#one sec he says sorry and the next he stabs you in the back

[heymeowmao]

月歌行 | Song of the Moon E39 🌙 I’m sorry.

[kydrogendragon]

Dec 14 - Naughty

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Morpheus had been acting… strange. As of late. Hob almost wondered if he was coming down with something. They have been out in the cold more often lately. And it did all seem to start after they’d gotten their Christmas tree. But whenever Hob would ask him, he said he was fine. No fever (he’d made Morpheus take his temp, just to be sure), no chills, no nothing. So whatever was going on with him, it wasn’t because he was ill.

It did make Hob wonder, though, what was causing his friend to act so strange. He wondered if it was something he had done because for the past two weeks, it’s like he’s been avoiding him. Hob would plop down on the couch next to Morpheus, getting ready for their Friday movie nights, like they had for the past two months. Then, Morpheus would get up, either grabbing a drink or a snack, but rather than sitting back down where he had, he’d go sit in one of the armchairs instead.

It hurt. And it wasn’t just movie nights either. He sat across from Hob for meals, rather than beside him. Or he’d go eat in his room. Whenever he’d reach out to give his friend a hug, Morpheus would duck out or shy away. He used to always accept them.

Had he felt obligated, before? Did he finally realize that he would always be welcome here and no longer had to try and please him by being close to him? Not that Hob ever wanted him to feel that way, regardless. Wherever he was, Morpheus would always be welcome, in whatever capacity he wished. Now Hob just worries his friend felt… forced. It made his stomach twist.

Morpheus is in his room. Hob knocks, gently rapping his knuckles against the wood. There’s shuffling behind the door before it’s opened. Morpheus looks flushed again. Maybe this is just his body in the winter?

“Hey,” Hob greets, stepping back away from the threshold. He didn’t want Morpheus to feel uncomfortable again. “Mind if we talk for a sec?” The flush in his friend’s cheeks all but vanished. He nods, stiffly, and walks back into his room, sitting on the edge of his bed. Hob takes a breath and follows in.

Morpheus sits, his hands holding tightly onto his knees. Christ, he looks like he’s a second away from bolting. It stabs Hob right through the heart. He had done this. The worst part is he doesn’t know what exactly he’s done. Hob knows he’s carried a torch for his friend for the longest of times, and that flame only grew when he became human, but he’d thought he’d done a good job at keeping the line between friend and crush separate.

Apparently not.

He hesitates, debating if he ought to take a seat or remain standing. He’s not sure what was better. He decides, in the end, to sit, but at the very bottom end of the bed.

“Listen… I’m sorry, Morpheus. I really, really am.” He sighs and rests his forearms on his knees. “I didn’t mean to make this awkward or, or make you feel uncomfortable. That’s the last thing I’d ever want. So, whatever it is I’ve done, tell me. Please. So I can try and fix it. I’ll swear I’ll never do it again.”

He feels Morpheus’s gaze on him. He’s silent for a while.

“You... are apologizing.”

“Yeah,” Hob says, turning to his friend, his face pulled tight in regret. “Sorry it took so long. Didn’t realize till today.”

“I do not understand.”

“Why am I apologizing?”

“Yes.”

Hob blinks, suddenly wondering if he’s drastically misread the situation.

“I… You’d been dodging me. Thought I did something to make you not feel safe around me.”

Morpheus laughs and the weight on Hob’s shoulders begins to fade. Not completely, but some.

“It is not you who ought to be apologizing, but I.” Morpheus closes his eyes and sighs, his shoulders falling in the way Hob has learned to recognize means Morpheus thinks he’s going to say something that has dire consequences. “I have, as of late, been thinking of you as the object of my desires, especially those of a carnal nature. I had verified that it was not due to my siblings interference, and so I have accepted that it is just… me. And my doings. And so I apologize, Hob Gadling. You are my dearest friend and deserve better.”

It takes Hob a good few minutes to process everything he just said. But then it hits him like a truck.

“Are…” He pauses, squinting at Morpheus, because he’s not sure if he’ll be able to recover if he also misunderstood what he just said. “Are you saying that you… fantasized… about me?”

His friend flushes and nods, not looking at Hob, but rather the wall across the bed. And here Hob thought he’d been too forward, somehow. Turns out he needed to be the opposite.

“How long has that been going on?”

“For a fortnight hence.”

“Two weeks.”

“Yes.”

“You’ve been jacking it to me for two weeks?”

Morpheus’s face scrunches at the verbiage and Hob smiles.

“Yes. Since you seem so keen to mock me with such crude terms.” Hob scoots closer, feeling emboldened by the confession.

“Yeah? Would it please you to know you’ve been the subject of my fantasies for the past, oh, four hundred some years?”

He can feel the wind from how quickly Morpheus whips his head to face him. His beautiful blue eyes are wide and dart across his face.

“Truly?”

“Yup.” Hob says, popping the ‘P’. “So really, what I’m hearing is, I should be apologizing for not noticing and taking care of you earlier?”

Morpheus’s eyes darken. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips and Hob can’t help but follow the motion.

“Perhaps,” he muses, leaning forward into Hob’s space. “And how might you pay for your actions?”

Hob chuckles and leans in as well. Their lips are just centimeters apart. He can feel Morpheus’s hot breath on his skin and he shutters.

“I can think of a few things.” He slides down, off the bed, and onto his knees. He shuffles so he’s positioned right in between Morpheus’s legs. His friend turns his feet in, closing Hob in with a smile. Then Hob has a thought.

“Wait,” he says, resting his hands on Morpheus’s knees. “Two weeks ago. Is that why you were acting so weird in the car ride home?”

Morpheus looks to the side, raising his chin in a defiant manner. “Perhaps.”

“Okay,” Hob laughs, shaking his head fondly. “I have to know, though, what was it about buying pre-cut trees in the Tesco parking lot that really did it for you?”

Morpheus sighs and looks down at Hob from the corner of his eye. “It was not the trees, Hob Gadling.” He chides, still somehow managing to sound regal, despite their situation. “It was the show of strength and prowess at your ability to provide.” He clears his throat. “Also, you looked quite fine from my angle whilst you were securing the tree in place.”

“It’s cause those jeans made my arse look good, wasn’t it.”

“Perhaps.”

Hob hums and climbs up out of his kneeling position. He slots his arms between Morpheus’s arms and his body, trapping him between the bed.

“Well, those jeans are in the wash, unfortunately, but I can show off that strength of mine again for you.” Hob winks before he hauls Morpheus’s body up and over his shoulder. His hips dig into Hob’s shoulder, his legs dangle in front. Hob places one hand on the backs of his knees to keep him steady and gives him a firm spank on the arse. Morpheus squeals.

“Hob Gadling,” Morpheus growls without any heat behind it.

“Yes dear?” He replies in a sing-song tune.

“If you do not carry me to your bed and fuck me proper, I will not forgive you for this.” Well, if he had to worry about not being hard enough (he didn’t), that command did the trick.

“Your wish is my command.”

[ruvviks]

it's been a hot sec since i've talked about cyberpunk and i was initially working on a fic that would tell the story of this whole thing, but i've abandoned it many months ago and cannot say when i'll be picking it up again SO! i've decided to instead make this timeline. sorry in advance for how much information is in this thing the cyberpunk extended blorboverse essentially refers to the story parallel to the in-game events of cyberpunk 2077 that @mojaves and i came up with. we don't really have a better name for it but at this point the term has been used so many times that i feel like everyone here knows what it is by now, but at the same time we've never really explained the full scope of what the story is by now (it's a lot sorry). so in an attempt to get you guys a little bit more up to date with it all, here's a semi coherent timeline that describes the core events of the story and every branching story that came out of it! for additional background information, you can check out the following posts (timeline 1 / timeline 2 / timeline 3) to catch up with the continuation of the in-game storyline that's referenced in this timeline, but it's mostly irrelevant to everything here save for a couple of referenced events that cross over between the stories. it all ties together very intricately sorry about that. don't worry too much about it i've included my taglist down below to make sure people who are interested won't miss this post, but feel free to skip over this if it's not your thing! won't be doing a lot of this kind of stuff in the future but i'm trying to get back to the cyberpunk roots so this is kind of like, a good starting point and reference point for later posts!

The story starts in early 2077 and is centered around Sebastian Vidal, gang leader of the Cobras and previous test subject of Arasaka Special Programs (the linked page is a lot of information but gives the most coherent overview of what the branch actually is). The current director of the SERPENT projects, Andrew Colton, and Dr. Alana Cartier, both want him dead, to tie up their last loose end before the rest of Arasaka can find out and shut down Special Programs once and for all.

Over the past months they’ve been hiring various assassins in secret, to try and get Seb killed; however, these assassins keep failing, and their latest attempt lies in the hands of Cassidy Shaffer, an ex-corpo turned assassin with a strong moral code and plenty of experience to his name. With little to work with, as his mysterious client doesn’t give out much information, Cassidy starts with what he thinks is gonna be a quick and easy job– but he ends up hunting after Seb for essentially a year.

During this year, the two men have a series of wild encounters that get more and more insane the longer it goes on; it includes, but is unfortunately not limited to, Cassidy biting off a chunk of Seb’s ear, the two of them running over the highway, the two of them getting handcuffed together and chased by the NCPD then hit by a car right in front of the hospital, and Seb sensually licking blood off Cassidy’s face after having stabbed him when Cassidy wanted to strike at a concert Seb is visiting.

All of it comes to a sudden stop when Cassidy learns his client has been lying to him the whole time, and since he does not appreciate lying clients he ends up jumping sides and teams up with the Cobras to do some cleanup duty in Arasaka Special Programs. He and Seb work together to go after a list of targets to get the still ongoing projects mostly to a halt, while remaining in the shadows themselves as to not draw too much attention their way; and during this collaboration they meet several people from their past, bringing back both good and bad memories.

One of these people is Hanan Chisaka, the Head of Security at Special Programs. She ends up becoming the next test subject of Project Cobra after the last successful subjects, Xavier and Gabriel Mason, end up escaping in the midst of the chaos of Hanako Arasaka’s capture in mid-2077. Once Seb’s best friend and Cassidy’s mentor, she’s now forced to hunt the both of them down; but in their final confrontation she snaps out of the controlled mode Arasaka keeps her in and runs away with them, effectively leaving Special Programs without any test subjects. Another one of these people is Reid Bennett, Cassidy’s ex and ex-coworker back at MaxTac. He still works for the corporation and has been on an ongoing investigation into Arasaka Special Programs; seeing Cassidy alive and well, working together with Seb no less, piques his interest and he continues to look further into the case, which will cause him to make a very big mistake later on in the timeline.

By September 2078, Seb and Cassidy have successfully taken down all their planned targets and retreat back into the shadows, leaving Special Programs with many losses and no test subjects. With the APEX program discontinued a month earlier (incident discussed in this fic, which is a continuation of the in-game events), and Hanako Arasaka recovered and ready to take the corporation back from the hands of her corrupt brother, Special Programs ends up having to retreat for the time being, and cook up a new plan in the background.

Special Programs by this point is run by Andrew Colton, Alana Cartier, and Kaida Akiyama, three players who have been in the game for a long time already in the SERPENT projects’ runtime. Colton and Cartier are married– Cartier used to be married to Seb and cheated on him for a good amount of time when he was still at Arasaka– but their marriage is starting to fall apart. Akiyama has had to watch over Special Ops agent Ambrose Hawthorne for a while during his chase after the Mason twins, which ended up with the twins dead and Hawthorne going into early retirement (Arasaka doesn’t know the twins faked their death and Ambrose is now dating one of them lol), and xe is now determined to help Colton and Cartier get Seb back into Arasaka so the projects can continue.

Cassidy’s initial plan was to leave as soon as the collaboration would come to an end, but he has found his place with the Cobras and instead ends up officially joining them.The next chapter in the story is a more laid-back and easygoing chapter, in which Cassidy learns to be part of real life again, and in which Seb learns to let people get close to him again after spending years trying to convince himself he doesn’t need any help. Over the course of a little over a year (all the way to November 2079), the two grow even closer than they had already done, going on gigs together and, you guessed it, slowly but surely falling in love until they inevitably end up together at the end of it.

Not long after the two get together, Reid returns into Cassidy’s life. He wants to try and be friends again and Cassidy gives him a second chance, though this soon enough turns out to have been a mistake, with Reid trying to create distance between Seb and Cassidy and then going as far as trying to sell Cassidy to Kang Tao (one of the few corporations that have been hunting Cassidy down for a while now) in exchange for his own freedom from MaxTac (where he would have otherwise been stuck at for probably the rest of his life). Naturally, Reid can’t watch Cassidy get tortured for long and leaks his location to the Cobras, who find and free Cassidy and take Reid into captivity instead– he does not get killed, but instead has to sit out some time at a safehouse somewhere in solitude, where he gets to decide what kind of person he wants to be in the future.

This brings us to Elysium; a gorgeous spaceship which was supposed to be a relatively cheap escape from reality for everyone who wanted a refreshing break from Earth, but through Arasaka sponsorship has become just another cash-grab project to compete with the Crystal Palace– and considering the megacorporation has its greasy hands all over it, the secret labs in the spaceship are used for a series of very unethical experiments. Naturally so, it would be the perfect place for Colton to continue his SERPENT projects without the risk of Hanako Arasaka finding out and shutting the place down. He sends forces up to Elysium (obviously after his other attempts at relocating the project to space have failed tremendously, having lost contact with every single crew in the smaller Arasaka stations in orbit around the planet), but since he’s not there himself his cousin (one of the CEOs of Elysium), Maxwell Crane, unbeknownst to Colton, takes control of the SERPENT projects in space instead. From the earlier linked Special Programs page: “Project Eryx used the technology of previous projects, but took a completely new approach in the hosts it used; rather than focusing on the human psyche it attempted to create a new type of cyborg which would lack the humanity that caused previous projects to fail. The Cobra chips were no longer used and the software was instead installed directly onto the host’s mainframe. The flexibility of the new hosts– more robot than human, and in some cases the entire human aspect was lacking altogether– allowed for experimentation with highly advanced cybernetic enhancements and military grade tech and upgrades, turning the test subjects– dubbed ‘prototypes’– into dangerous, unstoppable killing machines.”

Things settle down for Seb and Cassidy, but this moment of peace does not last long. In January 2081 the two find themselves traveling to the spaceship Elysium, to investigate a curious situation in the laboratories– they’ve been hired by Arasaka without their knowledge and it’s a setup to get Cassidy killed and Seb back in Cartier’s control.

While in space, they learn that the secret labs have suffered an outbreak of the above mentioned prototypes. They quickly connect the dots and realize Special Programs is back in the game, and they work together with security guards Aubrey Valentine and Leon dello Russo to try and fix the situation before it gets out of hand. Obviously this fails tremendously and Elysium ends up on a complete lockdown after a ship-wide outbreak, which is eventually contained in late March of that year, with CEO Maxwell Crane dead, leaving only his wife Kinsley Osborn behind.

Elysium continues to exist and is rebuilt after the crisis, and Kinsley Osborn can now finally turn it into the retreat it was always meant to be. Previously, most Elysium employees were to be stuck in space for the rest of their lives; however, with Arasaka out of the picture they are free to leave as they please, which results in a gigantic cut in total employee count in the months that follow.

Seb and Cassidy return to Night City and take Aubrey and Leon with them. Aubrey reunites with his sisters; Becca, James, and Rikki, and soon after his return to the city he opens an LGBTQ+ nightclub called Bodytalk with them, found Downtown, City Center, in June 2081. Not only is it a fun place to hang out at, it’s also his main hub as a fixer, and he starts a collaboration with the Cobras to get business going between the gang and the club; and soon enough it grows into a large and powerful network of connections, which is the foundation on which the rest of the stories are built.

