#promises whispered in ears about getting rid of the problem

[loveesiren]

𝖫𝗂𝖼𝖾𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗀𝗒

Kwon Jiyong x fem!reader

a/n: Hiiii, was yapping with friends about funky lil sicknesses we had as children and I remembered the time I got lice when I was like 7 so I wrote this lol. Wanted to give you guys something while I move and work on CMH! Just silly, enjoy <3

warnings: fluff, lice??

wc: 2.1k+

Being a teacher was the most rewarding part of your life. You spent your days wrapped in patterned skirts and cardigan sweaters, hiding math problems beneath glittery worksheets and storytime. You smelled like markers and juice boxes, and your fingernails were always tinted faintly with dry-erase ink. But you loved it—nurturing young minds, celebrating their little victories, feeding them knowledge that would help shape the future.

And when you came home, you didn’t have to be the adult anymore. Not with Jiyong. In his arms, you got to be the kid. He’d pull you into his lap while a movie played, brush your hair out of your face, feed you bites of his cooking with chopsticks, and whisper silly things in your ear like “I love you more than ramen and music.” He made the world soft.

But tonight, your soft routine flew out the window.

“JIYONG, AHHHHHHHH!”

The sound of your scream echoed through the house like a murder had just occurred.

Jiyong dropped his freshly scooped bowl of ice cream straight into the sink, the spoon clanging loudly as he sprinted down the hallway—barefoot, breathless, wearing nothing but black boxers.

He skidded past the bathroom before stumbling back with wild eyes. “Baby?! Are you okay?! What happened?!”

You stood in front of the mirror, hair a tangled mess, eyes watery with panic. Your lips quivered.

“There are bugs in my hair…” you whispered in horror, your voice cracking as you reached up to point at your scalp. “Bugs, Ji!”

Jiyong blinked, stepping closer as he gently tilted your head to the side, brushing your hair apart with careful fingers.

He squinted, then chuckled softly. “Ah… Jagiya, you’ve got lice.”

“WHAT?!” you shrieked, flailing like the word itself physically stung. “NO. NO, NO, NO—EW! GET THEM OUT! GET THEM OUT!”

Jiyong winced and the cats darted through the hallway in terror. He leaned in toward the mirror to check his own hair, muttering under his breath, “Shit… I probably have them too…”

Sure enough, he found a tiny bug crawling leisurely through his orange strands. He plucked it with a grimace and crushed it between his fingers, holding it up for you to see like a trophy.

“Confirmed,” he said with a grin. “We’re infested.”

“Jiyong!” you wailed, stomping your foot. “Why are you SMILING?! This is a crisis!!”

He laughed and tried to pull you into his side, but you smacked his shoulder hard enough to make him stumble. “Get. Them. Out. Of. My. Hair!”

“I mean… we could just shave it all off.” His tone was too casual.

You froze. Then burst into tears.

“BABY! I’m kidding!” he gasped, eyes wide as he pulled you into a hug. “Oh my god, don’t cry—I swear I’m joking!”

You sobbed into his chest, smacking him again through your tears. “You’re an asshole, Jiyong…”

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you tight even as you sniffled dramatically. “I know, babe. I know. But I promise—I’ll get rid of them. Every last one. We’ll nuke this whole place if we have to.”

You sniffed again. “Even the pillows?”

“Especially the pillows.” He kissed your temple. “Nobody fucks with my girl’s hair and lives.”

-

Jiyong had stuffed all of his hair into an oversized beanie and made the walk of shame to the corner bodega. He paced the aisles, grabbing tea tree oil, medicated shampoo, a steel-toothed lice comb that looked like a medieval torture device, and—because he knew you—your favorite snacks: a king-sized pack of sour candies, ramen, and a bottle of strawberry milk.

When he got home, the sound of your disgusted groans echoed from the bathroom.

He peeked in to find you hunched over the sink, using tweezers like surgical tools, picking through your hair and making dramatic gagging sounds with each bug discovery.

“Oh my god, they’re multiplying,” you whispered, horrified.

Jiyong tried not to laugh. “Jagiya, get in the bath,” he said gently, walking barefoot across the tile and kneeling beside the tub. He twisted the knobs and let the water run warm before pouring in a mountain of lavender bubble bath like it could somehow cleanse the trauma. It smelled like serenity.

“Ji, this is so disgusting,” you groaned, still inspecting your scalp like you were reading a bad Yelp review. “How the hell did this happen?”

“You spend every day surrounded by tiny humans who wipe their noses on their sleeves and forget what personal space is,” he said, matter-of-factly. “This was an ambush waiting to happen.”

