#promises whispered in ears about getting rid of the problem

[makeyoumine69]

Possessive hurt-comfort sex with Patrick, please? HEAR ME OUT!😥🤤🤤💖💖

Heal Me

Pairing: Patrick Bateman x fem!Reader; CW: SMUT, unprotected sex, fingering, soft dirty talky, hurt/comfort, angst, sensual foreplay and something more, hehe. Links: [MASTERLIST]; Song Rec: Lady Gaga—Heal Me; A/N: It's been a while since I've written any prompts, I'll try to catch up with them since I have a lot of requests to finish. I hope you like this one and thank you so much for sending it in, I love possessive Patty!

It wasn't uncommon for you to be overwhelmed by life's problems because living in a busy city like New York wasn't easy, especially if you weren't from a rich family. But even in the darkest of days, you never gave up, even though it was hard not to when everything around you was pressing down on you. You struggled until one day you met a man who changed your life and even though there was something strange about him, he became your salvation and in some twisted way you hoped to repay him. However, you never really knew what he really needed. He was a total mess, but maybe you were too? But did you ever think that you would find comfort in the arms of a man who probably broke a million hearts and ruined just as many lives?

You asked yourself this question every time you crossed the threshold of the luxury apartment on the 11th floor of the American Gardens Building. But the answer to that question always got lost in the spiral of emotions that overtook you the moment Patrick touched you. The same scenario, the same place, but the specter of sensation he made you feel was limitless, you got addicted to it—you got addicted to him.

The softness of the perfectly white sheets met your naked skin with a familiar feeling, the silky touch of his hands sliding down your body was heavenly, leaving you craving for more, burning with anticipation. This man, he knew everything about you, while you seemed to know nothing about him. It was confusing, perplexing, but intriguing. Patrick Bateman was an enigma, a puzzle you desperately wanted to unravel.

"What's on your mind?" Patrick suddenly murmured above your ear, noticing your thoughtfulness. "You seem to be somewhere else, but not here..."

You huffed and pressed your palm against his soft cheek. "Nothing... nothing serious," you replied, leaning up to kiss him, but he stopped you, holding you down with both hands. "Hey! It's really nothing...I just had a fight with my family."

"Your family?"

"Yeah," you gave him a serious look, considering how cheeky he was grinning. "Sometimes people have fights with their family members. Can you believe that?"

Still smiling, Patrick straightened up a bit to unbutton his blue shirt with the white collar. "Honestly... no," he said nonchalantly. "Such things are too mundane for me. But I'll tell you this," the man unbuckled his belt and then pulled down his Armani pants. "When you're with me... I don't want you to think about anything or anyone else. Do you understand?"

Without waiting for your answer, which wouldn't really change anything, Bateman moved closer to your face to peck at your temple, his hands working to get rid of your remaining clothes. Slightly embarrassed, you let him position himself between your legs, his warm lips locking with yours in a searing kiss that left you breathless. Patrick savored your every reaction, from your shaky gasps to the way you writhed beneath him. His possession over you was bordering on obsession and he could never get enough of you. If he had to fuck you senseless to make your mind go blank, he would do it—neither of you had any doubts.

"Patrick... I need you..." you murmured against his swollen lips. "I need you s-so much."

Wrapping his hand around your neck, he pulled you closer. "You won't think about it anymore," he whispered, trailing his hand down your stomach right under the lace of your panties, playing with it to tease you. "Promise?" Bateman's thumb pressed against your clit, making you whimper. "Talk to me, doll."

You wanted to answer, you really did, but this man was nothing more than a torturer, reveling in the power he had over you—your desperation was like water to a thirsty man.

"I...I promise," you finally managed to answer, shaking from the friction Bateman caused as he pulled on your underwear, letting it rub agonizingly against your swollen pussy. "You're the only one...I can think about...a-ah!"

You arched your back as his long fingers pushed inside you effortlessly, your slick juices making a wet, lewd noise every time Patrick moved his digits, stimulating you right where you needed it.

"Fuck, you sound so sweet like that," he curled his fingers, scissoring your soaking cunt with masterful precision. "Life is too short to waste it on unnecessary emotions," Patrick crooned, sliding his free hand along your soft breast, playing with its hard peak. "But this..." he grinned when he heard your high-pitched moan. "This is worth living for."

This man was blessed with the ability to sweet talk, you could bet on that. "You...you devil," your voice wavered from the pleasure his fingers were giving you, each thrust inside you and pull on your nipple bringing you closer to the brink of ecstasy. "God...I have so many problems..."

Suddenly, your eyes shimmered with unwanted tears—such an abrupt change in your mood forced him to stop. Slightly confused, Bateman looked at you from under the brown, messy curls. For a moment, the two of you just stared into each other's eyes, as if trying to imprint this moment into your memories. Things wouldn't be the same for you, not anymore.

"Listen to me," his velvety baritone broke the silence, his fingers remaining deep inside you while his other hand found yours to intertwine your fingers. "Right now you just need to focus on me...on us," Patrick cooed to you before kissing away a single tear that ran down your cheek. "Forget the problems, I will take care of them."

"You don't have to."

"Shhh, sweetheart," he leaned closer to you, letting your noses brush against each other. "Remember your promise, leave the other things to me." 

For once in your life, you decided to do what he asked and just follow your instincts and let them take over. 

The air around you was so hot, electric with sexual tension and desire. When Patrick withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty, you couldn't help but wail in frustration, but it was only an introduction to the real act. Flustered and utterly aroused, Bateman sat on his knees before taking you with him, making you circle your legs around his waist as he whispered sweet praises in your ear. It was only when you felt his hard cock slip between your pussy lips that you realized you were completely lost in the blaze of passion and the uncontrollable willingness to give him all of you. With a slow but determined move, Patrick sheathed himself inside of you, hugging you tighter as he stood on his knees and pounded into you in deep and calculated strokes.

"A-awww," you mewled, clinging to his broad shoulders and hiding your face in the crook of his neck—the mixture of his expensive cologne and his natural scent making you nearly explode with overwhelming emotions. "Feels s-so good...you make me feel so good," you couldn't help but nip at his neck, leaving a red mark and causing him to fuck you harder. "Deeper...mmhm-please!"

Bateman made a guttural sound in response. "You think you can handle it?" You nodded your head so eagerly that you could see stars in front of your eyes. "God, you are such an insatiable little slut."

Without further ado, he changed your position so that you were now standing on your knees facing the white wall above his bed, where a statue stood in the ledge. That thing probably cost a fortune, it would be such a shame if it got broken in the middle of your ravenous lust, but Patrick seemed indifferent to that as he moved it a bit to the side and placed your hands on the edge of the ledge so you had something to grab onto.

"Hold on tight, baby." He sneered devilishly as he snuggled up to you from behind, showering your neck with little kisses. "No safe words since you asked for it."

Your breath hitched at the tight grip on your throat, the thrill of danger mixing with excitement in a wicked cocktail of pure madness. Being so strong, Bateman was able to wreck you like a doll, drawing you onto his thick cock with ease, forcing you to arch your back even more so that its tip could reach your most sensitive spot. You felt so helpless and small in his hands, the way his firm hips slammed into yours, practically fucking you into the wall, left you no choice but to surrender to this raw pleasure.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

[queenshelby]

The Peaky Role (Part Seven)

Pairing: Cillian Murphy x Reader

Warning: Age Gap, Best Friend's Dad, Some Smu

YOUR POV

The following morning, you went to see your best friend Nina at a cozy café that sat on the corner of a bustling street in the middle of Dublin.

The sunlight was filtering through the wide windows, illuminating the eclectic mix of mismatched chairs and vibrant art hanging on the walls.

The sweet smell of freshly baked scones wafted through the air as you looked around, eventually finding a corner booth where Nina already sat, her fingers wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee.

“Hey, sleepyhead," she teased, her bright eyes dancing with amusement as you approached.

You pushed back a wayward strand of hair behind your ear, stifling a yawn.

"Hey, sorry I am late! I lost track of time," you replied, sliding into the booth opposite her.

Nina eyed you over her mug, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. "Being late is nothing new for you, so I brought a book. It's all good," she teased and you rolled your eyes, shaking your head.

"I honestly tried to be on time but I was busy dealing with texts from James since 6 o'clock," you groaned, stabbing at the sugar bowl with a spoon before ordering your usual coffee.

Nina raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “What is his problem now?"

You leaned back, folding your arms across your chest. “He’s mad I didn’t drive down to Cork this morning to see him. I told him that I wouldn't and said that he could come to Dublin for the weekend instead, but apparently, that isn’t good enough for him," you explained as frustration crept into your voice.

Nina leaned forward, her brow furrowing. “You don’t need that kind of stress right now. You’re focused on your career, and he’s acting like a possessive child.”

"Exactly, but his career always takes precedence over mine. It’s like he can't handle me landing this role. He's been hounding me about it every chance he gets."

Nina rolled her eyes dramatically, her annoyance palpable. She was aware of his constant posessivness and jelousy ever since you landed your first role. He felt threatened and alleged that you were cheating on him with every member of the cast that time you were working on a TV show.

Thus, Nina leaned closer, her expression softening. “You know what?" she asked and you already knew what she was going to say.

“Leave him. Seriously.”

You sighed, pushing your cup away. “It’s not that easy, Nina. We’ve been together for four years," you continued, searching for the right words. “There’s history there, and sometimes it feels like if I just stick it out, he’ll come around.”

Nina shook her head, her eyes narrowing in disapproval.

"Stick it out for what?" she asked sharply, her voice almost a whisper now. "The next few years of him trying to manipulate your career?" she demanded, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

“Look, if he really cared about you, he’d support your career choices, not throw tantrums like a kid who lost his toy," she said, recalling when he had thrown a fit the last time you had to miss a few weeks with him to film.

“Every time there's something important for you, he just makes it all about him,” Nina pressed, biting her lip and, just as she lectured you, you fiddled with your napkin, the crinkling punctuating the silence that fell over the table. Nina’s voice echoed in your mind, and her words struck a nerve.

She noticed your silence and shook her head before reaching out to touch your hand, squeezing gently. "Honestly, you’re twenty, and you have a whole life ahead of you. You deserve someone who lifts you up, not drags you down."

You managed a weak smile, appreciating her support even if it didn't quite lift the fog weighing on your heart. "I will give it a thought, I promise," you said quietly, almost doubtful, but Nina's fierce determination was infectious.

“Good, and once you got rid of him, you can find yourself a real man who appreciates your talent—maybe another actor even —like Barry Keoghan,” she grinned slyly, nudging your shoulder.

"Barry Keoghan?" you asked with a chuckle, lifting an eyebrow at her. “I’m not sure he’s my type.”

Nina leaned back, crossing her arms with a mock-serious expression. “Oh, come on! Dashing, a little quirky, and those eyes!" Nina went on to say and you vaguely recalled meeting him on set.

You scrunched your nose playfully. “He is really not my type Nina," you chuckled as you took a sip of your coffee, the warmth spreading through you like a comforting hug.

“Well, I guess he is way too old for you anyway," Nina shrugged, feigning disappointment as she sipped her drink with exaggerated theatrics before changing the topic.

"Speaking of old, how's it working with my dad?" she asked, leaning in with mischief dancing in her eyes, clearly eager to hear more about your recent experiences on set.

You sipped your coffee, caught between amusement and embarrassment. “It’s… it’s interesting,” you began slowly, searching for the right words.

Nina leaned forward, her interest clearly piqued. “Come on, spill the tea!" she said. "Is he emberassing? Did you have your scene yet? What was it like? Was it weird?" Nina rattled down these questions before, finally, allowing you to answer.

You laughed, the sound mingling with the café’s chatter.

“Embarrassing? Definitely not. But, um, you’d probably die if I told you about the extend of the scene we filmed," you replied, a shy glint in your eyes as you thought back to the surreal experience.

Nina leaned in, her curiosity palpable. “Uh-huh, you have to tell me everything. Was it awkward? Or just weird?”

You chuckled, recalling how you had to work through layers of nerves and professional decorum.

“It was awkward for sure, especially when the intimacy coordinator kept reminding us about the angles and the whole ‘please don’t let a nipple slip’ thing," you continued, shaking your head in disbelief.

. Nina’s eyes widened, and her chin dropped. "You mean my dad saw you naked? Like, completely?!" she half-shrieked, a look of mock horror and fascination blending on her face.

You nodded, unable to suppress your laughter. “Yes! “Yes! And I had to sit on him, which definitely added an extra layer of awkwardness," you said and the memory made you cringe mildly, but there was a rush of adrenaline even in the discomfort. Plus, there was also something else and this was attraction, which was something that, of course, you would never admit to your best friend.

"Oh my god ,” Nina squealed, her eyes wide with disbelief. “That is so bad, Y/N. Eeww !" Her hands flailed dramatically in the air, causing a couple of patrons to glance over, their eyebrows raised in curiosity.

You buried your face in your hands, red creeping up your cheeks.

"It wasn't actually that bad," you muffled through your fingers, a laugh bubbling out despite the embarrassment. “He was professional about it. Just... business, really. It's acting," you told her, not admitting to her that, deep down inside, you actually enjoyed it.

Nina leaned back, her face a mask of mock obsession. “Did you have to kiss?" she then asked, almost as if she couldn't help herself.

You bit your lip, fighting back a smile as the memory flashed through your mind. “Uh… yeah, we did."

Nina nearly shouted, an exaggerated gasp escaping her lips. “What the hell? Seriously?!"

“It's part of the scene and the script called for it,” you replied, your cheeks warming as you recalled the intimacy of it all. "So yes, we kissed. A lot."

Looking at you, Nina gagged and threw her hands up dramatically. “Oh my god, Y/N! You’re killing me here! How are you not freaking out?"

You chuckled at her over-the-top reaction. "Because it’s just part of the job, you know?” you said as your voice was laced with a hint of bravado, but deep down, a part of you thrilled at the memory.

