Just my family… please.”

Meanwhile, you are trying your best to hold it together. To leave him these last moments… to have these last moments with him, too.

Your voice cracks when you speak, and it takes another attempt before the words finally leave your mouth. “Of course. Your family will be fine. I promise.”

You hear a weak, but relieved breath. “Will… you?”

Will you be fine? Without him in this world? Without his dumb jokes and cheesy flirts and the tendeer side he only brought out for people he cared about? Without his protective nature and his hugs and laughter that always bringsyou back from your own dark places? Without your partner in crime?

Would you be okay without your other half?

Somehow, with whatever power is left inside you, you manage a smile, one he can’t even see. 

“Someday, maybe.”

“Promise?” he asks and your grip on the phone tightens.

“I promise.”

You lied. 

He knew. Now it’s all ending how it once began. He is falling into the unknown.

When the silence keeps on for too long you speak again. "Ajax? I love you, alright? You hear me?”

The other end stays silent.

Thank you so much for reading! Comments and reblogs are so appreciated <3

[itendtothinkalot]

enough is enough!

summary: after being evicted from ur house, u move in with ur best friend yeonjun...who was also ur ex...things get a little wild after u realised that ur ex is a slob!! anger gets to the best of the two of u so he suggests ~something spicy~ to end the fighting! friends w benefits...but.........someones always bound to get hurt right?

genre: suggestive, no smut rly

characters: soobin x f!reader, fwb!yeonjun x f!reader, friends!txt

words: 8059

warnings: kinda suggestive! mentions of sex!!!

a/n: based on a himym ep i just watched hehe lol

“And you’re sure you’re okay with me moving in?” you asked, glancing up at Yeonjun, a hint of hesitation in your voice. 

“Yeah, come on, it’ll be fun! Just like old times,” he grinned, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

“The old times? You mean when we were dating?” you said, rolling your eyes, half-amused, half-wary.

“Y’know, some people, knowingly Taehyun, might call this a bad idea, but we’re friends. Best friends even,” he insisted, emphasising the last part with a confident nod.

“I just don’t want anything to happen between us,” you confessed, your voice tinged with a quiet concern.

“And it won’t.”

“Promise?”

Yeonjun nodded earnestly, “Promise.”

That promise lasted a month and a half before the two of you started getting on each other’s nerves. 

To you, Yeonjun was the biggest slob on Earth—leaving small wrappers scattered around the living room, dirty cups abandoned on the coffee table, and worst of all, never using a coaster, a pet peeve that drove you mad.

On the other hand, from Yeonjun’s perspective, you were just as annoying—finishing the last bit of cereal without replacing it, taking the last of the milk and leaving the jug empty, and never bothering to replace the toilet roll. To him, it was like living with a miniature hurricane of small, infuriating habits.

“Fuck!” he groaned, yelling your name, marching out of the kitchen with the empty milk jug in hand. He shoved it in front of you, irritation evident on his face, while you sat on the couch, absorbed in your laptop, trying to catch up on work.

“Oh, like you didn’t leave a whole bunch of disgusting, unwashed cups on the coffee table that I had to clean last night?” you shot back, barely glancing up, your tone sharp with annoyance.

“You wanna play that game? Fine,” he huffed, folding his arms. “What about the Lucky Charms you polished off yesterday? Where’s the replacement you promised to get after work?”

And just like that, the bickering began. It didn’t make sense; the two of you dated a year or two ago, and back then, you practically lived at his place without any issues. You never fought like this. In fact, the relationship had ended on good terms, simply because you both wanted different things in life—no drama, no animosity.

Despite its short span of a year, you’d always considered it a successful relationship, one that left no lingering bitterness. But now, living together as friends, the constant arguing felt strange, like you were suddenly strangers, navigating a new and messy dynamic you never expected.

“STOP!” you yelled, cutting off Yeonjun’s rant mid-sentence. You were partly tired of listening to him, but mostly just eager to get back to your work. “We need to stop.”

“I know. This is getting exhausting,” Yeonjun agreed, his voice softer now, the frustration giving way to weariness. “You’re my best friend. I don’t want us fighting over stupid stuff like this.”

“We dated before. We lived together. And we never fought like this,” you pointed out, confusion lacing your words.

“I know…” Yeonjun sighed, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. “You know what it is?”

“What?”

“It’s the sex,” he said, almost too casually.

“What?”

“It’s the physical intimacy. It cancels out all this crap,” he explained, gesturing to the empty milk jug still on the counter.

You laughed, a mix of disbelief and amusement. “You’re joking.”

“Think about it!” he pressed, his tone playful yet surprisingly sincere. “Really…Think about it.”

Part of you wanted to dismiss it as sheer stupidity, but another part of you couldn’t help but acknowledge the truth in his words. Maybe it really was the physical intimacy that had always smoothed over the little annoyances, melting away any potential anger before it even started.

“So, what are you saying? We should have sex so we wouldn’t be fighting?” you teased, a playful grin spreading across your face.

Yeonjun chuckled, shaking his head. “Of course not! I was just making an observation.”

An awkward silence settled between you as the reality of the conversation hung in the air. You exchanged a glance, both unsure of what to make of this odd suggestion.

“That’s such a crazy idea,” you said, breaking the silence, though your voice wavered between disbelief and something else—something far more tempting.

You weren’t sure how it happened, but within minutes, you and Yeonjun had stumbled into the bedroom, pulled together by a sudden, undeniable desperation. His lips crashed against yours, and soon the two of you were tangled in an all-too-familiar routine you hadn’t revisited in over a year.

An hour later, you lay side by side, your bodies still pressed close, skin against skin, the weight of what had just happened settling in.

“Well… I definitely didn’t think I’d be doing that with you today,” you laughed, still catching your breath.

Yeonjun smirked, raising an eyebrow. “You’ve learned some new moves, haven’t you?”

“So have you, good sir!” you scoffed, playfully shoving his shoulder, but your cheeks flushed with warmth.

A pause lingered as you both stared at the ceiling, the air thick with unspoken thoughts.

“So…” Yeonjun began, his voice trailing off.

“So…” you echoed, not quite sure how to finish the sentence, but feeling the weight of everything that had shifted between you.

“Listen, if we’re gonna do this, then we’re gonna do it right. No feelings involved. This is purely just to keep our friendship intact.” Yeonjun said firmly, laying down the ground rules as he sat up in bed.

You nodded in agreement. “Of course. And we keep it a secret.”

“No one should, or will, know,” Yeonjun reiterated, his tone serious.

“But I do,” a voice interrupted.

Both of your heads snapped toward the door, where Taehyun stood, eyes wide with shock, clutching a bucket of popcorn like he was watching the most dramatic twist of a movie.

“What are you doing here?!” you and Yeonjun yelled in unison, scrambling to pull up the sheets.

“It’s movie night,” Taehyun replied, still stunned but clearly amused. “But it appears I’m in the movie.”

“What’s with all the screami—GOODNESS. COVER UP!” Beomgyu yelled, his face turning red as he stumbled backward, eyes wide at the sight of you and Yeonjun tangled up in bed.

“We are!” Yeonjun shot back, yanking the sheets higher. “The door was locked!”

“I have a key,” Beomgyu smirked, dangling it tauntingly.

“So, what is this? Are you guys back together or something? Should we pop the champagne?” he teased, then turned to Kai. “Also, you owe me 20 bucks, Kai.”

“Aw man,” Kai grumbled, reluctantly fishing into his pocket for his wallet.

“No!” you shouted, still clutching the blanket to your chest. “No one is getting back together.”

“So what is this, then?” Beomgyu asked, gesturing dramatically at the two of you, confusion and amusement mingling on his face.

“We’re just… under an agreement,” Yeonjun explained, though his voice wavered slightly under the weight of the stares.

“An agreement?” Taehyun raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms. “What kind of messed-up agreement is this?”

“Hey, this isn’t all that bad!” Yeonjun defended, trying to lighten the tension. “We might be pioneers!”

“Pioneers?” Kai scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I hardly think sleeping with your ex-girlfriend is groundbreaking news.”

The two of you were abruptly yanked out of bed, barely given a moment to gather yourselves. Taehyun tossed a large shirt at you, his expression stern.

“We need to talk.”

“We don’t need to talk. This is between Yeonjun and me,” you snapped back, pulling the oversized shirt over your half-naked body.

Taehyun was your best friend. You were the closest to him among the rest of them. He was fiercely protective, with your stupidity, you needed someone like him.

“And what happens between you and Yeonjun affects the rest of us,” Taehyun argued, his frustration palpable.

You hated to admit that what Taehyun said was right. The six of you were obnoxiously close and you didn’t want anything bad to happen to any of you.

“It’ll be fine. We have rules,” you insisted, trying to brush off his concern.

“And what are those rules?” Taehyun seethed, his teeth clenched in worry. “I just don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

“Yeonjun and I are perfectly fine. We’re completely over each other,” you assured him, but your words felt more like a defensive shield than the truth.

You couldn’t see it, but Taehyun did. The tension, the complicated history, and the fragile boundaries were a recipe for disaster. Because in situations like this, no matter the promises or the rules, someone always got hurt.

Maybe it wouldn’t be you or Yeonjun but Taehyun was sure someone would be.

“What’s with the urgent text? I was in the middle of doing laundry and got SOS-ed by Kai,” Soobin announced as he walked in, his tall frame filling the doorway, looking bewildered.

All eyes turned to the newest arrival, and the room fell silent, tension hanging thick in the air. Soobin glanced around, his confusion growing as he took in the scene.

“YEONJUN AND HER ARE FUCKING!” Kai blurted out, shattering the awkward silence with his loud declaration.

“KA—” you and Yeonjun shouted in unison, your faces flushing with embarrassment and frustration.

Soobin turned his gaze toward the two of you, his expression a mix of shock and confusion. 

“Come again?” he asked, clearly struggling to process the chaos unfolding before him. His emotions were unreadable, adding another layer of tension to the already fraught situation.

“That’s amazing!” Soobin exclaimed, a wide grin spreading across his face. “That’s so cool!”

The others looked at him– confused.

“You’re joking, right?” Kai mumbled.

“At least someone in our group is finally getting some!” Soobin laughed and walked into the kitchen.

As Soobin and Taehyun headed toward the kitchen,the rest of you stayed in the room bickering about the incident.

And cue…the certain someone, Taehyun thought.

“You’re hurt,” Taehyun said quietly.

“What?” Soobin looked up, puzzled.

“You still have feelings for her, don’t you?” Taehyun pressed, his tone soft but insistent.

“No. I don’t. Did you not see me being all nonchalant about her having sex with my best friend?” Soobin’s words tumbled out in a rush. “That was me being nonchalant. I’m happy about it. I’m really, really happy.”

“You came to my apartment last week just to tell me you couldn’t get her out of your head,” Taehyun said.

“And those feelings are gone,” Soobin insisted, pouring himself a glass of champagne and downing it in one swift gulp. “I lost a LOL game to Beomgyu that day so maybe I was just drunk and emotional.”

“See, I didn’t mention anything about feelings.” Taehyun outwitted Soobin.

“You’re being an asshole.”

“And you’re projecting,” Taehyun replied, not convinced.