You were too busy huffing at your reflection to notice him pulling your pajama top over your head.

“I’m infested,” you muttered.

“And still hot,” Jiyong said, grinning as he lifted you off the ground. You yelped and clung to his neck, but he just carried you over to the tub like you weighed nothing, gently placing you into the warm, bubbling water.

“I’m gonna throw the sheets in the wash and burn everything we own,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Be right back. Don’t go falling in love with another lice-removal specialist while I’m gone.”

You sank into the bath with a deep sigh, the lavender lulling your nerves and making the whole bug-invasion feel a little less apocalyptic. You grabbed your phone and, sure enough, saw an email from school.

Subject: Lice Protocol.

School was closed for the next few days for ‘decontamination.’ You almost cried with relief.

“Babe!” you called.

“What’s up?” Jiyong reappeared in the doorway, now shirtless and smug with his laundry triumph.

“School’s shutting down for a few days. Full-on lice outbreak.”

His eyebrows raised. “So you're telling me… I get you all to myself?”

He stripped off his pants and boxers and stepped into the bath, the bubbles reaching his hips as he sat behind you and pulled you against his chest like a human pillow.

“That means no grading, no early alarms…” he whispered. “Just you, me, and our parasite roommates.”

“Ew, don’t say that!” you grimaced, leaning away. “Don’t kiss me. There are bugs in my hair.”

“There are bugs in my hair too,” he replied, tugging you back into him like you hadn’t just declared a biohazard.

You whined. “Get them out. Please.”

“I got you, baby.” He lathered a palmful of the tea tree shampoo and began working it into your scalp with slow, deliberate fingers. You practically melted under his touch.

“This part’s kind of nice,” you admitted, eyes fluttering shut as his thumbs traced behind your ears.

Jiyong took his sweet time, scrubbing with love and then styling your soapy hair into ridiculous peaks and shapes—one moment a unicorn horn, the next a slicked-back mob boss look. “I call this one ‘Bugsy Malone.’”

You snorted. “You’re such a freak. Okay, my turn.” You scooted around in the tub, grabbed the shampoo, and lathered it into his hair, scratching gently at his scalp while he hummed happily.

Once both of your heads were foaming like cappuccinos, you sat back and giggled, flicking water at each other until the walls were wet and the bubbles overflowed.

“Thanks for always being the best,” you said softly, giving him a shy smile. “Are you sure you’re not mad that I gave you lice?”

Jiyong grinned. “Baby, you work with kids. I knew this day would come.”

You rolled your eyes. “Still…”

He kissed your nose. “You’re the best teacher I know. And someday you’re gonna be an amazing mom. And then we’ll probably get lice again.”

“Gross!” You splashed him and he laughed, water flying everywhere.

When the shampoo had done its job, you turned on the shower and let the warm stream wash away the tea tree suds and the tiny demons in your hair.

-

Jiyong sat cross-legged on the bathroom floor, the tiny metal lice comb in one hand and a determined expression on his face like he was defusing a bomb. You sat in front of him wrapped in a towel, head bowed slightly as he methodically dragged the fine teeth of the comb through your damp strands.

“Hold still, baby,” he murmured, gently parting your hair with his fingers, his brows furrowed with surgeon-level focus. “We’re almost done.”

Each time he wiped the comb on a tissue, your stomach twisted a little—another tiny, defeated bug removed, a new wave of ick crawling down your spine.

“You’re way too calm about this,” you muttered, shivering slightly.

“That’s because if I scream, we both scream, and I’ve seen enough horror movies to know that never ends well,” he replied, grinning. “Besides, I’m saving your beautiful scalp. I’m basically a hero.”

Once he was finally satisfied that your head was pest-free, it was your turn. You took the comb from his hand and gestured for him to sit between your legs.

“Alright, oppa. Time to return the favor.”

He groaned dramatically, flopping down like he was a soldier going into battle. “Be gentle. My scalp is sensitive. Like my soul.”

“Drama queen,” you teased, running the comb gently through his thick hair, being extra careful not to tug too hard. His hair was soft and dense, and you marveled for a second at how much time he clearly spent taking care of it. You were going to make sure no bug ever dared lay eggs here again.

Once the two of you had finished the comb-through and double-checked each other's heads under the harsh bathroom light, you applied what had to be half the bottle of tea tree oil to your hair—“for good measure,” you said as Jiyong watched with both concern and admiration.

“You’re gonna smell like a Christmas candle for a week,” he joked.