After this point in time, many many more things happen but it would take me another hour or ten to go into full detail of all of that, so instead here’s a quick rundown of some of the other things that Bodytalk gets involved in:

Reid Bennett is handed over to Aubrey and he starts working at the club, and he becomes a very valued employee as well as a good friend to many now that he’s no longer fucking insane

Kaida Akiyama returns from Elysium and shows up to Hanan’s doorstep, to ask for her help with getting out of Arasaka for good; much later on, xe starts working for Bodytalk as well, in an attempt to put xyr past behind xem and become a better person

Urban Dynamite starts performing at the club regularly, and it becomes their home base

Luna Serratos, Cassidy’s ripperdoc friend from all the way back to killing era, gets involved in the Harbinger case from Maelstrom (one of the gang’s most feared members); turns out the Harbinger is in fact Reuben de la Rosa, a by then 22-year-old kid who has ended up in Luna’s care with his friend Noah Telavera after the two got caught up in an explosion. She requests the Cobras’ help with getting Maelstrom to let Reuben go

Officer Michele Diaz from Militech (who used to be Cassidy’s boss) is demoted following the lawsuits after the Elysium incident, and her investigation into the incident in hopes to get her job back leads her to Bodytalk; she begins threatening them and sends the whole club and their allies into uncertain times

Many people get married. There’s so many fucking guys here we went a little insane with the numbers but there’s several weddings and there’s a whole polycule going on too feel free to send asks about this if you’re interested

Cobra Cybernetics releases a new line of cyberware, which is incredibly buggy and dangerous to the public; it’s brought to the club’s attention and it makes them realize that Luiza Vidal (Seb’s sister), who not that long ago asked them to kill her husband (William Colton (Andrew’s brother), CEO of Cobra Cybernetics), has gone missing; they now need to get involved without getting the news out that they actually didn’t kill William and that he is still alive somewhere, while also balancing out dynamics between Biotechnica (angry at Cobra Cybernetics for stealing their designs) and Arasaka (the actual reason why Cobra Cybernetics’ designs look like Biotechnica’s designs, because William stole designs from Special Programs after halting their partnership after the Elysium incident, but these designs had been stolen by Arthur Jenkins from Biotechnica even BEFORE that to be able to hijack the European Space Council’s cybernetics following the Frankfurt incident. Are you still with me)

Vitali Dobrynin (fixer and main character from the in-game events storyline and the continuation of it; Vincent “V” Mayer’s boyfriend) ends up visiting Bodytalk after meeting Aubrey at a Fixer Council meeting, which happens in late 2083; this essentially ties the two main storylines together, which means that yes, a lot of the characters from the two separate storylines end up meeting :]

Officer Ulysses Dimakos (used to work with Reid at MaxTac) is sent to investigate Bodytalk following the Cobra Cybernetics scandal, and ends up teaming up with the club to get MaxTac on a dead trail in exchange for his freedom of the corporation

On top of the Bodytalk / Cobras centered storyline, there’s a couple of side stories that are still connected to the whole thing but are more of a standalone thing with only a few touching points to the rest of it all:

This obviously takes place a lot earlier because it’s already mentioned above, but Special Ops agent Ambrose Hawthorne is tasked with chasing after the escaped Mason twins; naturally he lets them go and ends up going into retirement, and Xavier Mason later on ends up becoming Bodytalk’s part-time repair guy on account of knowing Kaida

Gabriel Mason ends up in a car crash with retired security specialist Ames Ortega, who was also in Elysium during the incidents there, and the two end up babysitting Ambrose and Xavier’s kids together while those two are helping Hanan with getting Kaida out of Arasaka (Are you still with me. Blink if you can hear me)

Mercenary Frankie Sayyad gets a promotion from his fixer, Vulture (real name Diana Crane, Maxwell Crane’s older sister and cousin of the Coltons), and becomes one of her Bloodhounds; he works together with Evelyn Harris, Nimue Nkuna, and Beckett Rydel, the latter being one of the very first test subjects of Arasaka Special Programs, and the four accidentally get themselves mixed into a mystery concerning their secretive fixer

Caleb Harris, ex-security at Biotechnica, ends up back at Club Bodytalk not long after the conclusion of the Cobra Cybernetics scandal, and starts working for Aubrey; he is partnered up with Ramiel Al-Masri, a mercenary who has been working for Vitali Dobrynin for a while and has recently joined Aubrey’s mercenary roster too, and together they dive into a series of gigs neither of them had expected

Journalist Bodhi Shankar has finally found more evidence and information surrounding the mysterious cult gang Umbra and its so-called Prophet, Thiago Salazar; however, his antics have led to him accidentally becoming part of the gang himself, and he has to figure out a way to get Thiago to stop listening to the supposed deity that the gang worships known as Scintilla, before she makes him do things that will get many people killed

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[gunilslaugh]

Not How It's Supposed To Be

Goo Gunil Summary: Gunil was the enemy, so were you falling for him. (non-idol au) WC:925 Warning:none

part 2 part 3 epilogue!

photo not mine credits to owner.

Go undercover and get the evidence needed to take Gunil and his corrupted organization down. That was the plan, it was simple. However now that the plan is in action it doesn’t feel that simple. You knew Gunil was a bad guy. You knew about all the illegal business he was doing under the guise of his product distribution company. You knew that Gunil was distributing psychotropic drugs. Then how did you end up here? Why were you lying for Gunil instead of to him?

“You know the kind of people I hate most y/n?” Gunil asked you one day while you were having lunch together in his office. 

“What kind?” you questioned. 

“Liars,” he answered. Your heart dropped. Did he find out about you being undercover? Was he about to do something to you? Were you going to be able to walk out of this room?

“Who would like a liar?” You chuckled nervously. 

“My mom was a liar and so was the person I considered my best friend.” He went on to say. 

“I’m sorry,” you say. 

“You know it really does damage when the people closest to you lie to you.” He stabbed his fork harshly into the piece of meat in front of him, making you flinch. 

“I can only imagine.” Gunil stands up and comes over the couch opposite of him you were sitting on. 

“That’s right. You’ve never been hurt by someone close to you have you?” He very gently strokes your cheek with the back of his hand.

“Fortunately not,” you responded. Gunil smiled. 

“And you wouldn’t hurt someone close to you either right?” he asked. 

You shook your head. “I don’t want to hurt those close to me.” 

“Can I be close to you?” He leaned closer to you.

So maybe that’s how you found yourself in this situation. Because the more time you spend with Gunil. The more you learned his story. The more you felt for him. It doesn’t make what he does right, but you get why he does it. With the way life treated him, it only makes sense he turned into the villain that he is. 

“I don’t know. I’ve only been working here a month. Why would he tell all his dirty secrets to a new hire?” You told the people who you were supposed to be working with to take Gunil down. “There is a shipment going out soon, but I don’t know all the details,” you lied. A part of your job was literally managing shipping schedules. “I’ll look into it ok. I gotta go now.” You hung up the phone and let out a sigh. What were you doing? This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. Yet the thought of something happening to Gunil tugged on your heartstrings. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Y/n?” Gunil’s secretary called you. 

“Yes?” you asked. 

“Mr. Goo requests you in his office,” he tells you. 

“Ok I’ll head there in a sec.” You saved the work you were working on before heading over to Gunil’s office. 

“If you don’t find who broke into the warehouse I’ll get rid of you for being useless, do you understand!” You hear Gunil shout from the other side of the door. His icy tone sends a shiver down your spine. You knocked twice on the door. 

“It’s me,” you say gently. 

“Come in y/n.” His voice is much softer now. You took a small breath before opening the door. 

“You wanted to see me,” you said. Gunil approaches you. 

“Yeah I did.” Next thing you know he’s melting into you. Wrapping his arms around your frame in a hug. You freeze in your spot. 

“...Is everything ok?” you asked. Very slowly you lift your hands and rest them against his back.

“Someone broke into the warehouse,” he tells you. You know exactly who it was. You feel something knot in your stomach. 

“Was anything stolen?” Gunil pulls away from you and straightens his tie, fixing his composure. 

“Fortunately not, but it was still a close call.” 

“Guni,” you say. 

“Yeah,” I know who it was. Those words sit right on the tip of your tongue. 

“Did you check the security cameras to see who it was?” You say instead. 

“They were wearing a cap and mask, so we couldn’t see. It was a man though,” he told you. You nodded. “Come sit.” Gunil motioned for you to sit down. Slowly you walked over to the couch and took a seat. Gunil then takes a seat beside you. “Did me asking to be close to you make you uncomfortable?” he questioned. 

“Huh? Oh, no it didn’t. Why are you asking?” you replied. 

“You just seem a bit distant with me since then,” he tells you. Cause that’s when you started feeling conflicted. You didn’t want to lie to Gunil anymore, but if stopped you’d be betraying your partners. 

“It’s not that. It’s just…remember when I said I don’t want to hurt those close to me?” you brought up. 

“Of course,” he said. 

“Well, I found myself in a situation where I have to make a decision and no matter what choice I make somebody's gonna get hurt,” you informed. 

“Which decision would make you the happiest?” he asked you.

“How can I be happy when I’m hurting someone?” 

“Then can you tell me what the situation is? Maybe I can handle it,” he suggested. Your heart sinks. 

“That’s the thing…there’s something you don’t know about me,” you say. 

“Which is?” He looked at you expectantly. 

“I’m a liar.”

part 2 part 3 epilogue!

Taglist: @purplelady85 @gingerjunhan @chewednails @ezlynkisses @mon2sunjinsuver @mxlly143

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What would happen if Darling showed a little jealousy towards the girls who flirt with Ezra?

Oh my goodness! i am so sorry covid kicked my butt and i’m still not better lol, but anonie ily, idk if you’re the same nonnie that’s been sending all or at least most of the ezra asks, but i am working on them all!!! i promise i just haven’t even touched this app in DAYS. T.T

anyway, Minors DNI as always 🥰 plz and ty

CW: GN/READER, no body or genitalia descriptions for reader (other than hole lol), kissing, biting, sex in whatever hole you have luv u bb, creampie, indecent exposure, public sex, ditching the body type beat

Status: Not Dating (but close to it)

You stab your pencil into the knot in the wood of your table. It’s so hard to listen to your professor next to Ezra. Today’s a little different though…

“Ezraaaaa~” a gorgeous peer touches his arm, and fawns over him. He’s watching you with some weirdly satisfied expression on his face. You roll your eyes at him. He chuckles back and your brows furrow ferociously. What? did he just— “When are you gonna come back over? we’re having a party this weekend…”

Now a few guys are walking up and one of them pushes another forward, He sputters for a sec before speaking up “H-hey Ezra! um, wanna go out this weekend again?”

“Oh my gods, can I please just focus!? leave him alone! the professor is literally speaking!” The pencil snaps, half of it stuck graphite first in that same wooden knot. It’s been ground a little deeper than it was earlier.

“Ew. You can always—” The gorgeous one starts, before Ezra cuts her off.

“Nah they’re right. This is boring as shit.” He leans over to your ear, “‘sides, I like you mad,” He’s wearing a beaming grin as he pulls back.

He grabs you by the waist and pulls you outside, the professor doesn’t spare either of you a glance.

As soon as you’re out in the hallway, his raw strength is forcefully slamming you into the lockers, rattling the metal doors.

“Ezra??” You never see him this passionate or nice? Sure he’s still rough, but he isn’t hurting you.

He lifts your legs and wraps them around his waist. “Owch,” One of the latches is digging in your back, you laugh a little “sorry, my back”

He moves you both down an inch or two, his lips crashing onto yours before he pulls away to take in the sight of you.

“Why do you make me feel this way…?” It’s like he didn’t mean to say that… You feel like you’ve seen something you almost… Shouldn’t have? You look down and away. “No. Look at me.” He pulls you back roughly with his hand on your jaw.

“Fuck, Ezra…. I don’t know… Maybe you shouldn’t” You choose your next words as carefully as you can. “have been so mean. Prolly feelin guilty or somethin’”

“That too.” His lips assault your neck now, teeth biting and air puffing against you. Your body is a whirlwind of sensation.

“too?”

He either doesn’t hear you or just doesn’t answer.

Your arms are locked around his neck but your fingers tingle with yearning. Youdecide to trust him with your weight and let go in favor of tracing his muscled arms. You both sigh into eachother. The Ozone and forest scent of him comes through and fill your senses once again.

Even the smell of smoke is starting to welcome you back. You don’t let yourself think twice. You deserve some feel good sex after everything he’s done to you. He owes you. “Yeah.”

“What?” He pulls back with glistening lips to inspect you his expression quizzical but still smiling.

“You owe me. a lot. actually.”

“Oh? hah! fine whatever. now open up.”

You push your crotch against his bulge harder, “I have been, just waiting for you.”

“Fuck, good” He pats your head affectionately. His hand falls down your face almost… Lovingly.

You try and shove those fluttery feelings down. This is Ezra after all.

Once inside he’s bouncing you desperately on his thick pulsing cock. His hands are wrapped around your throat getting you so close to blacking out it hurts. You try to tap out but he continues pounding furiously into you.

You deliciously sloppy hole stretches around his width perfectly. His grunts fill your fading and popping hearing.

“F-f-ff” you can’t speak at all. Finally you feel him shuddering and filling you with his thick streaming cum.

He drops you.

You slump unceremoniously down onto the smooth waxed floor. Cum leaks out of your still exposed hole.

You have to catch your breath, and while you are indisposed you see the flash of Ezra’s phone camera. Then he leaves you there. His walk a satisfied swagger down the hall away from the classroom and toward the front doors.

Asshole.