“I mean, it's just acting and your dad is a total pro, so he treated it like any other scene," you explained and Nina's expression softened, her eyes narrowing as the gears in her head turned. She couldn't possibly imagine you kissing her father and was eager to change the topic for now...

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[billwidoll]

Why do you only call me when you're high?

It was a party night at Rafe's house, it was always a party at Rafe's house. He always had fun and drank to his heart's content, but when he woke up he was sorry for always hesitating with you. But he always did the same thing So you always forgave him when necessary

Rafe always loved you, that was a fact. But he had a problem with alcohol and drugs, so that always hampered your relationship. But this time you promised not to forgive any other The nonsense that Rafe did, it was time for him to be sure that he would lose you somehow.

"Rafe! Your girlfriend is here, at the party" Topper speaks loudly in Rafe's ear, because of the sound

"what? My baby is here! Where is she?" Rafe talks completely stoned

"no Rafe! You can't show up like that...she'll want to break up with you" Topper advises his friend, but Rafe wouldn't listen

"she loves me, okay? She would never abandon me" Rafe says in an almost serious tone after he really thought you would always give in to his love

Even though he knew about his existence at the party, Rafe continued drinking and smoking a lot and talking to girls who were interested in him. What Rafe was really waiting for was to see you even if that It was hard to believe

You were confused looking for your boyfriend until you saw him talking to a generic blonde

"Oh my God! Rafe? My boyfriend? Who I haven't seen in two days?" You speak sarcastically and disrupt Rafe and the blonde's conversation

"My beautiful princess, I was talking about you" Rafe says completely drunk and kissing you with hot drink breath

"Rafe! Don't you dare touch me! Where were you these last two days? Why didn't you answer the messages?"

You speak, drawing the attention of several people and Rafe ends up grabbing your arm, not so Strong and taking you to a more private place

"I already told you not to touch me!!" You say getting rid of him when you finally arrived at a calmer place

"I think you better not start your tantrum" Rafe says rolling his eyes at you

"tantrum? Rafe...I just want to ask you something" you say in an almost whisper and tired of putting up with all of this

"you can talk, but if you want to give your lecture..." Rafe was talking but you interrupt him

"you love me?" You ask looking deeply into Rafe's eyes.

"but what question is that? And of course I love you!" Rafe says smiling at the end and hugging you

"So if you love me, give up the drugs, the drinks and the parties and let's live a happy life!"

You say, still hugging him, but with every word you said, Rafe let go of you, it seemed like he didn't like your proposal.

"what? You want me to change my ways because of you? I'm sorry if I'm not prince charming"

Rafe speaks out and you raise your eyebrows, not believing what you were hearing.

"I don't want you to be a prince charming! I want you to be a boyfriend!" You speak shouting with tears in your eyes

"I'm sorry, princess! But that's how I am! And I'm not going to change my ways because of you"

Rafe says, shouting in your face, making you cry even more

"so what about this? Do you really want me to abandon you?" You say drying your tears

"we both know that won't happen" Rafe says in disbelief that you could abandon him

"okay...let's see" you say decide to never forgive Rafe again or at least get back with him, you would start a new life without him

Seven years later:

After several years later, Rafe Cameron's life became hell. He drank day and night, worked with a sullen face and had no friends left, they were all married and had children already Rafe He only had a bottle of whiskey in his hands. Rafe wanted to die, he wanted it so bad, but he needed to at least apologize to you seven years later

It was difficult, but Rafe managed to find the house where you lived and he was so happy but so sad and emotional at the same time, he needed to tell you so many things, he needed to see how you were, He needed to apologize to you

And so it was, Rafe found the beach house where you lived temporarily, after it was summer and it was also in Rafe's city so he had the opportunity

When Rafe got there, he saw that the house was flowery and very cheerful, whereas his house was gray and dark. Rafe was scared, he wanted so badly to let go of that fear But it was difficult. But even so, he would knock on your door and declare himself

Rafe approached his door and rang the doorbell, his hands shaking.

It took about 1 minute for you to open the door and when it opened. Rafe found himself with a child in his arms and you were hissing in confusion.

"I'm sorry...but can I help you?" You ask in the voice of an angel, when Rafe heard that voice he heard his heart beat again

"I guess...I only called you when I was high, didn't I?" Rafe says this humorless joke, but it made you remember perfectly who it was in front of you

"oh my god Rafe!" You say, hugging him even though you have the baby on your lap "come in, please" you say, making room at the door for him to enter

When Rafe walked in, he realized that the beach house was so beautiful and family-friendly, it would make him so happy

"It's beautiful here..." Rafe says, totally mesmerized by the place

"and...what do you think an architect's house would be like?" You say putting the baby in the crib and make Rafe surprised by your profession

"Did you become an architect?" Rafe asks, completely shocked by the information.

"yes! I learned about it at college and I'm still working in this field today" you say, sitting in a chair and giving Rafe a friendly smile

"and who is that cute little thing?" Rafe says referring to the drink you were holding

"that's my son Jonathan, he just turned 2" you say smiling, proud to remember that you had an adorable son

That was a knife in the gut for Rafe, he knew things would change, but it hurt. He just wanted to go back in time and fix everything

"he's beautiful" Rafe says this in almost a whisper, he was trying not to break down there

"But what about you Rafe? How's the biggest playboy on the Outer Banks doing?" You ask with a smile and a light chuckle from Rafe.

"I'm fine...I'm fine...I couldn't learn more about college, but I ended up becoming president of my father's company"

Rafe speaks without being proud of himself, he spoke quietly and with his head down. And you realized that so you decided to talk about someone else's life

"and Topper? I never saw him again" you say trying to change the tone of the conversation

"he... is in Canada, he got married and had twins..." Rafe speaks in a sad tone disguised as joy

"Do you still have contact with him?" You ask innocently and it hurts Rafe so much

"no...he abandoned me...because of drinking" Rafe says with tears in his eyes seeing that situation you approach him and hug him

"Rafe, what's going on?" You say still hugging him

"I just wish I could do everything differently! I just wish I would have listened to you and Topper!"

Rafe explodes with emotion and cries even more in your arms.

"Hey, calm down, okay?" You say trying to calm down, but it was difficult

"you don't understand...I'm a failure in my life and a failure!" Rafe finally speaks, looking into your eyes

"no! Rafe! Look at me, you're rich, beautiful, you have a splendid family"

You say, taking his face and gently running your hand over it.

"but I'm not happy!" Rafe shouts and you feel so bad for him in that moment, maybe... maybe you shouldn't have given up on him seven years ago

"And what do you want me to do Rafe?! If you're like this, it's not my fault" you shout crying back

"No! It's not your fault! That's my fault! I knew how to love..." Rafe shouts back and the only thing you think at that moment is kiss him, like you kissed him before

And that's what you did, you kissed him intensely, The kiss had fear, disgust, anger, surprise, happiness and sadness. But in the end there was peace...the connection between you and Rafe brought each other peace

"I love you, Rafe...But our story ended at that party"

[holybibly]

Okay but like, to be between Yunho and Mingi 🥵😭😫 like they're both such bigger than me and I wanna be between them and just be their cure lil doll

Okay, I just couldn't get the idea out of my head, so I'm being a bit rude today.

I was thinking about how you came to be the new beautiful trophy wife of Mingi and Yunho's father. After they got divorced, they both stayed with their mother and became, let's say, very bad. They embodied the whole "stay away from him, honey, he's a problem" look with tattoos, piercings, cigarettes, and leather jackets. And their mother would send them off to their father to be re-educated.

Of course, it was useless, considering they didn't give a damn about all the moral lessons and rules, they were more interested in getting fucked or smoking a joint. The one thing they had absolutely no expectation of was you, their new "mommy.".

You were pretty, juicy, and looked like an amazing fuck doll, with soft round hips, thick ass and plump tits. Oh yes, and you were literally tiny.

If it wasn't for their father, they would have fucked you in the middle of the corridor. You got them a bit too excited, and that's how your game started.

At first, they behaved quite well—not ideally, but still. It started with cute nicknames like "Baby,"  "Doll," and "Sweetie" and gradually became more and more daring. Yunho could squeeze you between his body and the kitchen counter while you were cooking.

"Oh, mommy, I can't wait to try this. It looks so delicious." He would whisper in your ear while his big hand would squeeze your bottom in a possessive way.

Mingi could have quite 'innocently' buried his face between your breasts while you were all watching a film, he was too tired, and your tits looked amazingly soft.

"I'm sure the traces of my sperm will make them look really nice, won't they, mommy?"

It all literally drove you mad. You were not much older than they were; you were only twenty-six years old, and this incredible sexual tension was getting stronger and stronger with every passing second. To get rid of this tingling feeling of excitement that Yunho and Mingi gave you, you even tried to have sex with your husband. But it was useless, especially when one night you noticed the tall silhouette of Mingi in the mirror, smoking a cigarette and masturbating lazily while watching you ride his father.

That was the point of no return.

As soon as their father left on a business trip, they would lay you down on the bed that very night and fuck you like there was no tomorrow. They did everything together, like mirror images of each other.

Your pussy was licked by two pierced tongues, and you were stretched out on two big and thick cocks until you were literally sandwiched between two big and hot bodies, full to the brim and completely out of your mind.

They would whisper such dirty and depraved things in your ears that your toes would curl up at the dark promise that would pierce through their deep, sexy voices.

"This is how we should fuck our mommy, huh? Until she goes all stupid and starts to drool."

"Let's get some pictures, baby. I want to show you to my friends."

"Oh, baby, can't you take all of our dicks in your tiny mouth? If you can't suck a dick, why did our dad marry you in the first place?"

"You don't have a problem with us fucking your ass too, do you? I know you won't; you're such whores."

"Yeah, doll, like that, squirt on my face; let me fucking taste that pussy."

"Hm, you know, we'd like to invite some friends over; wouldn't you mind, mommy? You wouldn't mind playing with them as well, would you?

Your relationship with them became completely different; they would throw your body around like a toy, biting you, sucking you, scratching your skin, and leaving bruises and hickeys.

Even when their father returned from his stupid business trip, neither Mingi nor Yunho would stop.

[somewhat-very-insane]

questions i am sick and tired of hearing as a chronically ill and disabled person (and why i hate them)

this did wind up a bit longer than i expected it to, but by all means, feel free to add on with any questions you hate to be asked (and why!)

abled people, please do refrain from overtaking this post, and, disabled people, please do refrain from making this post entirely about any one specific condition.

"do you really have to talk about being disabled all the time?"

yes. yes i do. i promise that however annoying it is for you to have to endure the absolute agony that must be me making an offhand comment, or, on occasion, maybe actually talking about something that affects me for more than a few minutes at once, it is infinitely more "annoying" for me to have to actually live with the issues i talk about for every second of every day of my whole life. when i stop talking, you don't have to think about it anymore. but i always have to think about it. you get to put your full focus on something else, or, if the conversation is that annoying for you, you can leave! nobody is forcing you to stay. but talking about my problems is the only way i can get any support for them, and even when i stop, they are still there. i cannot "step away" from the figurative "conversation" with my pain. it is always talking to me, whether it be just a small whisper in the background or screaming at the top of its lungs in my ears, that pain is always there. so, while it's unfortunate that you are getting "tired of hearing about it," please do understand that i got tired of experiencing it a long, long time ago; do not destroy my one way to speak about my experiences solely because you do not wish to be made uncomfortable by them.

"do you really need that pain medication? won't you get addicted?"

in response to that, let me ask you this: do you really need that water you're drinking? aren't you afraid you'll get addicted to drinking water? it sounds ridiculous, i am aware. but i will break it down for you, now (as, in my mind, it is an adequate comparison). every human being needs things like safe, clean water, food, and some form of shelter to survive. however, the majority of humans can survive adequately with a reasonable amount of these items and will be able to function without major pain or other symptoms that detract from their general quality of life. some people, like myself, can have our basic needs of food, water, and shelter met, yet still experience major (or minor) pain, which cannot be blamed on a lack of rest, hunger, or thirst. therefore, in order to function the way society expects us to, and in order to not be quite as utterly miserable as we otherwise would, we may rely on other, stronger medications than the average person would, to manage that pain. these medications are medically prescribed, and we therefore have every right to utilize the resources provided to us. if i were to simply stop taking certain "non-necessary" medications, while my body would technically continue to function with the aid of my "necessary" medications, i as a person would not be able to function. imagine, if you will, the worst headache, joint pain, cramp, or other temporary ailment you have ever experienced. that probably wasn't a very enjoyable experience for you, was it? but you might've been able to use some ibuprofen or acetaminophen, maybe a heating pad, and after a little while it got better. now imagine if you tried to use those same things but the pain did not get better; imagine that pain lasting for months, even years on end, which you simply could not get rid of. a pain which you were expected to simply pretend was not bothering you, and continue to function the same way as everyone else, who was not in pain, was capable of. surely, in this hypothetical, you would want the (perfectly safe, legal, usually non-addictive) medicine that could make that pain even a little bit less excruciating? even if you knew that the pain would never fully disappear, not really, you would still want it to be less. so, i will take my medications, and leave you with the freedom to choose what you put in your body, just as i deserve the same freedom over mine.