“Y’know, Taehyun, you might be a psychology major but you’re not a mind reader. So could you just take a seat? Maybe chill and not overanalyze my feelings. I’m fine! I’m better than fine. I’m happy for him. He’s getting some—like we all should.”

“Soobin—” Taehyun started to protest.

“I’m fine,” Soobin reiterated, cutting him off. 

Yeonjun and you settled on the sofa, facing the four of them who were perched on beanbags, their eyes fixed on you with a mix of curiosity and concern.

“So, how long has this been going on?” Taehyun asked as he sunk himself into the beanbag right next to Huening, his tone still probing.

“Literally just an hour ago,” you replied with a sigh, feeling exasperated by your overprotective, nosy friends.

“And do the two of you have feelings for each other?” Beomgyu pressed, leaning forward with interest.

“No!” Yeonjun sighed, his frustration evident. “We don’t.”

“So the both of you really think sex is the best solution to your little roommate issue?” Soobin raised an eyebrow, clearly sceptical.

“Well… it’s an idea,” Yeonjun replied slowly, his tone more thoughtful than convincing.

“It’s just… it’ll be fine! I’m sure of it!” you insisted, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

The following days were tough for Soobin.

Day 1

"Guess what?" Yeonjun threw an arm around Soobin's shoulders, grinning wide. "She forgot to get a replacement box of cereal, but don’t worry—I got something even sweeter in return." He added a playful wink.

"Haha, good one!" Soobin replied with a forced smile. "If you’ll excuse me." He stood up and walked out of the bar.

As he stepped onto the empty street, Soobin tried to hold it together. Once he was sure he was alone, he let out a loud scream of frustration, the sound echoing in the quiet night. Turning around, he noticed a man staring at him oddly.

“Sorry.”

Day 2

"One minute she's yelling that I'm taking too long in the shower, and the next, she jumps right in!" Yeonjun chuckled.

"That's... that's great," Soobin said, forcing a grin and giving Yeonjun a hearty pat on the back—maybe a little too hearty.

"Ouch! Dude, have you been hitting the gym?" Yeonjun winced.

"Yeah, something like that," Soobin replied with a tight smile. "If you’ll excuse me."

He stepped out into the same alleyway and let out a loud scream of frustration. 

Day 3

“Sorry, I’m late. Guess who forgot to wash the damn cups again,” Yeonjun chuckled, shaking his head in mock frustration. He then took a seat next to Kai, who had started talking animatedly about something that happened at work.

Before Soobin could retreat to the familiar alleyway to release his frustration, Taehyun grabbed his arm, pulling him back.

“I’m not about to let you disappear into the alley just to let out a horrifying scream, we can all hear you by the way.” Taehyun said firmly. 

“You can?” Soobin’s cheeks pinked.

“Yes. It’s embarrassing.”

“Oh.”

It’s clear you still like her. You could put an end to this.”

“I don’t like her,” Soobin sighed, frustration evident in his voice.

“Yes, you do.”

“No, I don’t!”

“Yes, you do!”

“I don’t like her!”

“Who are we talking about?” you asked, popping up behind the two of them, causing Taehyun to jump and let out a startled scream.

“No one,” the two of them replied in unison.

You raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Sure. Hey Soobin, can you help me with something at the apartment?”

Soobin’s tone was almost bitter as he responded, “You can’t ask Yeonjun to help you?” It was clear that something was bothering him.

“Oh, I just…” you said, hurt flashing in your eyes. “I’m sorry, I’ll ask Beomgyu then.”

Seeing the hurt in your eyes, Soobin immediately felt a pang of regret. His heart ached at the thought of having hurt you.

“I’m sorry. I just… had a bad day at work. Of course, I’ll help you.”

You hesitated, your voice careful, “I don’t want to bother you.”

“You never have,” Soobin said, his smile genuine and warm.

You returned his smile, feeling a wave of relief and warmth. “Thanks, Soobin. I really appreciate it.”

“C’mon,” Soobin said, extending a hand toward you. “Let’s get this done.”

As you both walked out of the bar and made your way to the apartment, the earlier tension began to fade. The familiar route was only a five-minute walk, and the comforting rhythm of your footsteps helped soothe the day’s frustrations.

Once inside the apartment, you turned to Soobin with a hesitant expression. “So… I have an assignment due next week, and it’s something I don’t even want to bring up in front of the other guys.”

“Oh, what is it about?” Soobin asked, curiosity piqued.

“Well, uh… it’s conducting an interview…” Your voice trailed off, and you looked away, clearly embarrassed by the following words.

“About?”

“Here,” you said, handing him a folder. “I can’t read it out loud.”

Soobin took the folder and read the assignment quietly to himself. “Conduct an interview with someone you’ve known that you admire.”

He glanced up at you, a mixture of surprise and understanding in his eyes. “So, who are you thinking of interviewing?”

You looked at him, laughing softly, “Uh– you actually.”

Soobin blinked in surprise, his expression shifting to one of genuine curiosity and a hint of flattery. “Me? Really?”

You nodded, smiling warmly. “Yeah. You’re always so strong. I mean, you cry a lot, but you’re strong. You show your emotions and you’re honest about how you feel. It’s one of the things I really like about you.”

Soobin gulped, feeling a rush of nervousness. His heart raced faster than it ever had. Though the two of you were close, most of your conversations were light-hearted and filled with jokes. Even deep talks typically involved the rest of the group. But this—this was an intimate moment, a conversation that felt deeply personal.

He was locking away the realization of his feelings for you, feelings he had only recently admitted to himself and discussed with Taehyun.

“I—uh...” Soobin’s words stumbled as he tried to process the unexpected compliment.

“It’s weird to hear nice things about yourself,” you said, your voice gentle. “But you should still know.”

Soobin’s cheeks reddened, a faint blush spreading across his face. “You’re really something else,” he said.

“So, uh… the interview?” you asked, trying to lighten the mood. “You’re okay with it? You’re kinda my last hope before I move on to Beomgyu.”

Soobin laughed, the tension easing as he replied, “Yeah, I’m cool with it.”

The mood lightened, and soon the two of you were caught up in laughter, exchanging funny stories like one in particular where Beomgyu fell off his bike and peed in his pants. 

As the laughter died down, you noticed an eyelash on Soobin’s cheek, fluttering near his eye. “Wait, you’ve got an eyelash,” you said, reaching up instinctively. “Hold still.”

Soobin stilled, his eyes focused on you as you leaned in closer, carefully brushing the eyelash off his face. Your fingers lingered for a moment longer than necessary, your touch soft against his skin. As you pulled back, your faces were mere inches apart, the playful atmosphere suddenly shifting into something deeper.

You both froze, eyes locking. The world around you seemed to fade away, and all you could focus on was the softness of his gaze and the sudden, undeniable pull between you. Soobin’s breath hitched, his eyes flickering to your lips, the playful smile now replaced by something more intense.

Without thinking, Soobin leaned in, his hand gently cupping the back of your head. Your heart raced as you found yourself mirroring his movement, tilting your head slightly, drawn to him like a magnet. Your breaths mingled, and the proximity was dizzying—your lips were just a breath away from meeting when—

The door burst open, and Taehyun barged in, his voice loud and casual. “Hey, Soobin, did you see the—oh.” He stopped dead, taking in the scene before him, his eyes widening in surprise.

Soobin jumped back, clearing his throat awkwardly as the moment shattered. You quickly stepped away, your cheeks flushing in embarrassment as Taehyun stared at the two of you, completely oblivious to the intimate moment he’d just interrupted.

Day 4

Yeonjun sighed and sprawled out on the sofa, looking unusually restless. “I’m bored,” he said, glancing over at you with an exaggerated pout.

“What does that have to do with me?” you asked, your eyes fixed on the screen as you typed away.

“Well, we could…” Yeonjun began, his tone playful and full of mischief, a glint in his eye suggesting he had something entertaining in mind.

“Don’t even think about it. I’m in the zone,” you replied, waving a hand dismissively while remaining focused on your work.

“I wasn’t saying anything.” Yeonjun shrugged, but then his face lit up with a sudden realization. “Oh shit, I’m late for work!” He jumped up from the sofa, hurriedly grabbing his bag from the floor and shoving his phone into his pocket. “I’ll get going!”

“Sure! Be safe!” you called out, barely glancing up.

Yeonjun paused at the door, a spontaneous impulse catching him. He dashed back to you, leaned in, and pressed his lips against yours in a quick, unexpected kiss. “Bye!” he said, before rushing out the door.

You stood there, your eyes widening in surprise and confusion, “Oh no.”

From just outside the door, Yeonjun’s voice came back, sounding almost comically distressed, “Oh no.”

Day 5

“And I kissed her,” Yeonjun’s frustration was evident as he recounted the awkward incident to Soobin, who was barely able to hide his jealousy. Soobin’s expression tightened, his jaw clenched as he tried to mask his emotions.

“So you like her?” Soobin asked, his voice laced with a hint of fear, not quite sure if he wanted to hear the answer.

“No! I just… I think maybe it was just leftover reflexes from when we were dating,” Yeonjun said, shrugging as if trying to convince himself more than Soobin.

“You know what? I think it’s the perfect time to end this little arrangement,” Soobin said, wincing slightly. “She might get the wrong idea, and you definitely don’t want that, do you?”

“Oh, fuck no!” Yeonjun shook his head quickly. “We’re better off as friends. Sure, she’s funny, pretty, and not gonna lie, she’s almost animalistic in bed, it’s like sh—”

“I don’t really need or want to know,” Soobin cut him off, shaking his head in discomfort.

“Oh right. But yeah…we’re just better off as friends.” Yeonjun trailed off, lost in thought. “I gotta end it.”

—------

“It was weird! Are you kidding me?” you sighed, pacing back and forth, your mind racing. “It felt like incest.”

“Incest is a harsh word considering the two of you literally fuck all the time.”

“Right…”

Taehyun watched you with a knowing look, arms crossed as he leaned against the wall. “Well, end it! I told you—this wasn’t a good idea.”

You stopped in your tracks, frustration boiling over, but beneath it was something you didn’t want to admit—how much the almost-kiss with Soobin had affected you. You replayed the moment in your mind: the way Soobin looked at you, the way your heart fluttered like never before. It wasn’t just the kiss that was weird—it was the rush of emotions that came with it, emotions you hadn’t allowed yourself to fully feel until now.

You rubbed your temples, a sigh escaping your lips. “Fine. You were right. I gotta end it.” The words felt heavy, the reality of moving on from whatever you had with Yeonjun suddenly feeling insignificant compared to the new, confusing feelings stirring for Soobin.

Back at home, you sat across from Yeonjun, both of you feeling the weight of the conversation that had been long overdue. You laid out your concerns, talking openly about the awkwardness of the recent kiss and the boundaries that had become increasingly blurred. Yeonjun nodded along, echoing the very same feelings you had been grappling with.

“So we agree…we should just talk it out. Just like regular roommates,” Yeonjun said, leaning back in his chair, his tone uncharacteristically serious.

“Yeah,” you nodded, relieved to find that you were both on the same page. “No more…whatever this is. Just friends. Just roommates.”

Yeonjun ran a hand through his hair, letting out a small laugh. “I mean, it was fun while it lasted, right?”

“Yeah, but it’s better this way,” you smiled, feeling a sense of closure. “No more mixed signals or weird moments.”

