#or deactivate tomorrow morning

[yanderespamton78]

Fucking HELP ME GUYS one of my best friends who I talk to basically 24/7 hasn't replied or has any messages I've sent to him deliver in 36 FUCKING HOURS now I'm genuinely starting to get concerned about him where the flying fanny flap is he I wanna talk to my bestie

[fitzselfships]

I'm sorry this is probably the last time I'm going to bring this up but wow getting that ask this morning really fucked me up bad for some reason

[handsmotif]

hmm well if i am making icon sets again maybe i should have a dedicated page for them on my blog. like a master list of sorts.

[goldfades]

sweet on you | JOE BURROW⁹

⟢ ┈ summary

meeting in the hallways of a sleepy high school in southern ohio, where the football field stretched out like the promise of something bigger, and your laughter echoed louder than the morning bell. you and joe were never just a couple—you were a team, the kind of love story that grew roots in friday night lights and blossomed with every whispered dream of the future. by the time LSU claimed its victory, joe stood on top of the world, a championship ring in one hand and a velvet ring box in the other. it wasn’t just his moment—it was yours, the culmination of years spent building a life you knew you both couldn’t live without.

under a sky glittering with confetti and possibility, he asked the question, and you said yes with a smile that outshone the stadium lights. from the thrill of wedding vows and quiet mornings with coffee to the chaos of raising kids who somehow inherit his tenacity and your charm, every chapter is a testament to the kind of love that grows richer with time—like tennessee whiskey, smooth and strong.

⟢ ┈ playlist

⟢ ┈ characters

⟢ ┈ ev's notes

this series was a whim of the moment type of thing, but i've really been in my joe burrow era and decided that tumblr needed another husband!joe series. if you guys have been keeping up with me, i was looking for this particular series by one of my favorite authors - only to find out they deactivated.

one of my favorite series EVER was a joe burrow one and it was like this series of joe and reader being super cute and having kids and stuff, and i decided to recreate it slightly. of course it's not gonna be copy and paste (cause they deactivated) and where's the fun in that? anyway, this is very self indulgent but! i hope you guys enjoy it nonetheless. i love you guys! enjoy!

note: i'll try and put the chapters in chronological order, but i will probably be posting little bits and pieces whenever i feel inspired.

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 | forever begins. summary your engagement under the stadium lights, after lsu beat clemson 42-25, claiming the national championship.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 | all my tomorrows. summary your wedding day - from start to (semi) finish. a night woven with love and laughter, where heartfelt speeches echo through the air. joe and y/n’s wedding glows with tenderness, from ja'marr’s playful tribute to y/n’s unshakable place in joe’s heart, to your best's teary words of lifelong friendship.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 | surprise! summary you and joe had just come back from your honeymoon in barbados, you may have had a little too much fun. when you see the faint lines in the little white stick, your whole world flipped on its axis.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 | baby shower. summary your baby shower gets a little overwhelming for you and joe.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 | domestic bliss!

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 | gender reveal!

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐱 | honeymoon! (NSFW)

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 | baby time!

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | meeting hayes

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 | thanksgiving

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧 | friday night lights

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 | anniversary!

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 |

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 |

blurbs

fluffy moments in nursery

a win with the baby

just joe and baby

playful argument about names

[yunimayie]

𝜗𝜚 (HIS) ONLY

ft. dazai, chuuya, atsushi, akutagawa x fem!reader ; how they spend their december with you. cws; tooth rotting fluff, not edited, may be ooc.

love, runi. dear gosh its been so long since ive written 😭... i have a nsfw draft in the works, but i was feeling fluff atm 🙂‍↕️💗. i hope i did the boys justice 😭😭 and it doesnt seem too ooc :(. additionally, i don't think i'm going to disclose the actual reason for being offline for so long. am i sorry for deactivating? nah...

the 24th — his hands ran cold, puffs of icy air battling the hot cry of warmth. he could feel the ache in his bones, yearning for the fire a room away. "isn't it cold?" you ask dazai, who was sitting upright on the edge of your shared futon. "it is," he answers, a whisper so loud, even the wind howls with it. you shift away, holding the large coze of your blanket up high, a cave forming in mere seconds. "then get in." you say with a tired face, "i'm cold too, 'samu." warm me up, he almost missed. without protest, he curls up into your arms—embrace heating the ac he calls his blood. "can't sleep?" you ask the obvious, knowing he appreciated the sentiment anyways. "no." you can feel the small shake his head makes, as slow as a toddler may stand to understand physics, dazai is the same with himself.

it was confusing, all energy he focuses on you, is forced back on him with a stern lecture from you. every bicker and mumbles of defeat helps see the purpose of your intentions. "how are you going to take care of me, when you can't take care of yourself?" a question he could argue with, but deep down—he'd ponder the same question in his head. if he took care of himself, it'd make you happy, and him feeling unsure. if he took care of you, it'd make him happy, at the cost of your disappointment with him. take care of yourself, osamu. you'd always cry sheep as you comforted him. the same building resentment of having his freedom forced onto a schedule quietly turned into appreciation for your efforts.

you didn't leave him. didn't need to help him. you did anyways, the warm flutter he always feels whenever his hand grazes yours or the accidental eye contact throughout the day, was already telling enough. dazai wasn't obligated to show any gratefulness, and neither were you—yet you still did it. and every year since the day of your anniversary, there was always something special waiting for him. clothes, games, your love; everything, was there, in a box wrapped with his blues and your yellows. he envisions each gift to the tune of a shake from the box. each of them perfect, and what he preferred to have on this special occasion.

the 24th, his special gift waiting for you under the tree. to be opened, to be named, that's up to you to guess. but the small gift glistening underneath, cannot wait 'til morning. "i wonder what you got me." he feels your chest rumble softly. in almost an instant, the wear and tear of his job finally catches up to him. "you'll find out soon." dazai smiles against your chest, the soothing lullaby of your breathing nearly puts him to sleep. "happy anniversary, osamu. i hope you'll like my gift tomorrow." a few small circles rub dazai's head. he doesn't fall asleep until you do first. "i know i will," his voice quieter, gentler, matching the tempo of the dying breeze. and you'll love mine too, goes unheard. baby steps, baby steps were still baby steps.

the 25th — you looked just like a dream, the prettiest girl he's ever seen. in chuuya's mind, nothing quite comes and goes as slowly as your beauty. in fact, everyone assumes it's permanent by how he's so enamored—consumed with adoration. it should come as a surprise to no one, when he gifts you a personalized advent calendar to count down the days of his super secret selection of affection that chosen day. first it was hugs all day, then came kisses on the 3rd, and—oh he was so overwhelming with his love! and yet, you could never be bore of it. an excited squeal always left your mouth as soon the clock hit midnight, chuuya already making preparations for his swooning affection for the month of deer. "how's today?" he asks, seeking your approval from the early box picking. "perfect," you say, "i think you'll have me falling from the balcony with the way i'm falling for everything you do for me." he chuckles, "don't die yet, you still have a day, counting six extra, left."

the following day, you're awoken to the soft scent of cinnamon and marshmallows filling the tiniest gaps of air. you struggle to waken fully, still groggy from your late night endeavors with chuuya. matter of fact, where was he? it wasn't unusual for him to leave in the yawn of morning hours, but on his month off.. assuming the solution by the smell, you make way to the kitchen where chuuya stood behind a counter. he notices you in his vision before releasing a blinging smile. "good mornin' beautiful." a wink catches your eye, "couldn't sleep without me?" he says while patting fluffy pancakes down, each stacked imperfectly delicious with a drizzle of syrup and fruits decorating it. "and if i did?" you match his tease, creating an easy tension that could dissolve in any minute.

"well then, i won't keep ya' waiting." his lips form a familiar slant. using his ability to carry the plates and breakfast stand, chuuya's arms are already lifting you bridal. "why're you out of bed? i thought i gave myself enough time to surprise you." he nearly pouts to your face, not embarrassed to do so in front of you. you laugh it off, " 'tis okay, chu." booping him, he drops you onto the bed as some sort of petty revenge. "only if you say so." his lips met your cheek, propping the breakfast tray as you perched on your bottom. your stomach growled in anticipation, kneading the inner lining of your stomach. "well?" he asks, awaiting your approval once again. you picked up a fork and stabbed it into the fluffy pancake. bringing it up to his face, you tell him to open his mouth.

"first bite!" you nudge it closer, "okay," and without another word, chuuya took the entire thing into his mouth, "mmm - wow delicious. why don't you say; thank you chef nakahara." the mischievous in his tone was hard to miss—a smirk you wanted to wipe off his face. "you're welcome my princess." a giggle escaped with it. acting annoyed with the nickname, chuuya sneakily placed a dot of syrup on your cheek. "chuuya!" you gasp, scrambling to wipe away the sticky substance. "my bad, dear prince."

a small smack hit his shoulder, "go away!" nodding his head, he moves to get up, but is stopped by a small tug on his arm. "and bring me my gifts please." he thinks for a moment, arms relaxing and his body sinking back onto the bed. "oh? you mean the ones i threw in the fire to keep you warm last night? those presents? from under the tree?—ow! kidding!" he threw his arms up in surrender after getting smacked again, this time harder.

the 16th — when it came to december, atsushi was no stranger to the cold weather. being nearly stripped of everything but rags for clothes, he often got sick without compromise from the orphanage. when it came to his life in the agency—his life with you—he was taken care of, given affection he was denied, able to show the vulnerability the director shut down. in his own little mind, you were the stage centerpiece; a transition from the filthy pinecone to the golden star he finally got to place on his tree. "quiet," he almost flinches, until he heard a melody instead of the desolate, angry, mob. he opened his eyes, eyes blinding him with your beauty. "an angel?" he questions, still hazed from his pain. "no," you laugh, replacing the towel on his head, "[name]."