[superstar027]

~~~~~RUN~~~~~~~

"If his homie won't treat you right, he will"

Character: Geto Suguru

TW: Toxic Relationship, Cheating/Infidelity, Smoking

NOTE: This fanfic is inspired by @shirat0rizawa on TikTok. Please go check out their work because it's really amazing!! Also, this will most likely have 3 parts to it so I hope you all stay for the ride!

You and Sukuna have been together for a while now. Not that you would want that to be the case. You both met in a car meet. He was sitting on top of his beautiful 2013 Lykan Hypersport in red when your eyes met. If you could go back, you would've stabbed those eyes with a knife the moment they even slightly grazed your figure. But alas, here you are in the very same car meet watching your boyfriend fuck his latest side chick in the very same car he took you on dates in. This has been your life for the past few months. "You guys done yet?" You rolled your eyes at the two stuck to each other's mouths, moaning so loudly you swear they couldn't even hear you. Sukuna had invited you to go on a date but you were only met with the sight of him completely buried into another woman. "Just a sec, sweet thing." He zips up his pants and looks over to your annoyed face and body in a little black dress. “Sorry you saw that sweetheart; I swear I’ll be more careful next time.” He says slowly leaning in for a kiss that you so rudely dodged. He looks at you with furrowed eyebrows and gritted teeth as he pulls on your hair and forces your lips to collide.

You pull away and gagged on the floor. He was always too rough, never had a romantic moment with him. “Woah, chill with ya girl man, if she ever leaves you I’m first in line.” A man with long black hair in a neat bun said, teasing Sukuna. “I’d like to see her try to leave me.” Sukuna chuckled with a sinister undertone. This wasn’t new. You’ve tried to leave before. Tried. As soon as Sukuna found out you were with a new man, he disappeared; and if you ever tried again… you’d be next. That long-haired man is Geto, one of Sukuna’s fri- no, frenemies. Sukuna’s always pissed off at him for his longing glances toward you and you’re convinced Geto’s fucking around for the hell of it. The girl in Sukuna’s car finally got out. She looks towards you with a sly smirk on her face before she goes to plant a kiss on Sukuna’s neck. She whispered something in his ear causing a lustful smile to appear on his face. Sukuna then gave her a slap on the ass causing her to jump as she walks away. You look at Sukuna with furrowed eyebrows and a frown reeking of disgust. This wasn’t anything new, but the fact that he did this in front of his friends enraged you. You can’t fight back, however. He was much bigger, much stronger. The only thing you were able to do was to stomp away. “Aw, come on Y/N! don’t be like this!” He shouted. He wasn’t going to even chase after you! The best he could do was scream and then he’ll be carrying on with his life without even thinking about you.

You leaned against a dark corner opening up a pack of cigarettes and lighting it up with your lighter. Yet, another hobby Sukuna taught you. It helped you relax, and gather your thoughts. You suddenly turn your head to the sound of footsteps coming toward you. It was Geto. The moon was perfectly shining on his black hair perfectly illuminating his muscular figure; He wore a dark blue BMW racing jacket with black cargo pants. “Y’know I could do horrible things to you right now.”  He said with a slight smirk on his face. “Nothing worse than what my boyfriend has done to me.” You chuckled as you ran your hands through your hair.  He stood closer to you, hoping his presence would give you some comfort. “Why do you even stay with that asshole? You have me waiting for you!” You laughed at his joke, slightly hitting him on his arm “Ow! What the fuck was that for?!” You both chuckled. You looked at each other’s eyes with longing and lust behind them. In the heat of the moment, the both of you crashed your lips on each other engaging in a hot make-out session. “You shouldn’t do this. This is cheating! This makes you no better than that ass Sukuna! Ah! Who cares?! Just enjoy the moment, deal with the aftermath later…” Millions of thoughts ran through your head but all you could currently think about is the tongue exploring your mouth and the hair you’re grabbing to make it go deeper. You didn’t want it to end. You wanted to enjoy the moment further, deeper. But you’re both human after all. As you two separate for air, your conscience takes over you and you immediately realize your mistake.  You fix your dress and you run off; glancing back at Suguru with longing in both of your eyes. Suguru followed closely behind you; watching as you returned in the arms of an asshole that mistreats you and takes your love for granted. He knows he could do better.

It's 8 pm, and you’re preparing a beautiful pasta dinner you and hopefully Sukuna. If he even comes home. Sukuna hasn’t texted or called you back since that little incident from last week and you were bored out of your mind. Ding! You go over to check out the notification. It was a text message from Geto.

“You coming to the race later?”

“Race? What Race?”

“Oh, Sukuna hasn’t told you? There’s a race later by Shibuya, the usual spot y’know?”

“Oh.”

“Come with me.”

“Sukuna will be pissed.”

“So?”

“He’s gonna race you”

“I can take him”

As you are about to text him a reply, the door behind you opens, and in goes Sukuna. He hugs you from behind by your waist and plants small kisses on your neck. The smell of another woman's perfume was contaminating the room and it disgusted you. You break from his hug as you look towards him. “Aren’t you going to tell me something?” You say with arms crossed. He looks around the room and towards you before he replies, “No?”. “So, you weren’t planning to invite me to the race at Shibuya?” His eyes widened “I’m taking Hinata-!“ “Fuck Hinata!” You screamed at him in anger. “I’m your girlfriend! I’m the one you should be taking to these races! Not some side bitch you found on the streets!” “For fucks sake Y/N! We’ve talked about this! You’re not used to going to races! Shibuya races at that! Do you know how violent it gets out there?! And Hinata’s different! She’s used to these things!” He yelled at your face. All of a sudden you feel small and helpless. There was no winning this. You sighed and walked to your room not even touching one bit of the food you prepared.

            You locked the doors and bawled on your bed. It wasn’t fair. You couldn’t fight. Unless…

You grab your phone and open your and Geto’s messages.

“I’ll be there.”

“That’s my girl”

Part 2 up now!!

Part 3 done!!

[vampworks]

Words Fail

Keegan Russ x Spanish Medic reader with the callsign Vulture

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: needles, tattoos, alcohol, and angst. There's a Fade to black. 

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The tip of a needle finally grazes my skin and a hundred thoughts race through my mind. From the many dangers of sharing this one needle to how I could never go back after this string of moments. My mind screams to run just as I did all the times before. As I began to move, a large hand grabs my thigh and tightens around it.

"You alright, Birdie?" He cocks his head to meet my gaze. My nerves were on full display as I always relied on the mask to hide them. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking about the awful example I'm setting as the medic." I say with a scoff. He smirks and slouches in his seat on the couch. "Oh damn, you aren'cha? I won't tell if you won't" he leans in and whispers in my ear then motions to hush with a finger to his lips. "Yeah, like you aren't a snitch" I then reach to hit his chest with a snort. He raises his hands to his chest in shock with a gasp. "It was one time, you know good and well you had it coming."

"Ay yo, Russ! Stop distracting her, she's moving and somehow it'll be my fault when I fuck up." Hesh scolds and drags both of us out of the moment. "Sorry, man. but I'll blame you for this whole thing regardless" I quip in an attempt to recover. Both men scoff as Hesh resumes his focus on the bird skull being poked into my forearm. After an hour, another two beers, and too many stolen glances, I get the worse idea and speak before good judgment could set in. "Ay Hesh, gimme the needle for a sec'' He complies with an annoyed sigh and leaves in search of another drink. Keegan watches in silence as I carefully stab the letter 'K' into the design small enough to be hidden. He smirks and meets my gaze. "My turn.'' He says in a low tone still staring into my eyes. Only now, did I see the human skull on his arm and how it was so much neater than my bird one, Hesh was only on his first beer during that process. After another swig of his drink, he too pokes the first letter of my real name into his already completed tattoo.

The weight this carried flew over both of our heads as the sounds of whisky pouring and laughter filled the crowded lounge. Even worse thoughts run through my head as I take account of the dazed look on Keegan's face. His usually sharp eyes soften as he struggles to think straight. "Damn, getting up gonna be a bitch in the morning, huh?'' He tries to joke. A laugh escapes me as I chug the last of my third beer. "Yep," I say popping the p after a deep inhale. We sit in silence as both of our eyes wander. After hour-like moments, he licks his lips and speaks with a breathy tone. "Wanna get out of here." Without a once of hesitation I grab his hand and off we go to my room in the barrack. We stumble through corridors giggling and shushing each other like children.

Once the door is shut, a switch flips in my core. My arms lock around his neck and my lips crash together with his. We stumble to his bed as clothes fall in a trail. All that can be heard through the small room is a mix of both moans and groans. His left-hand tangles in my hair and the other traces down the length of my waist but suddenly stop. "You sure 'bout this, love?'' He says breathlessly. I bring my hand to cup his cheek. "I've never been more sure of anything, Mi Cielo."

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The next morning, I awake still wrapped in his arms. The thought of what today holds spares no sympathy as the hungover set it almost instantly. The alarm blares as 5:00 am flashes on its small screen. The man beside me groans and tightens his grip. "Kee, come on we gotta get going." He releases a louder groan and buries his head in the crook of my neck. Keegan's voice vibrates on my skin and sends a jolt through me. I force myself to sit up as his weight hangs off of my shoulders.

Three years in each other lives and I was only now acutely aware of his touch and warmth. I crave more of it. I wanted nothing else than to crawl back in the sheets and forget the meeting we both knew the ending of. I shake off the thought and him with a kiss on his temple. "I'm sorry, sweets," He says in a low tone as we drag ourselves out of bed. I pull my shirt over my head as I understand his words. "It's fine, I drug my feet too. Feelings are hard when every mission could be your last." Neither the weak smile nor the even worse attempt at a joke helped at the moment. We both cringe at the thought but push on to the showers as both of our heads throb.

After the first round call, Merrick begins with a sigh. "Thanks for showing up, I know we all got up to some fun for Vulture's send-off." He's met with a mix of groans and scoffs. Keegan's hands brush my own in an attempt to brace for what's to come. I look up to meet his gaze but his is fixed on Merrick. I grab his hand and squeeze and return my focus. "I know those boys in 141 will be lucky to have her, They'll be sending their own medic for the trade-off in a few days." Keegan grits his teeth. Merrick walks up to me and places his hand on my shoulder. "Give 'em hell, kid. I trained ya well.'' With a exhale, I fake a wide smile giving my best attempt at a 'yes sir' as I always have before. "Good soldier, you got an hour til the chopper comes for you.'' He finishes with a glance at our hands intertwined before they separate and he sighs. "To the rest of you, we meet on the roof then today's work begins. Dismissed for breakfast" He walks off with the sound of more groans behind him.

After the trip to the mess hall and we're in my room again, Keegan's arms are wrapped around my waist as I pack the last of my things and pull the zipper to a close. "Wanna jump in there, K?" He laughs and only holds me tighter. "Don't tempt me, princess.'' I just might try it." I giggle at the name and turn in his arms. He leans down as three years resolve in a final kiss. It's just as heated as the night before but much softer. The clock strikes 45 minutes after 7, time to head to the roof. "I love you, Keegan" I sigh and stare up into his eyes. He shies but never breaks his stare. He struggles to say the same and settles on "I'll miss you too, V.'' He cringes to himself and makes a move towards the door. With a deep sigh and a look at the floor, I realize what happened. "Ay, give me a minute. I forgot something.'' He waits just outside the door with my bag in hand as I write a last note in a rush.

The walk to the pad on the roof is painfully slow as hands intertwine again. We stop at the final steel door. I try to break the silence. ''Funny how much just a few hours can change stuff, right?" I'm met with silence but his hand lets go of mine. The loss of touch aches for a second as He then engulfed me in his arms. I allow myself to melt into him as my eyes fight back tears. "I…" He starts to speak but stops himself. My hand dips in my pocket and hands the note over to him. Before He can react, I open the door and the loud thrum of the helicopter crowds my senses. Keegan follows with wide eyes til his features harden again in front of his team. I shake hands with them all and toss my bag in the back of the chopper. I plaster a wide smile on my face and gesture a large wave. "Stay alive for me, will yall!" Keegan can't stand to move or blink, too afraid to miss a second of the scene in front of him. The letter's in a death grip in his right hand. He folds the letter neatly into his pocket as he watches me vanish behind the closing doors. The team waves and yells even more goodbyes as the helicopter takes off. They head for the door soon after as Keegan whispers through pained breath. "I love you, Birdie."

He waits til that night to read the note. It's crumbled and written in a rushed survive. 'V's specilty.' he thought with a smile.

'Words fail, but that look in your eyes never will. See you when I will see you. Todo tuyo, Vulture.'

''God, you'll be the death of me, woman'' He mutters bringing a hand to cover his face.

Translations: Mi Cielo- My sun Todo tuyo- All yours

[berrypass-de-murdler]

68. Houston, We Have a Body

My birthday episode: I hope it's good :'D

Like episode 59, me and Fletch put an unnecessary amount of effort into it because CAPTAIN SLATE!!!!!!

<3

DON'T READ THE EPISODES UNTIL YOU'VE FINISHED THE FIRST BOOK!!

Logico tries again. The runes ACTUALLY spell… LUNAR ONE I. A spacecraft. Slate works there. It’s time to go! To space???

Logico heads to NASA and finds Slate and Bluski. 

LOGICO: The ancient ruins- BLUSKI: I can’t hear you, hang on.

The engines of whatever spacecraft they’re in are making a deafening roar.

LOGICO: I JUST NEEDED TO ASK YOU ABOUT- SLATE: Why is he here? LOGICO: I NEED TO ASK- BLUSKI: HANG ON MAN, STILL CAN’T HEAR YOU, COULD YA WAIT A SEC???

Logico waits a sec. They take off into space while he’s still in there! 

RASPBERRY: HEYY! WHERE’D THIS CHAMP COME FROM, HE WUDN’T IN THE INVITE! COFFEE: It’s Logico! How are you? LOGICO: WHAT THE FUCK, PEOPLE?? WHY ARE YOU IN SPACE?? WHY AM I IN SPACE?!? BLUSKI: Sorry, little man. What did you wanna say? LOGICO: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUU

He figures out the real reason - the ancient ruins are on the moon, too! Gee, this isn’t getting dumb at all. They land, and put on dinky spacesuits as they head out.

RASPBERRY: YO BRUH! CHECK OUT HOW LONG I CAN THROW WHEN THERE’S ZEE-RO GRAVITY! [chucks ball] COFFEE: Haha, you’re never getting that back! SLATE: There’s not zero gravity. There’s SOME gravity.

After a while of moon games (and Logico studying the ruins like a normal person), the suspects gather.

LOGICO: What are you looking at. SUSPECTS: NOTHING.

Of course, there’s a body. Of a person that wasn’t even on the ship!! Did they LIVE on the moon?!

Everyone scatters again and goes back to their shit. Raspberry is playing an unknown sport with rocks, Coffee is charging moon batteries, and Bluski is showing off his dad’s skull. 

RASPBERRY: AEEYYY, SLATEY! COME JOIN US, MAN! SLATE: Nu :< RASPBERRY: Aww, why not? SLATE: Nu. COFFEE: ‘Tis a shame. 

Poor little Slatu is sitting by the craft still. She is sad.

LOGICO: …Awe.

He goes to comfort. 

SLATE: Nuuu.

LOGICO: They made you come here, didn’t they.

SLATE: …yeus.

They watch the others act like idiots for a bit in silence.

LOGICO: You killed the person, didn’t you. SLATE: …yeus. 

Logico doesn’t really care all that much.

SLATE: It’s because… it’s because… EVERY DAY… PEOPLE DIE… AND NO ONE… NO ONE PAYS ANY MIND- WHAT’S TO STOP US FROM KILLING EACH OTHER? THERE’S NO POINT IN CARING ABOUT PEOPLE IF EVERYONE DIES!!!

The others rush over and protest to Logic.

BLUSKI: She’s not as bad as you think! COFFEE: Don’t arrest her! LOGICO: It’s alright… I know. 

Logico and Slate look at the endless distance. Raspberry driving the rover around and having too much fun, Bluski stabbing the surface of the moon over and over, and Coffee sending electrical messages that translate to political propaganda… what is the world? Is it bad? Is it good? Logico thinks about Irratino. 

LOGICO: He really was too precious for this world.

He looks at the ruins one more time. 

LOGICO: WAIT A SECOND!

IT SPELLS AUREOLIN!!

The end!

Have another smushy group shot <3

potatoes

happy birthday to me ig lol

The power of Goat Lord compels you!

See you next time murdlers!

[princessconsuela120]

❃ FEZCO ❃

Chapter ten: Godspeed —❃

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: foul language, mentions of sex, everything with teotfw and with euphoria

Authors note: Enjoy guys! All rights reserved to the show the end of the f*cking world.

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Being with Alyssa had started to make me feel things. She made me feel things. And I didn't like it at all. Alyssa had thrown me a curveball. I had to bide my time. So I decided to have a look around. I didn’t exactly like what I saw.

After exploring for a while, I found a box in the closet, a key right beside it. But when I opened the box, I wished I hadn’t. There was a video camera, and photos…bad photos. Of girls, and who I assumed was the owner of the house doing bad things to those girls. It hurt me to even watch and growing up in the drug business I’ve seen a lot of shit. And then that’s when I realized, he could come home at any moment, and Alyssa was just like any of these girls in the photos.

“Shit.” 

But my exploring was cut short.