“Agreed,” Yeonjun said, offering you a reassuring smile. “We’re still good?”

“Yeah, we’re good.” You smiled back, feeling a bit lighter now that everything was out in the open. 

As you wrapped up your conversation with Yeonjun, you felt a wave of relief wash over you. The awkwardness of your past situation seemed to fade, replaced by a renewed sense of friendship. You were both on the same page, ready to move forward and leave the confusing feelings behind.

Later that day, you found yourself in the common area of the apartment, scrolling absentmindedly on your phone when you overheard Beomgyu’s voice drifting from the kitchen. You didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the mention of Soobin’s name immediately caught your attention.

“Trust me, man, she’s perfect for you!” Beomgyu’s voice was enthusiastic, almost teasing. “You need to loosen up a little. A date is just what you need.”

Soobin’s voice followed, sounding less certain. “I don’t know, Beomgyu… I’m not sure if I’m ready for this.”

“Oh, come on! You’ve been single for too long. Besides, this girl is great. You’ll have fun. Just one date. What’s the worst that could happen?”

Your heart sank as the realization hit you—Beomgyu had set Soobin up on a date. You peeked around the corner, seeing Soobin rubbing the back of his neck, looking both hesitant and slightly amused.

“Alright, fine. I’ll go,” Soobin finally conceded, though he still seemed unsure. “But you owe me if this goes badly.”

Beomgyu grinned, patting Soobin on the back. “Trust me, you won’t regret it!”

You shook your head, scolding yourself internally. Get a grip, you thought. He’s free to do whatever he wants. Yet, despite the logical reasoning, the sight of him being set up by Beomgyu for a date left an ache in your heart.

Your mind drifted back to all the moments you had shared—the late-night talks, the inside jokes, the quiet glances that lingered just a little too long. It felt different with Soobin, something softer and unspoken. You told yourself you were just friends, but now, seeing him take even the smallest step toward someone else, you couldn’t help but wonder if you had been lying to yourself all along.

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, brushing off the unease that had settled in your chest. But as Soobin walked away, you couldn’t ignore the nagging thought that maybe, just maybe, you wanted him to be more than just your friend.

The first few days after your conversation were smooth, almost idyllic. Both you and Yeonjun fell into a comfortable routine as roommates, swapping chores like a well-oiled machine. You kept the milk and cereal stocked, and Yeonjun diligently tidied up. It was good—a refreshing change from the chaotic back-and-forth you’d fallen into.

But as they say, old habits die hard.

Yeonjun’s voice suddenly echoed down the hallway, his tone laced with annoyance. “YOU FORGOT THE TOILET PAPER AGAIN!”

You sighed, knowing this was just a flashback to the petty arguments you used to have. It was always the little things that set Yeonjun off, and today was no different. Without thinking, and in a moment of sheer impulsiveness, you pulled up your shirt, flashing him from across the room.

Yeonjun’s eyes widened in shock, his irritation momentarily forgotten. “What the—” he stammered, caught off guard, his expression shifting rapidly between confusion and amusement. But as the moment lingered, the tension simmering beneath the surface became impossible to ignore.

Without warning, he crossed the distance between you in one swift motion. His hands found your waist, pulling you close in one fluid movement before you could even react. Then, in a sudden, unrestrained rush, he crashed his lips against yours. The next thing you knew, your clothes were discarded carelessly on the floor, lost in the heat of the moment.

“God. We have to stop barging in like this,” Taehyun’s exasperated voice cut through the haze.

Both your heads snapped toward the door, where your friends stood frozen in shock—eyes wide, mouths agape. You screamed, scrambling to hide behind Yeonjun as he instinctively moved to shield you.

Yeonjun’s face turned beet red, his mind racing between anger and embarrassment. “I really need to get those keys back,” he muttered, shooting an accusing glare at Beomgyu, who only offered a mischievous smirk in return.

“Oh, how fun! This is still going on!” Soobin chimed in, his voice dripping with feigned excitement that barely masked the bitterness underneath.

The tension in the room was palpable. Your eyes darted between the four of them, each reaction more uncomfortable than the last. Beomgyu and Kai looked amused, Taehyun rubbed his temples in disbelief, and Soobin…Soobin’s forced smile was a poor cover for the hurt he clearly felt, a flash of pain that stung more than he’d ever admit.

Yeonjun cleared his throat, trying to regain some semblance of composure. “Could you all, maybe, not do this right now?” he said, half-joking, half-serious.

The two of you scrambled to get dressed, fumbling awkwardly with your clothes as you avoided the judgmental stares from your friends. The door swung shut behind the group as they stepped back into the hallway, exchanging glances.

Beomgyu was the first to break the silence, his voice tinged with exasperation. “Well, that was… something. Did not need to see that. Again.”

Taehyun rubbed his temples, letting out a heavy sigh. “This is exactly why I told them not to get involved like this. They’re just gonna complicate everything.”

Soobin was staring blankly at the floor, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

Kai nodded, his usual playful demeanor replaced by genuine concern. “They think it’s all fun and games, but once feelings get mixed up, it’s not just the two of them that get hurt. We’re all in this.”

“So, what happens when it gets messy? They break up, can’t stand to live together, and then we’re stuck picking sides?” Taehyun continued, his tone edged with worry. “We’ve been through enough to know that these things never stay simple.”

“Exactly.” Soobin’s voice wavered slightly, betraying the mix of emotions he was trying to suppress. “They can laugh it off now, but what about later? What if one of them wants more and the other doesn’t? It’s not just a fling anymore—it’s risking years of friendship for a few moments.”

Beomgyu leaned against the wall, a frustrated sigh escaping his lips. “I get it—they’re grown-ups and can make their own decisions. But come on, they’re not thinking clearly. They’re just getting swept up in the heat of the moment.”

Kai, his usual laid-back demeanor replaced by a rare seriousness, crossed his arms tightly over his chest. “Yeah, well, they should know better. This isn’t some casual fling; it’s going to mess with our entire group dynamic.”

Beomgyu nodded, half-smirking. “I mean, can you blame Yeonjun? She’s kinda hot. I kind of get where he’s coming from.”

Taehyun shot Beomgyu an incredulous look before shoving him, not too hard, but enough to get the message across. “Dude, that’s our best friend you’re talking about.”

Beomgyu held up his hands defensively, still lounging against the wall. “Hey, it’s a compliment! I’m just saying, I understand why they’re doing what they’re doing. But it doesn’t mean it’s smart.”

Kai shook his head, his brows furrowing in concern. “They’re playing with fire. This whole thing could blow up in their faces and take the rest of us down with it. We’re supposed to be friends first, not…whatever this is.”

Soobin sighed, standing off to the side as he listened to his friends debate the mess unfolding before them. He knew staying silent was his best option; anything he said would be tainted by the jealousy burning inside him. Jealousy that twisted his gut every time he saw Yeonjun’s hands on you, every time he watched Yeonjun get to touch you, hold you, kiss you.

He wanted that. No, he needed that. He craved the closeness Yeonjun took for granted, the effortless way Yeonjun could call you pretty, and the comfort of being the one you turned to when you were feeling sad, happy, or even angry. Soobin wanted to be your person, the one who made you laugh and feel safe. But this tangled situation with Yeonjun was tearing him apart, constantly reminding him that he was on the outside looking in.

The more he watched, the more it hurt. All he could do was bottle up his feelings, pretend like everything was fine, and hope that somehow, he could find a way to be the person you needed. But right now, all he felt was powerless and envious, trapped in a painful cycle of wanting what he couldn’t have.

But enough was enough. Soobin's frustration reached its breaking point. Without a word, he abruptly stood up and fled the apartment, leaving his friends stunned and puzzled by his sudden departure.

He hurriedly made his way to his car, the engine roaring to life as he sped off into the night. His mind raced as he drove to the nearest store, determined to take control of the situation.

——

Yeonjun arrived home after a grueling day at work, his exhaustion evident as he unlocked the door and stepped inside. He was surprised to find Soobin wearing rubber gloves and scrubbing the kitchen counter.

“Hey! You’re home!” Soobin greeted with a cheerful wave.

Yeonjun raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Soobin? What are you doing here?”

“Cleaning!” Soobin said with a grin. “I got those pesky rings on the table cleaned up.” He proudly pointed to the now spotless table where the coaster marks had disappeared.

“And… you’re gonna love this,” Soobin continued, pulling Yeonjun into the kitchen.

“What?” Yeonjun asked, intrigued.

“Open the fridge,” Soobin instructed, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Yeonjun scratched his head but complied, opening the refrigerator door. His eyes widened at the sight of it lined with jugs of milk and a fully stocked shelf of cereal.

“And a year’s supply of cereal,” Soobin added, beaming. “You’re welcome.”

Yeonjun chuckled, clearly impressed. “Wow, Soobin. This is…you did this for us..?”

As Yeonjun took in the scene, a realization began to dawn on him. He glanced at Soobin, piecing together the effort behind the gesture. There was something more behind Soobin’s enthusiasm, a hidden motive.

“Soobin,” Yeonjun began, a hint of curiosity in his voice. “Is this about… you know, the situation with me and her?”

Soobin’s cheeks flushed slightly, and he quickly shrugged it off. “No? What? Why would it be? I just hate seeing my best friends fight all the time!”

Yeonjun studied Soobin’s evasive response, noting the embarrassment in his demeanor. “I see. Well, I appreciate the help. Really.”

“Yeah, no problem,” Soobin said, brushing off the conversation with a casual wave. “Just thought I’d pitch in.”

Yeonjun nodded, sensing that Soobin was holding back but choosing to let it slide for now. “Are you sure it’s not about her—”

“Yes. I’m sure,” Soobin cut him off, his voice tense and defensive.

Yeonjun paused, watching Soobin closely before continuing. “Look, Soobin, if you do have feelings for her—”

“But I don’t—” Soobin insisted, though his voice wavered slightly, betraying the truth he was desperately trying to hide.

“And I’m saying if you do,” Yeonjun pressed on, unrelenting but gentle. “I’m okay with it. You’re my best friend, and so is she. You’re both great people, and I’d feel like absolute crap if I was the reason you didn’t go after her.”

Soobin stayed quiet, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He wanted to deny it, to push away the feelings that had been simmering just beneath the surface, but Yeonjun’s words struck a chord. 

Yeonjun sighed, his tone softer now. “I’ve seen the way you look at her, Soobin. And, honestly, I think she looks at you the same way. If there’s something there, don’t waste it just because you’re scared of messing things up.”

Soobin stared at the ground, his thoughts racing. He wanted to argue, to brush it off as nothing, but Yeonjun’s understanding was disarming. It was hard to keep pretending when even his best friend could see right through him.

“And I’m sorry for doing all this shit,” Yeonjun continued, his voice laced with genuine regret. “I should’ve trusted my gut and realized you liked her sooner. Maybe if I had, I wouldn’t have started this whole mess.”

Soobin looked up, his eyes meeting Yeonjun’s. The guilt was evident on Yeonjun’s face, and it was clear that his friend wasn’t just apologizing for the recent chaos, but for unintentionally standing in the way of something deeper.

“It’s not your fault,” Soobin finally said, his voice quieter now. “You couldn’t have known. And I didn’t exactly make it obvious.”