"[name]..." he repeats, affirming his belief of being fine and alive. in your shared home—kyouka standing beside you. "is he going to be okay?" her weary voice echoes concern, to which you pat her head and tell her to fetch some more water. "of course he is, he's atsushi. i need a refill, can you do it for me?" with kyouka hurriedly jogging away, you're left alone with atsushi. he moans, his joints aching with every twist. "are you doing okay?" you ask, rubbing soft circles on his palm. "feel so nauseous." he mumbles, throat hoarse like the attack on trojans. you cooed, a sweet lullaby that comforts him through thick and thin, "feel better soon, m'kay?" he bobs his head like copier, obedient. atsushis' peace answers with silence.

admist your little moment, kyouka arrives back with the water in hand. she hands you the small bowl and takes her seat next to you again. "he seems at ease," she notes. "does he?" you question, busying yourself with replacing the towel every now and then. "mhm," she nods, "i'm glad." a small smile comes foward on her dollified expression. kyouka also takes notice of the faint blush resting on his face, daint and obvious. she doesn't speak up about it, opting to pop the question in when atsushi was better. for now, she'll wonder what you two had talked about while she was out of the room.

the 31st — if akutagawa had any say about attending any gift-related events, he'd stay home. if akutagawa had any shred of empathy left, he'd conserve it just for you. a mistake, honestly. he curses to the devils' and above for forcing his heart to ponder sweetly for you. "no," he says, unwavering in his decision. "but, ryu!!" you whine so casually, wanting him to give in and get out of his comfort zone. you knew it wasn't an easy task, seeing as your beloved friend preferred to stay within the four white walls the port mafia created. "annoying," he grumbles, eyes tilting blinding anger, "leave me be." he shoves past you, destined to cast away your binding spell. you stand there, resolve strong as ever while defending against hollow words. "be that way," you sigh, "but before you leave, let me give you this." you pull out a small present, throwing it to akutagawa who caught it with rashomon.

"what's this?" he inquired, an annoyed grunt passing his lips when you don't answer and turn on your heels to leave. annoying, he thinks again. he decides to unravel his gift later, when he was in the comforts of his own home. "what's inside?" gin poked at it, wanting her brother to hurry it up already. "don't know, [name] gave it to me]." he sighs—a gentle remonstrance. gin nods in understanding, waiting eagerly for her brother to tear the paper apart. inside laid a small box, "is it jewelry?" akutagawa shrugged his shoulds, "might be."

he uncovers the tiny trinket inside. it appeared to be a plain, silver lining necklace with nothing attached. at the bottom of the box, a note read; a pitiful necklace for your grey home, truly, a noteworthy gift you thought of. "seems like [name] really likes you," gin jokes about. akutagawa was quick to shut it down though, not in the mood to entertain any lovey dovey tease. "alright, alright," she giggles, "are you going to the party tonight?" she switches the topic. the mafia didn't often hold parties—this year being an exception—to keep their reputation in check. "no, i don't think i will." gin pouts at her brothers' rejection. "i won't force you, but maybe you'd enjoy it." you'll see [name], is what she's implying. as much as he can deny the pointed accusations, it was obvious to others around, that akutagawa held a soft spot for you. he grounded himself, "no." his mental fortude will not be broken down by measly gifts. "mhm–okay," gin hides her grin exceptionally well.

on the day of the party, you're feeling gorgeous in your outfit, hair done and kept to match it. you greet others with polite grace, "good evening to you too executive ozaki." you return her greeting. she does a curt bow before leaving the short talk. hunger gnawed a tight grip on your stomach, a loud growl emitting nothing against the loud chatter of the room. you scan the area for the nearest buffet table to ease your hunger. spotting none, you traverse the mounts of cleanliness ordor into another area of the building, where you laid eyes on an exquisite high-top table filled to the edge of some of your favorites. your inner-self squealed in excitement, still needing to maintain your professional composure while walking down to it.

the closer you got, a familiar voice rang nearby. "i'd rather not talk about it," he adjusts the chain sitting on his neck, your eyes catching wind of his movements unbeknownst to him. "aww, c'mon akutagawa! just tell us!!" tachihara whined drunkenly, using gin as support as he leaned on her. "no," he says. "my brother is a little shy on the outside. don't worry tachihara–i promise he's feeling fluttery on the inside." gin reassures her friend with light taps on his hand. "am not." he glares, hardly ever removing that mean scowl of his. tachihara was about to make a scene until he flinched from your voice, "it's all in the tone, tachi," your half assed smirk eased in—delighted to see akutagawa wearing your gift, "the chain suits you, doesn't it?" you smile, that teasing glint shining in your teeth nearly makes the man in question falter.

"it does," he mutters, walking away with a clenched heart—the blush on the tip of his ears giving away his true feelings.

@ yunimayie—everything is owned by mayira, she doesn't appreciate copyright breaches.

anyways lil rant at the bottom but, if ur not a writer, then u have no right to complain abt the amount of smut to fluff ratio 😭 (even then, as a writer, u should understand that complaining is not going to change anything).

im also tired of yall bitching abt everything in the x reader tag 😐 gtfo the place where ppl come to READ fics, not read ur bitching 🙏!

[complaining abt xyz] "oh im going to put this in the x reader tags to gain attention and sympathy for my cause!" OH MY FUCKING GOD SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!

anyways, hello guys ik i wasn't gone for that long, but it feels like forever (cause i haven't written anything good yes ik). buuut.. my hyperfixiation on bsd isnt leaving anytime soon so why not make the most of it rn and write again. next fic is def smut 😴🤞.

[o3o-lapd-o3o]

part 2 of the dinner scene in this ongoing au! first part here! third part here! fourth part here! fifth part here! sixth part here! seventh part here! eighth part here!

there's a masterlist now!

*very early morning, the next day*

*odysseus is making his way back down to the hidden cove*

(he totally wasn't kicked sent out their marriage bed by penelope, who was giggling to herself saying how "he should be excited to go and invite his friend to family dinner")

odysseus: *mumbling to himself* how do you even invite a god to a dinner? especially one that hunted you for 10 years?

odysseus: *arrives at the cove's beach*

odysseus: *sighs* well here goes nothing

odysseus: *looking out to the sea* poseidon! i again need to speak with you about something!

*unlike last time poseidon doesn't appear straight away*

odysseus: poseidon!

*still nothing*

odysseus: *rolling his eyes* do i really have to?

odysseus: *red eyes activated* POSEIDO-

*the water starts moving and poseidon is coming out it, and looks...sleepy?*

poseidon: *holding up his hands* i'm here! i'm here! please turn off the red eyes...

odysseus: *red eyes deactivated*

odysseus: ...well what took you so long to answer? you're normally much quicker

poseidon: *yawning* gods sleep too y'know?

odysseus: *surprised* ...oh, uh-

poseidon: -let's just get to the point. what do you need this time, king of ithaca?

odysseus: um.. dinner?

poseidon: *squinting at odysseus*

poseidon: *starts being salty* you woke me up before helios himself has taken to the sky? to get you DINNER?

odysseus: *starts being snarky back* oh yeah! my first thought of the day was, i could really go for dinner now instead of breakfast, GUESS I'D BETTER GO CALL POSEIDON

poseidon: *eye twitching* listen here you little shi-

odysseus: I'M INVITING YOU TO DINNER YOU-

poseidon: *pointing at odysseus* YOU JUST SAID "DINNER" NOTHING ELSE-

poseidon: *now confused* -wait, why are you inviting me to dinner?

odysseus: *sighing and holding the bridge of his nose* look telemachus wants to have a family dinner-

poseidon: *pointing at himself* family?!?

odysseus: -AND he wants me to invite my "friend"

poseidon:

poseidon: ...and if i refuse?

odysseus: *sighs again* look- i know we're not friends, but my son thinks we are.

odysseus: *now looking at poseidon* and as much as i hate to admit it, you really impressed him when he met you

odysseus: *looking down & speaking under his breath* hades knows why-

odysseus: *back to looking at poseidon* so im not gonna force you this time. but i am just going to ask you, if you would please come to dinner?

odysseus: *with pleading eyes* i understand you don't want to do it for me. however as a father speaking to another father, could you please do this for my son?

poseidon: *closes his eyes*

poseidon: *thinking he could just say no and go back home,,, but-*

poseidon: ... i accept.

odysseus: *in genuine shock* thank yo-

poseidon: *grins* i mean obviously your son is smarter than you, he sees just how great i am. clearly he gets that from his mother and not you.

odysseus: *regretting asking* (¬_¬)

poseidon: so when is this "family" dinner?

odysseus: tomorrow evening.

poseidon: tomorrow evening then. i will take my leave for now.

poseidon: *turning back to head back into the sea*

odysseus: *grins remembering something* oh i just remembered my son will be bringing his friend too

poseidon: *without looking back & waving his hand in a not worried motion* i'm not bothered by another mortal odysseus

odysseus: *shit-eating grin gets bigger* oh no, i'm sure you're not...

odysseus: *in a sing-song voice* this is however no mortal though~

poseidon: *stops*

poseidon: *turns with slight worry* what do you mean no mortal?

odysseus: oh you know, its only... athena.

poseidon: ATHENA?!

odysseus: well i'd best be getting back! don't forgot tomorrow evening poseidon!~

odysseus: *runs back to the palace laughing*

poseidon: ODYSSEUS OF ITHACA!

so.... part 3 coming soon! part 3 is here!