“She is a fucking prick-tease bitch.” The boy that had gone back with her yelled. I’m assuming Alyssa didn’t let him have sex with her, he seemed mad at that.

“Right, yeah. I'll tell her.” I said back, pressing my lips together awkwardly as the door slammed shut.

“Alyssa?” I asked softly, calling her name from the door with a sigh.

“Go away.” She called back angrily, making me sigh. Sec is one of those things that can go from something you want to do to a punishment, really fucking quickly. I think Alyssa knew that. So I waited until she fell asleep. When her eyes were closed...Alyssa looked a lot less angry. I laid on the ground beside her bed, lifting my hand to hold hers. Until the fucking door knob started jiggling, making my heart drop as I rolled under the bed.

“How did you get in here?” The man who owned the house said, waking Alyssa up as she stared at him in fear.

“I'm sorry.” She said softly, the softest tone I had ever heard Alyssa use.

“It's okay. It's okay, you just…gave me a shock, that's all. Are you in trouble? You needed somewhere to stay?” 

She didn’t say anything.

“That's all right. You on your own?”

Please say yes, please say yes.

“Yes.”

Thank god.

“Okay. You made a bit of a mess downstairs,

didn't you?” He said, his voice low and teasing as he grabbed onto Alyssa arm, tightly. “Hmm? You've been eating my porridge, as well, Goldilocks?” He asked, tightening his grip on her wrist.

“What?”

“Shush, shush, shush, shush. Just stay still.” He said, holding her down slightly on the bed as she began to cry.

“Please don't.” She cried, her voice quiet as she spoke.

“Don't what? Hey, you gonna make this difficult?” His face turned to a mocking sympathetic smile. “Oh... Are you a virgin?”

“No.”

And the. He slapped her, and held her down on the bed as she cried. I wasn’t sure why I did it, I guess I wanted to protect her. But I stabbed him in the neck with the Buck knife my grandma had bought me, and when his body hit the floor, so did my confidence.

“Are you a virgin?” I asked Alyssa, the both of us standing next to each other as we stared down at the man on the floor.

“Yes.”

“Me, too.” I replied, shaking my head as I tried to process what I had just done.

“Yeah, no shit.”

[youaintnothinbuta]

austin - “the hell you doin’?”

Summary: you run into an old friend(?) and Austin decides you been acting a little too cheeky for his liking

Pairing: austin x fem!reader

Word count: 1490

Warnings: dom!austin, LIME! no actual sex (yet, part 2 coming soon), choking

MASTERLIST

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One of your old friends (I say friends as an act of curtesy, however, frenemies who would constantly be stabbing at each others backs yet still insisted you were besties was a more accurate description of your relationship with this girl) from high school, a year younger than you, had just called your name from the opposite end of an isle in the grocery store, which is how you ended up in this conversation.

“So, how’s everything with Michael?” You asked this girl, who had spilled to you practically every other detail of her life.

“Oh, we broke that off a few months ago.” She frowned slightly.

“Oh, I’m sorry I had no idea. Have you gotten back out into the dating world yet?”

“Funny you say that, actually, I was just thinking about Austin, from high school. You remember Austin, right? He’s like a full celebrity now.”

“Oh, yeah, ‘course I remember. Austin.”

Yes, he was a “full celebrity” now, and he wasn’t in high school, this girl really had an eye for the obvious. Perhaps more importantly, he was your boyfriend. Maybe she actually wasn’t that observant, because you showed up to every event with him, but regardless; you found it rather amusing that she didn’t know of yours and Austin’s relationship. You had a choice- stop the conversation and be honest or let it play out and see how far she’ll take it.

“So you guys still friends or…?” She trailed off.

“More or less.”

Definitely more.

“Perfect. Can I have his number, if you have it?”

“Yeah, ‘course, I’ll give it to you in a sec.”

“Thanks.”

The conversation faltered, leaving you to think. A little tiny bit of harmless misleading wasn’t going to hurt, right? After all, you knew Austin wouldn’t at all give her the time of day, not even a little bit.

“Hey, actually, I’m going out to dinner tonight with a group and he’ll be there, why don’t you tag along?”

“Oh wow, okay, sure, I’d love to.” She smiled.

“I’ll text you the details when I get home.” You smiled back, as the pair of you slowly made your way to the checkout, exchanging details and then parting ways.

Later that evening, Austin was sat with a group of mates, waiting for you and a few others to arrive at their table. You walked in with your friend, your boyfriend lifting an eyebrow, surprised to see you walk in with her. He, being your boyfriend and the only person out of the group you’d known since high school, was the only one who knew your history with this girl.

“The hell you doin’?” He whispered as you gave him a hug. He knew you, and while you were a very kind person, he knew you had an ulterior motive with this girl.

“Nothin’ baby.” You responded, kissing him on the cheek. You sat down together, your friend sitting with you. His left hand gripped onto your thigh for a solid 10 minutes, and while you were enjoying as you always did, you wanted more of a reaction from the girl next to you.

“Do you like my hair, Aus? I tried braiding it and getting curls from that.” You asked him, knowing he’d compliment you.

“I do like it, s’very pretty, darlin’.” He took his hand off your thigh, instead reaching around your shoulder to the front of your face, brushing your hair back from in front of your body to behind your back, before resting his wrist down on your shoulder. He continued talking to his mates, his hand waving around in front of your face as he often spoke with them.

While she still was yet to be visibly angry, she was most certainly watching Austin intently. You locked eye contact with her, moving your face to kiss Austin’s fingers. She watched as you did so, keeping eyes locked with her the entire time. Your lips curled into a grin once you’d removed them from his knuckles, his thumb and index finger grabbed your chin gently in response.

“You bitch.” She stood up and stormed out. You laughed and waved her goodbye.

“What was that about?” Your boyfriend asked, his hand moving to rest on your shoulder.

“I’ll tell you later.” You smiled.

“Okay,” Austin laughed, “What’d you want to eat now, darlin?”

You, Austin and a group of your friends finished your dinner, you and Austin being the first of the couples to leave. He left his share and yours of the bill with them as you gave everyone a kiss on the cheek goodbye and headed out, his large hand wrapped around yours.

“Now, you wanna tell me what the hell you were doing? You’ve hated her since year 11.” He asked, reaching for his seatbelt, as were you.

“She expressed an interest in you, so I did what I had to.” You spoke, nonchalantly.

He raised an eyebrow, not entirely sure what you were saying.

“Romantically. She wanted me to set her with with you.”

“And your first instinct wasn’t to tell her we’re together?” He asked.

“Well, I considered it.” You said, earning a chuckle from Austin as he pulled out the car park and the two of you headed to his place.

“And ultimately you decided upon…”

“I told her I’d be going out for dinner and you’d be there. She was expecting you to be hitting on her so really I don’t blame her for leaving. I guess she found our PDA nauseating or something. But at least I won’t have to talk to her ever again, which is nice.” You smiled.

“Angel, why was she expecting me to hit on her?” Austin asked, though he was pretty confident he already knew the answer.

“I told her you would.”

“You are evil.” He shook his head slightly, with a smile. “If I didn’t know you any better, I’d be scared of you.”

“Nothing to be scared off, you’re on my good side.” Your hand found its way to his knee, tapping it twice before resting it there. After a few minutes, you trailed your fingertips from his knee to his thighs, running a finger along his groin.

“Sweetheart.” He stuttered.

“Yeah?” You asked, fingers playing with his semi-hard dick through his pants.

“We’re ten minutes from home. Can ya just, hold on?”

“I can, but you look like you’re about to burst.”

Austin grabbed your hand from his body and moved it to your own thigh.

“Your behaviour the next ten minutes will decide how the rest of the nights gonna go, okay darlin’?”

You held back a scream. God, his tone of voice, his choice of words, it was all so sexy. You contemplated all the possible outcomes of the actions you may or may not partake in, ultimately deciding that no matter what Austin had in plan you’d enjoy it, so you might as well have your own fun. You reached back over to his crotch, unzipping his fly and cupping him in your hand.

“You don’t know what you’ve just got yourself into.” He cocked an eyebrow at you.

“I may not know what it is,” you bit your lip, “but I know it’s gonna feel so good.” You whined the last half of that sentence. Instantly, you felt his cock press against your hand and watched as he exhaled sharply. Your fingers trailed their way to his tip, swirling your thumb around, spreading his precum all over his tip.

You felt his hips buck. He didn’t say a word, his eyes fixed on the road. You were only streets away from his home now, and your heart started to race knowing he was not going to let this slide. What’s the point in stopping now? you thought.

“Feel that, Aus?” You asked him, squeezing his cock, making more precum ooze out of him. “So wet for me.” You teased him, something he’d always say to you.

The pair of you pulled into his driveway. He zipped up his pants and followed you to the front door, the car locking 20 seconds later.

“Get inside. Upstairs right now.” Austin snarled as he unlocked the front door, letting you inside, he wiped his boots on the doormat before stepping inside and locking the door behind him.

“And if I don’t?” You challenged him, arcing up to him, playfully. He grabbed your throat and jaw with his hand, his cold keys scratching lightly against your throat. He walked you backwards until your back was pressed against the wall.

“Get on your knees. I ain’t playin’. Ya hear me?” He growled.

You listened, sinking to the ground in front of his feet. He unzipped his fly once again, pushing his pants and underwear down around his knees. You steadied yourself with one hand gripping his thigh, the other holding his cock at the right angle for you to have your way with it.

A/N: sorry to leave y’all on a cliff hanger there but this has brought the FILTHIEST ideas to my mind and I’m trying to decide what Y/N’s punishment will be…. Hehe ;)

[howl-fantasies]

Okay, okay.

Could you do the Gotham villains reacting to their S/O getting kidnapped by a rival or the GCPD for leverage against them. How would they save them? What would they do to the rival or cop in question?

If you don’t wanna do this, that’s fine too, dearheart. Don’t feel pressured!

A/N - Hello dear! Thank you for your request. I absolutely love this kind of scenarios where the villains come to the rescue of the reader, it's my guilty pleasure I have to say 😬🤫. I hope you'll like it!

Warning : english mistakes, sorry about that. Blood, probably torture it's Gotham. Bad words.

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GOTHAM VILLAINS WHEN THEIR S/O IS KIDNAPPED

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EDWARD NYGMA / THE RIDDLER

We already know who is the most susceptible to abduct you, don’t we? Ed would know it too in a sec : Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, who else?

Ed would come back from one of his trips in the Narrows, joining you for a lovely diner at home when he would see your door open, then the mess inside. Oh dear. 

Instantly start to panic, calling your name and looking in every room inside of your flat. Since you weren’t here, only one logical conclusion : something happened (DUUUUH! <- That’s Riddler who’s screaming btw) and you were abducted. 

Of course GCPD wouldn’t be that violent to a civil and since they were a bunch of incapable shaved monkeys, that let him only one possible option : Oswald, his best frenemy. 

Would immediately grab his phone and call him : “I know you kidnapped Y/N, where are they? Don’t you dare trying something to arm them or I swear I’ll not only shoot you!” “Guilty”, would answer Penguin. “Your last little shenanigans caused me great troubles, Ed. What about you come to my home for tea, to speak about how you’re gonna retire from your ridiculous solo criminal career, Y/N is already here and is dying to see you I bet.” 

His biggest fear is Penguin doing a remake of IsabellAAAAAAAH’s end with you of course. He would be sweating bullets, calculating probabilities of your death and survival, only to yell in frustration and destroying any item he saw out of frustration and fear for you. 

Riddler would take the lead and call Barbara and Tabitha to convince them to help him bring you back in one piece. The two would be shocked to see him looking so messy, still sweating with crazy hair, stinking cold coffee and acting like he lacked a good 24h of sleep. 

Would accept any stupid demand from the two women, too worried for your safety, he would plot against them later anyways. 

Would also threaten the two, “don’t you dare doing anything putting Y/N in danger, or you’ll lose much more than a hand. Understand?” He would ask in a very low and intimidating tone. 

Would come to Oswald little rendez-vous after buying the loyalty of all his goons and giving Zsasz something to keep him busy for at least three or four hours by manipulating Jim and the GCPD, putting them in a gun shot situation somewhere far away from the mansion. 

When he would see you tied up on a chair, with some bruises but no sign of torture, he would sigh deeply and give you a reassuring glance. “It’s ok Y/N, I’ll figure out something don’t worry”, he would mutter between gritted teeth, giving Oswald who was grinning smugly a false sense of security. 

“Untie them first”, he would demand his old friend, making him roll his eyes and sigh in an exasperated way. “Untie them Oswald, you owe me this after what you’ve done to my last lover”, he knew you hated hear about the horrible death of Isabella, but you were keen enough to understand he was using the soft spot Oswald would always have for him right now. And he looked so hurt that Penguin decided to comply.

As soon as you’re next to him, Barbara, Tabitha and all the traitorous goons would emerge from their hiding aiming at Cobblepot who would yell like a madman and threaten to freeze Ed all over again and stab you to death with a broken stalactite. 

Would bring you home and cling to you like his life is depending on it. Be an absolute dear, making you all your favorite dishes during all week and decided to work from your new home on many traps, just in case Oswald decided to try to abduct you again. 

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OSWALD COBBLEPOT 

Scared to death. This expression is exactly how he felt when he came at your door with your favorite flowers, only to find it destroyed and your flat being a complete mess. 

“Y/N!” He would scream in shock, then muttering “No, no, no, no!” like a madman and walking as fast as he could around your place, calling for you in vain. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” He would finally yell so loud your walls would be shaking. 

As the new king of the city, he has so many enemies. Ed, for starters, Butch and Tabitha, any opportunistic mobster, damn even some of the GCPD low lives could be culprits! 

He would plunge into his natural paranoia and start muttering nonsense about how he’s going to kill the punk who dared kidnapping you, about how killing would finally be too sweet and they will have to pay for it, dearly. Then he would even start crying imagining you alone and terrified in a dingy place. He wasn’t able to protect his own mother from that, and he failed you greatly too. 

Would demand all of his goons and assassins immediately at his mansion for an exceptional meeting, with a lot of gun shots on the ceiling to make them listen, and probably one or two underling(s) stabbed with a letter opener. “I want you to look for Y/N EVERYWHERE, and if you find the culprit, keep them alive cause I WILL be the ONE to kill them!” He would yell, looming above a fresh stabbed corpse. “And if something happens to Y/N, I’ll burn the entire city to the ground, winning against their abductor won’t be the point here.” He would add dangerously calm. 

Would call Jim and demand him to put all the GCPD on your missing case or he would repeat his previous threat, also scaring the shit out of Jim with how serious he sounded. 

Would be spiraling to darkness, can’t sleep properly without hallucinating and seeing you as a ghost in a white robe covered in blood, calling him for help and crying. Would kill even more quickly than usual, scream for nothing and break every valuable item standing on his way. 

When he got a call from Victor, telling him that you were in a warehouse, bet to a pulp by some wanna be mobster, all his goons would be called to accompany him. 

Absolute bloodbath in the warehouse, he would be shocked a solid minute when seeing your sorry state, then everyone would hear the beginning of a yell in his throat, who would came out as a roar as he threw himself on the leader, stabbing him in the face with the first blunt object he would see. 

Well, in fact, in his state of rage, even a golf trophy would do the job... He wouldn’t stop until the head of the responsible is broke in half and his brain spilled on the dirty floor. 

Would bring you at his mansion and pay the best doctor of Gotham to take care of you. 

Would cry his body dry when you opened your eyes, hugging you and muttering how happy he felt that you’re ok, how sorry he’s to have failed you, how you’ll now be with him at any moment and he already have brought all your things in his mansion for you to live with him. 

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VICTOR ZSASZ

See the “Jim. Not now” face? Well you have it. As soon as Victor went to your place to see you, he noticed something was awfully off. Something happened. The only sound in the heavy silence would be his rapid breaths, indicating his raising panic, and then the squeaking of his leather gloves as his hands tightened in fists. 

He would feel an angry vein popping on the side of his neck and his pulse beating inside of it. He would stay absolutely still, looking everywhere in the room with unblinking wide eyes to find clues about what happened, his jaw clenching and unclenching quickly. 

When Funky Town resonated from his breast pocket, he would just press the green button and listen to Oswald nonsense without speaking, until poor cinnamon roll stopped and stupidly asked “Victor are you listening?” His only answer would be “Not now”, said in his flattest tone and he would hang up.

When Funky Town resonated again with this time GCPD on the screen, he pieced everything together. Again, he pressed the green button and waited. “We have Y/N, Mister Zsasz. Come here without resistance and we would let her go”, said the angry voice of Captain Barnes. “Or else, I wouldn’t see any objection to rush her a bit to make her talk, I’m fed up of how you criminals think you can always have your way in my city.” 