"have you tried just exercising? eating healthier? meditation?"

the short answer is, for almost every disabled person i know, yes. though, granted that you've come this far, i'm sure you are prepared for the long answer, too. exercise can, for some conditions, help to alleviate or lessen certain symptoms. the key thing to note here, though, is that the exercise must be safe and selected specifically for the person based on how it may negatively affect them, as well. even activities that most able-bodied people regard as minor, such as going on a walk, can be draining, nausea-inducing, painful, and outright miserable for some people. i cannot, personally, go on a fifteen-minute walk on flat, paved terrain, in very pleasant weather, without triggering dozens of sensations that would surely make any healthy person worry that they were dying. when i tried to pick up an exercise regimen without professional help, i made my health several times worse. taking the advice of people who were, sometimes, genuinely trying to help, put me in serious danger. even when i did have a team of three doctors working on a plan for me, it took several rounds of trying and failing before we were able to determine what activities i could safely do, and which would be beneficial to me. now, being told to "just eat healthier" particularly irks me, because what foods i have to eat to maintain a more "healthy" balance of sugars, sodium, protein, and fat in my system varies quite a bit from that which a healthy person might be told is the ideal. i do understand that, generally, a low-sodium, lower-fat, mainly natural-sugar, high-protein diet sounds healthiest to a large percentage of people, the same cannot be said for myself. i have been told, by numerous medical specialists, that it is absolutely necessary for me to consume high amounts of sodium (think: eating salty food and snacks, on top of an electrolyte drink and salt pill every morning). i also deal with highly fluctuating blood sugar, which doctors cannot yet explain why it suddenly plummets (no, it is not diabetes, yes, i have been asked this dozens of times). as a result, i will often have to eat something "unhealthy," such as fruit snacks or a similar gummy candy, to get my blood sugar back up. is a high-sugar, high-salt intake diet generally what outsiders will see as healthy? of course not. but, as these are things i have to do to specifically manage my symptoms, it is always frustrating to be told that maybe they are symptoms i experience because of my diet. they are not. as for the types of people who insist that simply doing a guided meditation session each day can cure me of my dozens of health conditions, you are simply incorrect. while some people may experience a temporary psychosomatic alleviation of their pain in response to practicing mindfulness techniques, no one should ever urge another human being to substitute life-saving medication with guided breathing and essential oils. the two are simply not on the same level, and meditation does not, cannot, and will not help every disabled person deal with their symptoms.

"aren't you too young to be so unhealthy?"

no. and, while i do wish that people would not press further when faced with such a simple, clear-cut response, some people simply cannot grasp the idea that anyone under forty-five could possibly deal with any sort of health complications. people can be unhealthy at any age; even infants can have heart conditions, after all. while old age certainly has a higher correlation with deteriorating health, it is certainly not a reason to believe that, therefore, anyone who is not old cannot have poor health. believe me, i do wish that whenever someone older told me that i really am just overthinking things and lying to all my doctors and somehow faking things like MRI and X-ray results, those problems simply disappeared. unfortunately, things do not work that way, and by saying things like that not only do you invalidate the experiences of countless ill individuals, you (deliberately or not) paint us as bad people, when all we want to do is survive.

[herofics]

Old habits die hard

I actually have another Gojo WIP I need to finish, but I’ve written myself into a corner with that one if that makes sense, so I just sort of decided to abandon that for now. This is basically me rambling about my current issues with selfharm urges, so if that triggers you, don’t read

The urge was pretty much always there, every day. Even though you had been clean for a long time now, the urge was still there. Every time something went wrong, the first solution your brain offered you was: “Hurt yourself”. Every fucking time.

You hadn’t done it, you didn’t want to, but the urge never seemed to really go away. It wasn’t like it was an active thing, but every time you encountered disappointment or hardships, which seemed to be all the time nowadays, there was a momentary thought of how harming yourself would resolve all your problems. You knew it wouldn’t but your brain kept falling into old patterns.

Fighting the constant urge was exhausting, it took so much energy everyday and you were getting tired of resisting. Sometimes you started to wonder if it was even worth it, but then, everytime he came home safe, every time you saw him light up when he saw you, it felt a bit easier to keep going. Your Satoru, your light in the darkness.

You were having a particularly bad evening, waiting for Gojo to get home while making dinner. The knife you were cutting vegetables with flashed in the light of the evening sun, and you had to stop to stare at it. It wasn’t particularly sharp, you hadn’t sharpened it in some time for exactly this reason. You didn’t want to make it easier for yourself to give in.

You weren’t sure how long you had stood by the counter when you heard the front door open. You were lucky you hadn’t put anything on the stove yet, since it would have surely burned while you stood there in a daze.

“I’m home!” Gojo greeted you excitedly as he closed the front door.

“Hey” you greeted as you heard his footsteps coming closer behind you.

Gojo placed his hands on your waist and leaned down to whisper in your ear: “And how is my beautiful partner doing today?”

“Honestly?” you sighed, turning to face him.

“Yeah of course” you could hear the worry in his voice already.

You looked up at him, noticing he was basically scanning you with his eyes. Looking for signs of what could be weighing on your mind. Gojo lifted you up so you were sitting on the counter with him in front of you.

Gojo had had a feeling something was going on for a while now, but he hadn’t been able to put it together. 

You didn’t blame him for not knowing what was going on with you. He was a busy man, constantly going on missions and having to be away from you and your home, and being a teacher too. You knew he cared, but how could he know what was wrong with you when you were hiding it from him?

“What’s wrong doll?” Gojo asked, looking at you intently.

“I’m not having a good day to be honest. It’s just… I really want to hurt myself again, and I’m having a hard time resisting that urge” you sighed, not being able to look him in the eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay” Gojo said gently, lifting your chin so you would look at him. “Talk to me about it, please?”

“Every time something goes wrong or I feel upset, my first thought is to hurt myself. I don’t know how to get rid of that thought pattern and it fucking sucks. The only thing that helps even a little bit is distracting myself by doing something else” you chuckled wryly.

“How can I help?”

“Just… I wish you were here more, so I could talk to you. I get that you’re busy, and I don’t mean that you should neglect your other duties because of me, or that this is in any way your fault, but I do miss you… a lot” you explained.

“Oh doll, I wish you’d told me sooner” Gojo shook his head with a sad smile, before pressing a kiss on your forehead. “But I’m glad you told me now”

“Yeah, me too”

“I can’t really promise I’m gonna be able to be around more, but I’ll try to make more time for us. I miss you too. I’m also gonna start calling you like five times a day to make sure you’re doing okay” Gojo smirked.

“And I’m gonna start to not pick up half your calls” you stuck your tongue out at him jokingly.

“Hey, that’s mean” Gojo frowned.

“Aaaw, I’m just teasing you, you big baby” you giggled and booped his nose with your finger. “But seriously, I appreciate it. Just promise me you won’t freak out if I don’t answer the first time. I might be at the school or on a mission, and I’m not able to answer my phone in the middle of a fight unlike you”

“Good point, good point. I’m gonna keep calling you until you pick up though, but not like spam calling. I wouldn’t do that…”

“Oh yeah, of course you wouldn’t” you rolled your eyes and draped your arms over his shoulders, looking into his crystal blue eyes.

Gojo moved as close to you as he possibly could while you sat on the counter. He leaned his forehead against yours and both of you closed your eyes, your arms still draped over his shoulders. You were just relaxing against one another finding comfort in each other’s arms.

“Hey Satoru?” you asked.

“Hhhmm?” he mumbled.

“Thank you for loving me, even when I’m a pain in the ass” you opened your eyes and leaned back a little.

“Of course, but could you promise me not to hide yourself when you're in pain? It's unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone. We’re supposed to share our hardships, remember?” he answered, placing his hand on your cheek.

You leaned your head against his hand and looked at him adoringly, making Gojo’s heart flutter. He worried for you every day, he couldn’t help it, he loved you after all.

You placed your hand over his and kissed his palm before nodding in agreement. He always took such good care of you.

[kkongdakz]

“ YOU'LL BE FINE. ” ft. kim jiwoong

jiwoong x gn!reader, genre : angsty, comfort writing, warning : crying, low self esteem, wc : 0.6k

author's note : my little mona, this one is for you 🩵 never forget how precious you are, okay? okay.

by pushing the door of his apartment after his work day, jiwoong did not expect to find the latter deprived of any light source. getting rid of his shoes and jacket, he walked in the near darkness until he reached the door of your shared room, pushing it slowly without making any noise. but when he heard sniffling in the room, and your curled up figure in the middle of the mattress, he hurried to you, placing his warm hand on your shoulder.

« love, you're okay? » — your silence and your tears redoubling in intensity, answered instantly to his question. so he pulled himself up beside you, slipping his arms around your hips to slide you into the reassuring warmth of his arms. his second hand was lost in your hair, playing gently with a few strands to help you feel better. « bad day, uh? » he whispered against the crown of your head, on which he placed a light kiss. you nodded slowly, clutching your hands to his jacket as a kind of inking, to make sure he doesn't move a millimeter away from you.

« i hate this day. » you end up saying between two sobs, hiding your puffy face in the hollow of his neck. jiwoong tighten his grip around you, as if he were wrapping you in a protective cocoon — and you felt your panicky heart calm down slightly. « you don't have to talk about it. » he said softly, letting his fingers slide gently down your spine. it was comforting, and despite the fact that you were mad at the whole world right now, jiwoong knew exactly how to calm you down.

jiwoong moved slightly away from you, placing his hands against your cheeks. he wiped the tears from your cheeks, chasing them away with his long fingers, before offering you a warm smile that made you want to cry even more, « it's okay now. you are safe. » then he continued gently, observing the smallest delicate particle of your skin, his fingers tracing the contours of your face, « you’re braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. »

biting your lower lip, you didn't expect him to place a butterfly kiss on the tip of your red nose, « you can cry, yell, whatever.. i’m not gonna leave your side, » his tone was soft, reassuring, like the way his lips pecked your face, and his fingers danced on your skin, « just let it all out. because you don’t have to pretend to be fine with me. »

but the tears never seemed to leave your eyes, although your heart was hurting. but the softness of his words and the delicacy of his touch, made you believe that in your storm, there was a sunny spot, through which you could escape and enjoy a moment of respite.

« i’m sorry you have to go through this, my love, » he whispered against your cheek, and then the smell of his cologne tingled your nose, « but, i promise that everything will get better soon. » and you decided to believe him, at the precise moment when he closed the distance between your lips, giving you a comforting and warm kiss. one that you sorely needed.

then he slipped his arms under your knees, carrying you lightly to lay you on his legs — his face lulled by the glow of the moon, seemed to make him a marble status. little by little, your negative thoughts fade away, letting you breathe calmly and slow down the previously frantic beating of your heart. « please don’t give up now, » he added suddenly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, watching your eyes in the most tender way, « you'll be fine. »

and you suddenly realized that you were very lucky to have jiwoong with you, because no one else could ever find the right words to soothe you, reassure you and make your problems seem slightly less painful. jiwoong was the little fairy hand that came to remove the thorn in your heart.

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[taintedevesayori]

Sayo's Route: Ecstasy 03

This chapter is 18+

Please do not read if you are a minor/uncomfortable with sex

Sayo's Route Masterlist

-Sayo is in Kou’s room, the two sitting together on the floor. He’s telling her a story about his last performance

Kou: -And I was surrounded by fangirls! It took forever to get rid of them so I could go home. Haha…Some of them can be cute but most of them are so needy~

Sayo: Fufu…That sounds like quite the hassle. You get girls crowding around you at school all the time too, don’t you?

Kou: Of course I do. Are you jealous, Sayo-chan~?

Sayo: No. You’re an idol. I’m not surprised they all want your attention. Fufu…Or do you want me to be?

Kou: I think it would be cute if you were a little jealous…but you have no reason to be. I’m not interested in any of those girls. 

Sayo: And that’s why I don’t need to be jealous. 

Kou: Hmph…You’re too cool headed, Sayo-chan. I wish you would lose your composure more often. 

-Kou suddenly grins at her mischievously before pinning her down on the floor

Kou: Like now, maybe?

Sayo: What are you plotting…?

-He leans down to whisper in her ear

Kou: You’ll have to wait and see~

-His lips move down to her throat, placing a kiss on the side of her neck. He bites down in the same spot

Sayo: I see…

Kou: Nn…You sound a little disappointed, Sayo-chan. Were you hoping it would be something else~?

Sayo: Of course not…!

Kou: Phew…I’m not opposed, you know? 

-Kou slips his hands under her shirt

Sayo: Ah! Kou! This wasn’t what I meant!

Kou: But now I’m thinking about it? Haah…

-He moves back and pushes her shirt up to her shoulders

Sayo: K-Kou…! 

Kou: Fufu…You’re flustered now. How cute~

-He bites down on her side

Sayo: Ngh…Kou, come on…

Kou: Fufu…If you want me to touch you, just say so, Sayo-chan~

Sayo: W-What?! 

Kou: Like this, maybe?

-He bites one of her breasts, groping the other

Sayo: Ah?! 

-Kou looks up at her and chuckles

Kou: You’re so cute, Sayo-chan. You make me want to mess you up real good~ 

-Her blush darkens to bright red

Sayo: What the hell does that mean?! 

Kou: Fufu…Want to find out? You’ll have to lose the rest of your clothes…

-Kou tugs on her bra

Sayo: W-Wait! No!

Kou: What’s the problem, Sayo-chan? Aren’t we lovers? This is the kind of thing lovers do…

Sayo: W-Well…

-He kisses her

Kou: You don’t have to be scared…I promise I won’t give you more than you can handle.

-He trails kisses down her neck

Sayo: Haah…I can’t win against you…

Kou: Fufu…I’ll make you feel real pleasure, Sayo-chan~

(Oh jeez…I hope I don’t regret this…)

-Kou slips her shirt the rest of the way off before unhooking her bra and tossing it away. She whimpers as his lips and teeth teased one breast, his fingers teasing the other

Kou: Fufu…I can smell your arousal, Sayo-chan~ 

Sayo: K-Kou…

Kou: Fufu…Don’t be embarrassed. You’re a good girl, craving me after just a little touching. I’ll give you more, don’t worry~

-He pulls her skirt off, tossing it away before suddenly picking her up. He moves over to the bed, dropping her on it

Kou: The floor isn’t very comfy, right?

-She watches, extremely flustered, as Kou undresses down to his boxers. He grabs her ankle, pulling on her leg so that she falls onto her back before crawling on top of her

Kou: You’ve gone quiet. Are you embarrassed~?