(listen i know i said two parts but i ran away with these two and their bickering)

[morningsharksworld]

Faceplant

A/N: i know I said that after these few fics for Hazard I was going to post about Mauga but I saw @moira-mains-go-to-hell post about Hazard and the reader overall just being a little shit and I decided to give my on spin on it because I thought that it would be funny 😭

Summary: Let the Prank wars begin

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The argument had been petty, honestly. Something about whose turn it was to do the dishes. Or maybe it was over the thermostat. You couldn’t even remember what sparked it, but it had ended with Hazard flopping onto the bed, throwing an exaggerated arm over his eyes, and grumbling “Gonna sleep it off before I say somethin’ I regret.”

You’d rolled your eyes at his dramatics, but his silence as he turned on his side, back to you, left you simmering. The nerve. So, as you stood in the doorway, watching him drift off, a wicked idea crossed your mind. A harmless. TINY. little prank.

Sneaking over to his prosthetics, you carefully turned them off. The soft chime confirmed they were deactivated, and you stifled a laugh as you tiptoed back to your side of the bed. “Let’s see you storm off tomorrow, tough guy” you muttered under your breath, climbing under the covers. Satisfied with your mischief, you drifted off to sleep.

The next morning, sunlight poured into the room. You were half-awake, snug in the blankets, when you heard the rustling of sheets and a groggy groan from Hazard.

“A’right…” he mumbled, his Scottish accent thick from sleep, “time to get up…”

You peeked out from under the covers, watching as he swung his torso up, planted his hands on the mattress, and—with all the confidence in the world—tried to stand.

“OI—!”

And just like that, he toppled forward, his arms flailing briefly before landing flat on his face with a muffled *thud*. You bolted upright, the sheets pooling around your lap as you stared at him sprawled on the floor. For a moment, there was silence. Then, a sound you hadn’t expected.

Laughter. Loud, uncontrollable laughter, echoing from the floor.

Hazard was face down, shoulders shaking as he wheezed and slapped a hand weakly against the carpet. “You… fuckin cheeky bastard!” he managed between gasps, his accent making the words tumble out in a melodic jumble. “You turned me legs off, didn’t ye!?”

You bit your lip, trying—and failing—to keep a straight face. “…I might have” you admitted, the corners of your mouth twitching.

He rolled onto his back, still laughing, one hand over his face. “Love, I… I tried tae just hop up like nothin’ was wrong! Thought I was losin’ me mind fer a second there!”

You couldn’t hold it in anymore. The sight of him sprawled out, hair sticking up in all directions, tears of laughter streaming down his cheeks—it was too much. You joined him, your laughter ringing out as you leaned over the edge of the bed.

“Serves you right” you teased between giggles. “That’s what you get for avoiding me like that last night.”

He propped himself up on his elbows, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Aye, fair’s fair” he said, his grin as wide as you’d ever seen it. “But dinnae think I’ll let this slide, darlin’. Revenge’ll be sweet.”

“Oh, I’m terrified” you shot back playfully, holding his gaze with mock defiance.

Still chuckling, he finally pushed himself upright, reaching over to re-enable his prosthetics. The familiar hum and whir signaled their activation, and he stood, testing his balance before looking at you with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

“You’re lucky you’re cute” he said, leaning down to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “But don’t get too comfortable. I’ll be plotting.”

You smirked, watching him shuffle off toward the bathroom, still shaking his head in disbelief. The morning sunlight danced through the room, and as the laughter faded, you couldn’t help but feel a surge of warmth for the man who could turn even a prank into a moment of joy.

Whatever payback he had in mind, you knew it would be worth it just to see that smile again.

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A few days later, the consequences of your prank began to surface. It started innocently enough. You spotted a tiny piece of your favorite bike model figurine on the coffee table. At first, you thought it had just fallen off, but when you found another piece in the kitchen—and then another in the bathroom—you knew something was up.

By the end of the day, you’d only managed to find eight of the ninety pieces. Each discovery came with a fresh wave of frustration and suspicion. Hazard’s smug grin whenever he passed by didn’t help either.

“Lost somethin’, lass?” he asked casually, leaning against the doorframe as you scoured the bookshelf.

“You’re insufferable” you muttered, glaring at him. “Where are the rest of the pieces?” You said showing him a part from the model.

He shrugged, his expression the picture of innocence. “Dunno what yer talkin’ about. But if I were tae scatter somethin’ precious around, I’d make sure tae keep ye on yer toes.”

You threw a cushion at him, which he caught effortlessly, his laughter filling the room. You’d underestimated him, and now you were paying the price.

.

.

.

You’re killing him in his sleep tonight.

[solaiced]

CASE 8: THE STRONGEST OF THIS GENERATION IN BED.

!content!: dubcon since ur drunk, nervous gojo, set after the sorcerers' graduation, drinking, poisoning? and gojo has a crush on you.

wc: 651

solace: not posting day 6 and 7 yet 💔

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"Stop it, Gojo" was your motto.

Everyday, without fail, Satoru "insufferable" Gojo was there to annoy you. He loved your reactions.

The way your eye twitched each time he spoke, and your mouth contorted in an inevitable pout.

But this? This had gone too far. As you throw the bottle of "water" at Gojo, hitting a head shot you wouldve celebrated had you been sober, your vision blurs, stumbling.

And Gojo? He laughs.

Fucking laughs at your misery. He had replaced your water with absolute vodka, knowing you’d get drunk immediately.

But he still gets closer, still helps you get more stable, so that he can face your anger, fury, rage, everything.

"Stop it, Gojo..." You mumble as he puts you on the couch. He chuckles, closing your eyes.

”Sleep,” he says, "I'll wake you up, in the morning." He assures, kissing your cheek as he lays you down. You grumble but don't fight him. It’s useless against the Strongest.

"Don't kiss me." You wipe your cheek stubbornly and he frowns, grabbing your face and kissing you again. Gojo aggressively kisses you repeatedly, smothering you.

You shake your head, trying to get out of his grasp, and when you move, his lips fall on yours. A moment of silence blankets you until you both pull away, faces hot.

Gojo sputters a little apology, it's the first time you see him so... flustered? His face is red, pupils blown wide as he braces himself for a yelling session.

"Gojo." He jumps at his own name.

"Again." God, you should never drink again. It'll ruin your life. Seriously.

Gojo swallows nervously. It was embarrassing, the Strongest, nervous because of a simple girl.

He doesn’t move, doesn't heed your words, so, you pull him in and crash your dry lips against his soft ones, pulling a surprised moan out of his throat while he falls on you, trapping you in with his arms. You take that in stride, because you smile against his lips.

He pulls away forcefully, pushing you down.

“Wait, wait!” You groan, getting dizzy from his frantic panicking.

"Are you sure you want to? I mean, you're drunk, and -mmpf!" You cut him off by covering his mouth, eyes lidded low in lust as your hand travels under his pants and he yelps, activating Infinity and jumping off the bed. You narrow your eyes. Gojo fixes his messy hair.

"Answer me, give me your consent!" He begs, blue eyes almost glowing in the dimly lit room.

“I want to fuck you, Gojo Satoru." You place an emphasis on his name. “Turn off Infinity and let me ride you." You get up and prowl towards him with a predatory gaze.

The Strongest trembles in fear and anticipation for the first time ever. You want to fuck him? He's waited years for this moment to happen. Just ... differently. Like a date, or something.

“Satoru," You whisper, hand reaching for him, and he almost cums in his pants, his name on your lips should be the only word that you pronounce, "deactivate it, please." You beg, lips contorted into a pleading pout.

"Sit." He orders, turning his shield off. Gojo's voice is so commanding, you debate disobeying him or not. However, instead of being stubborn like usual, you obey and unbutton your top in advance, and Gojo fees like he ascended to Heaven as you take off your bra and reveal your perky tits, keeping his composure, he stands infront of you, unzipping his pants.