Yeonjun sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Still. You’re important to me, and so is she. I never wanted to put you in this position, especially over something that...honestly? It was never gonna be more than what it was.”

Soobin nodded, appreciating the honesty. Despite the jealousy that had been eating away at him, it was hard to stay angry when Yeonjun was just being...Yeonjun—messy but sincere.

“I don’t blame you,” Soobin admitted, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. “But maybe it’s time I stop blaming myself too.”

——

“Yeonjun, we can’t keep doing this,” you said, your voice tinged with frustration and concern. “We’re making our friends uncomfortable and unhappy. And truthfully, what we’re doing… sure, it makes us feel good. Feel great. Feel satisfied. Y’know when your hands just —” Your thoughts briefly wandered to how amazing Yeonjun made you feel, but you quickly refocused on the conversation at hand.

Yeonjun smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Sweetheart, you’re not finishing your sentence.”

“Oh right,” you stammered, your cheeks flushing with heat. “I mean… uh, we shouldn’t continue.”

Yeonjun’s smirk faded as his expression grew more serious, a knowing look in his eyes. “It’s Soobin, isn’t it?”

Your head snapped up, confusion and surprise evident in your eyes. “Huh?”

“You don’t really care what the others think. You care about what Soobin thinks,” Yeonjun said, his gaze steady and unflinching.

“I—” you started, but the words caught in your throat. The truth was, you didn’t want to admit it—not to Yeonjun, and maybe not even to yourself.

“Oh, come on. Do you really think I don’t notice the way you look at him? You used to look at me like that,” Yeonjun said with a laugh, though his voice carried a trace of sadness. “You’re not fooling anyone.”

You shook your head, desperately trying to deny it. “It’s not like that. I just… I don’t want to ruin our friendship. When we broke up, it was a miracle that our group didn’t fall apart.”

“That’s because we were meant to be just friends,” Yeonjun said, shaking his head. “Look, I’m an asshole. I’m not gonna lie and say seeing you clearly have feelings for Soobin doesn’t sting. It does. We dated a few years back, but that was a long time ago. Maybe me initiating this stupid arrangement was a way for me to see if I still had feelings for you. But I ended up having so much fun I forgot the initial intent.”

You looked at him, feeling a mixture of relief and regret. “I’m sorry, Yeonjun. I really didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Yeonjun shrugged, managing a small, understanding smile. “It’s okay. We both needed this to figure things out. I think it’s time we end this and move forward.”

The two of you fell into a heavy silence, the weight of unspoken feelings lingering between you.

After a moment, Yeonjun broke the quiet. “And… you should really give Soobin a chance.”

Your eyes flickered with uncertainty, your fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of your sleeve. “I don’t want to ruin the dynamic of our friendship. We’ve all been through so much together.”

Yeonjun leaned back, studying you thoughtfully. “I get that, but sometimes the best things come from taking a risk. Soobin cares about you—a lot. Anyone can see that.”

“But what if it doesn’t work out? What if everything falls apart?” you asked, your voice soft and laced with doubt.

Yeonjun sighed, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “You can’t live in fear of what-ifs. Soobin’s a good guy, and I think you know that. And honestly, I think you two could be really good together. Better than this… whatever we’ve been doing.”

Your defenses finally crumbled, and you found yourself nodding, the truth finally slipping past your lips. “You’re right. I like Soobin. I’ve been trying to deny it, but I do. I really do.”

Yeonjun squeezed your shoulder, his smile bittersweet. “Then go for it. You deserve to be happy.”

—-

You didn’t know what gave you the courage, but somehow, you found yourself standing outside Soobin’s apartment, your heart pounding in your chest. Your things were packed hastily in a luggage bag that sat heavily beside you, mirroring the weight of the decision you’d just made. You took a deep breath, raised your hand, and knocked on the door.

After a moment, the door swung open, and Soobin stood before you, his expression immediately shifting to one of confusion. He blinked, taking in the sight of you on his doorstep, luggage in tow.

He called your name, his voice laced with surprise. “What are you doing here?”

“I… uh,” you hesitated, your pulse quickening as you looked into his eyes. “I kinda need a new roommate.”

Soobin’s brow furrowed in confusion as he glanced at the bag beside you, his mind racing to piece together the suddenness of your arrival. You could see a mix of emotions flash across his face—concern, curiosity, and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“Are you serious?” he asked, his voice softening as he stepped aside to let you in, still trying to process why you were here.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah. I just… I needed a change. And you have an extra room…right?”

Soobin stared at you for a moment, still trying to wrap his head around what was happening, before finally nodding, a small, hopeful smile tugging at his lips. “Well then… welcome home.”

“It’s… clean,” you muttered, glancing around the spotless apartment. The floors were polished, surfaces gleamed, and everything was neatly in place. “I don’t think any agreement would be necessary,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Soobin winced slightly, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly still a bit thrown by your sudden arrival. “Yeah. Hopefully not.”

You hesitated, a playful thought crossing your mind, but your nerves made your voice barely audible. “Or… a different agreement could take place,” you mumbled under your breath, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear it.

“What?” Soobin asked, his head tilting slightly as he caught the tail end of your words.

“Nothing,” you quickly blurted out, feeling your cheeks heat up. Your sudden burst of courage had already wavered, leaving you flustered.

Soobin narrowed his eyes, clearly not convinced. “Sorry, it just sounded like you said—”

“Nothing,” you repeated, your nervous laugh masking the tension between you. You avoided his gaze, feeling your heart race faster with every second.

Soobin watched you carefully, his expression softening. “I’d be up for it,” he said, his voice low.

You blinked, caught off guard. “Huh?”

“Our own agreement,” Soobin clarified, his tone steady, though his eyes were filled with something much deeper. “That is.”

You shook your head, still confused. “Wait… what?”

“An agreement where I get to kiss you,” he said, stepping closer, his presence warm and intoxicating. He took your duffel bag from your grip and set it gently on the floor, never breaking eye contact.

“Where I get to hug you,” he continued, his fingers brushing against your arm, sending shivers down your spine as he closed the distance between you.

“Where I get to tell you how pretty you look when you’re wearing my shirt as a nightdress,” Soobin murmured, his gaze lingering on you, his breath warm against your skin. He leaned in, his lips just a breath away from yours.

“Where I call you mine,” he whispered, his words brushing your ear, sending a thrilling rush through you that made your pulse quicken.

The room felt smaller, the air charged with the weight of his confession. Your heart pounded as you looked up at him, realizing that maybe this was the agreement you’d been hoping for all along.

“Are you…” He whispered. “up for it?”

You gulped, suddenly feeling shyer than usual, your usual bravado slipping away. Soobin’s presence was magnetic, and his unexpected confidence caught you off guard. You looked up at him, his demeanor more assured, more intense than you’d ever seen before. There was something about it—about him—that made your pulse race. He looked undeniably attractive, and the realization hit you harder than you expected.

It was kind of sexy, to say the least. You found yourself drawn to the way his eyes lingered on you, the way his voice dropped just a little deeper when he spoke. The tension between you crackled, charged with something new, something you both wanted but hadn’t dared to admit until now.

You nodded slowly, your heart racing at the intensity of the moment. Soobin's smirk grew, his eyes locked onto yours with an intense gaze. “Yeonjun once described you as ‘animalistic in bed.’” His tone was a mix of intrigue and a hint of jealousy, though it was clear he was struggling with the comparison. “Although it pained me to hear that from him, I’d like to see that side of you.”

Your breath hitched, a mixture of surprise and anticipation flooding your senses.

“Except…” Soobin leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, seductive whisper, “I want what we have to be different. I want it to be entirely better than what you and Yeonjun ever had.” His confidence seemed to grow with every word he spoke, his gaze never leaving yours.

“I want what we have to be love,” Soobin finalized, his voice soft yet resolute. His eyes held a tender intensity as he took a step closer, closing the remaining distance between you.

“What do you say?” Soobin asked, his eyes softening

You felt silenced, overwhelmed by a surge of emotions. The desire you’d suppressed for so long now bubbled to the surface. 

Every word Soobin spoke resonated deeply within you.

Finally, gathering your courage, you looked up at him, your voice barely more than a whisper. 

“I want that too.” 

Soobin’s face broke into a genuine smile, his eyes lighting up with relief and joy.

 He reached out, gently cupping your face in his hands. “Then let’s make it real.” 

With that, he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss. The kiss started off sweetly before it became rougher and desperate by the minute.

Soobin’s hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer, while your arms wrapped around his neck, urging him to hold you tighter.

Breathless, you pulled away slightly, biting Soobin’s lip playfully before detaching yourself from him. You looked up at him, your eyes still clouded with passion. “I should unpack,” you panted, trying to catch your breath.

Soobin grinned, his eyes still sparkling with the thrill of the moment. “Yeah, right…that doesn’t really mean I’m done with this,” he said, his tone teasing.

You rolled your eyes, “So where’s my room?” 

“Your room?”

You nodded.

“You’re sleeping with me!” Soobin perked up.

“You’re insane. We’re not even dating yet.”

Soobin pouted playfully, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. “We just haven’t made it official yet.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to hide the smile tugging at your lips. “Soobin, we kissed once. Once. And all you did was tell me you wanted me.”

Soobin shrugged, a smug grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, but I meant every word. Besides, I’ve wanted you for way longer than just that one kiss.” He stepped closer, his expression turning sincere. “And I’m not gonna pretend otherwise.”

You shook your head, amused but touched by his confidence. “You really don’t know how to take things slow, do you?”

“Not when it comes to you.” Soobin’s voice softened as he looked at you, his eyes full of affection. “But if you want to take your time, I’ll wait. I just… I want you to know where I stand.”

For a moment, the teasing vanished, replaced by a quiet, vulnerable honesty. You couldn’t help but be drawn to it. You sighed, playfully nudging him. “Fine, but you’re not getting my side of the bed.”

Soobin chuckled, pulling you close again. “As long as you’re in it, I’ll take whatever side you leave me.”

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Suspicious.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x Reader.

Gaz and you were friends during your childhood and teenage years, such a surprise when you find him out of the building where you're working.

PT2

Warning: spelling and grammatical errors, maybe is not good enough but I had the idea stuck in my head. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

You were late, just at the worst time your car decided to not work, the bus was late too, the subway was having electric problems, you were running through the town, you changed your clothes in a public bathroom close to the building where you will be working.

You're wearing black, you have a gun and pocket knives, some tissues and more, just in case something goes wrong, suddenly, someone collided with you.

- Fuck! Look where you're going asshole!

You started to pick your notebooks, laptop, ipad, cellphone and all the stuff you had on your hands without looking at the stranger who decided to make your day more difficult.

- Y/N?

That voice...

You looked up, is he...? No, there's no way but... Those brown eyes, that black hair, that smile... He kneeled down to help you without leaving eye contact, you're still shocked, you could expect anyone else but him.

- Garrick? Kyle Garrick?

- Yeah! The legend.

You laughed, both stood up and he handed you all the rest of your things.

- Oh my god! Years without seeing or knowing something about you man!

- I Know, I was going to say the same!

- Look at you! Oh lord! You look amazing, you look pretty much better than I remember.

- I always was attractive, I'm just like the Wine, Y/n

- ha-ha! If you say so!

- Where you were going?

