#oh to be absolutely decimated by ur lover

[massensterben-a]

@jawlost​ said:            ‘  you’re not gentle with me  &  i would never ask you to be.  ’

There are two animals panting in the aftermath, red tongues lolling out over rows of bared teeth. His knees drive into the carpet, that cheap, rotten thing stained with broken glass and liquor. He scents the aftermath of lightning on the air, some thunderstorm that must have trashed the living room. Bertholdt is on hands and knees, shivering as adrenaline ebbs out of his system. He can only hear his pulse, that droning, oppressive pressure in his veins, so thick it threatens to clog the canals. He thinks he might die of a heart attack. —But no, most likely not. 

Porco is with him, slinks closer, cuts his feet on the shards that glisten like badly rendered snow. Under the meaty weight of his palm, Bertholdt flinches like a mad horse, eyes rolling, whites showing. It is owed to exhaustion, to that constant gnawing of blackness at the edges of his optic nerves, that he doesn’t try to break free again. He is spent. What fight he had in him, what spirits he was wrestling to death, it’s all gone away. Left him in the crater, again. That seems his nature. He is the thing that remains after the conflict is burned away. So much like a child, abandoned by the thing that birthed it. But for once his searching hand doesn’t run into nothing, not like a slow dagger or a pulled punch. 

He finds a body there, right next to him. Porco settles by his side, drags him down by the trembling arm, that support beam that threatens to break. Bertholdt imagines that, bones splintering under the strain, flesh torn and twisted by his comrade’s grip. It would fit them, wouldn’t it? They are damaged goods. They are good at damage. His jaw still aches. That must be why he is on the floor. Porco has a good right hook these days. But he is here, in the aftermath. They are heaped upon each other like jetsam, washed ashore. 

Bertholdt is a heaving, grotesque figure, spilled unfavorably, too long and too large, sunken against a steady chest. He must have hurt him. No man can sit in the wreckage with bloody knuckles and gasping breath and not feel the lacerations of proximity, of all the stupid, hateful things Bertholdt said. And he knows he said them to hurt, to jab and scratch, to get Porco the fuck away from him. But Porco, his Porco, would never allow that. He doesn’t sit and take a beating, does he? He retaliates. Bertholdt can’t sink his teeth into him without immediately feeling claws burrow into his chest, to the heart, always to the heart. Porco asks a very important question with every punch, every bellow and shove. 

Who the fuck do you think you are? 

And Bertholdt, without fail, can’t answer. So when he wakes, when the fog clears and the red haze recedes, he’s here again, clinging to Porco’s shoulders, so sorry, so ashamed. Who in their right mind sticks around for this roadside freak show? 

“I should be,” He mutters, his voice a hollow crack in Bertholdt’s throat, a gust of hot breath against Porco’s. “You don’t deserve this. You’ve never... Not you. I shouldn’t be angry at you. I’m not. I don’t think I am.” He draws his breath as if he has anything to impart but this stammering, jammed apology. 

Instead he smiles, attempts to appease, as if Porco isn’t running his fingers through sweat-soaked hair, as if he isn’t already holding him, enduring him again and again. Bertholdt gestures limply to his jawline, where it pulses with the heat of impact. “You got me really good there. Still feel it.” 

[blossom-hwa]

family restaurant cook!reader with childhood friend haknyeon who absolutely LOVES their cooking

class is over I don’t have to worry about stats until thursday so HERE WE GO

your and hak’s parents are old friends who live in a small town together and even though it’s small it’s v comfortable and sweet and literally there were only two ways you + hak could have turned out: best friends or enemies and luckily enough for your parents it was the first and so yeah! your parents run a little family restaurant so you’ve basically been cooking n shit since you were a kid and hak’s dad or smth has a nearby farm while his mom works in the town and it’s rlly cute bc the farm is a little far away from the town so after school hak will come to the restaurant with you and your parents will feed the two of you some snacks or whatever and you’ll do your homework and then later hak’s mom will come over and drive hak home  :) and yeah both of your parents get a headache from all your yelling but like it’s worse than having their kids be absolute enemies so who’s complaining

so this like continues as you two grow older, even though you + hak start attending after school activities instead of going right to the restaurant after school you both always meet up outside the school gates or one of you will go to the restaurant before the other and wait around there because?? it’s tradition?? like sometimes maybe your other friends will be like oh do you want to come over and do something and unless it’s planned out in advance you’re like sorry no i’m going to the restaurant with hak and vice versa and literally everyone is CONVINCED you two are in love but both of you are absolutely oblivious and?? so what if you have little fights in the back of the kitchen (not food fights bc your parents would beat your ass for wasting food) but like. hak will throw an onion at you and then you throw a potato back and he’ll threaten to bring his pig over and decimate the place and you point out he’d have no food then and then he’s like ur right ur right and you both cackle and everyone in the restaurant (customers + parents) are like. how are you not DATING yet