His cerulean eyes shine as they look down on you, “Open your legs.”

~~~~~

That was hours ago. Maybe two, maybe four. You can't remember. However, Satoru, you couldn't forget. His perfect cock drilled into you for hours on end, which sealed your fate for tomorrow; you shall not walk for a week, at least.

Rough fingers dig in the sides of your hips, “Are you spa-spacing out... hah, on me girl? That won't do." Satoru promises while a hand reaches for your clit, puffy and red from abuse, aka, pinching and his neatly groomed white hair grinding on the sensitive nub.

"Ngh-o! I’m soh-sorry!" You weakly swat his hands away, kicking your legs and mewling when his tips smacks on tor your g-spot, eyes crossing.

His answering laugh is cruel, lips puckering to kiss away at your tears of overstimulation.

“Don’t be, baby, I’m-ah! Having so much fun with you.” His hot breath fanning your hot cheeks.

“Please!” You beg, nails digging into his hard shoulders, why was he so stupidly strong?! “Stop it, Gojo!” You can feel tears flowing down your cheeks once more, which Satoru wipes away with a little smile.

He thinks he’s never gone at it for so long. Six whole hours, and he thinks his dick is about to fall off. But he’s still going. He has to make up for lost time. He’s aiming to make you cum as much as he can until one of you passes out. Preferably you. Because he wants to take care of you.

However, at your cries of “stop” and “no more”, he doesn’t answer. He knows if you truly wanted it to stop, you could either easily push him off, or use the safe word. He’s reminded you multiple times of it, for fear that you forgot, but it’s obvious you don’t want it.

Satoru can feel his voice breaking as he coos little praises to you, how good you are for him, and how long he’s waited for this. Yet he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t want to. Hell, he’s got reverse cursed technique. He can go for days on end.

That said, he is careful as he thrusts into you, tip bullying your g-spot over and over again. Satoru loves the way your cunt flutters around him, the way it squeezes when he grinds his hips deep into you, and most importantly, he loves you.

Satoru can’t help but dig his fingers harder into the fat of your hips, mumbling your name under his breath. He’s cum once before you, and you suffered the consequences. This would not be the first time.

“Satoru!” Your mouth falls open as you cum for the… which one was this, again? Fuck, you lost count at the fifth one.

“Fuck, fuck, sweetie, please…” He begs for nothing, can’t stop, couldn’t stop if he wanted to.

As he presses his hips flush to yours for a final time, you scream, “Purple!” And his eyes shoot open, shit, what did he do?

He stops, denying his own orgasm for you. “Did I do something wrong?” He pulls out, making the both of you wince.

“Don’t, don’t cum inside.” You felt guilty, but you didn’t have plan B and he didn’t wear a condom. While you trusted Satoru to not have some sexual disease, you didn’t trust his cum.

“Fuck, I thought I hurt you. Okay, I won’t. I’ll buy you plan B tomorrow, ‘Kay? Just incase.” He pauses, hand around the thick appendage that was just inside of you, somehow. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shake your head, although you felt very sore. “I’m fine, let me help you.” You swat away his hand and jerk him off with quick movements.

Satoru chokes on his spit, the quick movements too sudden as he grabs your wrist to stop you, the most pathetic whine dragging out his throat.

“N-not too fast.” He requests, nestling his head in your neck and tickling the underside of your jaw.

“No mercy. You didn’t give me any.” You push him down, spitting on his tip to ease your jerking.

“Wait, stttopp–“ His hips stutter, stuck between chasing the pleasure and shying away from you, his hands reaching for you.

“Don’t touch me, and I’ll have a bit of mercy on you.” Satoru groans, hands gripping the sheets instead.

“Good.” You continue, covering his tip with your other hand’s palm, the motions making him quiver.

“W-where did you- oh!” The white haired man’s cock spurts out a rope of cum, hips jerking up.

“Seriously?” You ask, groaning. “Guess I’ll clean you up. As always, hm?” You hum, tongue peeking out to lick him up.

“N-no! Oh my god!” His back arches at the stimulation, hands grabbing your hair to yank you off. He realises his mistake too late, eyes widening slowly.

“Well, I suppose you know your wrongdoing?” He nods shakily.

“No mercy.” You giggle sinisterly, straddling his lap.

~~~~~~

Satoru flops backwards, you in tow. You both breathe heavily, spent by the last hour(s?) of pure debauchery.

“Hah, I’m never underestimating you ever again.” Satoru huffs, arms wrapped around you like a protective barrier against outside threats.

“You used to underestimate me?” You repeat, bewildered.

“Uhhhh…” He whistles, looking away innocently.

“That’s it, we’re going again.”

“NOO!”

[dsireland86]

Hiiiii! I’m such a Matt girly and I was wondering if you could write something where you travel to see Matt while he’s on tour for your birthday and he spends the day with you. He takes you to get a festive holiday Starbucks drink then surprises you by taking you to Barnes and noble and lets you do the 5 minute birthday challenge and then laughs at you bc your’e trying to carry too many books. I just need some fluff. I’m in a fluffy mood tonight for some reason. Thanks 🖤🖤🖤

Fluffy Matty! I really love this 😊He would spoil the hell out of his girl on her birthday!

For Her Birthday

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"Matt!" Noah yelled. "I heard you!"

Irritated, he made his way towards the front of the bus, not in the mood for stupid games today. It was his girl's birthday tomorrow and he was pissed he wasn't able to be with her. Instead, he was locked up in a metal tin can with four other dudes, feeling like a piece of crap for not being able to be with her for the most special day of her life. Even though he called her this morning and she told him that it was really okay and he could just make it up to her when he got home, it didn't make him feel any better. Being home was three more weeks away.

"What?" he said, tossing his hands up.

Grinning like an idiot, Noah moved to the side to relieve his surprise. Matt's girlfriend of two years stood behind him with the biggest grin on her face.

"Holy shit, what are you doing here?" he said, cracking a smile. The question was more of a statement than an actual question. Matt was playing it cool, but inside he was an excited mess.

She draped her arms over his shoulders, kissing him softly. Matt opened his arms, embracing her as she fell into them and tangled herself around him. He buried his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling the smell of her body spray mixed with her natural odor while sighing deeply.

"I missed you, too much. I needed to see you, to hold you just like this."

Matt's heart skipped a beat and he smiled.

"I missed you, too, baby. More than you know."

She pulled back, looking at him before caressing the side of his face. The light Matt saw in her eyes had his heart beating a little faster, filling him with nothing but adoration for her. That night, they laid together in his bunk. Her head was on his chest and her hands were tucked in around him as he gently stroked her hair. Life felt perfectly perfect and Matt felt like the luckiest guy on the earth.

The bunk was cold when she woke up without Matt next to her. But even though she was alone, the scent of him on his pillow and on the blankets around her was all she needed to know he was close. And that was all she needed to feel at the moment; close to him as possible.

"It's too cold, Matty!" "You're always cold," he laughed, wrapping his arms around her. "Here, put this on," handing her his blue Slipknot hoodie which she put on immediately. "Better?" "Better," she smiled.

Taking her hand, they walked hand in hand, close together, taking in all the holiday decorations and festivities going on around them. Matt hated the holidays, but since being in a relationship with someone who had a birthday two weeks before Christmas, it gave him a reason to somewhat enjoy it. She loved Christmas, which was to be expected. Watching her face light up and seeing the way she got excited when looking at decorations or anything Christmas related was the best part about the chaotic season. It made her happy and seeing her happy made Matt happy.

"So, I have a few things planned, some surprises." "Really?" "Yeah, really. It's your freaking birthday, of course I have something planned." "Oh, Matt, always the planner." He stopped turning to look at her. "Would you rather I plan nothing and we just wing it?" She shrugged as the corners of her mouth turned up. "I'm fine with winging it." Matt frowned. "But, I'm good with planning, too. I'm fine with any and everything as long as it includes you." She pressed her body against Matt, raising her face to kiss him. He met her halfway, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. He managed to slip his tongue inside her mouth, licking her slightly enough for her to feel it deep in her core. "Happy birthday, baby." "Thank you," she said graciously against his lips. "I love you," he said when they parted. "I love you, more," she replied.

Starbucks always smelled heavenly, but today it smelled extra heavenly and it was all because of the man standing beside her with his arm around her waist. They were standing in line, waiting to order, eyes wandering everywhere. "Hot or cold?" Matt asked. "Mmm.... lukewarm?" Matt snickered. "I don't think that's an option, babe." "Fine," she said, sticking out her lip. "What are you getting?" "Cold." "Me too, then, but gingerbread flavor." "You sure?" Matt cocked an eyebrow as they took a step up to the register. "You mean you won't turn into a snowman that I'll have to defrost later?" Her lips pressed together, suppressing a laugh. "Oh, you can definitely defrost me later," she teased him, running her finger down his chest, noticing the slight red hue gracing his cheeks.

Realizing what he'd just said, Matt chuckled, adjusting his hat. "Okay, I deserved that."

She looped her arm through his, hugging it tightly as he ordered for the two of them. Minutes later, they were walking out of the coffee shop with two frozen Frappuccinos, one gingerbread and the other Java Chip. By the time they were finished, Matt was laughing, making fun of the way she was shivering so much.

"I hate you," playfully smacking him in the chest. "I love you, you beautiful woman," he said, kissing her forehead. "Thank you bringing me to my favorite coffee place." "You're welcome, but that's just one surprise." "There's more?" Her eyes grew wide. "Duh." She rolled her eyes at his sarcasm. "You're impossible." "Yeah, but you love me." "If you say so." "Hey!"

Matt tickled her sides, making her laugh and squeal.

Barnes and Nobles was busier than usual due to the holidays. Matt got knocked into a few times, making him bite the insides of cheeks to keep from yelling at the stupid heads and call them names. But looking at her, sorting through the massive amount of books in the fantasy section brought him a certain type of peace that helped calm him. She seemed to be in her own little world, completely oblivious to everything around her.

"Books are awesome, don't get me wrong," Matt said, shifting the stack in his arms. "But, babe, you already have two bookshelves full." "And, your point?" giving him a questioning look. "No point," he grinned. "Just an observation." "Yeah, that's what I thought," she jeered, poking his side, causing him to jerk and almost drop all of the books. "Payback." "You're going to regret that," Matt stated, fixing the books "Oh, I'm counting on it." Her words sent shivers down his spine, knowing very well what they meant.

A little while later at check-out, Matt piled all ten of her books on the counter, shaking his head. "Don't judge me, Dierkes. If you by one more piece of sound equipment, I'm gonna," "Okay, okay, fair enough," he laughed. After paying, Matt hooked his hand around hers, leading her back out into the winter cold.

The ducks ate the bread from her fingers, snatching each piece quickly before the other one could take it. She was laughing so hard, talking to them as if they were her kids and giving Matt a tiny glimpse into what their future together could look like. He loved her with every breath in him and he knew she loved him just the same, but was it enough?