Sayo: O-Of course…I’ve never done anything like this…

-He places a kiss on her forehead

Kou: Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you…But first, I’m gonna cover that pretty little body of yours in my marks~

*Timeskip*

-Sayo is on Kou’s lap, her hips bouncing up and down on his shaft, as he is drinking from her wrist

Sayo: Haah…Ahh…Kou…please…I can’t keep this up…

Kou: Of course you can, Sayo-chan~!

-He grabs her waist, pushing her hips down so that his shaft is inside of her as deep as possible

Sayo: Kou….!

-Tears well up in her eyes as he grinds their hips together. She whimpers, grabbing onto his shoulders

Kou: Fufu…You’re all teary eyed and desperate…How adorable, Sayo-chan~ Have I been denying you for too long? Let me see my progress then…

-He pushes her down onto her back, looking her body up and down

Kou: I’ve successfully covered your body in my marks…There’s no denying who you belong to now. I guess I can give you some proper attention now.

Sayo: Ahh…!

-He begins thrusting at a fast pace, earning frequent moans from her

Kou: Fufu…Sayo-chan, you’ve become so lewd…I’m the only one who gets to see you like this, got it? 

Sayo: Y-Yes…!

Kou: Good. I guess I’m getting close too…You’ll cum with me, won’t you?

Sayo: Mm…Mhm…!

-Kou grabs one of her hands, interlacing their fingers. After a few more sloppy thrusts, he leans down and silences her with a kiss. The warmth of his cum filling her pushes her over the edge as well. She wraps an arm around his chest, tightly clinging onto him

Kou: Haah…Sayo-chan…I love you…you know that, right?

Sayo: I…I love you too…

Monologue

“I love you too” The words spilled from my lips before I could think about it.  As I laid there in Kou’s arms, reeling from the sin we had just committed, I realized that those words were true. I was unsure when Subaru had asked me, but now I knew.  The warm feeling of realization helped distract me from what we had done.

[the-muse-of-chaos]

Twisted Inspirations: Chapter 8

Previous chapter: Chapter 7

Two weeks later, he came back. She didn't answer the door when he knocked. She didn't want him to see her like this. She hadn't had time to clean. No, she just couldn't bring herself to clean.

Not answering the door didn't stop him though. Neither did the locked front entrance. She had given him a key and that was how he got in, but part of her liked to think that he would have found a way to come in and check on her even if he hadn't had it.

He shut the door behind him and called out for her. She began to respond, but fell silent. She couldn't bear bringing attention to herself.

She listened to his footsteps as he climbed the stairs, which seemed longer than they were before. He paused to call her name again a couple times, but she still wasn't strong enough to break her silence.

He came to the door and knocked before gently pushing it open. He stood still for a few moments, shocked by what he saw.

The room was a mess. It looked like a tornado went through it. Her drugs were sitting out on the desk. The carpet was splattered with various blood stains. She was sitting on her bed, in the eye of the storm, dressed in clothes she'd worn for a week. She began to cry from shame.

"I missed you." She whispered hoarsely.

He carefully picked his way through the chaos, making his way to her. He sat next to her and wrapped his arms around her as she sobbed into his shoulder. He whispered in her ear, and promised never to leave her again.

He spent the next few days helping her clean and get herself together. She didn't understand why. It wasn't his mess. It wasn't his problem. He shouldn't have to help her. But she needed the help desperately, and so she didn't complain.

He got her to shower, to change, and to eat. He threw away her drugs, and got rid of her razor blade. He did it while she wasn't looking, but she noticed immediately that they were gone. Part of her was angry, but she thought she might be okay without them. After all, she had him back, and he promised to stay, though she still didn't understand why he cared so much.

The next few weeks were a state of rosy, broken perfection. The kind that only comes around just after something horrible has happened. Her marks began to heal into scars. Her head cleared more and more. She helped him move in, so she got to spend every day with him.

She told him why she had done it all. She told him about her writing. She showed him some of it. He loved it. Seeing how excited he was about it nearly made her cry from joy.

He showed her something too of course. He showed her his paintings. She loved his art style, the way he moved his brush along the canvas and brought his subject to life.

Apparently the reason he had accepted that first dinner invitation was because he wanted to paint her, but was too nervous to ask. Both had a desperate desire to capture each other through their craft. Neither was ready to see it.

So they left it alone for now, but she could see when she looked in his eyes that it tugged on him the same way it tugged on her.

Someday, she hoped. Someday.

- A.I.N

[sagau-my-beloved]

Just a late night drabble

-

Well, here you were again, faced with the sight of your lover clinging desperately to your arm at the local tavern, babbling incoherently what you could make out to be a mixture of pet names and pleas.

"Please, please please love me." Venti was practically slurring his words now, falling into you as you hastily looked around at all the people trying to catch glances at the scene. You almost felt the need to glare, surely this particular Bard being incredibly drunk wasn't an unusual sight here.

"Venti, I do love you, ok, now can we go home?"

He looked up at you, eyes wide and full of tears, trying hard to hold back obvious sobs. It was certainly a rare sight.

"Hey! Hey hey, it's ok, you're ok, no need to cry!" You were becoming increasingly alarmed with his out of sorts behavior, trying to brush off some of the stray tears as he went on babbling in that same slurred manner.

"You can't, you can't get rid of me, I'm too useful you know..."

The way he said it, as if it was a matter of fact thing, a casual reminder thrown to quell certain unrest.

He then stopped a moment, expression morphing into one of intense thought, as if he was pondering the weight of his own words. It didn't seem as though he reached a satisfying conclusion, as fresh tears clouded his vision almost instantly.

"Venti—"

"I'm not useful enough to you, I'm a god but that's not worth anything if I can't use it to help you."

You took a quick glance around the room at his words, thankful to find that most of the other patrons eyes had wandered back to their own drinks.

"You can't just say that stuff in public." You scolded with a harsh whisper, causing Venti's eyes to widen, as if he only just noticed there was more people in the tavern than just the two of you.

You were starting to piece together where this might have stemmed from, and your tendency to take on a lot of other people's problems without even considering asking him for help might just have been the cause.

Letting out a quick sigh, you quickly grabbed your drunk lovers hand and pulled him to the upper floor of the bar, away from prying ears. Venti practically fell on top of you after stumbling to a secluded table in the corner, he didn't seem particularly discontent with the position and opted to stay there, choosing to rest his head on your shoulder as you tentatively tried to provide touches of comfort.

"Listen," he immediately perked up at the sound of your voice, looking up at you as if he was hanging on to every word, "You are useful, but I would like you even if you weren't."

The words didn't seem to come out exactly how you intended them to, but it was better than saying nothing.

He seemed to contemplate them for a moment.

"Rely on me, please rely on me I need you to." It was more akin to a desperate plea than an actual request, spoken as if he couldn't take another breath without knowing that you would.

Your silence didn't spark confidence, "I promise I can take it, whatever it is, I'd take it a thousand times for you."

You could practically feel his breath against your neck as he mumbled the last line, causing you to shiver.

This had been bugging Venti for awhile, every time you asked another friend of yours to help you out with a commission, every time you came back home stressed or tired or god forbid injured, every time you refused to go into detail about exactly how your day was spent, skirted around his persistent questions on how you were doing mentally.

Did you simply not trust him? Did it have to do with the fact he didn't appear strong enough to take on whatever burdens you bore? He would prove his strength to you, his dedication, if only you asked him to.

"I'm worthless if I can't be useful to the one person I care about."

You stiffened slightly at the implications behind that, your grip loosening to push him back so that you could see eye to eye.

"Don't speak like that, you have worth outside of me and I certainly can't be the only person you care about."

That's what you wanted to tell yourself at least, but his expression of hazy confusion mixed with the smile of someone telling a well kept secret caused only doubt to bloom.

"I love you more than all of Teyvat, no all the stars and life in the entire universe. I love you more than every single living thing combined." He continued rambling on for a few minutes, listing off things bigger and smaller than the next, slurring almost every word.

"I would do anything for you," Venti sighed out when he realized you were no longer paying attention, "Please, let me do anything for you."

You knew that this had the possibility of leading in to a rather serious conversation, one that wouldn't exactly prove to be beneficial if he didn't remember it the next morning. So you simply responded with a hum of acknowledgement, mentally filing it away for a later date.

Of course Venti interpreted that hum as dismissive, taking it as yet another sign of your refusal to share any part of your internal world with him.

He chose to let out a whine, collapsing back on top of you, mentally begging you to say anything at all.

The odds didn't seem to be particularly in his favor as silence continued to linger.

"I'll do anything you want, anything at all, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you."

You knew that, you knew it and you didn't want to take advantage of it, of him. Wouldn't it be kind of excessive to bring a god along on a simple hilichurl camp clean out commission? It almost felt insulting, like a waste of his talents or status.

You mulled over that line of thought for a little bit, unable to keep it fully off your face.

Venti picked up on it.

"Tell me what you're thinking, please."

You hesitated moment with your words, trying to find the easiest non-offensive way to say you didn't want to use him because you felt you weren't his equal.

"Those commissions would bore you, it would just prove to be a waste of time."

Venti, even in his incredibly non-sober state, managed to read between lines.

"Do you feel guilty asking me for help?"

The softness of his tone combined with the bluntness of the statement itself caused you to tense up slightly, that was answer enough.

"My beloved," it was whispered this time, softly as he wrapped his arms around your neck, resting his head just above your collarbone, "I want to dedicate all of myself fully to you, you don't have to reserve calling on my help for world saving situations only, the rest of the world doesn't even matter when compared to you anyways."

You felt your body heat up at the words, and you could absolutely feel the lopsided grin that formed on his face in response.

A minute passed, and then another, followed by a few more, all without a single word spoken between the two of you. How could you even begin to respond to that?

It was around the seventh or eighth minute mark in which a sound was actually made, and it was none other than Venti snoring.

Ah.

He fell asleep...

Well, it looked as if this would be yet another night in which you carried him home from the Tavern, another night where the words spoken between the two of you wouldn't be remembered in the morning, or at least that's what you assumed.

This particular time, however, you would find yourself to be mistaken, as a particular Archon made sure every single word you spoke was committed to memory.

And when the morning came, maybe it was finally high time said Archon found out exactly who made it so that you felt you couldn't rely on him, the person who made the mistake of making you feel inferior.

Venti had a few choice words set aside for just this occasion, and it really would be a shame to waste them.

[writer-akihiko]

so mc running away i love it the angst 👌 so if its alright can you the same but with the dorm leaders?(pls do a good ending my poor heart cannot take it-༎ຶ‿༎ຶ)

Dorm Leaders + MC Running Away

So I apologise for the lack of happy endings, if you want to call it that. The scenarios turned out much more different than the First Years probably because of the power gap I had in mind. Also, for anyone wondering, the Vice Dorm Leaders will have a shot of saving you next! When I get to it... Cut for length. Also please help to share because I limited the tags!

Warnings: Character Death [Not you or the main boy], mentions of abuse and emotional manipulation [On the Reader] and violent actions [The Dorm Leaders]

"I'm not going back."

"Wh... What?" He was astonished. "YN... I've looked far and wide for you- please-"

No words left his mouth as you stepped away from him, tears in your eyes and you were going to make a run for it again.

Malleus Draconia

Your words struck a chord in him. He didn't mean it, but when you said that you weren't going back, he almost lost control. What did you mean you weren't going back? You promised him to be his Queen!

No... he's not accepting this. His Queen deserved better. His larger hands encircled your wrists, stopping you in your tracks. No matter how much you tugged and pushed, Malleus' strength was beyond you. In your sole despair, you fell in his embrace.

Every ache and injury struck your core, as you cried your heart out. "I can't go back Malleus," you whimpered. "I... I'm sorry."

Your hands gripped tighter onto his clothes. "I don't mean to fight against you, I-"

The Fae Prince sealed your bruised lips with his own, pulling your smaller form into his lap as he took in the moment of the bittersweet, longing kiss. "YN... listen to me," He said, his own ice cold tears falling onto your cheek, healing your wounds. "You never have to apologise for your suffering. Not even to me."

Malleus held you close as you drowsed off. The gentle smile hardened into a growl, as his back arched, black wings bursting out of his body. Malleus, in his dragon form, summoned the thorns to protect you, holding you as if you were his personal dragon hoard…

The principal, or more accurately the culprit, Dire Crowley was a fool to step out. It disgusted Malleus to his very core, his claws setting the very ground on fire as Crowley stepped closer. No words were exchanged between them. For all the suffering you faced, it was to be paid in tenfold as the dragon took a deep breath, releasing the fire in his chest.

"It was a fraction of her suffering…"

Riddle Rosehearts

He was ballistic. Riddle had been eager to bring you back immediately, but the sheer refusal and attempt to run away made him think that you hate him. He was blaming himself, sobbing to the ground.

Riddle's breakdown made you stop. No matter what you did, you still love him. Riddle's hiccups of sobbing paused at the feeling of your arms wrap around him. He wanted this, he wanted your warmth, he wanted- no… he needed you so badly he'd ceased to function without you.

"I don't hate you Riddle," You said, kissing his tears away. Your pretty Queen of Hearts had ruined the uniform he so proudly kept up with and Riddle himself was unkempt. Riddle cradled your sore body, letting you tell him your stresses and your breaking point abused over and over again by Crowley.

Riddle's heart softened ever so much for you, as he realised that he was to a fault as well. It was then he started to cry for you. "YN… I… I lost control. I know I can't be forgiven for the stress you went through so-"

"Rosehearts! You found her, how wonderful!" The jovial Principal cried out. In his hand was a magic tracking spell and that's when Riddle was struck with guilt once more. He doomed you, again. He… no, he refuses to end it this way.

Your loving self became meek, frightened by the aspect of being under Crowley's care once more. You trembled, reaching out to the hem of Riddle's coat. "Riddle… Please don't let them take me…"

He pulled you up, whispering to you. "When I cast my magic, run YN."

"Ridd-"

"Never thought you'd defy me, Rosehearts. Being a law abider and all~"

"Off With Your Head."

Kalim Al-Asim

"Y-YN?"