You realized you were going somewhere and you were going late.

- holy shit! I have to... Oh... I actually... This is where I was going.

You pointed at the building in front of you, Kyle looked at you and then the building.

- Do you work here?

- Ah... Yeah! I... I do, home office but today they asked me to come, it's an emergency or something.

- What's your job here Y/n?

- oh, you know, I always was a nerd, computers, operative system, security and technologies.

- oh right! I remember my grades at the end of school were magically fixed, thanks to you!

- Yes, my first time hacking something, the system at school, was really funny!

You were so happy to see Kyle, you and him were good friends when you were young, you remember the afternoons after school wasting time at the park, or the lake, parties with your brother's friends, Kyle and you always causing troubles, always side by side, life was good.

- What about you Garrick, I lost your steps after our last summer...

- I joined the army. I shouldn't say it loud but I'm working right now actually

- Ohh, well...You always loved the adrenaline...

- I know, it made me well, I'm working all the time and sometimes I want to take a break but... I love my job, I can't complain.

-Same, ahhh I... I still remember that last summer, you know?

You're not lying, you remember every moment of that last summer, you remember the last time you saw him, things stayed in the air, you wanted to talk about what happened But welcome back to reality, your smartwatch alarm remembered that you needed to run.

- Fuck, fuck... Sorry, Kyle has been a nice moment and I would love to keep talking but I have to go, ok? I'll see you... Around I hope!

- For sure...

You didn't give him time to finish, you ran to the building, nobody paid attention to you, no one noticed the cameras stopped to work, and no one asked you to show your credentials. You took the elevator to the penultimate floor. As soon as you arrived you walked directly to the first door, "Security systems", as you supposed, there's a numeric keypad block.

Easy, you already have that information, you hacked a part of the system. «5-8-9-6-2-7» «access granted».

You took a seat and started to work, all the information from this company was now in your hands inside an external hard drive. You made a call.

- Sir, I have the information you requested, send the money and my transport.

- Well done darling, the transport is on the way. Go to the building's roof, you will find a parachute, use it... Oh! And don't forget to do the other thing, a car will be waiting for you near to the park.

You've been doing this for years, you're a hacker, working in a private company "les hiboux" (the owls). You don't care about the information You're taking, you only care about the payment.

You never had troubles, but, as today you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, troubles were on the way.

Kyle was actually saying the truth, he was working, him and the boys were trying to find the person who had been hacking and selling important information, he was still waiting for someone suspicious.

- Gaz. Who was that?

- Just an old friend Soap. Focus.

- Well, your friend works in that building, casually works with the security...

- I know, I heard it too Ghost.

-And Is the only one who got inside since we arrived.

- Yes, so what?

- Gaz... What if your friend is the person we're trying to capture?

The Captain's question woke Up Kyle's curiosity, he started to repeat inside his head every second of the conversation, you weren't wearing clothes for a job In a company like that, you brought a lot of things with you, every pocket in your clothes looked suspiciously full of stuff, you didn't know where exactly the building was located, you weren't specific about your job in the place. Everything was suspicious.

Kyle finally realized, you're definitely suspicious, he ran inside the building.

- Kyle! Wait!

- Cap, you're right, we have to capture now!

Each one started to work on his part of the plan, Kyle was on the elevator, when he arrived at the floor he only saw you coming out of the room, you had a bottle on your hand, he knew perfectly what it was, a Molotov.

- Y/N Put that thing down, now!

You looked at him, panicked, you really weren't expecting Kyle pointing at you with a gun. You threw the Molotov away, specifically to the security room and ran, Kyle was running behind you.

- Captain, evacuate everybody! There's fire!

- Copy! Soap, come with me, Ghost do you have visibility?

- on the way!

- Good visibility, the target it's running to the roof, I request permission to shoot.

- Do it if it's necessary, Gaz, go for the target, we don't want to hurt or kill it!

- Copy!

You ran and opened the door, you locked it with the first object you saw close to you, and as your boss promised, a parachute was waiting for you, you were putting it on you when you heard someone trying to open the door, you were distracted looking at the door when a Bullet passed close enough to your cheek, cutting you.

«Y/N! Open the fuckin' door, they will shoot you, I can protect you, open it, let's talk about this! For the old times!»

- I'm so sorry Kyle, this is my Job and is more important than what happened in the past.

Bullets were running in every direction, they didn't want to hurt you, but you know if you stay and don't complete the task, you will be dead before the sunset.

«Y/N! Please! We can fix this! Do it, for that last summer kiss!»

You were now ready to jump... Kyle opened the door, now he's in front of you, you stopped, for a second that memory of your kiss popped up, a thousand of "what if" invaded you, you considered to stay, two other men appeared behind Kyle. No, you will not lose your head just for an old summer love, the sirens of the fire truck, alarms, and the ringtone of your phone brought you back.

- Bye, Kyle Garrick.

You simply jumped, Kyle ran trying to catch you, but the only thing he did, was see your parachute opening and taking you away. Price and Soap appeared at his side, now all of them are watching you landing not so far, you're running trying to lose yourself in the traffic.

- won't go further, let's go guys!

Kyle didn't even know how he went back to the streets, one second he was on the roof and the next one he was running on the streets looking for you, the world was spinning faster, how could you? Kyle was feeling sick, his friend from childhood and teenage years was now a criminal, his first love, was now escaping from him.

[animeyanderelover]

Can I ask this for Kaneki, Ayato, from TG and Sukuna (+some other characters of JJK)?

I’ve read your reply about wanting PM and ADA Dazai also added in here and it doesn’t count as a second request.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, manipulation, paranoia, stalking, sadism, abduction, death

Tags: @flaming-vulpix @shumidehiro @leveyani @izanami78 @lovley-valentine7

S/o has a tattoo of the name of their ex

Kaneki Ken

🔲​You would have never told Kaneki about the tattoo that decorates your back even if you would have known him before he abducted you. There is no need for you to even attempt to hide it from him as the ghoul finds out anyways. He is a rather devoted stalker, all the time on edge out of worry that something may happen to you if he isn't watching you. It is to be expected that he at one point catches a glimpse of the tattoo on your back, though he didn't mean to peek when you were undressing yet he doesn't avert his gaze quick enough to avoid catching a glimpse of the name you have written on your back. All effort to be polite by looking away is instantly wiped from his mind as his eyes are glued to the tattoo on your back. What-what is that? Whose name is that? His throat tightens as the air he breathes in suddenly seems to have a new weight to it, his chest heaving as he is unable to tear his gaze away from the black ink etched on your back.

🔲​That tattoo becomes one of the biggest sources of insecurity for Kaneki and he is unable to get it out of his mind, constantly envisioning that name. He can already imagine whose name it might be but he is terrified to ask you and confirm his suspicions as soon as he has abducted you. The question often lingers on the tip of his tongue yet it becomes lead the moment he attempts to vocalise the words. It doesn't fly over your head how he constantly stares at your back with that queasy gleam in his eyes, knowing exactly what is beneath your shirt. It is when he sees the sight of it again by accident that he snaps and breaks down. Tears stream down his face, his lips wobble and fingers dig into your flesh painfully as he asks you with a trembling voice to whom that name belongs. He has always feared your answer yet not even his worst imagination could have prepared him for the feeling of his heart being crushed when you fearfully confess that it is the name of your ex. He isn't able to look at your back properly anymore from that day on without breaking down again. You'd probably never be able to love him the same way, right? Of course not... He's absolutely despicable.

Kirishima Ayato

🌌​It's quite difficult for Ayato to come to term with the fact that he has fallen in love with the very thing he has despised his entire life. He's always loathed humans for fearing and hunting down his own kind and he has gladly slaughtered your kind without feeling any lingering remorse yet now he's got you. You exhibit the same fear as soon as he has abducted you and it only fuels his anger. Your kind really just can't stop judging and hating his kind, can't you? He's very rough with you and no matter what you do it only seems to get on his nerves. During one particularly frightening argument where you try to run away he accidentally rips your shirt apart when he yanks you back, revealing the tattoo written on your shoulder blade to him. You cower on the ground as you expect screaming yet nothing ever happens. You dare to turn your head around to look at him with teary eyes only to feel your heart stopping when you see his activated Kakugan as he stares at the tattoo. What...the fuck is this?

🌌​You're subjected to a bitter anger from that day on as Ayato actively degrades you for the tattoo. You really are pathetic, you know? Who is dumb enough to let a name of their lover to be engraved on their skin? Especially since that person isn't even with you anymore. He always barks at you to cover up that tattoo to spare him the disgusting sight as seeing the black ink always triggers him to be thrown into a whirlwind of emotions. There's a deep hatred for the person who made you stupid enough to make this decision and he considers if he should perhaps question you where they live so he can just murder them to vent out some of the seething anger inside of him. Maybe he'll just do it but before that the abomination on your skin has to be gone. His angered sadism might get the better of him as the threat for him to bite the spot and rip a portion of your skin and flesh out of you is a chance though he wouldn't swallow the gross skin of yours where their name is written on.

Pm! Dazai Osamu

🤎​A sickly sweet facade to lure you closer to him only for him to eventually reveal his venomous fangs to you and unleash his inner beast on you. That is Dazai from the Port Mafia for you. As soon as he has you where he wants you to be he will expose his everything to you and his darkness threatens to swallow you whole. Hot and harsh kisses are what you remember on that night as his fingers dig painfully into your skin, brown eyes gleaming with the devil's look as he takes in the sight of your tears as you feel your clothes slowly being removed. And then all of it stops. Fearful confusion twists your intestines as you gather the shaky courage to open your eyes only to see his face void of any emotions, his eyes focused on the inside of your thighs. It takes you a few seconds to piece everything together as your mind is slowed down due to the overwhelimg fear. Only then do you realise with a hitch of your breath that he must have discovered your tattoo, hidden down there. It is the audible stutter of your breath that has those terrifying orbs snap up to your face, a dark look on his face as he asks you slowly what that tattoo symbolises.

🤎​The following days after he has discovered your little secret he leaves you dangling over the abyss. You're thoroughly shaken up as you estimate this to be his intended calm before the storm where he leaves your mind and heart quivering with fear. All for this one moment so indescribably horrifying that no words could explain it as he escorts you to a basement only for you to be met with the sight of your half-dead ex. A gun is pushed into your palm as he guides your arm so that the weapon is pointed at your ex, his voice whispering into your ear to shoot. You're frozen in fear as Dazai uses you like a puppet, his fingers guiding yours to push the trigger one time, two times, three times... Even after your ex has died he forces you to keep shooting until you are out of bullets. You sink to your knees as soon as he removes himself from you, your mind still in shambles as it tries to catch up with what just happened before you hear the rattling of chains, your gaze slowly moving up only to see Dazai giving you a lopsided grin with chains, tattoo needles and a knife in his hands. Be sweet for him whilst he's going to correct your tattoo. After all you love being branded by the person who currently owns you, don't you?