"Okay, birthday challenge, let's go."

Matt stood up quickly, scaring the ducks away. They waddled off, quacking profusely as if cussing him out.

"What is the birthday challenge?" She took Matt's hand as he pulled her up from the ground. "The five minute birthday challenge. It's exactly how it sounds." Matt retrieved a balloon from his pocket and blew it up. "Okay, sure," she shrugged. "Alright, first challenge; keep the balloon up and don't let it hit the ground," he told her. "For how long," taking the blue balloon. "Until I say stop." "Oh, no," she groaned. "Oh, yes," Matt chuckled, pulling up the timer on his phone, "starting... now."

She tossed the balloon up, doing her best to keep it up despite the soft breeze's attempt to make her fail. Matt rooted for her, but now without picking on her first. After not even a full minute, the balloon hit the ground. But the challenge kept going. Matt had her trying to balance as many of her new books on her head as she could without them falling, singing "Happy Birthday" backwards, spelling his and hers full name backwards, and one more.

"How much time do I have left," she asked, breathless from too much laughing. "Umm..." Matt paused, looking at the timer. "Ten seconds." "Yeah I can't do anything at that time." "Yes you can. There's one more challenge, but it's an easy one." "Alright, Dierkes, what is it?" "Well, it requires us getting super close," he stated, pulling her closer to him by the front of his hoodie she was still buried in. "Mmm, I like being super close with you," she grinned. "There's one more gift buried deep inside my pocket. If you can get it out in ten seconds, it's yours." "And if I don't," peering up at him. "Well, your loss. Sucks for you." She gasped, pretending to be offended. Matt hit the timer button. Shoving her hand into the pocket of his jeans, she twisted and turned her hand, trying her best to get to the bottom." "Oh, god, I love it when you man handle me like this baby," Matt joked as she pulled on his pocket to go deeper. "That's it baby, go deeper, oh god, yeah, you're almost there, baby, don't stop." "Oh my gosh! Shut up you perv," she cried with a huge smile, laughing.

Finally her hand  hit the bottom of the pocket, hitting the item she was seeking. "Time's up," Matt announced, looking down at her in a very serious way. He knew she had found what it was she'd been searching for just from the way she wouldn't look at him. "Well, are you gonna pull out, baby?" She laughed, covering her face by leaning her forehead against his chest. Slowly, she retrieved her hand from out of Matt's pocket, holding onto the item tightly. "Hey, look at me." Matt slipped a finger under her chin, raising her face so that he could look her in the eyes. There were tears in the corners of them, yet they glistened and sparkled with so much love. He smiled genuinely at her, receiving it in return.

"I love you." "I know." "I have for a really long time." "I know that, too." "I don't want anyone." "Neither do I." Matt grinned "Then open your hand." She did. Her hand went straight to her mouth. "Will you marry me?" She took a moment, but not too long. "Yes." "Wait. What? You Will?" Matt's mouth curled up into the biggest smile she'd ever seen him wear. "Yes! Of course I will," she laughed, wrapping her hands around his face and kissing him. Matt slid his hands around her neck, locking them both in a tender kiss that seemed to linger for a while. "I love you so freaking much, Matty," she whispered against his cheek. "I love you, too, Happy Birthday, pretty girl."

[always-coffee]

Strange times...

Finally deactivated my Twitter account this morning. It's weird. I met so many incredible people that way. I learned so much about writing and the writing business.

But it has become a nazi bar. And the terms of service change tomorrow (Nov. 15) and not for the better.

So, I'm here. I'm on Bluesky. Instagram. I have a TikTok I don't really use anymore, because I'm lazy. And my own website.

It's strange, though, to consider how much enrichment and joy it brought into my life, at one point. How much it mattered.

[paingoes]

Destroyer - Light Show

(Masterlist)

(Content: living weapon whumpee, implied minor character(s) death, sensory overload, magical exhaustion, fainting, hiding injury, dehumanization)

For a moment, sunlight streamed in through the window with a terrible clarity. The ship was pulling into the orbit of the red star’s nearest planet, catching violent rays. Gradually, the planet began to eclipse their view of the star, until the ship was once again immersed in black night. They were drawing closer to their destination. On the earth below, all was silent.

“Get up,” Paris hissed with urgency, shaking Delta awake. Delta’s eyes shot open. He recoiled, pulling himself back into the corner. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, his alarm grew.

“I’m sorry,” he said hurriedly, thinking he had overslept. It was impossible to tell in space. But Paris shook his head, reaching for his arm.

“C’mon. I have a job for you,” Paris tugged him out of the bed. 

“I’m not dressed,” Delta protested. Paris paused a moment, looking him up and down. He wasn’t in fatigues, obviously, but he was decent.

“Just put your shoes on. We don’t have time.” Paris pushed the door open. Delta slipped his sneakers on, jogging after him. Paris caught his wrist, dragging him along to the loading bay. He shoved him into a small craft without ceremony or explanation. A pilot was already inside. She waved at him politely, which Delta returned.

Moments later, they were joined by Simon, Dr.Martino, and an admiral that Delta didn’t recognize. Paris and Dr.Martino were in the middle of an argument.

“Just wait until morning, you don’t need surprise with this. They don’t know what we have. That *is* the surprise,” Dr.Martino complained. 

“Shut up,” Paris held up a hand to him, “I want everyone to see it. The Scythians are pulling out tomorrow morning because they think we’ve got it covered. I want them to be here when we launch. God, they’ll be able to feel it from where they are. Let’s go,” He patted the pilot on the shoulder, slamming the door shut behind him.

“You didn’t even give us time to warmup,” The doctor complained, “Didn’t even have breakfast.”

“Cry me a fucking river,” Paris said, barely audible over the sound of the rotors starting up, “Delta’s the one doing all the work, I don’t hear him complaining.”

Delta was staring blankly ahead, still half-asleep, only perking up when he heard his name mentioned. Simon had slid into the seat next to him, looking only slightly less disheveled. Delta looked to him for help, but didn’t have the gall to speak without permission in front of so many people. Simon held up a finger, signing Wait.

The ship blasted off into the night. Below, there were lights from the military camps, but no signs of active combat. They’d settled down for the night, so it seemed. The bright orange and red against the dark ground made it look not so different from outer space. Delta found it oddly peaceful.

“Further East,” Paris pointed out, “And higher up, we’re still in visible range.”

The pilot nodded, pulling up above the cloud cover. Paris sat back in the chair, like someone who was trying to relax but didn’t know how.

“Hover here.” He said to the pilot. The craft stopped abruptly, jostling all of them. There were only clouds below. 

Paris twisted around to look at Simon and Delta. “We’re directly above the mech site. Most of their land fighters are here and the engineers have an encampment about a mile wide around the complex. I need you to level it.”

Simon nodded, “Any preference for how?”

“Whatever’s the most dramatic,” Paris said.

Simon considered this for a moment, “Permission to unleash?” 

“Granted.”

Simon fidgeted with a small device in his wrist, as did Dr.Martino. Delta flinched as the collar around his neck suddenly deactivated, electrocuting him and everyone else in the ship. 

It was like he was everywhere at once. Delta could felt the contour of the entire planet, the depth and order of each form. It was a kind of euphoria and a kind of sickness. He was vibrating, vision switching from black to white and back again as the blood coursed through him. His skin glowed and a deep blue light emitted from his eyes.

Simon snapped his fingers in front of his face, urging him to recenter. It didn’t matter much. Delta couldn’t see with his eyes then. The sixth sense overloaded him, made him fully dependent on it. He tried to focus back in on Simon’s voice.

“Do you know where the site is? Do you need visuals?” Simon asked.

Delta confirmed the target. It was a couple miles below them. Even without seeing it, Delta was faintly impressed, almost sad to destroy it. It reminded him of a launch site. There was a giant mecha inside of the hanger and two more just lounging outside of it. Their features were ursine and bulky. Around them, much, much smaller forms moved. The soldiers and engineers running around camp. Delta could feel the expanse of it, a little over a mile in diameter.

“Lock on. Await further instructions,” Simon ordered him, all business now. He addressed Paris, “We could go for an energy strike. It’d be the most dramatic, probably the highest risk of complications though.”

“Do it,” Paris said. 

“Permission to launch?”

“Launch,” Paris affirmed.

Simon turned to Delta, whispering the code into his ear. In an instant, the clouds below them were lit up as if in a storm. The bright blue glow held for four, five seconds before fading out. A sharp sound, almost like a church organ, pierced the air. The wind carried the sound off into the night.

Delta signaled Target Destroyed.

The collar clicked back on. The sudden collapse of his senses sent Delta lurching forward, passing out neatly. Simon caught him, leaning him back against the seat. A slow stream of blood trickled out of his nose. Martino reached over, feeling his pulse at the neck.

“I want to see it,” Paris said.

The ship pushed off into motion again, slowly dipping beneath the clouds. 

“That might be an issue, Your Highness,” the pilot said softly, as pillars of smoke clouded the windshield. She kept advancing until they were out of the carnage. As she turned back to the mothership, she encircled what was left of the sight, allowing all of them to witness the destruction. A large crater was carved into the middle of the clearing. The vapor coming out of it was too thick to see through. There were no human bodies visual, no machinery. Everything had been wiped clean.

Paris let out a low whistle.

“You think everyone saw it?” He asked the admiral.

“It would be hard to miss,” He responded.