100% sure everyone in the captain’s room at GCPD heard his jaw cracked after Barnes threat. From your flat, he heard the muffled voice of Jim telling Barnes he was playing a dangerous game and the confirmation by Harvey. 

“You’re Dead.” He would just say than hang up again, and rush out of the flat. 

Would 100% come in front of the GCPD holding a rocket launcher, blow the main entrance sky high then enter the place. “I am here for Y/N. Anyone who leaves now, leaves alive. Any who stays, dies. You have 60 seconds to do the math and bring me Y/N.” 

Not even Barnes yells would convinced the cops to stay, they knew how it worked with Victor. And when the Captain tried to shoot him, he only gain a 10/10 backflip and an instant bullet in his already bad leg, then another in his shoulder, then another in the other shoulder “for good measure”. 

Barnes would only survive because Jim intervened and threaten to send you to Black Gates instead of freeing you. Harvey was already in a truck, ready to drive you. 

When he would comply to let his chief live, he would see you walking out of the interrogation room and would make a sign for you to leave with his head, still aiming at Jim and Barnes then also takes his leave, but not before purring mockingly “It’s ok, I’ll be back”. 

Would drive you to his heavily guarded flat after that, it will be yours from now on too. 

Would seriously think about marrying you, not for the romantic gesture, but for the protection from the cops, with the use of The spousal testimonial privilege, which precludes one spouse from testifying against the other spouse in criminal or related proceedings. He worked with Carmine Falcone after all, and saw how he did it with his men’s lovers. He masters the ropes.

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JONATHAN CRANE

Do not panic. Do not panic. Do not... Ok he was panicking. He was supposed to join you for a movies night at your home when he found the front door broken in half on the floor. He entered the house only to find it upside down and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw one blood handprint on the wall becoming a long line in direction of the now shattered door. 

It was yours, he knew it as a whimper escaped him and he put both of his hands against his mouth to muffle it. You weren’t here anymore, someone kidnapped you. 

Jonathan would be shaking like a leaf, remembering his own hard time when he was abducted and brutalized by some punks to produce his toxin. How they rushed him, how they threatened him and how they put him inside of this sinister closet. Oh god not that! He wouldn’t want that to happens to you too.

He would breath like a madman, whimpering as he looks everywhere in your house until finding a note with an address and a date. He had to go  and find you. 

But first, a stop at his hideout to put his costume, and grab his weapons : scythe and gauntlet with his fear toxin. 

Jonathan is many things but stupid, he knew it wouldn’t be good to go alone and put both of you at risk doing it. As the happy owner of a big brain, he would scheme an attack to Arkham that day and convinced some strong intimidating lunatics to team up with him and would go to fetch you. 

He would pretend to be harmless and ready to do anything the thugs wanted if they let him see you first. Oh dear, you were indeed put inside of a dingy closet, tied up to a chair and bleeding. 

When you see him, he would just nod once to ease your nerves a bit, then turn on his hills, spraying a hidden spay with his toxin right in the face of the few punks who escorted him to see you. He would then jump on them and brutally kill them using a syringe. 

Would be the cue for Arkham escapees to join and they would kill every member they saw, giving Scarecrow the time to untie you and help you out of the place. “Shh it’s ok my love, I’m here, it’s ok. Everything is over. Come with me, you’re safe”. 

Would stole a car and drive the two of you in his hideout, taking care of your injuries and trying his best to calm you down. 

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JERVIS TETCH 

Oh no. He would not have that. When Jervis found your place upside down he was frozen in shock. What happened in here? Your safe heaven was in pieces as some brutes dared to return all your items. 

All of your clothes and his were on the floor, all drawers were opened as well as books, closets, EVERYTHING. That was not exactly a kidnapping, not by punks at least, he was in front of the rests of a raid. The GCPD broke in your house and probably took you with them. 

The colorful pastries he carried finished on the floor, as well as the flowers. He was livid. Again, those troublemakers cops dared to took someone he cared for away from him. Not a single chance. 

Last time with his sister he came with a few catchers. This time, he was ready to come with an army. “Hold on my sweet, I promised you nobody would even take you away, and I will keep that promise.” 

You would be in one of the interrogation rooms when hearing circus music blasting in the precinct and a terrible ruckus with even a few shots. 

You’d see Jim coming in a hurry in the room and untying you from the table before aiming at the door, and screaming “Surrender Tetch! If you don’t you’ll never see Y/N again! Everything is ready to send her to Black Gates!” (Let’s be honest, like with Victor, that’s the biggest threat the GCPD can make, not like they can intentionally kill you, you weren’t a rogue or if you were you didn’t do anything to fight them...) 

After his threat, there would be a good minute of absolute calm before you felt the floor shaking under your feet and see at least 30 persons run through the door of the room and jump on Jim. Poor dude would be fighting in vain since people won’t stop coming in, like in a zombie movie. 

Tetch would call you and tell you to join him, which you would do, letting Jim in his own misery and successfully dodging his few shots (Well yes now that you’re running, he was allowed to shoot. And a person with bullets in an arm or a leg can still be alive... (O.O) Get out Victor)

Once you would join him in the precinct, Jervis would put an arm around your shoulders and kiss your temple to calm you down as a whole human shield was make all around the two of you, helping you to flee. 

Would drive you to one of his hideout to let the two of you the time to find another safe place to live. He would also hypnotize two qualified bodyguards to always be at your door, just in case. 

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JEROME VALESKA 

Jerome like threats, they truly can be fun. But not when they are directed to you. Not at all to be honest. 

He popped up at your front door unannounced, like always, hopping like the happy free electron he was, when he stopped in front of said...well, in front of your living room, since your door was in pieces on the floor. “Y/N? Trying to test the resistance of your door?” He would ask, already suspecting things turned south for you. He just couldn’t stand the silence. “Y/N?” He would ask again, trying your name in each of your rooms until he came back to your empty living room. “Not here, uh...” 

That was a problem, he didn’t need that in his already very busy agenda. “Where are you peanut?” He would muse out loud, and decided to turn on the TV just in case it was the GCPD and the idiot were gloating about it in live. 

Only to see Gotham TV being assaulted by some of what he supposed were his self-proclaimed followers. Funny move, full of panache, he had to recognize, until he saw you, bruised and tied up being throw on the presenter seat with no care. 

A lunatic then took a seat next to you, explaining all Gotham and his other followers that you were pulling him down and that he needed to be 100% free from stupid attachment to be able to be the chaos spirit they were waiting. 

He was already on his way when one of the fools beat you another time and took a blade to put it against the skin of your throat. 

You felt the sharp metal starting to separate the flesh and some blood starting to spill when a deafening shot shrilled on the stage. 

The follower who threatened you suddenly fell back with a bullet right between his eyes, hitting the floor in another deafening sound. 

“Well, well, well, a little Jerome’s fans reunion and I’m not even invited?” He asked from the entry, the barrel of his gun still smoking. “Not a big loss though, seeing how plain was the show.” He added while moving inside of the room, tossing the gun on the side. 

But you saw his other hand being in his back. No good. For the lunatics. 

When Jerome bring his hand in front of him, everyone could see a FREAKING CHAINSAW. “See? That is unexpected”, he said, then started it, “And dramatic”, he added over the mechanical noise. “SHOW TIME!” He cackled, jumping on every person to cut them into a mess in front of cameras which were still recording everything. 

When he finished, he untied you and turned to them. “No good romantic movie should ends without a kiss between the kidnapped princess and his white...well, red, knight”. 

Would make out in front out the entire city then flee with you in his hideout, helping you to tend your wounds. 

Would 100% find a copy of the emission and claimed that it was the best ever recorded in town. Would also claimed it’s his favorite movie since the cast is amazing. Let him swells his ego, he deserves it. 

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JEREMIAH VALESKA

First thing first, let’s shot to death all the idiots who were supposed to protect you. It took Jeremiah exactly 5 seconds to understand why your place was an absolute mess and why you weren’t here to welcome him like you usually did. You were kidnapped, your guards failed. 

Next, he would grit his teeth in anger and try to use his genius brain to find out who was STUPID enough to abduct you under his noise and who he NEEDED to bury six feet under. 

Jerome maybe? But his twin would already have called him to gloat like the idiot he was. Bruce? Nah, he was his dear true bro, he would never do something that evil. The GCPD then? Maybe, after all, he was working on another master bomb project and you helped him working on the mechanisms. He rolled his eyes theatrically. Were they serious?! 

As on cue, his phone rang in his pocket, showing their number. “Detective Gordon. I know why you’re calling. How’s Y/N?” Jim would let a second a second of silence, silently ‘admiring’ his quick brain before speaking. “Look, Y/N is with us right now. We will find out what you are planning to do, if she doesn’t want to tell us, we have our truth serum to make her talk.” 

Jeremiah would be silent hearing this threat. To be honest he didn’t knew they would have this kind of product and even worse that they were ready to use it regardless of the law. “I should sue you for that, you know”, He just said in a bored tone, trying to buy more time to think. “Be my guest. Surrender and abandon your plan or we’ll use it”, would simply say Gordon before hanging up. 

He was truly pissed now. Ordering Ecco to go fetch his fanatic goons and “to equip them”. 

He popped up in the precinct one hour later with ten of them, shocking everyone since all of them were absolutely still. No shooting, no yelling, that was anything but good thought Jim while he walked on the balcony. 

“Did you come to surrender as I asked you to, Jeremiah?” He asked in a tensed voice. 

“I came to fetch Y/N. And you’ll be the one to bring them to me, Detective”, he said in a low tone. 

“Or else?” Would try Gordon, making the engineer sigh, clearly bored. He would clap his hands once. As soon as he did, the ten men with him lift up their shirt, showing some gross stitching a red dot flashing under the skin of their stomach. 

“What the fuck is that?!” Would ask Harvey in disbelief. 

Jeremiah would shrug in a nonchalant way, “Can’t recognize a bomb, detective? Now bring Y/N, and bring them now or I blow up the entire building and probably the entire street.” Before someone could try to shot him, he would raise his hand who was pushing a button. “If I stop pressing it, KABOOM.” 

They wouldn’t have any other choice than comply, letting you go and watched the rogue put an arm around your waist, then kiss your cheek before guiding you out, followed by all the goons except one who stay in the middle as a threat. 

Once in the safety of his new hideout, he would order the goons to go all around the city and make them explode to keep GCPD busy while you two would be finishing his new main project. 

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A/N - I hope you liked it! 😊

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can i request an angsty sbi fic where sibling reader lost two lives saving others (maybe tubbo at the festival?) and they see everything falling apart (techno and phil destroying everything, wilbur dead and tommy focused on the disks) and they pretend to be ok while their mental health gets worse and worse until they decide to end it, and people only realise they weren't okay after the death message pops up and their reactions to seeing it? if not thats completely fine, ik its pretty heavy

Broken

GN

Pairings: none

Characters included: Wilbur, Tommy, Philza, Tubbo, Technoblade

Warnings: depression, suicide (falling, non descriptive), angst

Series: a request!

Summary: Y/N just wanted their home back. They just wanted to live a peaceful life but instead all their hopes and dreams got ripped apart by the people they loved the most.

Words count: 3647

Authors Note: Honestly I could have shortened it quite a bit but here we are, it’s way longer than I wanted but I hope you guys enjoy this. I’m sorry if this went kind off of rails to what you might have envisioned. Also I hope that you guys know that you are loved and appreciated. I appreciate you for taking the time to read my stuff :] Here is m favorite video to cheer me up some times, hope it can cheer you up as well!

I’m also curious what your guys thoughts and opinion are on this or my writing in general! Can’t get better without feedback :]

Y/N loved their family.

They were all pretty chaotic but so was Y/N, following their siblings into trouble ignoring any possible consequences.

So when Wilbur proclaimed he would create an independent Nation inside the SMP that was owned by Dream himself, you bet that Y/N was standing right beside him.

When Wilbur would struggle with his tasks or was weighed down by doubts they would swoop right in and do their best to support him. Every time Wilbur would say “I don’t know what I would do without you sometimes.” While Y/N didn’t do it for praise but out of love for him it was still nice knowing that he appreciated them and that he took note of their work.

Tommy wasn’t really for heartfelt words but he too expressed in his own way how much he appreciated them being around. Most of his schemes wouldn’t have even happened without Y/N’s help after all. As a way to say thanks he would let them just take stuff fout his chets or when he heard they needed a specific resource he would wander out and get it for them. Of course saying something on the lines of “I was out there anyhow, so I brought some with me. It was on the way.” Y/N could read between the lines though. They grew up with him after all.

Y/N put so much energy into L’Manberg they couldn’t help but be in love with this little nation. They would do everything to protect their home.

When Y/N lost their first life it was together with their siblings protecting their nephew Fundy.

The Dream Team suddenly retreated after another battle against L’Manberg. While the group was celebrating what they thought was their first victory in ages, Eret appeared. She told the group of a small bunker with more resources.

Still celebrating Wilbur, Y/N, Tommy, Tubbo and Fundy made their way towards the bunker. The bunker that would later go down into history as “The Final Control Room.”

Inside they all looked at the labeled chests only to notice that they were empty. Eret then pressed a button which opened up secret walls with the Dream Team standing behind. She herself got into safety as Dream and his friends merciless attacked the L’Manberg faction.

As soon as Y/N understood what was happening they did their best to form a wall between the attackers and Fundy. Slowly pushing him out of the room while they made sure to block the exit, giving the Fox Hybrid enough time to run away.

When they woke up again it was inside their home. In L’Manberg. Sore from the respawning.

Once they did respawn though it didn’t take long for Fundy to barge into their room and throw himself against them, thanking them. Wilbur was close by, looking worse for wear as well but incredible thankful nonetheless.

After that and a few battles more Tommy challenged Dream to a duel in order to secure independence. He lost so instead he bartered his music discs for freedom.

After Tommy respawned a second time Y/N made sure to spent most of their time hovering around him. Making sure he was doing alright.

But with that L’Manberg was independent and it was Y/N’s time to shine. Sure, they worked hard on strengthening the infrastructure of the nation but now, maybe even because of that, they basically coordinated all the new builds.

Shops, homes and other things were being build with them overseeing it. Meanwhile Wilbur and Tommy took care of the political part only to come to the conclusion that they had to have a proper election.

At first it started innocently enough as well. New political parties were made that begun advertising themselves. Funny enough they would always come to Y/N asking them where they could hang up their posters. It was then that Y/N realized that the people saw them as some sort of authority, even asking them if they wanted to start their own campaign. They politely declined, saying they worked best as a support role.

Then Schlatt entered the stage and everything got thrown upside down.

In the end he managed to become the next president via a coalition and his first declaration as the president, or emperor as he called himself, was to exile Tommy and Wilbur.

As they ran for their life Y/N didn’t hesitate to follow. It hurt them so much to leave L’Manberg, their fruit and labor, behind. This only got worse once they realized that Tubbo was basically left alone back at the city under Schlatt’s rule.

Then Pogtopia got established.

Tommy, Wilbur and Y/N did their best to get a proper foothold again. Gathering resources and planning for ways to get their home back. And to accomplish this they soon called in the oldest sibling of the group, Technoblade.

Techno has been away for the longest time now. He moved out early to travel the world and apparently train himself. Somehow Tommy found a way to get a message to him, so he made his way towards Pogtopia.

He wasn’t big on words or emotions but as soon as he arrived he let Y/N hug him.

“This is a onetime deal, Y/N.”

With Techno they finally felt like they had a chance. Y/N could maybe return home someday. Back when they were children Techno always looked out for them so to have him back Y/N felt infinitely safer.