ADA! Dazai Osamu

🤎​Dazai is already well acquainted with the unsavory fact that you had someone you used to call his lover before him but as petty as he is, he has stayed away from them because he also knows that you have broken off contact with them and they have done the same. Aah~ What wonderful opportunity to swoop in and mend the broken heart of a damsel in distress. Now that they are gone from your life he can claim your heart and your love for himself. If there is one thing he can do wonderfully it is knowing how to attach himself to your hips as he swoons over you and dotes on you. All of those sweet feelings are temporarily shattered the moment he catches a glimpse of your tattoo, the name spelled out on your shoulder. A sudden lump forms in his throat as he stares oddly at the tattoo until your voice brings him back to reality and he musters a wry grin as he apologises for spacing out there. You have noticed what he has spotted though and admit to him nonchalantly that this is the name of your ex.

🤎​It is from that moment on that Dazai starts focusing more on that ex of yours as it is a hard knowledge for him to digest that at one point you were so madly in love with them that you tainted your pretty skin with their ugly name. Pettiness and jealousy can truly do wonders as Dazai resents them, envies them for the fact that you once held so much affection for them that you tattooed their name on your shoulder. He starts subtly questioning you about them as he wants to ensure that you truly do not have any affection left for them and he might even be motivated enough to pay that ex of yours a visit to have a polite talk with them to ensure that they never think of contacting you again either. He truly loathes that tattoo but he hides it behind silly reactions as good as he can though he is wondering when exactly you plan to get rid of that name. After all they aren't even your lover anymore. You do not hold any lingering affection for them still, do you? That would be a bit troublesome after all.

Ryomen Sukuna

🗾​In Sukuna's eyes you are utterly his. He is the King who takes what he desires and no one dares to subject, not even you after you have learnt your place. After all you should know that you will never be an equal to him and should instead be grateful that he allows you to be so close to him in the first place. You'll never regret the day you made the decision to engrave the name of your now ex-lover onto your skin as much as the moment where Sukuna spots the black ink on the back of your neck. One of his arms effortlessly keeps you in place by wrapping itself around your waist whilst another hand of his grabs the back of your head and pushes it down, forcing you to tilt your head as he observes the tattoo on your skin. Nothing but silence follows for a few moments where he keeps your head in that uncomfortable position and you feel blood rushing to your brain as the atmosphere grows heavier, causing your stomach to churn anxiously as the curse lets you bathe in your own anxiety before he asks you with only a mild hint of displeasure in his tone who that person is. Surely they must be quite important for you to have a tattoo of their name on your skin.

🗾​You shouldn't keep secrets from him, little mortal. He's your owner now so if his belonging has been spoiled before he must know of it. A sadistic grin soon finds its way on his face as he lets go of you and asks you if you'd like for him to serve you their head to truly help you realise how pathetic their human life was and, by extension, how pathetic you were for ever thinking it'd be a good idea to get inked with their name. If you love being branded by your current owner so much you should have just told him so from the beginning. He relishes in the sight of seeing you cower beneath his form as you are barely able to look up at him. Now, now, there is no need to be so skittish. He'll even be kind enough to let you choose. Would you prefer for him to slaughter that paltry former companion of yours first or would you prefer for him to erase their mark on you and give you a new brand which will claim you as his first? Flames appear on the tips of his fingers, only adding to the wriggling terror deep within your soul as he looks down at you. Hurry and make your decision or else he'll decide for you.

Nanami Kento

💛​Nanami takes his time to properly court you and get to know you. Even though he knows of his own obsession he prefers to do things the proper way instead of doing it half-heartedly. You inform him quite early on that you used to be in a relationship but had to break things off since it just didn't work anymore and he respects that. What you did not tell him though is that their name is still decorating your ankle, something that Nanami has the displeasure to discover all by himself. There is only a short flicker of disappointment in his eyes before he puts on a poker face to hide all of his displeased feelings for the moment, his eyes finding yours as the unspoken question lingers in the room. The frustration on your face is quite visible as well as the slice of embarrassment. So you deliberately chose to not tell him about this. He must say that this does disappoint him a bit even if he understands that this is probably a bit of a difficult topic to talk about, especially considering that you aren't even together with the very person whose name is tattooed on your ankle.

💛​It is safe to say that he would prefer for you to get that tattoo removed. It would be quite awkward for him to be your new partner all whilst you have the name of your ex inked on your skin. He'll even take over all the costs that would come with the tattoo removal. Surely you'd agree to his offer, won't you? If you were to give him signs of hesitation he would have to assume that maybe there are still lingering feelings for your ex, something he cannot tolerate. Perhaps he should get acquainted with your ex after all even if he is confident that it won't be a pleasant experience to figure out how their feelings are in regards to you. In the meantime he will slowly change your mind so that you agree with his suggestion. His arguments are logical as he is dismissing any lingering feelings of yours, especially since you and your ex broke things off quite some time ago. Any chance for you to get in contact with them again will be taken care off by him secretly as that ex of yours is luckily civilised enough to understand the message as soon as Nanami meets them privately as he clarifies to them what kind of relationship he has with you.

[demonsfate]

I'm so tired but at the same time I just wanted to write that... TK8 may truly be one of the worst stories in all the games lol. Not as bad as TK6 (solely because I'm biased and TK6 ruined my favorite character) but like... with each game, it feels like they're just making more and more of a mess with the lore, and TK8 just felt like they stopped caring completely about consistency. And really? It is actually getting harder to care about the story because of that.

But why exactly? You see, it's just hard to care about anything at all. It's hard to even know what's going to happen next, and not in a good way either. Not, "they're so clever, they're good at surprising and subverting expectations!" But in a "they will literally just do anything even if it contradicts previously established lore." Like there are zero stakes. If a character dies, it means nothing. That character is very likely alive, and we'll even probably see them soon.

It's hard to even really like characters when they can be completely altered on a whim.

Like Claudio, who was clearly being set up to be a bad guy in next game.

Only for... that to not happen lmao. In fact, he's very good now. Which also just takes away stakes of Xiaoyu being placed in a situation where she could be harmed, and Kin having another adversary that isn't just Kaz. which yes, a lot of ppl prefer Claudio being a good guy after all. But again, it's a thing they completely disregarded.

Devil Jin is another example of a character just being completely changed for no good reason. How he went from a murderous, cannibalistic, highly violent and sadistic person, to... being a force of good, someone that was always trying to protect Jin but Jin was just denying it? Like yes, those two examples I show from Tekken 6 are technically "non canon", but it's clearly what Devil's character was supposed to be. He wasn't supposed to like Jin, he was ashamed of Jin, he saw Jin as a weakling. He was never meant to be his protector - he wanted Jin out of the picture so he can be free to do whatever he wants, which usually involves killing, maiming, and gaining power.

But see? A character can go from a parasitic force that corrupts the host, to being a guardian devil just because the writers decided they wanted to do that. Disregard to previous canon. The same thing happened to Jin in Tekken 6. Jin was a complete good guy, but then he was suddenly turned into a ruthless, heartless, warmonger all because Harada thought it was "cool", again - disregard to what Jin was, what his story meant, everything his character was.

Or how Zafina had Azazel in her arm, could've potentially became a more important character because of this new power she possessed. Only... for Kazuya to take it away from her at practically the start of the game. A story for her character that went nowhere.

Because of that, it's just so hard to even become attached to a character because you just don't know when they're going to be completely changed into something they weren't... or when their stories will be dropped and they'll go nowhere. (Paul from being a comedic relief who had amazing feats of strength, to just becoming a complete joke with no wins and that nobody takes seriously. Or Asuka, obviously meant to be Jin's cousin and even hinted at possessing Jun's powers of purification. Only... for her to become Lili's sidekick and completely irrelevant to the story. Even Lili gets more respect than she does in TK8)

Then of course, with characters not being able to stay dead... not even for a single game. It's becomes more difficult to care when a character "dies" or is "about to die" when you know nothing is gonna happen. The character will come back, regardless of how they died, just because the writers want to use them again. Even if it means ruining the weight of the other games, or the developments characters had.

There's also the problem with the game itself becoming too saturated with jokes. I've spoke about this somewhat recently, but before, a lot of the characters were allowed serious endings or side stories. (Like check out Tekken 4's endings, I think almost every character had a serious ending with real character development in that one). But now the majority of the character endings are just either fluff or wacky shenanigans. Which again, makes you feel less invested in the characters when nothing serious is actually going on, and also makes it feel like the writers just... don't care as much anymore.

And I get that Tekken is a fighting game, but like... it still has a story it "proudly" presents. Therefore, it's still something people are liable to get invested in, and become disappointed when all canon is thrown out the window. It just makes you wonder what's the point of caring about what happens if it's gonna be undone in the next game. It makes you wonder why care about a character when their story, or even the character themselves, can be changed completely next game?

Of course, I love Tekken, and I am interested in seeing how crazy it can get. But I will say, I am becoming less invested with each game lol! TK4 had amazing writing and aesthetics, and I really wish the game could've kept following in TK4's footsteps rather than going completely off the rails like this. Really, TK's writing peaked at TK2-TK4, then it started going downhill from TK5.

[inquisitornocturn]

⊱─ 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕤𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟: 𝕔𝕙.𝟙 - 𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕥 ─⊰

➺ 𝕡𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘: Ascended Astarion x f!reader

➺ 𝕥𝕒𝕘𝕤: no y/n is used, rating - E, TW: mentions of childhood sexual abuse, general sexual abuse and mentions of sexual slavery (all of those happened in the past AA is not doing this to reader). PIV, creampie, blood drinking.

➺ 𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪 𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: you're skilled, driven and most importantly - ambitious. but even as someone in your position, a trained assassin and a leader of your own Guild, you still lend yourself to jobs that are of importance. even if those jobs sometimes mean attending parties. tonight - it's a masquerade and you're bored out of your mind, until the man who hired you to protect him leaves you alone, at the mercy of a stranger who suddenly took a keen interest in you.

this is a 7 chapter fic exploring Ascended Astarion through a lens of 7 deadly sins.

➺ 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 4,129

𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: as voted by my readers - here's Ascended Astarion and my take on 7 deadly sins that i looked at through his character. enjoy! <3

➺ 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥: [link]

Another boring party, another boring masquerade.

Your eyes sweep over the crowd but nothing seems unusual for the time being. People dancing, people chatting, people drinking. Most of them you recognize even behind their masks. Simple mannerisms, voices or even who they are spending time with tells you more than they probably would want to let on. It’s not hard for you to tell who’s who. After all, you worked for so many of them already.

Tonight you work as a guard for especially paranoid noble. Normally you don’t let yourself get hired for tasks, you have your whole Guild of experienced thieves and assassins to do all the minor and major works, but when the richest of Baldur’s Gate want your services specifically – you comply. Not only they pay handsomely, you also make connections among the patriars that do pay off in a long run.

No, you’re no Nine-fingers Keane, not yet at least, but you have gathered a respectable resume of deeds that are well known in the underbelly of Baldur’s Gate. You have a goal and that goal is simple – to control every Guild by taking over and uniting them. You’ve been working for years to make this happen and you built yourself from the ground up. Just like you escaped slavery in Hells, so will you become what you want to be – the ultimate ruler of Guilds of this godsdamned city that betrayed you before.

But you won’t let these thoughts distract you, not tonight. Not that you expect anything to happen in the first place. It’s a masquerade after all, who would even target the patriar you’re accompanying is beyond you. He’s a man who is scared to step on anyone’s toes, let alone anyone’s who could be a danger to him. Alas, he hired you and he’s paying so well you couldn’t refuse the offer. So now you’re here, in your best dress, with a domino mask on your face and a glass of wine in your hand. And, of course, couple daggers hidden under your dress. You are always prepared.