“Yeah. Bet the cameras caught it, too. I had one trained on it, hope we were at effective range. Oh well,” He kicked his legs up on the dashboard, “Let’s go back.”

When Delta regained his consciousness, he was in the same craft, now idle in the bay. Paris was pressing a handkerchief against his nose to stop the blood flow, his other hand gripped at his chin.

“See, if I’d let you get dressed, you would’ve gotten blood on your uniform,” he chided gently, “Hold it.”

Delta took the handkerchief from him. He could feel the blood had mostly stopped, but his shirt was now soaked with it. Dr.Martino was in the seat next to them, unfazed at the sight of Delta’s blood everywhere. It had stopped being shocking years ago. No one else was in the ship.

“You did good, but you need to get up now. Victory lap. Don’t pass out again and don’t look hurt,” Paris warned him. Delta looked at him foggily, prompting Paris to smack him on the side of the head.

“That’s what I mean. Look alive.”

“Sorry, sir. I will,” He was still out of it, but with his hair hanging in his face, it was less obvious. He didn’t look any more tired than he usually did, which was something. Paris wrapped his jacket around Delta to cover up the blood on his shirt. It was several sizes too big and too warm to be comfortable. Seeming to sense this, Dr.Martino reached a hand out to his foreheads, clicking his tongue. 

Paris pushed the door open, rolling out skillfully. He offered a hand out to help Delta down, but was totally unable to resist yanking him the rest of the way. He caught him before he could fall completely. The doctor hopped out next, shutting the door behind him. He looked ill at ease. Even from the hanger, they could hear the sound of frenzied chatter. It sounded like the whole ship was up in arms. 

Not letting go of Delta’s wrist, Paris marched out of the hanger, back into the common area of the ship. All at once, the chatter ceased, replaced with an eerie silence. Delta didn’t look up, feeling the hundreds of eyes on him. All the blood was rushing from his head. Paris moved him forward, not acknowledging anything was amiss. The fearful silence followed wherever they went. As they passed, it was replaced with hushed whispers. 

Paris led Delta into his room, slamming the door behind him. He leaned against the door, laughing quietly. Delta collapsed into a kneel, no longer able to remain standing. His vision was fading again. Paris didn’t seem to notice, immediately moving to his laptop, which was sounding off in a cacophony of notifications. 

“Stay,” he ordered sharply, darting out the door. Delta fainted the second it closed.

[orange-demons-deactivated2024]

Congrats on getting into your dream school and the new doggo! I know you're gonna be really busy with irl stuff and incoming asks, but if you have time, can I have an alternate scenario where MC somehow saved Bosch from the explosion during the end of World Tour? A fic or hcs is fine either way!

thank youu! and yeah you can save bosch, but it'll cost you tw drugs art work was done by @komewatari on twitter

You finally saw your chance when Bosch overextended his punch. Taking this as an opportunity, you slipped behind him and knocked him to the ground, locking your arms around his neck in a rear naked choke hold.

Half of the job was already done, but it's still going to be an uphill battle from here. And the box on his head acted as the perfect cover.

If you're fast enough, no one would notice anything; you just had to be careful of the drones circling in the sky.

When you first heard about the bomb located in the Championship belt, of course, you wanted to deactivate it. But you didn't expect JP to catch you in the act and put a halt to your plans.

Even if you win the Suval'hal Tournament, would Bosch even accept the fact that you ripped this opportunity from him? Or would he fight you every step of the way? He wanted to die with honor and take out JP himself. No way he would just let you interfere.

But you didn't have the luxury to sit around and wait for an answer, so you decided to take matters into your own hands.

You grit your teeth, refusing to relent even as Bosch struggled against your hold. Time was running out, and you couldn't afford to let him carry out his plan.

Your fingers brushed against Bosch's lips as you attempted to deliver the powder hidden in your sleeve. You had to hurry, that purple glow burning in Bosch's body was dangerous and unpredictable.

So in a last-ditch effort, you tightened your grip and forced the white powder in his mouth.

"Rohypnol..."

"...It's a potent sedative, a tool of dreams. It clouds the mind, dulls the senses, and plunges one into a state of unconsciousness. But beware, for its effects are not confined solely to put one under." A.K.I leaned closer to the phone, with a tantalizing whisper.

"But, is it safe?" You asked, staring out the open window of your hostel.

A.K.I. chuckled darkly, sending shivers down your spine "Safe? Well, that depends on your definition, now does it? Slurred speech, impaired judgment, loss of coordination, and that's just the beginning. But if you take too much... well, let's just say you might wake up with more than just a headache."

"Brutal stuff." You said, watching the kids outside play in the market.

"Don't you worry, dear. I'll make sure you get just the right dose to suit your needs. And I'll have it delivered to you by tomorrow morning. But remember, everything comes with a price.~"

Your heart pounded in fear as you waited for the effects to kick in. Bosch's eyes widened once he realized what you've done and tried to spit out the substance, but you clamped your hand over his mouth, forcing him to swallow it.

He convulsed violently, hands clawing at your face, trying to break free from your hold. And you winced once his nails dug deep into your skin.

But despite the pain, you knew you had to see this through to the end.

You held on even when Bosch began to sag in your arms, his movements growing sluggish as the drug took hold of him.

And when you felt his body going limp, you finally felt a sense of relief wash over you.

You knew you had made the right choice, no matter how hard it was.

"Fighter, you need to let go." the referee said, motioning for you to release your grip. "Your opponent has passed out. The fight is over."

But you didn't. Even though Bosch was unconscious, his plan still loomed over you like a rainy overcast. You couldn't afford to let him wake up.

"I can't." You replied, screwing your eyes shut. "Not until he's completely incapacitated."

"I'm warning you," He sternly said. "Let go now, or I'll have to disqualify you."

Reluctantly, you loosened your grip, allowing Bosch's unconscious body to slump down. You watched as the medical staff rushed to his side to assess him.

Once they saw he was still breathing, they hauled him away on a stretcher to the medical ward.

"You should go too. Get those wounds fixed up before the announcement."

You touched your face, feeling the blood trickling down.

You hardly noticed it when Bosch clawed at you because your adrenaline refused to let go of him.

The referee pulled you to your feet to help guide you out of the arena. And all you could hear is the crowd's cheers slowly disappearing as you descend deeper into the tunnel.

"You're lucky these scratches aren't deeper." Nurse Hema said, breaking you out of your thoughts. "Could have done some real damage if he hit your eye."

You nodded, eyes watching Bosch from the other side of the room. "Yeah, lucky." you mumbled.

"You're quite the fighter, you know.Not many people can withstand these injuries during a match, let alone pull off a move like that."

Forcing a small smile, you gave her your thanks but there wasn't much pride in your voice. You didn't fight to win a title or prove your strength. You only did it to save Bosch from himself and to prevent a tragedy from happening.

"Is he going to be okay?" You asked, pointing at Bosch's unconscious body.

Hema followed your finger and sighed. "He'll be out for a while. But yes, he'll recover."

Once she finished cleaning your face, she stepped back to look you over again. "There you go, you're all patched up. Just try to take it easy for the next couple of days, Okay?"

"Thank you, I appreciate it." you said, returning to Bosch.

She gave you one last nod before returning to her other patients.

The room was mostly quiet, other than hearing beeping monitors and the light whispers from people in the ward.

Your heart ached as you stared at him, guilt burrowing in your chest.

You reached out and brushed the loose strands of Bosch's hair away from his face. But you stopped once you saw your fingers shaking.

Letting out a deep breath you said, "I'm so sorry, Bosch, I didn't have a choice."

You glanced around the room, making sure no one was listening in. They stabilized him, but they didn't know when he would wake up.

But you knew that when he did, he would never forgive you for what you've done.

"You always wanted to get strong so fast and I never understood why you pushed yourself so hard." You continued, slowly intertwining your hand with his.

You felt the burn of tears welling up in your eyes, "But when Kalima told me your plan, I just knew I had to stop you. I couldn't let you kill yourself. Especially since you have so much people who care about you."

Bosch had always been so driven and it was one of the things you loved about him.

Even if it drove a wedge between you two.

"I know you think I'm naive," You said. "That I don't have any real motivation. And maybe you're right. But I do know this…I can't lose you. You mean everything to me and I wish you could've opened up to me more. I didn't know how much you were hurting."

You tightened your grip on his hand and leaned closer to him. "I love you, Bosch. Even if you don't feel the same way anymore, even if you hate me for what I did. I just couldn't let you die."

You closed your eyes, resting your forehead against your intertwined hands. "What JP is doing is wrong and he needs to be stopped. But not like this. There has to be another way. And we can find it together if you'll let me help you."

The door creaked open, and two officers stepped in. They scanned the room until their eyes landed on you.

"Y/N?" One of them asked. "We need to speak with you about what happened during your last fight.”

This is it, You thought.

"We have live footage of you administering an illegal substance to your opponent, and we need you to come back with us for further investigation." the officer continued.

"I understand." you said untangling yourself from Bosch.

You stood up to take your leave. But before you went, you gave him one last look and leaned down to press a soft kiss on his forehead. "Please wake up soon. We still have so much more to talk about."

[whoreforsplatasha]

Jealousy (Jinx x Female r)

Part 1

series contains- *smut, violence, obscene language*

"UGH" I screamed as I began throwing books off my shelf. "SHE NEVER LETS ME DO ANY JOB, I HAVE WHAT IT TAKES" I glared at the mirror before shattering it with my gun.

maybe, just maybe if i show her that i do have what it takes, i'll finally get to go on my first serious mission..but how?