All the while Wilbur showed more and more signs that his mental health was rapidly declining. Y/N did their best trying to cheer him up but there was only so much they could do. Especially since they themself were struggling.

L’Manberg was their everything and now it was under the iron rule of Schlatt. They had to watch as Schlatt walked through the nation, ripping apart builds that they commissioned or even built themself. Every time he did something like that it felt like another stab wound directly into their heart.

Then the festival happened where Y/N lost their second life protecting Tubbo.

Schlatt wanted to apparently celebrate democracy and his amazing rule. Tommy and Wilbur weren’t allowed to join while Techno and Y/N received an invitation.

Y/N was very wary of that. They learned from Tubbo that Schlatt apparently was pretty interested in bringing them over to Manberg since a lot of the residents trusted them and saw them more as an authority than Schlatt himself, so bringing them over would probably also bring a lot of the residents around to his rule.

On the day of the festival Y/N made sure to stay close to Techno. Holding on to his arm and basically hiding behind him, not feeling up to talk with all the people in Manberg.

The people were happy to see them but Y/N was tired. They haven’t slept properly ever since the exile, too many thoughts that kept them awake.

Then the speeches started.

Honestly Y/N wasn’t really listening, their attention purely on a broken old building. It used to be the place where Y/N and the other residents would meet up and map out their plans for new builds. Discussing and even sometimes arguing on what materials should be used and where to get them. Now it was empty.

Their attention got pulled back towards what was actually happening once Tubbo begun speaking. It was a nice little speech Y/N had to admit.

Just as Tubbo was about to leave, Schlatt moved back in. Holding him in place and pushing him in something that Y/N had to describe as a cage with the help of Quackity.

“Techno, buddy. Come up here for a sec.”

Technoblade tensed up but still moved towards the stage. There Schlatt uttered the words that pulled the rug out from beneath Y/N once again.

“Kill him Techno. He is a traitor.”

“Don’t you dare!” Y/N yelled out, making their way towards the stage as well.

Y/N knew Techno couldn’t deal well with social pressure, especially when there were about ten people or more behind him that could attack him at any point.

Tubbo looked so scared as he pressed himself against the wall. There was no escape for him.

When Techno moved his crossbow up, aiming directly at Tubbo, Y/N let out another scream. Urging him to stop.

Explosions. Colorful explosions filled the place.

“Y/N!” it was Tubbo screaming their name out.

Just as Techno pressed the trigger Y/N managed to jump in front, the rockets hitting them instead of Tubbo.

Their older brother looked absolutely mortified “Y/N? Wha- What? Why? How?” staring at Y/N’s lifeless body that slowly dissolved. They were slowly respawning but seeing his siblings body was enough to send him in some sort of frenzy.

Filled with bloodlust he aimed his crossbow towards Schlatt and Quackity. Killing them with one press of the trigger only to turn around and aim his crossbow towards the people.

As this happened Tommy enderpearled over, screaming at Techno.

He helped Tubbo out of the cage who was still in a state of shock. He only saw Y/N for a second and the next they were laying on the ground in their own blood.

Y/N heard the details later after they respawned. Tommy had apparently been incredibly angry at Techno, even attacking him. Wilbur then offered that the two deal with their argument via a fistfight inside a pit.

Normally Y/N would have yelled at Wilbur for that. Would have told him that this was his dumbest idea yet but they were too shook from what had happened to them.

Technoblade always spelled safety to them but he killed them. Sure, he meant to kill Tubbo but that didn’t really make it any better. They gave him an out, they would have helped fighting off all these people so they could flee.

The next time they saw Techno they flinched every time he got too close to them and yet they still put on a smile “Never, do this again.”

Techno only nodded.

After this downward slope the momentum didn’t seem to stop for them. Wilbur dropped even more and more off. Falling victim to his paranoia. Y/N tried their best convincing him to not blow up Manberg, that they will fight to gain it back. At this point trying to gain back their L’Manberg was the only thing they could hold on to.

Though all that work was for nothing.

The war to take back L’Manberg went way differently than they all had imagined. Y/N fought with a viciousness most didn’t think they had it in them. This was the day for them to finally regain what they had wished for, for the longest time now.

Everything came to a halt once Dream surrendered. He showed them Schlatt who was sitting in the Carmavan. Drunk off his mind he yelled and screamed at people only to die of a heart attack which meant that the Pogtopia faction won.

The people begun cheering, they had their home back! They were free! Y/N was probably the loudest by far. It felt like a huge weight was lifted from their shoulders. All this hardship and they could finally return to working with the others and rebuild L’Manberg. Return it to its former glory.

Tubbo got appointed President and Y/N was happy with it. Tubbo had an eye for building and was a good person, with him they were sure they could do some amazing things.

Apparently Techno thought otherwise. Instead he pulled Soulsand out, holding onto the Wither skulls as a visible threat.

Y/N had somewhat forgiven Techno for what had happened. It was a stressful situation and they acknowledged it but seeing him there, threatening to kill all of them? That they knew they couldn’t forgive quite so easy. Especially since he made some sound points but it was their L’Manberg. The people didn’t like living under Schlatt’s rule, this wasn’t something that could be described simply as a coup. Technically he was right but only technically. There were so many things that came into play that could let you argue over that but Techno would have none of it. Yelling something about Tommy only wanting to be a hero.

When the first explosions rang Y/N thought it came from a Wither but Techno was still in the middle of putting the heads onto the structure.

When more explosions rang and the ground beneath their feet broke away, Y/N understood what had happened.

At some point Wilbur ran off and must have pressed the button. The button that set the TNT beneath the city ablaze, effectively destroying everything.

Y/N was too busy with finding hard ground again and then dealing with the Withers and Techno that they only noticed after the fighting ended, how broken the nation was now.

They had won. Why would Wilbur do this? He knew how much the nation meant to them and again, they had won, so there was no reason for blowing the place up!

And if that wasn’t enough to see how both their older brothers destroyed everything Y/N worked for, they also had to see how Philza, their father, stood next to the corpse of Wilbur. It felt like they lost everything.

They lost their trust in Technoblade.

They lost their hopes and dreams via Wilbur blowing up the freshly liberated L’Manberg.

They lost their trust in their own father who had slain his own son.

Y/N felt absolutely crushed. Family was so important to them and it was their own family that destroyed their hopes and dreams. They did everything for them and this is how they repaid them?

Once everything calmed down and Tubbo begun making plans on how to rebuild the nation, he immediately came to Y/N for help but they hesitated which worried him.

“Is everything okay? Usually you would have jumped on that offer, Y/N.”

Y/N put on a smile that didn’t seem to reach their eyes “Don’t worry Tubbo, of course I’ll help you. I’m just tired from what we have been through. I finally have time to take a breather and I think it all just crashed down on me.”

“Well if you ever need help you can talk to me.” It was an earnest offer that Y/N would never take advantage of.

Y/N mostly ignored Philza. He talked with them a few times and even explained what has happened but Y/N still made a wide berth around him. Seeing him just hammered back down the feeling of distrust and hurt. Their familial relationship took a hard hit from that point on.

With Ghostbur it was a weird situation as well. They enjoyed spending time with him but were also always incredibly sad around him. Ghostbur took notice of this and would always offer them to take some of his blue but Y/N declined every time.

“Don’t worry Ghostbur. Everything is still just fresh in my mind. I’ll be back to my old self in no time. You take care of yourself, you hear?”

“Of course Y/N! You have always looked out for me, thank you.”

L’Manberg slowly took on a proper form again but it wasn’t the L’Manberg Y/N knew. It felt to them like they were standing on top of a grave. A grave for their dreams and it was getting hard, real hard, to walk through it every day seeing places where they know specific buildings should be standing. Buildings they build on their own only to be destroyed by their brothers doing.

Then Tubbo exiled Tommy and Y/N felt conflicted. They felt obligated to stay in L’Manberg since they were the main person people came to for builds but that was their brother. Their only brother they still trusted and felt a need to protect.

Instead of following him into exile they stayed in the city. Visiting Tommy whenever they could, noticing pretty fast that he was struggling hard with his situation and for once they didn’t feel strong enough to properly support him. Y/N tried their best but once they noticed they couldn’t reach him completely they gave up a tiny bit.

It reminded them too much of Wilbur.

So while they visited him and helped them where they could, they spent more and more time alone in their home only coming out for work and other necessary things like food. Soon it was normal to see them with ever present dark circles beneath their eyes.

Before Philza disappeared to join Techno, he would stop by Y/N’s home all the time.

“Have you eaten, yet?”

“Yes, dad. I’m an adult. I can take care of myself.”

“I just haven’t seen you much lately and I got worried.”

“Don’t worry. I’m fine. Hey, if you go out, please, can you tell Ghostbur to stop coming around to throw Blue inside my mailbox? He won’t listen to me but perhaps he will to you.” And they would always carry the same big smile on their face accompanied by empty eyes.

The only time their happiness reached their eyes again was when Tommy returned from his exile. They crashed into their younger sibling holding him close to them and muttering apologies. He pried them off, embarrassed by all of this.

This short bout of happiness was destroyed by Doomsday. Dream, Technoblade and Philza once again made sure to set L’Manberg ablaze.

The second time Y/N’s fruits and labor got completely annihilated by their family but still they had some hopes this time. They still had Tommy on their side they could just finally build a home somewhere else and live in peace but Tommy had other ideas. He had it in his mind to get his discs back and he would do anything for it.

So while Y/N tried to ground themself with new hopes and ideas, holding onto the only constant of what was important to them, that being Tommy, Tommy ignored them. He was too busy with his own things and the worst part was that Y/N couldn’t even fault him for it.

They understood how much these discs meant to him and that this was something that had to come to an end but with this they lost another, and possibly their last, anchor point.

Yet you could still see them running around with a smile, tending to every one and trying to help out the best they could.

Then suddenly they were gone. They just disappeared one day. The few people who took note of that took some time to look around but there was no sign as to where they left. Y/N didn’t take their armor with them nor any weapons or food.

< Y/N succumbed to despair and fell of a high place>

When every ones communicators rung out with this message the SMP fell quiet.

Tommy couldn’t believe what he was reading. This didn’t make any sense. Y/N was fine! They would talk with them and everything looked fine! This must have been a cruel joke from Dream somehow, right? This couldn’t be real. Why would Dream do this? This didn’t seem to make sense.

Exactly there was no sense in Dream doing this.

While Tommy was battling with his thoughts Tubbo came running over to him. Tears streamed down his face.

“What happened? Why did this happen? Where are they?”

Tommy was visibly shaking “I- I have no idea. I don’t know. They looked fine. I’m- I’m not sure. Tubbo-“

Tubbo just slammed into him, giving him a proper hug, trying his best to help Tommy through his rising panic. He lost another sibling and by Ender that hurt.

Meanwhile in the snowy Tundra both Philza and Techno were staring at their communicators as well.

Philza was pale. So pale it almost rivaled the snow around him.

Techno had his brows furrowed. For anyone who didn’t know him well enough he looked at best displeased with this situation but Philza could see the small details that told a different story. Him sucking his breath in as he read the message, hiding his quivering lip in his cloak. He was heartbroken.

Sure the two weren’t on good speaking terms but Y/N was still his younger sibling. He still loved them.

Philza felt similar. He acknowledged that he screwed up and honored their wish to be left alone by him but he never imagined this could lead to their death. His knees buckled and he sank to the ground. Two of his children died, one directly by his hand and the other due to his inaction.

His eyes glossed over, the world became a blur and yet he continued rereading this message over and over. Y/N just lost their last life.

Philza could hear Techno walk closer to him and sat down on the ground as well.

“Y/N is-“ Philza begun but he didn’t know what he wanted to say. State the obvious to his eldest son?

“I have more fault in this than you, dad. Don’t feel guilty.” His voice was uncharacteristically weak. Wavering as he spoke. He wanted to cheer Philza up but it was a weak attempt.

“What have we done.”

Ghostbur was at first confused when he read the message. It was like he couldn’t connect the dots but it slowly dawned on him what this meant.

“Oh my.” His usual happy demeanor was suddenly gone.

He touched his face and as he put his hands back down he saw how they were smeared with blue.

“Y/N is dead?”

His usual ghost behavior seemed to break a bit. It was like through the warped version of Wilbur that was called Ghostbur for a moment the true version of him came through again. And he was hurt. Devastated.

“I think I need to find the others.” He mumbled to himself, making his way towards his family. All the while he held onto the blue wool of Friend like a lifeline. Combing through it nervously. Blue continuing to spill from his eyes.

[pingutats]

my dearest darling

in which you and harry spend a sunday morning having coffee & cake, and spontaneously decide to go engagement ring shopping together.

warnings: a little suggestive at the end. mostly just pure fluff!

word count: 3.4k

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The little alleyway off the main street filled with café tables is a perfect place for you and Harry to sit unseen. In fact, in this little alcove, it’s easy to watch the world pass by the two of you. It’s a nice reprieve from the usual of the world watching Harry. 

He’s wearing sunglasses anyway, just in case—despite the overcast weather. 

You frown at him, resting your elbows on the table and lacing your fingers together to rest your chin on. “I really think that makes you more conspicuous.”

He scrunches up his nose. “Nah. Or at least, if people notice, they’re going to notice an odd bloke in sunnies, not me.”

“They’ll notice it’s you.”

He glances at the busy footpath. “‘S working so far, love.”

A young waitress rounds the corner from the cafe’s front entrance and sets your coffees down on the table. You move your elbows off the table politely to give her space.

“Thanks,” Harry says, reaching for his black coffee. 

You smile at the waitress as you wrap your hands around the latte you ordered, warming up your freezing fingers. You notice the way she hesitates before she leaves, how she looks at Harry like she wants to say something before before quickly spinning on her heels and walking away. When she’s out of earshot, you look at Harry. “She knows.”

He shrugs. “That’s different.”

The waitress reappears a minute later with the little cakes you ordered. This time, she’s braver. “I’m so sorry—are you Harry Styles?” she asks, saying his name in a voice that’s akin to a reverent whisper.

His eyes dart to you for a split second and he raises his eyebrow enough that only you’ll notice, conceding to you, then smiles at her. “Yeah, I am. Sorry, what’s your name?”

You watch him navigate the encounter easily, like you’ve watched so many times. The girl asks for a photo and he politely declines, explaining that he doesn’t want to draw attention, but offers to sign a napkin for her instead. He a short message (nice to meet you, all my love) to her and draws a couple hearts after he signs his name, then passes it to her with a sweetly genuine thanks her for her support. 

“Oh my gosh, no, thank you,” she says earnestly. “It was so, so nice to meet you.” She glances at you, then, and her cheeks go even pinker. “Thanks,” she says again, and then she’s gone.

You let a giggle free at the awkward way his fans treat you, like they don’t know if it’s appropriate to talk to you as well, and how they struggle to find something to say to you anyway. Once it might have bothered you. It’s just amusing to you now. You raise your brows at Harry. “All your love?” you tease, quoting the message he wrote on the napkin. “Where’s my share?”

He pouts from behind his sunglasses. “Don’t be like that.”

You kick his shin gently underneath the table. “I’m kidding around. She was sweet. I like watching you do that, you’re so good at it.”

His foot swings around to trap your ankle between his. “Trying to play footsie at eleven o’clock on a Sunday morning? You little minx.”

You roll your eyes and wrench your foot free, rattling the table as you do so. He laughs—a sharp barking ha! that makes you smile through your embarrassment at causing a small commotion. 

“Who’s conspicuous, sorry?” he asks.

 You shake your head at him and stab your fork into your apple and cinnamon muffin. He keeps giggling as he slides his own plate with the carrot cake to his side of the table and picks up a fork himself.

“Mm, that’s good,” he says after he swallows his first bite. “Better than the one I make.”

“Well, baking isn’t known to be one of your talents.”

He claps a hand to his chest. “I’m wounded.” He leans over the table and skewers a piece of your muffin on his fork, dodging your attempts to swat his hand away with great agility. He pops it in his mouth triumphantly, cocking his head like he’s challenging you. 