The patriar in question, one exalted Lord Goldbrith, is by your side and chatting with gusto to a young man. You suspect he brought you here not only to guard his life, but perhaps to help him disperse the rumors surrounding his sexuality. Not that most would judge in the first place, nobles and patriars probably are the most relaxed people when it comes to sexual liberty. However, Goldbrith’s issue is that his father wants an heir and if your little ‘prince’ over there leaves no such possibility by admitting that he’s not interested in women, well… then he risks losing the inheritance. And you’re not sure this man knows how to tie his own shoes, being pampered like a child all his life.

You almost roll your eyes, thinking how this is the worst some people have to deal with. No, they will never know what it is to be molested by their father and brother, no, they won’t know what it is to be sold to a brothel as a ten-year old and used. No, they won’t know what it’s like to be sold to Hells only to continue being a slave of desires of others just as you have been up here. You don’t scowl, but when you look at these spoiled men and women you feel disgust and anger.

No, stop, inhale… exhale. Your past is your past, but you’re stronger now, better. And you will have Baldur’s Gate by the throat eventually. You just have to be patient, have to spread your connections wider and have as many people indebted to you as possible. So that you can use them when the right time comes.

Again you inhale and slowly exhale, calming yourself. When you become the Guild Leader of Baldur’s Gate then each and every person in this room will have to treat you with respect. And most of them already do because you have made a name for yourself in these past years, for what it counts.

“Dearest, do you mind if I accompany this fine gentleman to the restroom? He says he cannot find it.” Lord Goldbrith is now talking to you, making you snap out of your bitter thoughts, and you look at him.

“Alone?” you ask and the man now seems flustered.

“Yes. There’s no need for you to come along, I think I will be perfectly safe. And it’s not far, if something happens - I’ll shout for you.” a nervous smile, intertwined fingers, yes, you know exactly what he’s going to be doing with this so-called fine gentleman. After all, he hired you to protect him and if he temporarily doesn’t need it…

“Very well, find me when you return, I shouldn’t stray too far.” you respond and Goldbrith pats your hand holding the glass of wine.

“I’ll be fine. Go, dance, mingle. Seems this event is quite safe for me.”

Sure it is, you think to yourself. You see his anxious desire to depart immediately from your company and you have no reason to hold him. He paid you already, after all.

“Of course, Lord Goldbrith.” you nod again and a smile of relief forms underneath his mask, you can see it in how the corners of his eyes crinkle.

“I’ll find you when I’m back.” his hand leaves yours and you watch Goldbrith navigate the crowd with his newest boy toy.

You can’t help but smile to yourself. At least he’ll be happy tonight and it won’t harm you to assure others he’s here with you if anybody asks. When you are paid so handsomely - you will tell people the sky is brown and grass is red.

“I saw your companion leave. Curious to ask why.” a voice you don’t recognize asks for your attention.

You turn to see a man standing close to your left side. His silver hair is immaculate with flowing locks and the domino mask that he’s wearing is bejeweled with what like looks actual gems. Behind the mask you see red piercing eyes. The man smiles and it’s more of a smug smirk than a heartfelt expression. It looks so natural on him that you are sure this is his default expression. A dangerous smile. A smile that spells ruin for those who scorn him; you’ve seen smiles like this before. 

“If you’re curious, why don’t you follow him and ask yourself?” you lift your glass to your lips and take a sip, keeping your eyes on him. 

“I’m not in a habit of following men.” elf responds, his tone of voice is cocky and the implication of his words is clear - he’s the one who leads and not the one who follows. 

Problem is, you don’t recognize him. Even with the mask on, you can tell that he’s a man of beauty, surely you must’ve heard of him even if you haven’t met him. But this is a masquerade, people don’t share names until midnight and there’s still couple hours left on the clock for that. You think how you can get his name out of him but your thoughts get interrupted because this mystery man steps even closer to you and glances at your glass. 

“More wine, my dear?”

Tsk. How much you despise nobles thinking they can use pet names on you. But you bite your tongue.

“I can serve myself if needed.” you step back from him and see his curious eyes examine your masked face. What does he even want?

Your gaze snaps down the moment you see him reach out. His fingers bear silver rings, some of them have gems, you recognize each and every one of those gems even before he steps closer again just to take your hand in his slender, manicured fingers.

“I thought maybe you could grant me a dance since your partner seems to be busy with a gentleman.” a pointed tone that his words carry tell you everything – he knows about the arrangement you have with Lord Goldbrith. How - you have not even a slightest idea, but he knows.

Except you’re not concerned that he knows, instead you notice his warm and soft touch when he raises your hand and leans down to meet it with his lips. Something that should be only a small peck gets prolonged and it’s as if he’s testing you because his eyes meet yours while his lips are still on your hand. It’s a long moment. Too long to be appropriate but you don’t pull your hand away.

“A dance? Perhaps I can do that.” you answer and offer the mysterious white-haired man a smile. He smiles too and straightens his back but keeps holding your hand.

“Wonderful. I think a waltz is about to start.” he says in a voice like honey. He’s interested in you, you can tell that much.

So maybe you could use him, just to relieve some pressure. It doesn’t have to be serious, these types of trysts never are. And you have been with couple other patriars like this before. Sneaking away from the main room, finding an empty study or an unused stairwell, quickly satisfying your needs and his without any need to talk about it afterwards. No strings attached, just pure carnal lust being gratified with a willing partner. This handsome elf could become this type of partner, if only for tonight.

You nod to him and put away your goblet to a nearby table, then feel him tug at your hand. You follow him to the ballroom and instead of staying at the edges of the dance floor as not to interrupt other twirling couples, this noble leads you right to the center. You don’t shy away when there’s attention placed on you, but tonight you are on the job and you would prefer if you weren’t noticed. Nonetheless, once more you let him do as he pleases and don’t pull your hand from his firm grasp or don’t try to hide away.

If he wants a dance with everyone watching – you will give him that dance.

When people part giving him and yourself the way to the center of the floor, this mysterious man finally stops and looks at you with a smirk. Even with the mask covering half his face you can see confidence, no, arrogance etched in every expression he makes. You don’t mind that. Something about arrogant men always intrigued you. Maybe because you too are full of pride, and you think that if only these men knew what you’re capable of, they wouldn’t be so self-assured around you. It gives your ego a boost, feeding your own arrogance, making you almost fearless no matter the situation, no matter the opponent or, just like in this case, no matter the partner. A dancing partner, at that, at least for now.

The man pauses, the music stops for a moment while musicians adjust for the upcoming tune and he steps closer, now pulling you closer with practiced ease. His hand on your lower back push you against his chest and you raise your eyebrows even though he cannot see it because of your own mask. Waltz is not danced chest to chest but it looks like he doesn’t care about etiquette or social manners. You don’t mind that at all, you like a man who knows what he’s doing.

And then the music starts again.

Your partner eases into the music with grace, his steps are easy, fluid and you follow him with as much grace as you can. It’s not your first waltz but he’s obviously a better dancer than you can ever hope to be.

“You know people are watching, right?” you say to the elf, bringing attention to how close he’s holding you and he scoffs arrogantly.

“We’re beautiful together, of course they are watching.” his hand on your lower back pushes slightly harder and you nearly lose your step.

A cocky grin on his face tells you that it was intentional. You smirk back to him because you know what he’s doing or at least trying to do. He’s sparring, trying to establish himself as superior to you in this setting. Maybe he’s trying to show that he’s superior over everyone in this ballroom. You’re not sure nor you care.

“I would like to know your name, darling.” your dancing noble says again when you don’t reply quick enough and you slightly smile, he’s getting impatient.

“It’s a masquerade, Lord. My name’s a mystery just as yours.” your reply rewards you with a chuckle that you feel reverberating from his chest against yours.

“Very well.” the man says and you can feel his fingers give yours a short squeeze. “But I will want to see what’s behind that mask once midnight strikes.” again his eyes pierce into yours and for just a split second the world around you melts away.

The chatter and laughter of patriars disappears, the music is all you hear. You feel the fabric of your dress brush against your legs and his as you both spin in motion to the rhythm of waltz. His hand so warm on yours, so warm even through your dress on your back. At last it feels like you both dance with the grace of gods themselves as he leads your steps. And you realize that you don’t want to wait until midnight to rip his mask off and see what’s underneath.

Yes, he will serve well to satisfy your lust, to help you take off the edge. You smile to him.

“Maybe we don’t have to wait for midnight after all.” you tell him and see a flash of surprise that turns into smugness. You also realize that waltz is coming to an end, perfect timing.

Before the elf replies the music tapers off and you step back from him despite his attempt to keep your body close to his, then you do a proper curtsey in thanks for the dance. Mystery man bows too, one hand behind him, but his eyes never leaving yours.

After you both stand tall again, you turn from him and walk off, sensing rather than knowing that he’s following. No one seems to be paying attention anymore, now that your dance is over and another one begins, and you weave through the crowd with easy expertise of an assassin. Passing unnoticed and uninterrupted. But you do quickly glance back to the spot where you were standing earlier, to check if Lord Goldbrith returned but seeing no sign of a man you turn your attention to the hallway for which you are aiming.

Soon enough you turn a corner but don’t get far before you feel yourself being pulled back by your wrist. You stop and look behind you only to see that the elf indeed has followed you. He tugs at your arm just like he did when leading you to the middle of a ballroom and you smirk, pressing your palms against his chest to soften the impact of your body against his.

He leans closer, his lips seeking yours yet you push away from him, seeing questions in his eyes, but instead of answering you grab his hand and make him trail after you in hurried footsteps. To your relief the elf doesn’t utter a word and you pass couple of doors before you stop and push at the third one, hoping that this room is potentially unoccupied, since you assumed the first two would be. That’s how it usually goes during these types of noble parties.

Yes, the room is empty and the silver-haired man follows you inside hurriedly, pushing the door closed behind him. When you stop he stops too and you release his hand, turning to him. For a moment you look each other in the eyes, you feel your heart beating heavy and fast in your chest. And then both of you step to each other at the same time as if you both heard a silent permission.

He grabs at your mask and you grab at his, pulling them away from your faces just a split second before your lips meet. You kiss him almost harshly, your desire taking control of you and he responds with same passion, pushing his tongue into your mouth in an instant. The masks drop to the floor and he steps forwards with you, pushing you backwards with his hands on your hips and your arms around his neck, until you bump into the bookshelf behind you.

Elf’s hands begin clawing at your dress, lifting the skirts up in a hurry and your hands blindly find their way to the buttons of his pants. The kiss is deep, the wine you taste on his tongue is even better than one from a glass. For a moment your tongue catches on his fang but you don’t have the time to wonder what’s that about. No, this moment is about getting and giving in equal measure.

The kiss breaks for a moment, you feel elf’s breath on your mouth and gasp softly when you feel his fingertips trace the outline of your underwear. You open your eyes and find him looking at you with intense lust-filled gaze, at the same time you finally manage to slip your hand into his pants. As you reach down, his precum stains your fingers and you smirk, palming his hard erection.