Kalim desperately hung onto your ankle, on his knees, begging and bargaining you to stay.

"YN… Please don't leave me again," He begged. "I'll… I'll stop dragging you to parties! I'll get you anything you want just please… please come back to me."

His tears wet your foot, as his grip left light marks on your ankle. Kalim never meant to harm you. He was so desperate to make you stay, but in his heart, he knew that he didn't have the strength to keep you with him if you desired to leave.

"How could you think that?!" You cried out. You stooped to Kalim's level, tackling him in hug so hard that he crashes to the ground. "I… I'd never leave you if I had the choice! I couldn't stand NRC anymore…"

You sobbed into Kalim's chest, wondering when it'd all end. You could never refuse Kalim, but what about everyone else? What about Crowley? Your spine shivered at the monster's name, wanting everything to disappear except for you and Kalim.

Kalim didn't know what to do. He didn't understand why Crowley would do such a thing to you. If Crowley was causing you such pain… He'd just have to get rid of the problem. You only deserve the best, after all. It's not his fault, nor is it yours.

You had cried yourself to utter exhaustion. Kalim gently wrapped you up in his jacket, cradling you to his chest. As if clockwork, Crowley appeared to the heartwarming scene, simply glad that you were going to be returned.

"Al-Asim, Dire should patch her up nicely-"

"No."

Crowley coughed. "What was that?"

"I said no," Kalim reiterated. "I have no reason to listen to you…"

"Since YN and I aren't your students anymore."

Azul Ashengrotto

How grateful he was to find you near the water. He almost turned red at the thought of you willing to search for him. Azul never thought you'd long for him this way, but you knew him, and you knew him well.

As if on cue, you looked beyond the trees to see your beloved, running from the sandy shores barefoot to be caught by your precious Azul. Azul doesn't have the best reflexes, trying to catch you without hurting you.

Azul took one good look at you, and the sight was enough to make him cry. Messy hair, cuts and bruises littering your skin possibly from running through the rocky forest, feet with sores from rocks… and tearful, sorrowful eyes.

Not an inch of sadness deserved to touch you. That was one of his core beliefs. He didn't say anything to prompt you to tell about what you'd been suffering. He knew. He knew every line of the story, and it made him ever so guilty that it led to this. If he just paid more attention to you, or at least try to.

Azul offered you everything. An ear to listen and his body for comfort, with his arms wrapping about you. If the simple action was enough for your forgiveness, he'd do it over and over again.

It was for a moment Azul held you, before running the water with you in tow. From the forest emerged the tweels, but what was behind you made you scream. Crowley, with his magic, retaliating against the twins' magic.

Azul wrapped you around his tentacles, drifting further into the ocean with you. He bent down to whisper in your ear. "YN, close your eyes. Don't look."

You shut your eyes tight as you did, hiding yourself in Azul's chest, away from the scene.

"May we never see you again, Crowley."

Azul and the twins in their merforms plummet into the ocean, deep down where Crowley would never come to touch you.

Idia Shroud

He wasn't surprised that the huge robot scared you. It was his secret project after all. He immediately let himself out of the robot, but he was hesitant to step into the forest. Idia was scared, but he still had to protect you!

"Y-YN..."

"Idia!..."

You stopped running, seeing your boyfriend pop out of the robot. Idia was quick to get over his reluctance as his panic shifts to your injuries instead. He wanted to cry out of joy from the mere chance of finding you.

Idia tried to treat your wounds as best as he could with the emergency kit conveniently equipped [he really did think of everything] although his wrapping technique was unkempt at best.

Idia's attempts to heal you made you forget of all the suffering. You couldn't help but laugh, realising how much you missed Idia. He knew that you needed this time. Oh, how he wanted to whisk you away...

But he might as well. You're his, right?

Crowley didn't get close to reaching you. Idia thought of it all. He tracked every move the principal made, fooling Crowley to think that Idia was with you the entire time, with the tracking device that Crowley so faithfully gave him.

"How desperate... it's honestly funny..." Idia scoffed at the idea of Crowley getting to you.

With the S.T.Y.X androids, Idia confronted Crowley, who was in sheer confusion.

"Crowley… burn in hell."

Leona Kingscholar

Leona didn't hold back. He couldn't believe you would say such a thign to him… The only conclusion he reached to was that you hated him. You hated his very core, just like everyone else… He was scared. It frightened him to the core that after everything he did, you still hated him.

"YN… stop fucking around with me," He said, grabbing onto your wrist. He wasn't about to throw a tantrum then and there. He had to get things straight. "Hey… tell me. Was I just a waste for you?"

"W-What are you talking about Leona?" You pushed against his chest, trying to get some distance but Leona was way stronger than you. The lion couldn't listen to reason. He simply went on about how you must've hated him, and how much you despised him.

"Did I mean nothing to you, YN?" Leona was shaking, his shoulders trembling from the mere thought of hearing those words.

You wrapped your arms around Leona, pulling him in close. "I never did… How dare you think that you stupid lion?!" You said, sobbing your heart out. You were equally hurt, but you never once thought Leona would think such a thing.

The emotional reunion was interrupted by the principal himself, pretending to be moved by such a scene. The false pretense of safety caught on to you, and you were sent into a panic, clinging onto Leona for fear of your life.

"I hate you!" You yelled, your body crumpling to the ground just as Leona caught you. "I hate you, I hate you. I don't want to go back, don't make me!"

If you were to scream anymore, you might collapse from exhaustion. Leona was quick to carry you in his arms, holding you close to his chest, where you were comforted by his heartbeat.

"Hoi, good for nothing principal," Leona called out, a single claw drawn out, igniting his Unique Magic.

"Move before I turn you to sand."

Vil Schoenheit

He was stunned to see you in such a state. He called out for you, and you stopped in your tracks. Was he that incompetent that he can't keep you with him? Did he not treat you right? Was his mere presence just torture for you?

Vil couldn't keep it in anymore. He needed to know. "YN… why won't you come back? Tell me, is it my fault? Am I not worthy of you?!"

The once prideful queen fell into shambles of insecurity as his mind won't stop painting images of you walking away from him, of you calling him your doom, of him being your captor… No, he didn't mean it…

"Was I the villain in your story?! WAS I?!"

Vil had never cried as much as he did. He needed to know that you didn't of him as a nuisance. He really was worthless if he made you feel unwanted… so please, he needed an answer.

"How could you think that, my love?"

You stooped to Vil's level, brushing away the tears that ruined his makeup with your very hands. Oh, your poor Vil… You were too selfish, thinking of your own suffering. With Vil in your arms, you felt whole once again. You gave Vil your actual answer, relenting every moment of your stress that stemmed from Crowley.

Oh… how his sweet potato must've suffered. Vil had a stuck of guilt, considering that he was under an Overblot as well. No matter, he had to make things right. For your sake, for his love's sake.

"YN, Crowley is trying to find you. But I… I have to set things right," He said, pulling you up.

The rustle of leaves had you on guard as from it came Dire Crowley, revelling in the scene.

"Schoenheit. You are supposed to bring LN YN to me immediately as I ordered."

Vil for once scared you. It scared you how enraged he was, and your heart wrenched at seeing the ink droplets by his hand.

"Vil, don't you dare-"

He turned back to you, whispering for you to run to Rook's safety. "Don't cry, my love."

You tried to hold the tears once again as you saw Vil shifting forms to an ink-like mess, this time his rage directed at Crowley. You could only run away, praying in your heart that Vil was safe.

[stonyoongi]

PARING: Jung Hoseok x female!reader

GENRE: Yandere Au

SUMMARY: You used to think that Jung Hoseok was just like any of your mother's previous boyfriends, however, he's not willing to fall for any of your tricks to get rid of him. Maybe a little discipline will help you understand who the man of the house is now.

WARNINGS: yandere stepfather!hoseok x stepdaughter!reader, betrayal, age gap (12 years apart), mention of alcohol problems, suicide mention, murder, reader is bent on destroying her mother's life, false imprisonment, hoseok prevents the reader from eating and punishes her physically, smut, everyone is troublesome. Not all warnings fit this chapter.

English isn't my native language so please excuse me if I make any grammatical errors and feel free to let me know.

A/N: hey! i'm really insecure about this story, but i hope you like it. this first chapter is really short, because my intention is to introduce the characters, the environment and the reader's point of view. the next ones will be longer and better. i promise!

MAIN MASTERLIST

PART I PART II PART III

Lying face down on the mattress, you have your lower lip between your teeth in an attempt to contain the erotic noises that escape your mouth each time the tip of his cock makes contact with your sensitive clit and rubbing all over your soaked core.

— I'll go slowly, so relax.— despite being aware that the promise whispered in your ear will not be fulfilled, you mumble an "ok" and he smiles slutty against your neck and deposits a gentle kiss afterwards.— Just stays quiet, all right? You don't want to wake up your mommy, do you?— he teases and you can't help but smirk at the possibility, but you don't want her to come in here right now. It's all too good to be interrupted now.

What would her reaction be to find you in this so…inappropriate position with the man who two months ago promised her undying love? How would she feel? Would she cry over one more failed relationship? Would she beat you up and kick you out of the house? How fast was she going to replace him? Would the new one be that much younger than her? Would it take him long to give in to your teasing, just like Seokjin and Alex? Or would he be a desperate motherfucker just like Louis? Maybe you would have to use a method other than seducing him to get him to leave, just like you did with Namjoon? Or rather, would he be like Hoseok and initiate the provocations? There are so many possibilities.

The countless questions in your head are interrupted when you feel his glans forcing your narrow entrance, which causes a little annoyance, but nothing that overshadows the pleasure you feel right now. This pleasure generated not only by his precise movements, which hit every right point inside your pussy, driving you crazy; but also the fact that all this shit is so wrong and yet it's such a hot scene.

Will the camera hidden on your dresser be able to capture all the essence of that moment? Are the lighting and angle good? You expect so, after all, you want your mother to have a good experience when watching tomorrow.

The next morning, you wake up later than usual. Your aching body wasn't enough to shake the pride-laden smile on your face. You left the room still in your pajamas, not even bothering to try to hide the countless marks caused by his teeth, ready for breakfast.

Such was your surprise to find only Hoseok sitting at the table drinking coffee while reading the newspaper. He's dressed in casual clothes rather than the smart suits he wears to work and, unlike usual, he doesn't seem to be in a hurry to get out.

You can't help but think he looks cute with this more homely look.

— Good morning!— he says, still staring at the news.

— Where's my mother?— you ignore the greeting, crossing your arms in a questioning pose.

He makes a slight confused face and then laughs, as if you've asked the dumbest question ever. However, the laughter ceases to see that you are serious.

— On the plane, I think.— he answers nonchalantly.— I dropped her off at the airport three hours ago.

[blu-joons]

When You Surprise Them By Using Korean ~ Seventeen Reaction

S.Coups:

You didn’t know what to do as you opened up your present for Seungcheol, who had somehow managed to find the perfect gift to celebrate your birthday.

A smile of relief hit him as you chuckled in delight as you opened your present. “We can take it back if it’s not the right one too.”

“사랑해 (I love you),” was all that you could say, stunned by how thoughtful Seungcheol was.

His mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out as he registered what it was that you had said. “You love me?” He questioned, unsure whether he was dreaming or not.

“Of course, how can I not love you when you do something like this.”

“I love you too,” he replied.

Your side nudged gently into his, “that’s the only present that I need for my birthday this year, nothing else could top what you’ve done for me already.”

“It must suck then that I’ve got so many other surprises lined up for you today,” he replied, “or shall I get rid of them?”

“No way, I want all the surprises, promise.”

Jeonghan:

The sound of your laughter was like music to Jeonghan’s ears as he looked around to try and figure out whereabouts you were whilst running around with the boys.

As soon as he found you, he reached out for your hand to check up on you. “Are you enjoying yourself?” Jeonghan asked you.

“재미있다 (It’s fun),” you replied, reusing the phrase that you had overheard Mingyu saying earlier.

As you tried to run away, Jeonghan pulled you back, unable to ignore what you had just said. “You spoke Korean,” he whispered in disbelief, stunned by how confident you were.

“Is that alright? I was just trying to practice what I’d heard the boys say.”

“it’s amazing,” he assured you.

You smiled back to Jeonghan, shaking your head at his huge grin, “you looked for a second like you had no idea what I was saying, I got it right, didn’t I?”

“You did,” Jeonghan spoke, “I was just stunned to hear you speaking Korean, I think it’s the first time you’ve used it.”

“The first of many times I hope too.”

Joshua:

You were terrified as Joshua took a hold of your hand and led you through the restaurant to where several of his friends were already sat waiting for you to arrive.

You hung back as Joshua greeted them all before turning his attention to you. “Guys, this is Y/N,” he smiled, allowing you to step forwards.

“안녕하세요 (Hello),” you told them all, waving shyly as you tried to work out who everyone was.

They all waved back to you, pointing to the two free chairs at the table. “Has Joshua been teaching you the lingo?” One of his friends asked you as you sat yourselves down together.

“He’s been teaching me a couple of bits here and there, I’m not great.”

“Yes, you are,” he encouraged.

You smiled back to Joshua as he spoke up, “I’m lucky to have a very patient teacher when it comes to learning Korean, without Joshua I wouldn’t know a single thing.”

“There’s plenty still to learn yet,” Joshua reminded you, “but at the rate you’re going, you’ll pick it up no problem.”

“No pressure, you make me sound too good.”

Jun:

Your heart raced as Junhui appeared on the screen, waving straight away, relieved to finally get the chance to see you after weeks apart whilst on the road on tour.

His heart was full too as he watched you, glad to see that you were healthy, “I miss you,” he spoke straight away, wanting you to know.

“보고 싶어요 (I miss you),” you responded, giggling as the expression on Junhui’s face dropped.

A chuckle came from Junhui as he figured what you had said. “I was about to ask you what you’ve been up to whilst I’ve been gone, but I think you might have just answered it already.”