In return, you steal a piece of his cake. 

“That was a much larger piece than what I took,” he accuses. 

You shrug.

His phone, face down on the table, dings. He glances up at you. 

“Check it,” you tell him. You know he only has alerts on for his closest friends—otherwise his phone would be ringing all day long. “I don’t mind.”

He bites his lip apologetically and flips the phone over, reading it. “Oh, it’s Tom. Hang on a sec.” He starts typing back.

You crane your neck around to read the message—something about Tom being free at the end of July, and Harry is giving a thumbs-up to that.

“Where are you off to?” you ask. 

“France, maybe,” he replies. You’re aware that discovering this kind of information so suddenly would be jarring for most couples, enough to even incite a fight—but you and Harry aren’t exactly a normal couple, and international trips are just part and parcel of your relationship. Hell, he goes on world tours for months at a time. You’re lucky, you suppose, that you function just as well long-distance as you do when you’re living together. 

“Lads’ trip?”

He sends the message and clicks his phone off, leaning back in his chair. “Nah. Taking you to Paris and getting down on m’knee in front of the Eiffel Tower,” he says, nodding sagely. 

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, Tom’s there to get the photos.” He shovels a forkful of the cake into his mouth and then points his fork in the general direction of a street busker playing a violin across the road. He swallows. “And I’m getting that guy to play a little tune, for the atmosphere,” he adds. 

You raise your brows. “Oh, you’ve got budget for this, then.”

He smiles. “Nothing but the best for my dearest darling.”

You snort.

He carefully cuts a piece of cake with the edge of his fork. “Nah, we’re thinking of doing a trip down to his friend’s studio in—somewhere in France, I can’t remember really. Friends and family welcome too, if you want to come. Apparently it’s a real nice place.” He eats his mouthful and then lifts his sunnies to look at you with clear eyes. “We are getting married, though. I mean that.”

Your cheeks threaten to burst from how badly you want to smile, but you force yourself to assume a serious face, just to humour him. “Of course we are.”

Despite the butterflies it inspires, this conversation isn’t new. You’ve been with Harry a couple of years now and you both know you’re on the same page when it comes to your shared future. There are no hard plans, but the direction is set. You’re getting there someday. 

He puffs his cheeks out. “I feel like you aren’t taking this as seriously as I am.”

You sigh melodramatically. “Well, sweetheart, I haven’t seen a ring yet.”

“A ring? You should have asked,” he drawls, then suddenly sits up straight and points a finger at you. “Don’t take that as a challenge. I want to be the one to ask.”

You shrug. “Can’t make any promises.”

His arm shoots forward to grab at your hand and you almost laugh out loud at the puppy-eyes he’s making at you. “No, please, baby, I swear you can do everything else, but let me do the proposing bit.”

In your heart, you’re happy he’s so insistent, because this is exactly how you want it to be too. In your mind, though, you really enjoy tormenting him. 

“I’ll think about it,” you concede, and he groans.

“I’m buying a ring soon as I can, just to lock it in,” he tells you as he destroys what’s left of his carrot cake.

Once you’ve finished and Harry’s gone up to pay for the coffee and cake (he also took a moment to lean over the counter to snap a group selfie with the waitress who served you earlier and a couple others too) you walk back up the street in the general direction of your car that’s parked a few blocks down. The weather is pleasant today and the sun is even peeking out from behind the clouds now, justifying his sunglasses. 

Your mind starts to drift (his arm wrapped loosely around your waist anchors you to the real world) as you think about how nice it is to be with Harry, how you’ve learned to appreciate each physical moment you have with him because they are so precious. After the tours, the promotional trips, the film sets, and all the little things in between, you understand how to be with Harry. You know not everyone can handle a life like this, and you’re sure that if it wasn’t Harry whose return you awaited, you wouldn’t be able to either. But he always returns. 

Harry comes to a sudden halt in front of a shop window, gazing in. You’re nearly yanked off your feet as you keep trying to walk with your arm around him—he’s so steady that he doesn’t budge. You stand next to him and look into what you realise is a jewellery store. 

“What do you think?” he asks. 

“Huh?”

He looks down, his arm squeezing around your shoulder. “Said I’d get you a ring, didn’t I?”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach. “What, today?”

“‘M not asking. Just preparing.”

You raise your eyebrows up at him. “That is… that is really a technicality.”

“Humour me,” he says. “C’mon.” He shepherds you into the store, steering you by your shoulders. 

It’s small and pretty in here, the air from the fans cool against your sun-warmed skin. There are hardly any other customers at the moment, so you have some kind of valuable privacy. There are a couple of glass counters that run along either side of the store with meticulously placed themed displays inside them. You gravitate immediately to the closest thing, a cluster of rough amethysts hanging from necklaces. 

“Aren’t these so cute?” you comment to Harry.

His arms wrap around you from behind and you reach up to grasp onto his crossed forearms resting against your chest. “Oh, yeah, they are.”

You stay there looking at the necklaces for a little too long—it’s not like you’re really that fascinated by the jewels, but more that you’re just enjoying Harry’s head leaning over your shoulder and his chest pressed to your back as you stand there. When your gaze meanders along the counter and you see something new, though, you shake free of his grip and follow your whims.

This store isn’t labelled out front with a massive brand. You’re pretty sure it’s an independent jeweller, judging by the neat description cards that accompany each small collection, explaining the theme in a lively and personal manner. This is what makes you really fall in love with the place and feel sure that this is where you’ll find the perfect ring. You know Harry could afford any ring from any famous brand, the heaviest jewels imaginable, easily worthy of a feature article in Vogue magazine. He could probably organise to have a diamond dug up fresh specifically to go on your finger. 

It’s the fact that Harry could give you anything in the world that makes you not want it at all. Special, to the two of you, isn’t something that you’ll find in wealth or the crowds that adore him.

It’s found in a day like this.

“Oh, my god, H, look at this one,” you gasp, grabbing his wrist and pulling him over.

He bends over the counter, his gaze following the line of your pointing finger. “Oh, that is pretty,” he says. 

It’s a simple gold band with a small, neatly carved diamond fixed to it. It isn’t flashy at all, which is what drew you to it. You knew he’d like it too. Despite the decadence of his performances, he can be a different man behind closed doors and you love that part of him. The secret part, the one that only you know so well. 

“I’m in love with it,” you tell him.

Harry nods. “Yeah, I think that’s the one.”

You never doubted that he would agree, but his assent sends a bolt of excitement up your spine. It’s all so real, suddenly, and you can’t wait to see him on his knee for you, to see that ring on your finger. You know your ring size off by heart (how could you not, being in a relationship with the jewellery connoisseur that Harry is), so there’ll be no need for you to try it on today. You’re left with only the raw anticipation of the day he’ll slide it onto your finger. 

His hands come down to rest on your hips as you both stare at the ring. You imagine you can hear his heart, knowing that it’ll be beating erratically because his excitement must match yours—you know how he feels about the idea of marriage. 

He spins you around to face him, leaving his hands on your hips. He looks at you very seriously. His sunglasses are resting on top of his head now, pushing back his curls and revealing his green eyes and furrowed brow to you.

“You know, if we’re seen buying an engagement ring…” he begins, trailing off. He shrugs. “Just want to think about that.”

You screw up your nose. “According to some magazines we got married last week, and also six months ago. Just being in here is probably going to spark something.” You glance behind you, as if you’ll see journalists scribbling away on their theories, then flatten your palms against his chest, smoothing out his shirt. “I’m happy to ignore it. I want to just do our thing, H.”

He nods, pursing his lips, and gradually the crease in his forehead disappears. “Okay. Good.” Twin smiles spread over your faces and you have the feeling of being two giddy kids, high-schoolers about to have their first kiss. Something new, unknown, exciting, that the two of you are going into together. His eyes are practically sparkling at you. If this was a cartoon, you think his pupils would be shaped like hearts right now. Something is starting to bud and you can feel it growing up inside you and between you, preparing to bloom. 

“Alright,” you say, breaking the insulating silence to draw you both back to the real world. 

He blinks a couple of times as if he’s just waking up. “Alright,” he echoes. “Let’s get it.”

He waves over a man drifting through the store in a neat suit and points at the ring. “Excuse me, can we please have a look at this one?”

The two of you watch the man unlock the cabinet and slide the plate of rings out, placing it on the counter. He picks up the one Harry pointed out. “It’s a lovely one, sir.”

“It is,” Harry says. His hand finds yours and squeezes your fingers. “What size is it?”

The man checks the price and tells you, and your mouth drops open. Surely there is something supernaturally perfect going on, because it’s exactly your size. You and Harry look at each other incredulously. 

The man seems to notice your unspoken conversation, because he helpfully adds, “We can resize it if you need.”

Harry chuckles. “No, it’s perfect. I think…” he trails off, looking at you. “What do you think?”

You nod at him, grinning. You rub your thumb over the back of his palm as he tells the man, “Thank you. We’d like this one, please.”

You stand slightly behind him as he pays for it, flexing your hands and wringing them in front of you. You know it’s all in your head, but your left ring finger is tingling as if it senses that it’s missing a piece. You really just want to wear the ring at this minute, but when the man selling it to you offers, Harry shakes his head quickly. 

“I’ll hold onto it for now,” he says. He accepts the little box from the man and slips it into his pocket. “Thank you so much.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, sir. Enjoy it, and congratulations to the two of you.”

Harry snakes his arm around your waist as you walk back out to the street. His hips knock against you as he squeezes you into his side, and you can feel the little box in his pocket. You can’t help the grin that takes over your whole face. You worry you look like an idiot, smiling so widely at nothing, but when you glance up at Harry, he looks exactly the same.

Your car is parked down a quieter road and you get to relax a little once you’re away from the crowds of the main shopping strip. You can walk a little more slowly and Harry loosens up a bit. His hyper-vigilance starts to strip away. You can see the tension in his shoulders dissolving and here’s your Harry, emerging from his defensive layers. Most people wouldn’t notice this change, but you do. You feel how he adjusts the grip of his hand on your hip, how he leans into you a little more as you walk. In your closeness, you can smell his cologne and you think of how you watched him spray it on this morning—and how you’re going to be watching him do that for the rest of your lives.

He glances over his shoulder and you copy him. The narrow street behind you is empty, but you don’t get a moment to really register this before you feel his arms tighten around your waist and you’re swept off your feet for a second as he crashes his lips into yours.

You close your eyes, letting the kiss envelop all your senses. The sweetness of the cake’s icing lingering on his lips; his arms locked around your waist, holding you up; the rapid beating of your heart. He pulls away slowly and your eyes flutter open. His face is just inches from yours and he’s looking at you with such intensity you feel naked. Not for the first time, you’re in awe of how impossibly green his eyes are; you could make a palette from every forest in the world, and it wouldn’t hold a candle to what you see in front of you right now.

“Y/N,” he says. He cracks a grin. “I’m so fucking happy.”

Your reply is simply to grab him by the back of his neck and pull him in for another kiss. Your hand tangles in his hair and you feel his tongue running along your bottom lip before he pulls away again quickly.

“Fuck,” he says, sounding lost for breath. “Need to stop before I make a fool of m’self in public.” He even physically takes a step back from you, his eyes comically wide.

You giggle. Your gaze travels down his body and you notice the indent of the box in his pocket. “Is that a ring in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”

He shakes his head at you. “You’ve gone all giddy. ‘M getting you home right now and then we’re celebrating properly.” He turns around and starts walking towards the car, his long legs carrying him faster than you can keep up.

Your stomach flutters imagining what his idea of celebrating might be. Suddenly, the only thing on your mind is getting back to your house as soon as humanly possible. You run after Harry, skipping around in front of him and jogging backwards as you waggle your fingers in his face. “So, when are you going to pop the question?” you ask.

“Oh, honey,” he says, patting his pocket with the ring. He grins. “It’s going to be when you least expect it, I’ll promise you that.”

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thank you for reading! hope you enjoyed—if you did, a reblog or a message is really encouraging and lovely for me to see!! the title is taken from the song by etta james.

this fic is the first part of a series called “here we are in heaven,” and i’m really really excited about it. you can read my earlier fic, at last!, if you want to see where this will end up, but there will be more parts to fill the in-between. plus blurbs and stuff! let’s chat about it! 

my masterlist can be found here. have a beautiful day!

[haytani]

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“haruchiyo what the fuck?!”

“yeah i know.”

“no you don’t know!” you shriek, pushing sanzu away from the living room and into the bathroom. “do you even know how difficult is gonna be to get those damn bloodstains off the couch?”

“that’s what you are worried about?!” he mimics your tone, trying to take his belt off. “i literally got shot in the leg!”

you were about to head back to the living room when he yelled, making you turn around and walk towards him. you point at him with your finger, touching his chest.

“if you have enough energy to walk to my apartment, sit on the couch, yell like a little bitch and make yourself a glass of,” you trail off, furrowing at the liquid inside the glass on the sink. “whatever the fuck that is, then believe me you are not gonna die or anything.”

you head back, muttering about the blood stains on your couch, carpet and the rest of the floor. after trying to rearrange your living room the best way possible, you store everything that needs a wash away and head to the boy in your bathroom.

he looks up at you, putting the phone in front of a few of your products so they could act as a stand. ushering you closer, he takes the first aid kit he knows you have and hands it to you.

“here.” he casually says, playing the video he has looked for.

it’s quiet in your apartment as you listen to the first few seconds of the video, the first aid kit still in your hands with a very confused sanzu right next to you as he waits for your assistance.

giving him the side eye, you can’t help but bawl at him.

“you expect me to take care of a shot wound by watching a youtube tutorial?!”

you want to stab yourself with your toothbrush once you watch him nod —very cutely may you add.

shaking your head to snap out of the very wrong moment thoughts clouding your head, you look at sanzu with both brows raised.

“what do you even think i have in here? operation tools?” he shrugs, tapping his foot impatiently.

“it’s a first aid kit, you tell m—“ something hits his head, falling to his lap. he takes it in his hands, face falling at the bag of cough drops.

“not funny, i’m gonna bleed to death at this rate.”

he still takes one.

you don’t know what’s going on anymore.

you utter a sarcastic laugh, mocking him. “sorry sorry, if you give me a sec i can whip out an IV out of this little tiny first aid kit.” you perk up, facing him. “a hospital bed too.”

with his groans and whines at his mistake for background noise, you drag sanzu to your car so you can take him to an actual hospital.

driving out of your building, you shake your head while turning the steering wheel.

“seriously haru what the hell.” you sigh.

many hours later and you and sanzu finally arrive back at your house. with his arm around your shoulders and your own around his back, you lead him to the couch, letting him lay there while getting the two of you a glass of water.

“so, are you gonna explain why you were shot?” placing the water right in front of him, he gulps it down instantly. you chuckle, taking a sip.

“today, we made a name for ourselves.”

“huh?” you question. sanzu head bows, hands laced together in between his open legs. “who’s we? and what do you mean?”

“the kanto manji gang, mikey, koko, the haitanis, mochi, kakucho and,” he exhales, letting out a deep sigh. mumbling angrily, he adds. “that piece of shit takeomi.”

you choose not to press sanzu on what the latter is doing with the rest of his gang. yes, you do know who sanzu’s siblings are —or rather, you know the random people associated with sanzu, considering he’s an only child and all.

placing a hand on his back, rubbing it, you avert the topic of his not-really-but-yes-kinda older brother.

“what did you guys do?” you smile, seeing him sit up straight. with eyes wide and stretched grins, his leg begins to jump up and down as he begins his doings as a future top criminal.

“we are tired of being in dumb high school gangs and fighting for the sake of it.” a huge gulp and he slams the glass on the table, muttering an apology once he sees the look on your face. “we want to take the next steps, become a criminal group, and gain real shit and control.”

you close your eyes, tilting your head to the side.