I thought as I angrily opened my door and sped off towards my mother's office. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE WERE 26 ENFORCERS KILLED??!" my mothers sharp tone said to a man I couldn't recognize. "They were all blown up by some type of explosive bomb last night ma'am, we found this at the scene" the tall brunette man placed a colorful grenade with neon drawings on my mother's desk. She held the bomb and examined it closely as I strained to see from the side of the large metallic door. "Jinx" she cursed under her breath.

i've heard that name many times before but never once have i seen her

After fiddling around with the deactivated grenade a bit more my mother huffed and ordered, "Send an army of enforcers down there by tomorrow morning, it's time we teach old Silco how to control this lunatic daughter of his." she smirked at the tall man and he gave her a nod of understanding and left. I quickly ran to to the other side of the room not wanting to be caught, after the man walked past me I headed towards my room with the conversation playing back in my head. "That's it! That's how I prove to my mother that I'm finally ready, I just have to kill Silco and his precious little daughter...Jinx."

I notified my mother about my trip fabricating tiny bits of it. What? This does count as soul searching. The undercity was interesting to say the least; there was green smoke everywhere and people consuming a weird purple liquid like substance.

that must be shimmer

My mother had warned me about the effects of shimmer and what it could do to a person after consumption. I never understood why people bear that risk. The scenes only got worse as I scanned my surroundings for any sign of Jinx or Silco's whereabouts. I saw someone get tossed across the streets for not delivering their money on time, I rolled my eyes and stepped over them continuing my search for Silco's hideout.

All of a sudden I heard running and murmurs coming from both sides of the streets, in a blink of an eye what once was a busy street with people stealing, drinking and fighting was now a ghost town. "Haven't seen you around here before" a strange voice said. I puffed my chest out and slowly turned around to reveal a tall pale girl with incredibly long blue hair combed into two floor length braids and shiny blue eyes. "I suppose not" I replied in my y/a accent. I watched her scan me from top to bottom before getting uncomfortably close to me, and whispering in my ear "Topsider ay?" before I had a chance to react she flipped me over and pinned me to the floor with her handgun aimed at my head. She psychotically laughed then furrowed her eyebrows looking at me like I was slop.

shit i was screwed

[dreamycloud]

WIP Wednesday

I’m trying to get one more Lokius fic written before I have to hit the pause button again to work on other projects, and this one involves Thor and Love… which is a challenge since I wasn’t a fan of Love and Thunder. But I DO love them, and the idea of Mobius and Loki meeting Love kind of sets my brain on fire. So here we go!

So another Saturday crept up on Thor, and he expected it to go the way he predicted. Rain tapped on the windows in his bedroom. He buried his face in his pillow and listened for the sound of the alarms deactivating. Instead, his door creaked open and little feet padded on the floorboards. His bed dipped when Love climbed up and burrowed under the covers.

“Why don’t you smell like puddles and giggles?” Thor rasped, summoning up a smile that came oddly easier this morning.

Love didn’t reply. She pulled the sheets off Thor, exposing his bare back, and traced the tattoos running from the back of his neck down his spine. Tattoos for remembrance. The sad times. “Don’t you feel different?” she asked, focused on the ink. Her tongue poked out of her mouth as she traced REST IN MISCHIEF.

Thor’s brow crinkled. He did feel different. But the day began different, didn’t it? “You always jump in puddles, Love. You’re throwing me off.”

“Because today isn’t for puddles,” she said with a gravity only young children and byproducts of the Endless can pull off. She followed the sharp lines of Loki’s horned helmet between his shoulder blades. “Something’s changed. I can feel it. Today isn’t the same as yesterday.”

Thor huffed. “That’s why they call it tomorrow.”

Love dove over his shoulder, splatting herself in the small space between him and the end of the bed. He circled her waist, keeping her from falling onto the floor. She giggled and then tugged on his beard. “You don’t understand. It feels like we’ve moved. Like overnight, someone picked up Midgard and moved it from one shelf to another shelf, and this shelf belongs to someone who cares.”

“Shelves?” Thor couldn’t follow her when she was like this. He didn’t understand the implications of a child resurrected by Eternity and suspected Love didn’t have a grasp on it either. They’d learn together—he hoped.

Love rolled her eyes. “We’re being watched over today, where we weren’t yesterday. Can’t you feel the difference?”

Thor sucked in his breath. Blew it out. He poked at the gaping hole in his chest and found, much to his surprise, that it felt smaller. “Are we in danger, Love?”

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie prompt: Roy has to fly out somewhere for a recruitment event. When Jamie takes him to the airport they say goodbye, both of them holding back tears. They are absolutely miserable without each other, especially when something happens that delays the event so Roy has to stay for a bit longer. Roy is an even more glowering and grouchy version of himself and even though he secures several new prospects for Richmond, he just can't bring himself to celebrate. He goes to his hotel room just wanting to call Jamie and go to bed, so imagine his surprise when he opens the door to find Jamie Tartt waiting for him wearing nothing but a pleased little smirk and love shining in his eyes?

🚨WOOP WHOOP THATS THE SOUND OF THE HORNY POLICE 🚨

(It’s okay anon we can be bunk mates in jail)

Roy fucking loved zoom calls. He could mute people, he could not talk, he could have Jamie in the room and no one would know.

Fucking in person recruiting. Fucking Josh who got the date wrong so he’s flying in tomorrow. What kind of name is Josh anyway.

He knows he was more of a grouch then usual, but in his defense he had to cancel his 9am flight back to Jamie.

London.

Home.

Jamie.

Whatever the fuck. It doesn’t matter now because Josh made him stick around for another three days.

Josh had better have a foot touched by god and all the fucking wisemen.

Roy slams his room key into the sensor. It blinks red.

Fucking seriously. He slams his way back into the elevator, fuck it might as well call Jamie.

It rings for a good few seconds before he picks up.

“Roy! How’d the extra first day go?”

Roy leans against the wall watching the number tick down. “Hell. I want to strangle Josh but I can’t because he won’t even be here until tomorrow.”

Roy hears their bed squeak, Jamie rolling around. “That fuckin sucks. I miss you.”

There’s a hint of something in Jamie’s voice. He can’t quite tell what. “Did you at least do anything fun today baby?”

Jamie laughs, Roy can picture him perfectly in their bed sheets tossed around, bare skin for miles. He wishes he wasn’t standing in the lobby of a hotel getting a new key.

“Nothing crazy. Bought some new sweats. Planned out a hike to take Phoebe on.”

“I love you.”

He hears Jamie sigh, “I love you too, miss you like crazy. I hate to cut this short but I think Marigold is caught on something I’ve gotta go love you!”

Roy opens his mouth return the sentiment but just hears the beep of the tone.

Christ this key better work.

He slams it into place again, green.

He opens the door and sets the bag down, weird he doesn’t remember leaving a lamp on. Probably house keeping.

He walks into the room.

Jamie.

Holy shit Jamie.

Jamie laughs, Roy must’ve said that last part out loud.

“Baby why are you here??”

Jamie gets up off the bed, Roy now notices Jamie is in fact not wearing any clothing. “Thought I’d surprise you, had Beard deactivate your room key so I’d have a bit of warning.”

“You little prick. How.

“Movie magic baby. But really I’ve got a lot of unused miles and couldn’t take another three days.”Jamie runs a hand across and down Roy’s chest, lightly toying with the waistline of the jeans.

Roy lunges forward, he shoves Jamie back onto the bed, flips him over.

“You aren’t leaving this bed tonight, or in the morning. You are going to fucking limp and look like you belong to me by the end.

Jamie let’s out a moan, “please god Roy touch me.” He reaches back and grabs a handful of hair lightly pulling to try and make Roy go faster.

Roy starts biting his was from neck to ass, he’s not going to miss a spot, they’ve got time.

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“Roy I can’t fucking stand is this how are we supposed to go sight seeing.”

“Baby you are the sights, keep complaining and I’ll spank you.”

“Ooh honey don’t threaten me with that.”

*the smack heard round the world*

[phenomenalgirl9]

Kim Seungmin x Reader: You'll be okay

Summary: Being with Seungmin was probably the best thing in your life. But, he's been spotted quite a few times now, and JYP has finally called you to "talk". What do you decide?

A/n: I love this guy!

W/c: 2.4k

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"Jisung! You have to promise me you won't tell him" you told Jisung who had tears in his eyes almost mirroring yours. "But- Seungmin, he-" He tried to speak but couldn't complete. "He'll be fine Jisung, he needs it, I need you to keep him at the dorm tonight" you shifted you gaze to the other who has been standing beside Jisung all this long, silent and his expressions like a stone. "Please Lee Know, do anything to keep him at the dorm and I'll clear out by tomorrow morning. I can't see him, or I won't be able to do this" you said. "Where will you go?” he asked in a soft voice, "I won't tell you that" you said smiling through your tears "I'll have to do this, I'll miss you guys. Don't tell anyone" you said. "What will you tell him?" Lee Know asked again, you could see the sadness in his eyes, hear it in his voice. "I'll figure it out" you said, "Bye" you said and rushed out, you can't bear to cry anymore, not in public at least. Lee Know and Jisung watched you leave. Jisung tried to run to the practice room but Lee Know stopped him. "Don't. You heard what she said, right? We can't afford face the consequences, we can't tell Seungmin"

"Are you sure you'll do this?" Your best friend Ema asked as she rushed around the apartment gathering the stuff you must need. "Yes Ema I'm sure, I can't let anything happen to him or his career. I have to do this" you tried your best not to cry. It was almost 4:00 pm the next time you were done, you two were up all night as you knew you will have to leave before it's 6pm as Han had told you that was the time they all got off today. You quickly booked a cab. "One last thing, you said and picked up a photo frame from the shelf. It was the one you took this year on your anniversary" you sighed as you and Ema started to pile your 2 suitcases into the cab and as you left you started to type out the message you had been preparing since the moment you left the JYPE building. It's around 5 pm now, he'll be done and would read it within an hour. He would probably get angry, rush home and try to call you, well, he wouldn't be able to. You just hoped he didn't feel too bad, well it's Seungmin and he's pretty immovable.