“I’ve been studying a lot with all of this time on my hands living alone.”

“You sound good,” he cheered.

You were relieved to hear Junhui speak, pushing your notepad to one side. “I’ve been learning a few other phrases if you want to hear them, only if you have the time?”

“Of course,” he responded straight away, keen to hear what else you had been learning, “I’ve got plenty of time.”

“I might not be perfect, but I’ll try.”

Hoshi:

Nervous eyes watched over you as Soonyoung watched you take your first bite of his mother’s cooking that he had bought back to you after visiting his parents.

He looked nowhere else as he watched you take a bite from what was on your chopsticks. “No pressure, but what’s your thoughts?”

“맛있어요 (It tastes good),” you replied, humming in delight at how delicious the food was.

Soonyoung chuckled back at you, taking a mouthful for himself too. “My mum was so worried that you wouldn’t like it, her cooking can be very traditional sometimes for foreigners.”

“No, this is incredible, she might have to make this for me again soon.”

“She won’t mind,” he laughed.

You continued to feast from the container that was between you both, “so, if your mum is such a good cook, how come the genes haven’t been passed onto you?”

“I’m rubbish in the kitchen,” Soonyoung scoffed, “you might even be able to make this dish better than I can Y/N.”

“I’ll have to get the recipe one day.”

Wonwoo:

Your smile grew as soon as you opened up your gift from Wonwoo, holding up the item to show off your first piece of Seventeen merch to wear on the upcoming tour.

As you held it up against you, Wonwoo knew that it couldn’t have been more perfect. “What do you think?” He asked as he sat down beside you.

“좋아요 (I like it),” you informed him, keeping the hoodie against you to be able to admire.

As you spoke, you didn’t realise what you’d said until Wonwoo’s frame stiffened and turned to face you. “Say what you just said again,” he requested, making sure that he was right.”

“What? I just said that I like the hoodie, but you already know that.”

“That’s not it,” he sniggered.

Your smile widened, knowing exactly what he was referring to. “You mean the Korean? It’s no big deal,” you tried to dismiss it, but Wonwoo wouldn’t let you.

“I love how much effort you’re putting into Korean,” he informed you, “I hope you know how much I appreciate it too.”

“Of course, your smile gives that away.”

Woozi:

You were stunned as Jihoon finished playing you the demo for the latest track that he was working on after you showed up to surprise him at work for the afternoon.

He took off his headphones before spinning around in his chair to face you, “it’s not the finished product, but it’s getting there.”

“잘 들린다 (It sounds great),” you complimented with a wide smile on your face, calming Jihoon.

It was all that he needed to hear, nodding his head back at you. “You’re the first person that’s listened to this, if you didn’t like it, I don’t know what I would have done.”

“I’ve never listened to anything that you’ve created and not liked it.”

“Really?” Jihoon asked in surprise.

Your head nodded straight away, “you might want to be humble about how talented you are, but I’ll always be there to hype you up somewhere Jihoon.”

“Do you know the Korean to hype me up?” He teased, chuckling quietly as your head shook in reply to his question.

“I’m sure that I can learn it though.”

DK:

Your eyes lit up as you finished watching the new music video of the boys’ comeback single, looking across to Seokmin with a wide smile, as in awe of them all as ever.

The reaction that you gave was exactly what he had hoped for, smiling across at you. “What did you think?” He asked, a little nervously.

“박수 clap),” you cheered, clapping your hands together as you’d seen others do before.

The smile on his face grew as soon as you spoke, “you remembered what I taught you,” he noted, picking up on your use of Korean straight away, “I thought you’d forget it.”

“I mean it is the name of one of your songs too, I have to remember.”

“I’m so impressed,” he smiled.

Your head shook back at Seokmin, “I bet you’re not as impressed with me as I am with that song, your voice sounded incredible, but then again, it always does.”

“Thank you,” Seokmin honestly responded, wrapping his arm around your frame, “for just everything I suppose.”

“I should be the one thanking you.”

Mingyu:

You could hear in his voice that Mingyu was struggling as he carried yet another box of yours up the stairs and into your apartment as he continued to help you move in.

His weight was all over the place as he walked through the front door, “Y/N, where do you want this one?” He asked, desperate to put it down.

“여기 (here),” you told him, pointing to the spot just underneath the window ledge for the box.

As he placed the box down, Mingyu’s eyes continued to look across at you with a wide smile on his face. “Did you just say what I think you said?” He quizzed, keen to make sure.

“What do you think I said? You might have misheard behind the box.”

“You spoke Korean,” he laughed.

As your head nodded back at him, Mingyu threw his arm around you. “I just wanted to see if I could use what I’d learnt so far in the right context, did I get it right?”

“You got it perfect,” he hummed, impressed by how well you’d done, “you’ll be fluent in no time if you carry on.”

“Maybe one word at a time, fluency is far off yet.”

The8:

Your smile was all that you had as you walked into the studio, feeling twelve pairs of eyes looking across at you as Minghao introduced you to all of the members of the group.

You were terrified as each one of them introduced themselves. “We’ve been looking forward to meeting you,” Seungcheol told you.

“반갑습니다 (nice to meet you),” you replied, looking to Minghao to make sure you’d got it right.”

The boys were instantly impressed as you spoke, applauding you. “Has Minghao been teaching you?” Junhui asked, only for you both to shake your heads in reply to his question.

“I had no idea that Y/N had been learning even a bit of Korean.”

“I’m a beginner,” you admitted.

As the room fell silent, you could feel Minghao still looking across at you. “When did you learn that? How much more Korean do you know that you’ve kept secret?”

“Not a lot, I just wanted to learn one thing to try and impress them,” you told him, “do you think that they liked it?”

“Definitely, and I love that you’re trying too.”

Seungkwan:

You found yourself backed into a corner as Seungkwan kept stepping towards you with his hands out, ready to tickle your sides as soon as he managed to get his hands on you.

As you pleaded with him to not do it, his smile continued to grow. “I’ll give you one chance to say something to stop me from tickling you.”

“하지마 (Don’t do it),” you called out, holding your hands out ready to push Seungkwan away.

Luckily for you though, as you looked up, his hands were back by his sides. “Well, I wasn’t expecting you to speak Korean,” he scoffed, admitting defeat as you spoke up.

“I knew the right time would come along for me to practice.”

“You nailed it,” he huffed.

You raised your arms up in victory, “and now you can’t tickle me either,” you reminded him, not letting your guard down in case Seungkwan snuck up on you.

“I won’t tickle,” he promised, holding his hands up in defence, “I can’t argue with that, you definitely won this one.”

“Remind me to use Korean more often.”

Vernon:

Your shoulders shrugged as Vernon asked you a question in Korean as he continued to help you practice, speaking far too quickly for you to have a chance to understand.

Vernon placed the cue card down as you looked to him, “that one was an easy one,” he told you, trying to figure out what to do.

“한번 더 (One more time),” you then spoke, surprising yourself by how easily it came to you.

Vernon’s eyes went wide as you spoke too, looking to you questionably. “How did you manage to say that without being prompted? Have you got it written down somewhere?”

“It’s just one of those phrases that I think must have stuck with me.”

“This is crazy,” Vernon laughed.

Your shoulders shrugged once again, equally as confused as Vernon was. “I don’t quite know where that came from, but I seem to have remembered that phrase.”

“How can you remember something like that, but when I just asked you what a dog was, you didn’t know,” Vernon chuckled.

“I must just pick up on certain things.”

Dino:

His eyes were on you as Chan watched you take a sip out of your coffee mug, nervously making sure that he had managed to get the right order and surprise you with your favourite drink.

It felt like time had slowed as he watched you bring the cup up, and then back down again. “How is it?” He asked you nervously with a smile.

“최고 (the best),” you responded, giving Chan a thumbs up, “you’ve got my order spot on.”

It took a moment for Chan to process what you had said, realising exactly what you had started your sentence with. “Look at you using Korean,” Chan teased, pressing his hands together proudly.

“I told you that I’d been practicing, even if it is only the very basics.”

“It still impressive,” he encouraged.

You smiled back at how supportive Chan was of you, “there’s still a lot to learn, but if you’re learning about me and my coffee orders, I can learn about you.”

“You know that if you ever need any help, you can ask me, right?” Chan asked you, “I’d be more than happy to help.”

“I do, I know you’d be the best teacher too.”

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Masterlist

all translations were made using google translate for consistency, brackets are what was entered into translate. If any are wrong then please take it up with larry page, thank you!

[sunatooru]

hi hello can i request a scenario/drabble for tsukishima, kuroo, oikawa, and akaashi with a fem!so who fainted during their heated argument? their argument would be about s/o being clingy and needy, and always talking and being noisy; turns out the reason she fainted was because of the fever she had early in the morning but didn't tell them about it in order not to be a 'bother' or 'nuisance'... then her fever got really worse during the argument and faints. *cue their boyfriends feeling like shit for all the rude things they said*

i am in need of some angst🪆

Sorry it took so long (I’ve had this since March 😭) but I hope it fills your angst need x

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Warning: angst/comfort, gn!Reader, post Timeskip spoilers …are they dramatic?Yes

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Tsukishima

It was rare you got to spend time with your boyfriend. Especially as he juggled working and playing volleyball. You wouldn’t miss the chance to be with him for a whole day, even if you woke up feeling like your head was being hammered.

You stayed wrapped around his arm, happily joining him on the sofa. You move to wrap your arms around his torso but he pushes your attempt away. You blink at him in confusion and try again, but fail when he stops you once more.

“Keiii, I want to cuddle..” you pout and he scoffs.

“What’s wrong with you? I finally get a day to relax and instead, I have you clinging to me and being annoying.” He glares at you, making you pull back and your throat tighten.

“I-“ you get cut off

“You what? You’re always trying to push yourself on me. It’s suffocating!” He gets up and walks towards the bedroom, you hot on his heels.

“Kei, can you please be a little quieter? All I want is to spend some time with you…you’re always so busy…” you defend but he kisses his teeth.

“Exactly. I’m always busy, so can you just let me chill out? I don’t need you whining in my ear and having you on me all the time! God, it’s like you need to annoy me!” He shouts at you.

You swallow harshly. Your chest feeling tight as his words ring in your ear. Your head pounding as you feel yourself heat up.

“Kei…I-I don’t…” you try to reach for him but he moves.

“Did you not just hear what I s- hey..hey!” You feel yourself lean forward as your eyes close.

You wake up when you feel something cool on your forehead, opening your eyes slowly to see Kei next to you.

“Kei…”

“Are you okay? You just fainted out of nowhere…why…and I said all those thing-“ you grab his hand.

“I wasn’t feeling well in the morning…I tried to push it away to spend time with you…” he looks at you guiltily, sighing and cupping your hands.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said. You’re not suffocating…everyday I come home, I can’t wait to see you. I don’t know why I said that…I’ve just been so overwhelmed and I took it out on you. I’m sorry baby. ” He confesses.

“I love you so much…I don’t even deserve you.” He whispers, biting his tongue as he looks at you.

“Hmm, I love you too…it’s okay. Can you just hold me, please.” You give him a small smile and he wraps you around him.

Kuroo

It’s that time of year where deadlines need to be met. You watch him scribble on papers and pull at his hair. You could see how tense he was and decided to bring him something hot to sip on.

“Tetsu, you need a break.” You slowly make your way into the room, carrying a hot mug and small snack.

“Can’t. Got to finish finalising the contract.” He informs, crossing out lines and writing again.

You huff and approach him, struggling to find a place to set the tray due to his messy desk.

“Come on. You need to atleast drink something, you’ve been at it for hours now. “ you press, causing him to clench his jaw.

He slams his pen against the desk, startling you before he faces you.

“I just said I need to finish this contract. Of course I’ve been working on it for hours. It’s important. You’ve been coming in and out of the room and disturbing me! I’m busy trying to do my job and you can’t even leave me alone for a few hours? Stop being so clingy all the time!” He fumes, eyes glaring at you as he starts to stand up.

You feel you mouth go dry as his words echo, your vision starting to fade as he finally stands, a rush taking over that you drop the tray. A loud smash of the mug rings in your ear.

“Are you serious- babe! What’s- babe!” Is the last thing you hear before your vision goes black.

You stir when you feel movement besides you. Slowly opening your eyes to see his leg bouncing nervously. He notices you looking and instantly grabs your hand.

“Have you not been eating? Were you waiting for me? Fuck! You fainted, I- what happened?” He rambles, eyes filled with regret.

“I felt a fever in the morning but I didn’t want to tell you because I knew how important your contract was.” You mumble, avoiding his eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, babe. I was so stressed and occupied with the deal that I forgot about you and said so many regrettable things. Please, I didn’t mean anything I said. You’re not clingy. I love that you’re always watching over me. I promise, I’ll take more care. Of you and me.” He apologises, bring your hand up to kiss it.

“Here drink this.” He hands you a mug, your eyes widening as your remember the one you dropped.

“I cleaned it, don’t worry. I’m sorry. Let’s just get you feeling better, okay. The contract can wait. You’re more important.” You give him a small smile and nod.

He stays besides you until you persuade him you’re better. He kisses and hugs you until you’re both laughing like before.

Oikawa

You always told each other where you were going before leaving. It was something you did for safety. Yet, recently he’d been leaving before you wake up and coming home late. You reasoned it was probably for the upcoming game. The game that would makes his dream come true. But it did hurt that that one routine had started to break.

You had woken up to your head pounding. Your body feeling hotter than usual and the bed empty for another morning. You attempt to shake it off and go on with the day.

You’re surprised when the door open around midday and see Tooru drop his bag.

“Tooru! You’re home!” You run up to hug him but he stops you.

“Sorry, I’m just really sweaty right now.” He kisses your forehead and runs towards the bathroom.

You smile to yourself, quickly fixing lunch, in hopes you would both enjoy together. But instead, you hear him run down and reach for the door again.

“Tooru, where are you going?” You stop him, confusion on your face.