it doesn’t even cross your mind to date until people start pairing off in high school and suddenly everyone’s got a partner or whatever and it feels weird but like?? you and hak just make a deal to stay single together and if you make it to thirty without getting married you two will just marry each other or whatever (hak pressures you into this just bc he wants your cooking and you point that out but he’s just like. well you’re not wrong but also you get my sunny personality and beautiful disposition so are you complaining? and no you’re not so you agree) and when hak tells his friends this they’re just like. DUDE YOU’RE SO IN LOVE ASK THEM OUT and hak is like we’re just friends!! just friends now i gotta go help y/n at the restaurant (aka eat all the food while you try to cook) and they’re just like GOD HELP YOUR OBLIVIOUS ASSES

but honestly dating and love is inevitable at some undetermined point like. you’re cooking and hak is stealing meat from the pan and you’re yelling at him that it’s unsanitary + he’s going to burn himself if he touches the stove and he’s just grinning and eating more and he says some shit like ‘your food is the best though i can’t stop’ and yeah idek but in that moment you’re like. oh my GOD i’m in love with this stupid piece of shit motherfucker who’s only around for my food and likes to let his pig loose whenever i visit the farm what the fuck what the fuck what the FUCK and hak has come to a similar realization when he calms down and lets you cook and just watches you doing your thing with the most concentrated expression and he’s like HECK MY FRIENDS WERE RIGHT I’M IN LOVE

anyway

hak is sleeping over at your house for the night bc reasons idk maybe his mom and dad are going out of town for an anniversary or smth equally cheesy (both you and hak fake vomit even though they’ve done this every year) and yeah hak is definitely old enough to stay on the farm alone but he’s like! i can reach school easier from the restaurant pls let me stay over PLEASE and we all know it’s not bc of school or anything it’s bc you two don’t want to mess up your ~traditions~ and your parents are anything but oblivious (even though you two are) so they’re like okay cool please get together and date while you’re at it and it’s like midnight and you + hak are in the restaurant doing homework and hak is complaining about work and begging you to cook and you’re like it’s MIDNIGHT we shouldn’t eat at MIDNIGHT and he’s like??? why the fuck not???? and you’re just like jfc if you want food so much what will you do for it

and IT’S MIDNIGHT AND BOTH OF YOU ARE SLEEPY AND TIRED AND HUNGRY SO WHAT THE FUCK ELSE CAN HAK SAY BUT ‘I’LL KISS YOU IF YOU COOK FOR ME’ 

you fall off the chair and your books just drop to the floor and hak’s like. oh my god i really just said that and he’s in half a mind to just RUN OUT THE DOOR AND BACK TO HIS FARM but you’re like. are u telling the truth and he just kinda nods and you’re like WELL I’M GONNA COLLECT MY FUCKING KISS BEFORE I COOK JUST SO I MAKE SURE YOU’RE NOT LYING TO ME

weird way to get together but that night you wake your parents up with the noise in the kitchen bc you and hak alternate between begging for more kisses and fucking stuff up on the stove and you’re both like. oh heck sorry and your parents just look at each other like. what idiots did we raise at least they’re together now and holy shit it’s just really fucking cute bc hak is the definition of a gentleman when he isn’t being a little shit so it’s all hand holding and flowers n shit meanwhile you cook and feed him in the back of the restaurant (which doesn’t stop him from still trying to steal food but you’ve gotten p good at defending the stove from his grabby hands) and everyone wants to throw up bc you’re such a stupidly cute couple (like?? childhood best friends to lovers that EVERYONE has seen coming??? how is that NOT stupidly cute) and yeah it’s just great

hak burns himself on the stove trying to steal food and you almost just leave him to nurse the burn on his own but he starts fake-crying loud enough for the customers (who are all regulars and have literally watched you two grow up together, they’re your biggest shippers) to hear so you bandage up his stupid finger and feed him when he insists he can’t do it himself bc he’s ~injured~

the old couple who runs the candy shop down the street gives you two couple discounts every time you go in bc “you remind us so much of ourselves” and it’s cringe but sweet and you/hak love them

you promised to get married at age thirty if you were still single but voila you’re definitely not single so you get married before then��and half the town shows up and everyone’s screaming about how they all saw it coming and the wedding’s a mess and you feed hak but he also feeds you and then you kiss and you can taste cake on his lips

and that’s how it goes