“i know what you are about to ask, haruchiyo.”

he gapes, jumping up from his seat. “you do?”

shaking your head, you copy his position, leaning forward. “we’ve been through this, the first time you were set on following mikey.”

“bu—but,” he trips on his own words, shocked to watch the calmness in your expression. knitting his brows, he composes himself. “this time we are not talking about a dumb middle school gang, it’s a criminal organization, you could be in danger just by being by my side!”

“i don’t ca—“ scowling, you contain your groan.

“we are gonna be dealing with big shits out there, not to mention the underground business, drugs, prostitution…” sanzu’s train of thought seems to end there as his eyes grow wider. “you are not even gonna get close to the prostitutes, what if they mistake you for one of their own? what if you get shot? what if—“

“then protect me.” you declare, making sanzu go quiet. “and if you can’t do that then i’ll have to do it myself.”

having cut off sanzu’s previous desperate rambling, your hands grip his shoulders. you shake him lightly.

“you are old enough to make your own choices without the needs of me or anybody else telling you what to do.” your face is close to his, very very close. he can feel warmth, wrapping him like a blanket. “just as i’m old enough to choose for myself, and if we end up regretting it then we’ll just deal with the consequences.”

your hands move upwards, adjusting in his cheeks and making the perfect fit for sanzu’s face —who kept staring at you, adoration pooling in his eyes.

your thumbs press on both of his scars, touching them with upmost care. you bring his head closer, his forehead laying on yours.

sanzu can’t help but keep his eyes open, taking in every detail of your face; memorizing the beauty within your frame. he’s taking an imaginary picture.

“never prioritize me over your dream, ‘kay?”

in quick breaths, sanzu gives your lips a brief look, moving back up to your closed eyes as he hears your words.

“but you are part of that dream, so you are my biggest priority too.”

sanzu’s childish whimper elicits a short laugh out of you. his words make you smile, unconsciously. knowing that throughout all these years and changes sanzu has gone through, he’s always been the same with you.

flashing a huge grin, the palm of your hand pats sanzu’s head. your hand feels the soft pinkish locks, styled in a messy mullet. a part of you is happy that he let his natural color show, instead of that dull beach blonde he used to have.

your words must have gotten to him somehow.

“you go on and do what you have to do,” keeping your smile, you tease. “criminals are not supposed to be such softies y’know.”

‘well i don’t think anybody else can even put that word next to my name.’ sanzu internally sweatdrops.

laughs unravel within the living room, spending the rest of the night playing whatever game you two found lying around.

that night, as sanzu walks out of your apartment and goes on to his, he dials a number on his phone.

“yeah, this is the tattoo parlor place right?” gibberish sounds in the other end. “yeah, no don’t worry. i just wanted to ask,” he looks up at the many floors of the building, eyes focusing on where your floor’s supposed to be.

“can i get another tattoo along with the symbol one?”

wrapping your scarf around your neck, you continue making your way through the cold streets of tokyo.

the memory of how bonten came to be and sanzu joining popped out of nowhere. it was so long ago, yet felt like it’s only been months.

you are glad that at least he got to where he wanted to get to, unaware that he was missing something—someone.

“hey!” you look up from your shoes, scanning through the empty street identifying the voice. you see someone waving at you, leaning in a streetlight.

hands hidden in your coat’s pockets. you are a bit hesitant, walking at a slow pace to where he is.

now closer; sight a little clearer now, you jump in place and wave back. you make your way to him quicker.

“takeomi, hi!” the older man chuckles, taking a drag off his cigarette and puffing out the smoke. “what brings you to this area?”

“just walking around, saw you and called you over.” standing straight, takeomi takes another breath with the cigarette between his lips. he doesn’t grab it, simply letting the smoke out the side.

“i don’t wanna take anymore of your time so,” unexpectedly, you feel his hand pat the top of your head. moving your head to stare at a smiling takeomi.

“thank you for taking care of haruchiyo, something that i couldn’t do for him. i know he’s a bit problematic, but i’m sure he’s grateful for you being the one that sticks around.”

with that he leaves you to be, walking away and disappearing through a corner. you stand in the same spot, dumbfounded at his words.

your scarf flaps around, aggressively moved by the harsh air of the day. squinting, you hide the lower half of your face in the big puffy scarf, covering the goofy smile that showed up for a second.

“you don’t need to thank me for genuinely loving my time with him, he’s—“

but your words get caught in the approaching snow storm, drowned out by the wind’s whistling. nobody to hear them.

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[silvermun]

They said the first day of anything was the hardest, but Shadow begged to differ. On the first day his muscles didn’t ache like they did today. Regardless, he pressed onward, especially since Sonic was watching.

Their two characters were engaged in another one of their infamous duels. A knight and a king was it? Shadow had a hard time deciphering their relationship.

“Cut!” The detector yelled, prompting the pair to drop their prop swords.

Sonic took a moment to stretch, knowing theses moments of reprieve would be scarce so close to the movie’s premiere date. “Your doing great out there Shadow.. for a newbie.”

Sonic’s smile was fiendish, but it was easily taken for the joke that it was. Shadow matched his expression, though instead of offering a retort he playfully ‘stabbed’ Sonic in the stomach. “Whoops. Beginner move.”

Sonic gleefully snatched up his sword, all too ready to engage in the game that Shadow was proposing. But before the battle could commence, the director scolded them. “That’s enough! You are actors, not children. Get your head in the game for Chaos’ sake. Get ready for the next take.”

Shadow had to remind himself that he was the fierce and devoted Lancelot and not Shadow who was all too excited to sword fight like children with this charming superstar.

He schooled his expression into one of fury, Sonic doing the same, but something in him hoped that he’d slip. This was the last scene he was to do with Sonic today and really, it was a shame. They had great chemistry both on camera and off, he felt invigorated and motivated like nothing else next to him.

“Oops.” Shadow ‘accidentally’ dropped his sword, prompting a re-take. But as much as he loved working with Sonic, he couldn’t say he didn’t hinder his performance. He was just that attractive.

Shadow could hate himself later for the ache in his muscles after re-take after re-take, for now, he could just play pretend in his little fantasy world where a knight pines after his king.

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(Sorry if the grammar and spelling suck! I didn’t check it too much. Also I’ll go back to working other things *wink wink* I just wanted to goof around for a sec)

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[jaehyunfirstlove]

Highway to Heaven - Ch. 5

Your best friend Johnny wants to go on a road trip. The only catch? He wants to bring his roommate, Jeong Jaehyun, someone you just couldn’t stand.

Genre: e2l, fluff, angst, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: fingering, swearing

Taglist: @jaehyunnie77​ @sehunniepot​ @jaejoongiewifey-blog @glxwingstar​ (send me a message if you want to be tagged)

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 

A/N: A bit of smut in this chapter, but what will it meannnnnn ;)

You woke to arms around you. His breath tickled the back of your neck. He was cuddled into you, his body molded perfectly around you. You didn’t know what to do, you were truly torn. You had to admit it felt nice, to be held by someone again, but you still weren’t sure how you felt about him, and this would certainly be a complication. You shifted slightly, but it was enough to wake him. You could hear him waking up, his consciousness slowly returning, and when he finally realized the position he was in, he froze. He slowly removed his arms from you and turned over in the bed.

“Rise and shine, sleepyheads!” Johnny came into the room, pretending to cover his eyes, “Is there anything going on I should know about?” he questioned innocently, as he threw himself onto the bed in the space between the two of you.

“Grow up,” you complained, getting out of the bed and heading for the bathroom.

“Dude, what happened?” he turned to Jaehyun. You left the room but hovered behind the door, wanting to hear what Jaehyun would say.

“I screwed up! I was doing so well, staying to my side of the bed, but when I woke up I was spooning her!”

“What! Did she know?”

“I don’t know, I took my arms out carefully, she didn’t move, so I don’t know? Ah man, I fucked up. She’s never gonna trust me now.”

“Hey, maybe she didn’t even know? We can only hope.”

“I can’t face her without apologizing though.”

“Suit yourself.” 

You heard the bedsprings groan as Johnny got up from the bed, so you ran into the bathroom and closed the door behind you. You sat on the edge of the tub, head in your hands. You’d never been in such turmoil before, it was usually pretty clear to you if you were attracted to someone or not. Jeong Jaehyun, however, threw you for a loop. On the one hand, he was that callous playboy who slept around with women and dumped them at any inconvenience. On the other hand, he was that guy who would hold your hair back as you threw up, the one who would remember the most innocuous things you liked, the one who would stare with wonder at stars. The one who cared about whether or not you would trust him.

“Hey Y/N, hurry it up in there!” Johnny knocked obnoxiously on the bathroom door, “We got sights to see!”

“Gimme a sec,” you called back, turning on the faucet to splash some water on your face. You looked at yourself in the mirror and decided to be resolute. You had to trust your instincts.

When you came out of the bathroom Jaehyun was on the balcony. The morning breeze was fluttering his hair, his bangs falling into his eyes, which were closed. He was leaning on the railing, in a plain white tee that hugged his shoulders, the hem of it waving slightly in the wind, threatening to give you a view of his perfect abs. You looked away quickly, grabbing your suitcase and heading for the door, hoping he wouldn’t notice you. No such luck.

“Y/N!” he called, coming back into the room. His hair was now mussed from the wind, a bedhead look that would be unattractive on anyone but on him, it just increased his attractiveness. It almost made you angry. “Hey, I just wanted to apologize for last night.”

You faced him, your emotions warring in your gut. “Don’t mention it.” You said in the calmest voice possible.

“I really didn’t mean to-”

“I know.”

“I just need you to know-”

“I get it, Jaehyun. Let’s just forget about it, okay?” You walked away, leaving him standing alone in the room.

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That day was spent at a local market, the three of you navigating through the stalls of fresh fruits and vegetables and various homemade goods. Once in a while one of you would stop and peruse the wares, or try samples offered by the food sellers. Jaehyun gave you space, not overtly avoiding you though, which you found you were thankful for. He’d sometimes point out things to you and you would just nod before walking away, missing the lingering looks he would give you. At one point Johnny went off to look at some leather goods, leaving you and Jaehyun alone at a fruit stand.

“Would your girlfriend like to try some?” the fruit seller had offered Jaehyun a sample of their peaches, and had gestured towards you, standing behind him.

“Hm? Oh, she’s not my girlfriend,” he offered politely, “just a friend.” The seller apologized, and the two of them continued to engage in conversation about the fruit.

You stood there, feeling like someone had just stabbed you in the chest. There was a dull throb that at any other time you might have thought was a heart attack, but you’d felt it before and you knew exactly what it was. You could feel your face getting hot, ridiculous tears pooling in your eyes. You willed them not to fall, and thankfully they listened.

Johnny came over then, and seeing the look on your face he opened his mouth to ask what was wrong but you stopped him.

“Hey I’m just gonna go back and find that stall that sells soap, you guys stay here I’ll catch up with you later.” You turned and walked away quickly, not giving them the chance to protest.

By the time you had found the soap stall you had calmed down, still determined not to let whatever you were feeling for Jaehyun come to the surface. You’d picked out some soaps and decided to wait for them back at the car. Eventually they came back, talking and laughing over something they had seen.

“Let’s go, I’m hungry,” you called out, getting into the passenger’s seat as Johnny got into the driver’s seat. When he caught your eye he mouthed are you okay? You nodded and he didn’t press any further, knowing that sometimes you needed your space.

You didn’t offer much to the conversation for the rest of the night, not at dinner at the local taqueria, not even when you were all choosing the local motel for the night.

“You guys choose,” was all you said, and soon enough you were pulling up to the gaudy neon sign of the closest roadside motel.

“I managed to get a room with two beds this time! Are you proud of me, Y/N?” Johnny poked you in the side teasingly, but you weren’t in the mood for his jokes.

“Just remember that I’m not sleeping with you,” you warned.

When you got to the room you let the two of them wash up first, wanting to take a long hot shower to soothe yourself. Before you went into the bathroom the two of them were in the same bed, but when you came out Johnny had moved to the other bed, his long limbs splayed out so there was no room for anyone else. Both were asleep. You sighed, thinking about kicking Johnny in the head for being an ass, but thought better of it. Jaehyun was on his side, and even though he wasn’t the smallest person, he was so tucked into himself he took up very little of the bed.

Screw it, you thought, and just laid down on the bed beside Jaehyun. You were too tired for this and sure enough you fell asleep seconds after your head hit the pillow.

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You were dreaming and you knew it, but it felt so real. His hands were warm on your skin, caressing your naked stomach, reaching down further, parting your legs. Before he could reach your core you woke with a start, not realizing you had cried out in your sleep until you looked over and Jaehyun was staring at you, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

“Y/N?” he whispered, “Are you okay?”

You huffed in frustration. “Fine.”

“Were you having a nightmare?” he asked softly, “You almost screamed.”

“No, it wasn’t that kind of dream,” you sighed.

“What kind of dream was it?” he asked innocently.

“Don’t worry about it,” you snapped, and he took the hint and turned over. 

You, however, were still aroused from the dream, and it was making you frustrated beyond belief. You had to finish yourself if you were going to have any peace, so you looked over to make sure he couldn’t see. Satisfied that what you would be doing wasn’t in his viewpoint, you slipped your hand down your panties and dipped your fingers into your pussy. Sure enough you were wet from the dream, and so you proceeded to finger fuck yourself, but in that position your fingers just couldn’t reach your g spot and it made you even more frustrated. You swore under your breath, and suddenly it hit you that the person in the bed next to you definitely had long enough fingers to reach. You must have been delirious with arousal to even consider it, but you were beyond rational thought at this point.

“Jaehyun,” you whispered, but he didn’t respond, so you shook his shoulder lightly. He turned to you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked sleepily.

“I need your help,” you whispered, and he propped himself up on his elbow to look at you.

“Of course, what do you need?” he whispered back.

“I need you to help me get off.”

You could barely make it out in the dim light but he was blinking his eyes rapidly, shaking his head at the same time. He was definitely malfunctioning.

“I’m sorry, did I hear you correctly-”

“Yes, I need you to finger me until I climax, can you do that?” you clarified. You could feel your arousal slipping away and you were desperate.

“I mean, yeah, but are you sure? What does this mean for our relationship?”

“Listen, I’m horny as hell right now and I can’t even think about that. This is going to be awkward either way, whether you agree to it or not, at least if you do it I’ll have gotten an orgasm out of it.” Your argument was twisted but he contemplated it and seemed to be swayed.

“I guess that’s true…” he agreed, and you almost whooped in relief.

“Great, here, give me your hand.” 

He obliged, and lifting your shirt, you took his hand and placed it palm down on your bare stomach. He inhaled sharply when he made contact with your skin, and the same feeling from the dream returned to you.

“Mm, that’s good,” you moaned softly, which emboldened him. His hand moved independently now, slowly down, and you squirmed in anticipation as he got closer.

“That’s it,” you encouraged, as his fingers reached your folds and he began to part them.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered in awe, and when you moaned again he slid two fingers in. Your back arched off the bed, a silent scream dying in your throat as he started to pump his fingers inside you.

You pressed your lips together to keep from making a sound, not wanting to wake Johnny, but you could feel an intense orgasm coming on. Jaehyun’s fingers were heavenly, hitting you directly in that spot that made your toes curl. You pulled at the sheets as the pleasure in your gut ramped up.

“That’s it,” Jaehyun whispered in your ear, “Come for me, baby.” The combination of his magic fingers, the low tone of his voice, and the term of endearment sent you spiralling. Stars exploded behind your closed eyelids as you had the strongest orgasm of your life at that point, your body shaking, pussy clenching around Jaehyun’s fingers.

He let you come down from your high before he removed his fingers, and you sighed softly at the loss. He got out of the bed quietly and came back with a damp towel to help clean you up, gently wiping away your arousal. When he was done he pulled the covers back over you and smiled.

“Sleep now,” he whispered, because your eyelids were fluttering, and the last thing you remember before you fell into slumber was his fingers ghosting along your cheek.