“Ah I just need to go out again. You know the game and practice.” He states grabbing his bag.

“But you just got home. Look, I made you lunch too. You can practice tomorrow. I barely see you recently! You don’t even tell when you’re leaving…” you shout.

“No! I need to go. I need to practice more. I can’t be with you all the time, every day. You’re so needy. Can’t you see how important this is for me? What? I can’t even leave my own house without telling you?” He yells in frustration.

“That’s not the problem. You- you’re not even caring about your health. I just want to make sure you’re okay!” You feel yourself burn up again.

You get closer to him, hands shivering as you feel weak.

“Listen I’m going to training! Don’t wait-“ he’s walking out the door but you reach for him, collapsing against his back.

You hear mumbling and groan as you open your eyes.

“Tooru…” you call out and he’s there in a heartbeat.

“Do you know how high your temperature was? You were burning up! And then you fainted and I-I didn’t know what happening and god if anything happened to you I would never forgive myself.” He cries, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“I’m okay..” you whisper but he shakes his head.

“No you’re not. Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?” He says, hurt.

“I don’t want to me a nuisance…and you haven’t really been here so I tried to shake off in the morning.” You reply.

“Since morning… please forgive me, baby. Please. I know I’ve been neglecting you and if I was here then you wouldn’t be feeling like this. I’m sorry for what I said. I know i can’t take it back but I wish I could, because it’s not true. You’re not needy. I’m just an idiot who keeps forgetting to appreciate you. Baby, I’m sorry for hurting you.” He sniffles, sitting next to you and pulling you into him.

“Tooru, you’ll get sick too.” You stress but he holds you tighter.

“Just a few more minutes. I’ve missed you too. I promise I won’t leave you and take care of you. Forever.” He kisses you deeply.

Akaashi

The best way you decided to get rid of the fever you woke up with, was to distract yourself doing anything else. You organised yourself desk, bed and even laundry. You could feel yourself getting warmer again and decide to find your boyfriend.

He’s in his study carefully editing a new clients work. He’s usually calm and collected but he’s been on edge due to the pressure from his boss. You watch him take off his glasses and rub his tired eyes. You sigh and walk in.

“Hi darling!” You say cheerfully, only to get a less enthusiastic response.

“You’ve been stuck to the desk the whole day. Come on, talk to me a bit. Think of it as a little break.” You wrap your arms around him from behind.

“I’m almost done. We can talk after.” He whispers.

“Keijiii, I’m so bored please. Plus you need to take some rest. Let’s just talk about something, like I don’t know, where we should travel to? Or maybe anything interesting that happened at work? Come on, I want to spend time with -“ you’re cut off by his stern voice.

“Gosh, why are you so talkative? I’m trying to focus on something and you keep talking and being noisy after I said we can talk later. It’s like you’re trying to annoy me on purpose!” He scrunches his fists and huffs.

“I-I’m just trying to look out for you. You know you need a break too. Don’t yell at me! Sorry I’m so talkative and trying to engage with my boyfriend, who clearly thinks I’m annoying.” You choke out, feeling a little woozy as you start to leave.

“Love, wait! I didn’t mean it…”

“Whatever…I should’ve just stayed in bed-“ you feel your eyes getting heavy, and your knees feeling weak.

“Y/n!”

You wake up a few minutes later to him wiping your face softly. You try to get up but he stops you.

“Easy, let me help.” You can hear the guilt in his voice as he sets your pillow.

“I’m sorry for shouting at you. I let my frustrations take over and put it on you. I want you to know that, I didn’t mean what I said. I should’ve paid more attention and seen you weren’t feeling well.” He fidgets with his hands, scared to look at you.

“Your words hurt, Keiji. Even if you were frustrated, just please take some breaks. You’re going to burnout if you don’t.” You cup his hands and he finally looks up.

“I know. I know, I’ll do better and listen to you. How do you feel?” He presses his hands to both your foreheads.

“Better now that you’re here.”

[acewithapaintbrush]

Listen, I don't really like Abuela. All that generational trauma aside, I think she got off too lightly. A hug doesn't fix everything, a hug doesn't erase pushing away your granddaughter for 10 years, doesn't erase more or less casting off your own son ("Bruno didn't care about this family!" Like what? Where did that even come from? You don't know why he left he could have been dead for all you know).

That being said, I can also imagine her trying to be better but not being very good at it at first. Most of her attempts are just... sad to be honest.

Missing the mark by a mile.

But she tries at least.

Like with Bruno and his rats.

(This started as a drabble but I can’t write short stuff to save my life and so more under the cut. (Disclaimer: I don’t share Abuelas views on rats, I think they are rad cool!)

Alma loves her son. She loves her Brunito just the way he is, with his... oddities and everything, no matter what the voice in her head that sounds suspiciously like her dear Pedro accuses her of.

She loves Bruno, she just doesn't understand him.

Like the thing with his rats?

Why does he care about them so much? They are vermin, dirty and disease ridden.

She could understand if he had grown a fondness for them inside the walls, alone and probably about to go insane without something to talk to. 

("Don't think about it too much, Alma", she tells herself. 

"You should never stop thinking about it" her Pedro whispers in her ear)

But they had always been his companions. He'd always had a knack for finding these things and befriending them.

It got really bad after he - at the age of 8 - had found that abandoned nest full of pink baby rats. Nine small beings, almost starved, probably more dead than alive at that point. He had found them through a vision, something that had enraged Alma back then. What a pointless use of his gift that was! He should help the townspeople, not some rodents. She had told him to get rid of them but in a rare show of nerves he had disobeyed her, had hidden them away in his room and nursed them back to health without her knowing.

Only six of the nine had survived in the end but those six critters wouldn't leave her sons side after that.

When Alma found out about his deception she tried to get rid of them herself. They were big and healthy now, no reason why her son should try to stop her, no reason why he should cry and beg as she gathered them in a box and brought them to a field outside of town and set them free.

No reason at all, in her opinion.

But by the next day they were back! Riding in his unruly hair (her Pedro's hair!) and hiding under his clothes.

Alma had been furious with her son, convinced that he had gone out and brought them back but he'd promised that he didn't.

"They came back on their own." he'd said, stroking the biggest of the rats.

"I think they like me." he had whispered with such a look of wonder and wistfullness on his face that it had thrown Alma for a loop.

She had tried a few more times but they always came back, no matter how far away she brought them.

After a while she decided to just wait. Rats didn't live forever after all. They would die and the problem would solve itself.

But they didn't die. Worse yet, they seemed to multiply over the years.

Her Bruno did his best to hide them from her, would try to keep the most of them in his room but she would hear them chittering away under his poncho, burrowing into his hair like it was their personal nest.

It was disgusting but Alma seemed to be the only one who thought so.

Her usually so well behaved Julieta would sometimes sneak her brother some of the food she had made for the town when one of the rats was hurt, no matter how often Alma scolded her about that. That food was for the town, not... dirty vermin.

And her Pepa, who liked all things pretty and sparkly and once caused a hurricane because her new dress got dirty seemed oddly accepting when it came to Bruno and his rats.

She didn't play with them or pet them but she also never minded Bruno bringing them along for their games and never asked him to put them away when he fed them during dinner.

It was a mystery to Alma, a scratch in their otherwise perfectly acceptable personalities.

She started to resent those rats. The older Bruno got, the more he pulled away from them all, but especially her. Back in the good old days he would come to his Mama when he was sad. Now he retreated into a corner of the house, whispering to the rats as if they understood him. While little Bruno would clutch his mother's dress when the townspeople gave him sidelong glances (not nice glances, Alma now realized, much too late), nowadays he would pull one of the rats out of his pockets and clutch at that, holding it close to his heart.

Like he used to hold his mother close to his heart once.

Alma just didn't understand.

She didn't really want to understand and instead of trying she let her resentment for these animals fester. Failed to see, that they didn't pull her son away but that rather she pushed him away, every day a little bit more.

It festered and festered and festered until it all fell apart one day.

They had all been in the kitchen. The children, teenagers now really, sitting at the table with their schoolwork and Alma sweeping the floors with an old broom.

The kids hat bickered good naturedly, the sun was shining through the windows, making the dust Alma was sweeping glitter prettily in the light.

It was a wonderful day and Alma had been in a good mood, humming under her breath when her son suddenly perked up.

"Hernando! Where have you been?"

A rat was running over the tiles, right for her son, her son who was smiling wide and happy, the first time she had seen her son smiling that day (that week? that month?) and a sudden spike of annoyance shot through Alma at that moment.

The Pedro in her head called it jealousy, even now over 30 years later but Alma refused to acknowledge that. She wasn't jealous of a rodent!

She was annoyed, so so so annoyed because these dirty little paws were skittering over her freshly sweeped floor.

Without really thinking about it, and oh, she should have thought about it, she wished she had thought about it long and hard before acting, she raised the broom over her head, determined to strike that vermin down, solving at least one of the problems, right there and then, once and for all.

Had she thought about what she was about to do, she would have been horrified. She didn’t kill! Even all those years ago she had brought those rats outside alive. Killing them had never even crossed her mind before that fateful day. 

Hours later, in her room, staring at her candle, not blinking once, she was able to convince herself that she hadn’t really wanted to kill that rat. She just wanted to spook it a bit, to scare it away. A broom to that little skull wouldn’t have killed it, surely. Rats were resilient little things. It would have been fine.

“You know better!” Pedro hissed in her ear. “You know what would have happened!”

It didn’t happen. 

Not because Alma came to her senses and stopped.

It didn’t happen because that was the first time Casita acted against her.

Her ears still ringing from her childrens shouts of “Mama!” and “Please no!” Alma was about to strike down when the tiles beneath her feet startet to shudder and groan. Suddenly they moved backwards, janking her with them. She lost her balance and fell backwards, broom and all, and landed painfully on her rear. Today, that fall would have broken her hip. Back then it merely bruised and humiliated her.

She rubbed her back, disoriented and only noticed the silence when it was broken by a sob so loud, she thought her ears would start to bleed. Alma looked up to see Bruno, holding the unharmed rat in his arms, tears streaming down his face and staring at her with a look in his eyes, that she would never forget. 

No mother could ever forget a look like that.

She averted her eyes and concentrated on the crack on the floor her fall and the moving tiles had created. She sat there and started at it, long after Bruno had run from the room, his sisters following him without even asking their mother if she was alright. She stared at it for a long time, wondering why Casita wasn’t fixing it until she grew cold on the floor and got up to retreat to her room, her eyes not meeting Pedros portrait on the stairs.

She forgot about that crack soon. It was still there but it was small and unassuming and all too easy to ignore.

If she hadn’t, maybe she would have remembered that crack over 30 years later. Maybe she would have realized that that was the first one. 

The first crack.

That day, in that kitchen, is where it all started to go wrong.

*******

She had apologized later. Of course she had.

Her Bruno had accepted the apology. Of course he had.

But he had never looked at her the same. He had never lost that new nervousness around her, never stopped watching her every move like she was a snake about to strike.

If that incident had accomplished one good thing, it was that her Brunito was a lot more careful to keep his rats out of her sight at all times. After that day she barely saw them anymore and if she did catch a glimpse he would practically jump to scoop them up and away.

And soon enough other things demanded her attention. Her daughters and their suitors and soon after that the first grandchildren.

Despite everything, she had thought a lot about Bruno during the 10 years he had been gone but she hadn’t really thought about his rats, her mind shied away from them for some reason.

Still, she was less surprised than she should have been to see them again when her Brunito finally returned to them. To realize, that they had never left him (he had never left them! he had never abandoned them like he’d abandoned his own mother!).

They were easy to ignore during the rebuilding. Bruno kept them near or asked Antonio (who stayed away from the heavy lifting most of the time) to keep an eye on them, probably scared to death that they would get crushed or trampled under all those people milling around.

And then Casita came back and life slowly returned to normal. Well, a new normal, with more breaks and more room for the things the Madrigals wanted to do instead of things the town needed them to do. The town took to the changed dynamics with grace and even a strange kind of naive enthusiasm, like kids that were finally allowed to do things on their own. Alma was glad the town adapted so well and also very proud but the change was hard for her. 

Her first impuls upon seeing Luisa sitting under a tree with a book in her hand was still to scold the girl for her laziness and to send her into town to see if anyone needed her help. Thankfully she managed to reign herself in most of the times and when she failed, Mirabel was right there, reminding her that things were “different” now.

Alma tries, she really does! But “change” had always been a red flag to her. Change means having to leave your home in the middle of the night. Change means, having to watch the love of your life die way too young. 

She craves routine. She wants things to stay the same. There is safety in boring routine that the younger generation just doesn’t understand.

So when a rat runs between her feet as she is one afternoon alone in the kitchen, sweeping, her first thought is “Some things never change” and it actually brings her comfort.

The rat stops and stares at her, nose and whiskers twitching. Does she imagine its resemblance to that rat from back then? Probably. They all look the same to her. 

She still doesn’t like them but she has made a point about not glaring at them either. Her reward is a Bruno that seems to relax around her more and more every day. 

Nonetheless, those beady little eyes unnerve her.

“Why are you still here?” she asks, not so much the rat itself since she doubts it will answer. “Why are you still with my Brunito?”

“Because they love him!”

Alma whirls around and grasps her chest. 

“Tonito! You scared your Abuela!”

Antonio has the grace to look apologetic. “Lo siento, Abuela!”

Alma sighs and side eyes the rat that is still staring at her. “Love him? Did they tell you that?”

“Uh-huh!” Antonio crouches down in front of the rat. He doesn’t touch it though. He never plays with or touches them unless he was able to ask his Tio first. “He saved their GreatGreatGreatGreat... well, many Great Abuelas and Abuelos once and their family has been with him ever since. They love him a lot!”

Alma blanks for a minute. These rats are the offspring of those flea-ridden half dead rats from back then? Alma feels like slapping her own forehead like she has seen Felix do a lot. Of course they are! All this time she hadn’t even thought about that but now it seems obvious. Rats don’t get 40 years old! How could she not have realized? Growing old in a magical home must have skewered her sense of what is normal more that she had thought. 