But your smile gets wiped off your face as the handsome elf pulls at the hem of your panties and slides two fingers down your slit, dipping just the tips of them into your core. He exhales with obvious lust and removes his hand, grabbing your hips as if preparing to lift you. You don’t waste time and you free his cock out of its confines. The moment you do that, the man lifts you by the hips. Immediately you wrap your legs around his waist, your hands gripping his shoulders for purchase. Without delay you feel your panties being pulled to the side and smooth tip of elf’s erection pressing against your soaked cunt.

No words are needed and no time is wasted. He thrusts into you with force and you moan, throwing your head back from the pleasure of him filling you and stretching you in most wonderful way. You quickly bite your lip down, trying to silence any forthcoming cries but you are not successful because when he starts pumping - it’s hard and demanding.

The room fills with pants and groans and you close your eyes, feeling the man’s lips on your neck, kissing and tasting your skin with his tongue. You whine with each snap of his hips, with each claim of his to your body, and you let go of his shoulders, your fingers reach over your head and to your sides, looking for a shelf to grasp onto, but for a while you only find the spines of books, pulling at them and making them drop to the floor with silent thuds.

Then your eyes snap open as pain briefly shoots through your shoulder but you immediately realize what’s going on. Of course he’s a vampire. The crimson eyes, the fangs, strange you didn’t realize it earlier. You let your eyelids drop as the vampire sucks on your blood while relentlessly pounding into you at the same time, and you have to clench your teeth to prevent yourself from shouting into the ceiling. It’s not your first time sleeping with a vampire so you’re not afraid, if anything it gives you a thrill of danger that you never get from other patriars in such short-term arrangements.

You feel the fangs leave your neck and a greedy tongue laps at the bite marks left behind while you finally manage to grasp onto the shelves, clinging for your dear life. You crane your head and look at the elf, seeing that his eyes are on you, then he catches your lips in a scorching kiss, his teeth tugging at your bottom one and you mewl at that, it’s harder and harder for you to keep silent as your pleasure begins to build. Your partner in this quick tryst pounds himself so religiously into you that you are beginning to feel sore already and that only adds to the pleasure.

For a moment the elf just keep thrusting while biting on your lower lip and when you look at him he keeps an eye contact with you, but then his teeth part and he presses his face to the side of your neck that doesn’t have his fresh bite mark. You hear him gasp for air and you know he’s close too. You release the shelf with one hand to tangle your fingers into his hair, grasping firmly just before you close your eyes again and let go.

A deep thrust, another one, then another one - your mewls follow each other of them and your mind swims just before your orgasm overwhelms your senses. You don’t know how loud you are or how hard you are gripping vampire’s hair, all you know is pleasure and his cock pushing you to your limits. You don’t even know how long the waves of pleasure rip through you, making your cunt clench on his shaft so deliciously, as if on a quest to milk him sooner than he wishes. You hear him grunt something, a word, maybe two, you’re not sure and it doesn’t matter.

When your bliss begins subsiding and your mind starts to clear you find yourself still being fucked. You whimper, sore and satisfied, but pull at elf’s hair, making him look at you. His face is sweaty, his teeth are clenched, showcasing his fangs, and you see that he’s close. You heavily kiss him but he doesn’t respond. Instead he grunts against your mouth and then moans, his thrusts becoming erratic at the same moment as he begins spilling himself deep inside of you. You slide your tongue against his teeth, your eyes heavy-lidded from your own pleasure and additional satisfaction seeing that he seems to be enjoying this too, like it’s a compliment to you. And then his hips finally stop, his grip on your hips is slippery and he’s digging his fingers into your flesh, leaving bruises for the future.

The elf opens his eyes to look at you, he’s utterly out of breath but you don’t let him say anything, you just kiss him again and he responds, albeit less energetically now. You had a moment to recover while he just rode out his orgasm to the fullest. With a smirk you lean your head back and push at him slightly, making him set you on the floor. The white-haired man looks disheveled and you most likely look the same, but you just smirk to him, taking in his appearance, the messy hair, the open pants and his softening erection, still leaking last drops of cum. A wonderful view and a state that you like seeing men in.

With sweaty palms you smoothen out skirts of your dress and pick up your domino mask from the floor, then give him a wink, walking out of the room. You don’t see the look the man gives you: one of shock and partial anger that you’re leaving without another word. As if he’s realizing it is you who used him and not the other way around. Your arrogance leaves him stumped. But you finally know who he is: Lord Astarion Ancunin.

With a satisfied grin you walk back to the ballroom, trying to ignore your underwear that’s getting soaked with his seed and your own arousal, but you know he won’t follow you right now, most likely too insulted that you used him to get relief. You put on your mask again and enter the ballroom, immediately seeing Lord Goldbrith impatiently tapping his foot at the same spot where he stood last before leaving with a young gentleman. When you approach him he looks irritated.

“Let’s leave.” he demands and you raise your eyebrows but you don’t argue. If you can leave early and go home to wash up that’s all the better. After all, the moment Lord Goldbrith is in his carriage your job is done and you won’t argue against a short night.

“As you say.” you nod and Goldbrith curtly nods in response, then marches towards the main exit.

You follow him but give one more glance behind you before you leave the room. You notice white curls and a crimson-eyed intense, angry gaze in your direction just before dancing couples hide all of it away.

You smirk to yourself. You have a suspicion you will meet him again.

[not-alien-girl-v]

Disconnected (Matty Healy)

warning: not smut but it might as well be. mentions of doing the dirty but. it doesn’t happen. you know. also george gets roasted sorry georgenation

note: meow

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he collapses on top of you, sweat coating his bare skin. a long exhale releases from his lungs as he sinks into your body. you keep your hands on his back, rubbing up and down comfortingly, soothing the angry red marks left by your nails just a few minutes ago.

he hums in contentment and places featherlight kisses to the right side of your neck. you giggle and push him off you.

“what? done with me already?” you don’t say anything, expecting him to just fall asleep like he usually does at the end of your ‘after he gets back from the studio quickie.’ it’s not always like this, your sex life with him, this is just one, predictable aspect of it.

it’s almost like you both know how good he fucks you when you ask for it, that it makes up for all the simple, mundane sex you have most of the time.

suddenly, he turns to his side, propping his head up on his hand, and his silent stare is harrowing. “yes?” you ask him, wishing you could read his mind. sometimes you swear he can read yours.

“can i ask you something?” he doesn’t meet your eyes when he says this, and you can only assume the worst.

1. would you still love me if i was gay?

2. will you help me bury the body?

3. when i die of terminal cancer, will you promise not to remarry?

you’ve just been staring at him staring at the crisp white bedsheets and when he looks into your eyes, you are reminded that he can’t actually read your mind, and your attempts at telepathic communication are feeble.

“sure, baby.”

“ok. i’m gonna ask you, and no matter what your answer is, i promise i won’t get mad. you hear me?”

“yes?”

he reaches out to grab your arm, “i mean it, i won’t get mad, i’m just genuinely curious, i’m not fishing for a compliment or anything, i just really want to know.”

what on earth is he on about?

“just ask your question.”

he sighs again. “who’s the best man you’ve ever hooked up with?”

you close your eyes in a mix of both confusion and a bit of disappointment. “like… character-wise or sex-wise?”

“sex-wise.”

you nod, about to say something.

he doesn’t let you.

“i bet it was george, wasn’t it. i’m sure of it. god, when you two hooked up, he was in his prime. i mean, not that he isn’t fit now, i’m sure he still fucks, but back then… i bet he knew what he was doing. how was it with him? be honest, i won’t be upset.”

you just smile silently as he can never shut his big mouth. “that’s pretty gay.”

he chuckles at your response, still egging you on for a real response. “come on, he’s a drummer, so obviously, he’s got rhythm, and he’s a very big boy, so you know he’s got the size.”

you reach forward to brush a stray curl behind his ear, enjoying his beautiful tranquility for as long as you can, because you know he will inevitably get riled up the more this conversation continues.

“i’m starting to think you just want to hear about what it’d be like to fuck your friends,” you brush your fingers through his hair continuously, and he closes his eyes, nearly forgetting about your conversation.

“you’re changing the subject darling,” he leans into your touch.

“so you’re saying you don’t want to know? what it would be like?”

he opens his eyes, “of course i want to know! we’re all straight men in committed relationships to beautiful women, i may never get the experience.”

you rest your hand on the edge of his face, rubbing his temple in circles with your thumb. “you know, if you ever wanted to fuck any of them, i think i’d let you. it’s only fair, since me and george, you know.”

“it wouldn’t be the same, though, because when you and him fucked, we weren’t together yet, i hadn’t told you i liked you. it would mean too much if i shagged my mates now since you and i are you know… whatever.”

you gasp in amusement, “did you really just refer to our relationship as whatever?”

he pouts, but you know he’s laughing on the inside. “i’m sorry.”

“it’s fine, i guess.”

“wait, you never answered my question!”

“alright. i’ll get into it. you ready?” he nods, looking more prepared than you are for what’s to come. “george was… i mean… it was good. to somebody else, maybe it was great. but to me? i don’t know, we just didn’t mix well together.”

“what d’you mean, baby?”

“like, okay, you look at a guy like that, you assume a certain thing from him while fucking. like you go into doing it with a level of expectations, somewhat high, and he just didn’t meet them.”

“can you be a little more vague? i think i’m almost understanding you, god forbid that happen.”

“fine, fine. truth is, he was too gentle. like you said, he’s a drummer, he’s super muscular, and he’s huge, you expect him to give a rough fucking or even something adjacent to it, and like, i mean, i’m a big girl, i can take it, but every 5 minutes was like ‘are you okay?’ ‘is this too much’ ‘do you need me to stop?’ you’d have thought he was a virgin the way he was so awkward and nervous and gentle. it was weird.”

“that is weird. i never thought that’s how it would be with him.”

“did i ruin the magic for you? now that you know fucking your best friend would be underwhelming?”

“it wasn’t magic, more morbid curiosity,” he speaks.

“morbid? it’s not like we’re talking about fucking a dead body, it’s just george.”

“agree to disagree, my love.” he gets up, butt ass naked, and pulls on some clean boxers from his closet. then, he stops in his tracks, and turns around to face you again. “wait, answer the question, for real this time. i won’t be mad.”

“it’s you.” you speak it plain, simple, and true. you wonder why he even debated the question.

“really?”

“really. it’s always been you.”

“aw, that’s so sweet. just don’t go getting feelings for me, i’m a lone wolf, don’t do relationships,” he warns as he walks out of his room, heading to his kitchen.

the irony hits you as heavy as the new engagement ring on your finger he presented to you a week ago. you laugh to yourself, feeling smitten.

he returns in a moment with a glass of water and sets it down on the nightstand next to where you lay. “drink, darling”

you obey, giving him a look over the rim of the cold glass as it rests against your kiss-swollen lips. you swallow, “you’re being pretty sweet to me, for a ‘lone wolf.’”

he smiles, enjoying the near endless banter between the two of you. “every alpha needs their omega.”

“ew, that’s gross, get out of here, you freak!” you gently nudge him off of the side of the bed where he sits.

he gives you his classic dumb smile as he leaves the room with the now empty glass of water, likely returning it to the dishwasher.

when he gets back, you can’t help but continue his dumb conversation. “i think i’m the alpha in this relationship, anyway. you’re my bitch.”

he nods in agreement, “i’m your bitch.”

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