Dear Seungmin, I can't do this anymore, I'm so sorry things have turned out like this. Lately, I have been feeling strange, people and feelings have changed I guess, I think I fell out of love. So, I'm leaving, for good, I'll deactivate this number by the time you see this. I know you'll do great things in the future. All the best. This is Goodbye.

*Send*

You tapped the button and switched off your phone. "You've blocked all their numbers right?" You asked Ema who nodded looking sadky at you. "Are you okay? Y/n please stop holding back" she said and you broke down, earning side glances from the driver. "It hurts so bad Ema, I really love him and I have to do this for him" you sobbed as Ema held you, she refused to let you be alone. Hence, as you decided to move to Japan for a job she immediately decided to move with you, that was her home country anyway. "You really didn't have to come with me" you had told her, "Who said I'm going with you? I'm leaving Korea and going back home and you just happened to be leaving during the same time" she had replied, you however knew very well she had no plans of moving back until you had decided which was just 24 hours ago.

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"Seungmin are you going back to the apartment or the dorm?" Felix asked Seungmin. "Let's go back to the dorm and eat some chicken" Lee Know said grabbing his bag (he is nervous too okay). "No" Seungmin said snatching his bag back, Han had hoped, he hoped Seungmin would open his phone, not that it would make things better but well. "If I stay out like this my girlfriend will forget my face" he said laughing and brought out his phone. 'Oh fuck' Han thought, and he watched the day light get drained off him, his eyes were wide as he seemed to prabably read the message you left again. While the others were busy deciding what to have for dinner tears almost threatened to leave his eyes as he hurriedly called you. Once, twice, thrice the call isn't going through 'the number you are trying to call is unreachable, please try later'. "CHAN HYUNG! PLEASE DRIVE ME TO THE APARTMENT QUICK. YOU ALL TRY CALLING Y/N PLEASE AND EMA TOO" he said and ran as Chan rushed after him no questions asked. "Fast Hyung Fast" Seungmin said as they pulled up near the ally your and his apartment was, while the rest of the Straykids tried to reach you. Han and Lee Know were more desperate than the rest, to stop you, to ask you to 'just come back and we'll figure the rest out' but they could get through you, not even Ema whose phone was switched off. Jisung was fidgeting and Minho knew that he held his hand and shook his head a No, they can't help in anymore, it's too late.

Seungmin rushed to your floor and quickly punched in the passcode and entered and called you out "Y/N! I SWEAR IF THIS IS A JOKE IT ISN'T FUNNY!" he screamed your name and looked around. "Most of her things are gone" he said, his eyes fell on the bookself that was partially empty, along with the missing frame. "She took a frame" he said and Chan looked at his maknae with sadness filled eyes as he ruffled his hair. "She lied, there's something else going on" he said, "what do you mean? What is going on?" Chan finally asked and Seungmin showed him your last message. "But she took out picture, hyung Y/n never looks behind if she decides to leave something or well someone" he said. But what could he do? They had a comeback and he couldn't find a sign of you didn't even use your social media profiles anymore. Where will he find you?

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"Seungminie? Would you go to the dorm today? It's late" Lee Know asked the younger boy in a soft voice. "No" he answered in a small voice as he got his things. "Seungmin, it's been 2 months, why don't you just come back to the dorm. With us, you can't bring back the one who just left. If they-" Changbin was interrupted by Lee Know even before Seungmin tried to speak up. "Let him do it if that gives him comfort! We are nobody to judge here" Lee Know glared at Changbin, who scratched his head as Bangchan looked at Lee Know quizzically. Seungmin left the building to go back to the apartment he used to share with you. He'd get dinner from the nearby soup shop. He never skipped meals as he knew how much you used to hate when he did that. He always came home because what if you decided to come back. He feels so cold some nights without your body clung to him so he takes your blanket too. He won't lie, did cry a few nights too, and to Chan that evening. It's just that he misses you and he couldn't imagine living like this without you.

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"Y/n let's go out, you can't just go home to work and back home for all your life" Ema said. "Watch me" you said, not even looking up from the drama you were watching. "Y/n you haven't been to one place outside work its been 2 months" Ema said. "It hurts, that I'm so far away and I can't even use my phone without seeing him" you said "even the drama has his ost" you said and finally broke down and Ema hugged you. "Why don't you stop watching this?" She asked and you shook your head. "This is the least I can keep in touch with him, I can't bear to look at him. What I did was terrible but I had to. I couldn't let JYP take actions, I can't let people tarnish him or the group. This is for the better" you said.

It was difficult to ignore the existence of someone like Seungmin. But everytime you looked at his videos or pictures you felt an ache in your heart. You knew you hurt him and that thought alone killed you. Along with the additional fact that you can't have him in your life and you yourself put the last pin to the coffin.

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1 more month passed (3 months since the break)

"Do I have to go?" Seungmin asked and the staff nodded, this appearance was necessary for the group and he had to be there so he obliged. He looked into the mirror, fixing his smile, he has to do this for the stays.

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"No, come on. Lets go" Ema pulled you by your arm, she will make you leave your house today, take a stroll through a park then get drinks and dinner. You really felt bad for her, she's been beside you all these days as you wallowed in self-pity. She deserved to go out and if you have to do the same then so be it.

You felt the heat of the sun on your skin after ages. You had forgotten how beautiful Japan actually is. You both walked through the park when you noticed a lot of a cluster of people in one specific area. You didn't think much of it until you saw two very familiar figures staring at you in awe.

"Fuck" you muttered as Lee Know and Han came running to you. "You were here in Hokkaido?" Lee Know asked as he tightened the mask and cap. "What are you guys doing here?" You asked. "We're here for some schedule but it's not started yet so we're currently under cover" Han explained. "We'll leave, don't let anybody know" you said and were about to leave when you heard a voice say "know what" he said and you looked at him. "Chan?" You said in disbelief. "I thought I saw you, so what's going on?" he said. "Either you tell me or I'm calling Seungmin" he threatened and you shook your head and looked at Ema for help, but she was speechless. So you had to explain everything to him. "Pd nim told you all this? Seungmin will receive hate if the relationship gets leaked and you should leave? You couldn't come to me? I am responsible for Straykids and their people" he said almost hurt "and you two let her be stupid?! Why didn't you drag her to the practice studio?" He asked, Oh god, Chan was angry. "How could he even pressure you, I-" Chan was furious but you stopped him. "Chan no. It's fine, everything will be okay soon enough. Seungmin might see us. Ema?" You called "yes?" She spoke hesitantly "ye-yeah lets go" she added. You speed walked towards the exit and as you were leaving, you stood stunned, right there in front you stood Kim Seungmin, eyes wide open in shock. "Y/n" you name left his lips. He took a step towards you and "Fuck" you cursed under your breath and did the first thing that came to your mind. Yes, you ran at full speed back into the park, "Y/n?!" Ema called out at your stupidity, but you were too deep in your mind to listen to her. And Seungmin ran after you, still calling your name. People were watching the scene unfold, at least he was wearing a mask. "Y/n, stop talking to me!" He said, "No!" You called back, he picked up his pace and in no time caught you by the waist and pinned you against a tree. "You really had to chase me this hard" you said as you tried to catch your breath". "You really had to run away this hard?" He asked inreturn. "I- '' before you could complete, you felt two lips against yours. It's like your body remembers his touch and the way you react is engraved in your body. Your lips moved against his on their own. You pushed him and he pulled his mask back up. "Why are you doing this? Why are you lying to me!" He asked, that was when you noticed his eyes and the tears in them, threatening to fall. He cried? "Seungmin I-" you hesitated and suddenly you saw Ema come running and she started telling everything.

"How dare that geyser. Why didn't you come to me? Did you think you can just leave like that! Y/n! You thought you could get rid of me that easily?" He gladed at you "I will always find you" he said as he grabbed your arm and pulled you into himself, he initiated a hug. That was enough for you to break down "should I feel fluffy or creepted out" you said sobbing.

A very out of breath Straykids arrived all clapping. You looked around and pulled away and said "I'm sorry guys. I'm specially sorry to Han and Lee Know" you said as they explained that they knew and also told you the same thing they had said that day "it's wasn't your fault"

"Y/n, protecting you and our relationship is a part of my contract with JYP" Seungmin said. "I confirmed, pd nim had to pay off some reporter who got pictures of you two. But that is a part of his contract. And we stand together in this decision. You should have talked to us" Chan said, shaking his head as Seungmin pulled you into him "It's okay, you did what you thought was best. Please just don't take on everything on yourself." He said and placed his palms on your cheeks and said looking into your eyes "Your it for me. I won't let you go" as he kissed you sweetly, pouring all those words he couldn't say, into it.

"I will fix this, just trust me" he said atter parting and you nodded.

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