“You know Abulea? They have been with him soooooo long. They are his familia too, aren’t they? Lucky Tio Bruno!”

Alma clutches the broom tighter. The rat is still staring at her, like it knows. Like it knows what she almost did all those years ago to its ancestor. To her sons family.

“Please don’t tell Antonio” she pleads silently. “He would never forgive me.”

The rat doesn’t move.

“Antonio, have you seen- AH! There you are Rosalie. Where have you-”

Bruno stops in the doorway, staring wide eyed between his Mama, the rat and the broom.

She can see it clear as day. The panic in his eyes, the way his heart must race at the sight he is facing because he never forgot. Of course he never forgot.

Her first knee-jerk reaction is, of course again, annoyance. 

Does he think she will do it again? Didn’t she apologize back then? Hasn’t she apologized a lot recently? Sometimes it feels like all she is doing anymore is apologizing, to everyone. Can’t anyone see that she tries? Can’t they see that she changed?

When would the apologies be enough?

She looks down at that dirty, fat, disgusting rat and deflates.

Family.

Can you ever apologize enough for hurting someones family? Can you ever truly be forgiven for that?

God, she hopes so. She prays.

Alma turnes away from the rat, from those judging eyes and pretends she doesn’t hear her son frantically knock against the door before dashing to his rat to scoop  it her up as soon as her back is turned.

“Guess Rosalie smells the cheese Isabela brought home yesterday.” she says and pretends not to care. Pretends that her heart isn’t still breaking over all the things she lost in this kitchen all those years ago. “Why don’t you take a little for you and your fa- friends.”

She can hear Tonito begging his Tio to let him help with the feeding, can hear her son saying “Ok, but only a little or they’ll get too fat” and she even hears Rosalie squeak at that, as if offended. 

Alma meanwhile keeps sweeping, keeps blinking tears away, not turning around, not aknowledging the sounds behind her. 

When something brushes her back, just for a second and feather light, she pretends that it was a hand. Maybe even a hand reaching out in forgiveness and not just simple graditude. 

She is good at pretending. 

**** Ok first of all, english is not my first language so please ignore weird commas and stuff. 

I named that rat after Hernando because Hernando fixes the cracks and Rat-Hernando was the reason for the first crack. Symbolism Baby!

And also, I don’t think the cracks started with MIrabels ceremony, I think they started way earlier because that whole family needed therapy waaaay earlier.

Maybe I’ll upload this to ao3, let’s see how the reception goes.

[meetmymouth]

ooh I think #7 and #17 from the blurb list would fit very well together! if you want!

THANK YOU LINDS <3<3

prompt list here, send a number!!

#7 If we both want to fit, we’ll have to cuddle

#17 Sleeping in the same bed for the first time

THIS IS 3K IM SORRY I COULDN'T HELP MYSELF SO PLEASE REBLOG LMAOOOOOO!!!!!

"This is my room," comes a gruff voice behind you as you keep looking out the window, taking in the greenery and the beautiful ocean.

See, you knew he would be here.

You knew, because Harry and Mitch were attached at the hip, and you didn't mind. You didn't mind seeing your ex every time you were invited to hang out with MitchandSarah & co, except when said ex decided to be an evil arsehole.

Perhaps, calling him an "ex" was weird, seeing how your time alone only consisted of you both getting high, mostly naked as he whispered the filthiest things in your ear and promised to make you feel good, be the best you've ever had. Other than that, though, he was an insufferable bastard. Since you never hung out with the man without your friends around–getting rat-arsed and high... and the activities that followed aside–, you didn't know if he was always this annoying.

He seemed to be getting along just fine with the others, especially Sarah and the other girls, so you had no problems scratching off the "women hater" off your list. And you can't ever recall him being this insufferable while you both were fucking which was, in his case, miserable. So, it was definitely annoying. You weren't that interested in him to think that he was being mean because he was secretly in love with you. That was a myth, a pathetic myth, wasn't it? No, you wouldn't steep that low. He was just an arse, full stop.

You turn around with an eye-roll, and within seeing his face, you nearly clench your fists like a ten-year-old. "Do you live here?" You ask, hoping the boring expression on your face is also detectable in your tone.

It's certainly not a surprise when Harry scoffs.

"I don't, but I picked this room first. Since, you know," he looks around, and walks further into the room, finally stopping at the feet of the bed. "You were late. As per."

"Oh fuck off. This isn't summer camp. Besides, I don't see any of your shit around. The room was empty when I arrived."

"If you bothered to look inside the wardrobe..."

Seriously, you find yourself thinking, how the fuck did you ever end up with this man. Naked.

There's a commotion downstairs, so you both turn to the door, but much to your dismay, there's no one coming to check up on you and hopefully, save you from Harry Styles' pathetic gob.

You turn towards the window again, eyes squinting briefly at the last bits of sunshine that's glinting from between the branches.

"Well. You shouldn't have left then. You weren't here when I arrived."

Harry shakes his head, and you swear you can see his nostrils flaring if you look carefully. Though, you just watch him with a smug smile on your face as he walks to the wardrobe and pulls open the white doors. True to his word, his clothes are there, perfectly folded, and for a moment you feel a pang of guilt before you look back up at his face and see the furrowed eyebrows.

"See. My clothes. I'm sure Sarah will sort it out for you, find you another room or summat."

"There's only three bedrooms. Can't sleep with a pregnant woman and her boyfriend, can I?"

"What about Rachel and David? Aren't you best friend's with her?"

"Harry, you're ridiculous. Just–" you wipe the sweat off of your forehead, feeling yourself grow hotter and hotter each passing minute. "–just sleep on the sofa. This is my first vacation this year. You go on holidays every week or so. Let us commoners have this."

"Oh, please. Didn't you have a girls weekend getaway or whatever the fuck in Soho Farmhouse two weeks ago?"

You can't help the scoff that leaves your mouth, and a raised eyebrow follows. "How do you know about that?"

"Because," he rolls his eyes, and slams the wardrobe shut. "You post seven hundred stories every day."

"You're a stalker."

"You sleep on the sofa."

You smirk, noticing how he avoided your previous statement.

To be fair, you hated posting on your story. Though, knowing Harry followed you on Instagram made posting on there fun, and seeing his username on the list of who watched your stories pop up at the very top every single time whenever you posted a story almost made you let out a mingy little laugh and rub your hands together, and scream "gotcha!".

"I won't."

"You're getting on my nerves."

"What a coincidence," you ignore the stare he's sending your way and walk towards your carry on, and start taking the contents out one by one, laying everything on the bed.

He watches with a scowl on his face, arms crossed across his chest, and a satisfied smile paints your features as you take out the toiletries bag next.

"Are you seriously unpacking right now?" Harry cranes his neck so he can see better. He looks ridiculous, standing in the middle of the room with arms crossed, but you refrain from saying anything.

In fact, you don't even answer him. Perhaps, you find yourself thinking, it was silly to unpack your underwear first. It wasn't as if you brought super "sexy" shit or lace everything. You can definitely feel his gaze watching your every movement as you take everything out carefully and place them on top of each other. With most of your underwear in hand, you get on one knee in front of the bedside table and open the drawer, placing everything inside and it's surprising how he hasn't claimed the bedside table yet.

"Look," he sighs. "I'll talk to Sarah, maybe you can sleep with her and Mitch–"

"–don't be stupid we're not making them sleep with other people because you can't be a gentleman and sleep on the sofa."

"Oh for fuck's sake," he growls, and you finally look at him, eyebrows raised in hopes of making him feel as stupid as he sounds right now. Unfortunately, though, he continues, "Okay, damn it, I'll sleep on the floor."

Fool.

"Common sense, Harry. Always pick sofa. No matter what."

"Were you born to make my life a living hell?"

"Look," you sit on the bed, and look around. "This is boring me to death. I'm sleeping on the bed. If you shut your gob, you can sleep with me on the bed."

Harry lets out an obnoxious laugh. "Just admit I was here first and you didn't bother checking the–"

"Yes, I didn't and what about it? I'm here now, aren't I? I'm on the bed, babes. Anyway," you get on your feet, and with one last look at him, you start walking towards the door. "I'll see you in a bit. I guess."

You both manage to avoid each other as much as you can throughout the day, and really, it wasn't that hard considering the good company of your friends, good food and good alcohol. You mainly helped Sarah and Rachel in the kitchen as the men lounged on the sun loungers, Mitch handling the grill and David helping you guys with the drinks that came in and out of the house pretty quickly with the way you lot consumed them like water.

You spend the night eating, laughing and drinking, sometimes singing along to whatever song played on David's fancy Bluetooth speaker, and everyone begins ushering inside with full bellies and most of them–except the very pregnant Sarah–with a tipsy smile on their faces.

You leave before Harry though, leaving him smoking his last cigarette by the pool while you run up the stairs and into the room, closing the door behind you. You quickly get rid of the romper and get your favourite pyjamas on, eyes searching for the orange makeup bag so you can take off the remaining makeup before bed. You knew it was silly not to do your night routine, but you still zip the bag closed with a sad expression on your face, not wanting to see your toner and night cream any more than you needed to as you throw it on the floor next to your bags. It's pathetic really, how determined you are to get in the bed before Harry can that you forego your whole routine and stick to some cotton pads. Though, plugging your charger and getting between the cool sheets make you forget all about it as you let out a sigh, and unlock your phone to do your nightly scroll before falling asleep.

As you double tap on a selfie, the door opens, and you hear him scoff, again. You keep scrolling though, and try to sneak a few glances at him as he makes a beeline for the wardrobe, and to your surprise, begins to undress. You try to stay calm, and not to think about how domestic this whole thing seems; being in the same room as him as he gets ready for bed.

Right, getting ready for bed.

You keep your eyes on your phone as his clothes hit the floor one by one, and when you look up briefly, he's got a pair of joggers on, and he's throwing the clothes he had on in the wardrobe.

He turns around, and find your gaze, and he rolls his eyes.

"I knew you'd be in bed, here, as soon as I heard someone running. Forgot you were a literal five-year-old," he mutters under his breath, loud enough so you can still hear him. "I'm not sleeping on the sofa."

"I love how you're basically arguing with yourself."

"Like I said, I'm not sleeping on the sofa. I didn't come all the way to sleep on a bloody sofa."

"Suit yourself. I guess we're sharing. Unless," you lock your phone, and place it on the bedside table. "You want to share," you shrug, adjusting your pillow and sigh at the cool fabric against your hot cheeks.

You can feel him thinking, the wheels turning in his head, and you finally hear the floorboards creek underneath his feet as he walks closer to the bed, and pushes the sheets off of you. The whole thing.

You blink in surprise. "Stop it, dude! What the fuck."

"I'm getting in! Fuck's sake, be quiet."

"You did that just to annoy me."

You're both quiet for a minute, Harry taking his rings off and then comes his socks, and he finally copies you, laying on his back on the bed. He covers the both of you, though you know it's not intentional since he couldn't do it without covering his own body with the duvet, and then he lets out a strangled sigh.

"The bed's too small."

"Are you calling me fat?"

"What?" He turns his face to you, and perhaps it's the first time he's looking at you– really looking.

His brows are furrowed, and lips turned downwards in a pout.

"I'm taking the piss, Harry. I know you're not calling me fat."

"Good," he says, though his voice isn't exactly soft. "I wouldn't."

"Good."

Silence.

It's unbearable.

Despite the hot weather, you feel yourself shiver, and you wish you were the only one in bed so you could do the whole burrito technique with the duvet. Alas... you stay where you are. You both do.

A dog barks in the distance, the high-pitched bark coming through the open window, and you can feel Harry breathing too fast beside you. You want to shout at him, tell him to fuck off and... not breathe too fast, though it sounds a bit too rude even for you, so you stay silent and wait for the dog to pipe the fuck down.

You try to turn on your side, because you could never see yourself fall asleep laying on your back like a vampire, but you almost fall, not anticipating the tiny space you've got going on. It's bad, and you know you're not going to get a good sleep. So, you find yourself contemplating about getting up and sleeping on the sofa because honestly, fuck him.

Harry shuffles next to you, presumably trying to find a good position to sleep in himself, but he lets out a groan and it startles you.

"What's wrong with you!"

"The bed's too fucking small."

"We've established that."

He sniffs, hands clenching the sheets around his body. "I don't sleep on my back. My back hurts."

You don't say anything, hoping for him to just get up and leave, go sleep on the sofa. He doesn't, though. It's another fifteen minutes before you let out another sigh, trying to get comfortable on the bed, and Harry copies you. You both turn on your sides, facing each other and Harry groans when your knee makes contact with his thigh, making you cringe in embarrassment. A quiet sorry leaves your mouth and he shakes his head, then turns the other way, facing the door.

"Fuck," he spits after a minute. "If we both want to fit, we'll have to cuddle."

"Cuddle? Fuck no."

"Just," he turns to you again, but the bed is too small for you both so his knees touch yours. "Just come closer. Either that, or go sleep on the sofa."

"Why don't you–"

"You're so stubborn! Come closer, I won't eat you or fall in love with you. Fuck."

You groan, but oblige for some reason, feeling your heart beginning to beat faster for some ridiculous reason.

It's been a long time, you find yourself trying to convince your heart. It's been a long, long time since you've been this close to a human being. Too long since you've cuddled with someone, so obviously you were going to feel a little excited, and weird. Yes, definitely weird.

You get closer and he lifts up his arm, you both sharing a look before you roll your eyes and place your hand on his wrist, placing it on your hip. He's quiet, eyes searching yours, and the crease between his brows are gone, and you want to laugh, because who knew it only took your skin against his to wipe that stupid grimace off of his face.

"I still think you're annoying," Harry mumbles, clearly sleepy. His hold on your hip becomes tighter as his thumb strokes your skin over the fabric.

"I know. Just shut up and sleep."