“Better than smelling like lice and trauma,” you shot back.

You rummaged through his bathroom drawers like a woman possessed until you triumphantly held up two packs of wrinkled plastic shower caps he’d swiped from a hotel. “Victory!”

Jiyong raised an eyebrow. “You’re not actually—”

“You bet your ass I am. This is war.”

You forced the cap onto your oil-slicked hair and handed him another. “Put it on.”

He looked at it like it might bite him. “It’s giving ‘old lady at the spa.’”

“It’s giving ‘lice prevention protocol.’ Cap up, lover boy.”

Grumbling under his breath, he shoved his hair under the plastic dome. It puffed up around his head like a deflated balloon. “Happy now?”

You grinned. “So happy.”

The two of you climbed into bed with your heads crinkling like chip bags every time you moved. The cats, Iye and Zoa, sat at the foot of the bed, staring at you both like you’d completely lost it. Their eyes followed the rustling sounds like they were watching prey.

“Jagi… how long must we wear these?” Jiyong whispered. “Zoa’s giving me serial killer eyes. I think she’s about to pounce.”

“We have to sleep like this,” you whispered back. “We have to make sure every last bug is dead. This is serious.”

The night was anything but peaceful. Every toss and turn brought a chorus of crinkles. The cats took turns swatting at your heads. You woke up at 3:17 a.m. to Jiyong muttering “I swear to god, this cat’s trying to murder me.”

By 5 a.m., you’d both had enough.

Groggy, delirious, and running on zero good sleep, you dragged yourselves back into the bathroom. You stood under the warm spray of the shower, heads bowed like you were performing some kind of sleep-deprived exorcism. You washed each other wordlessly, hands moving lazily as steam filled the room.

Jiyong rubbed shampoo into your hair one last time, checking every section as if he was going for a medical license in Liceology. You did the same for him, and when you found nothing, you both exhaled like you'd finished a marathon.

You toweled off and sat on the edge of the bed, drying your hair while Jiyong ran a hand through his now lice-free mane, sighing in deep satisfaction.

“You know…” he said, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn, “school’s closed. I don’t have to work either. We’ve got the whole day to ourselves.”

You smirked, squeezing the towel tighter around your hair as you stepped closer. “Oh yeah? What are you thinking?”

His lips curled into a familiar cocky grin. He reached for you, his hands finding their way to your bare hips before sliding lower. “I was thinking…”

You leaned in, hopeful. He leaned in closer, his voice low and teasing.

“…we rot on the couch and order five kinds of takeout.”

You burst into laughter. “Jiyong!”

“What?” he laughed, pulling you into a warm embrace. “We earned it. We fought lice. We deserve snacks and K-dramas.”

You reached up and kissed him deeply, lingering as your fingers tangled in his clean, soft hair.

“Sounds perfect,” you whispered against his lips.

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[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 caf�� 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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[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.

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Big Step

Bucky Barnes x Reader (nicknamed Belle)

Yours and Buckys Relationship takes a big step or well 2 big steps

“Um I have an issue” you groaned, holding your phone between your ear and shoulder as you checked a person out and thanked them for coming into the store and welcomed them to come back. “What’s the problem?” Sarah asked and you could hear her working in the background of her end. “Nicholas wants to meet Bucky” you practically whispered it into the phone. 

You knew it was coming. Hell you were his little sister, he was hearing second hand from Sam and Sarah about this blooming relationship the last few months between you and Bucky but you didn’t think he would actually put aside a weekend for him, Gina and Kayla to come home to Louisiana! 

“What’s the issue exactly?” she asked and you shrugged “What if Bucky doesn’t want to meet him? What if he doesn’t want to take that step? That pushes a relationship into a more serious category” you were nervous at the idea of freaking Bucky out. You cared about him so much, you were a breath away from that certain word. If asking him to meet your blood family pushed him away? You didn’t know what you would do because it wasn’t like either of you were exactly going to cut the Wilsons out of your life. Hell anymore you weren’t even sure Bucky still had his apartment. He’d leave on a mission with Sam and come straight back to Louisiana. He lived out of a couple duffle bags and slept on her couch. 

You’d been considering offering to let him stay with you but you didn’t know whether or not that was crossing any lines considering beyond a few times kissing had gotten a little heated nothing physical had even happened between you and him. You got why, he was worried about hurting you. Hell the man had gone from one fight to the other for a solid ninety years. You weren’t exactly going to push him. You’d wait forever for him, you were perfectly happy with the way things were but you knew he’d be more comfortable feeling like he wasn’t imposing on the Wilsons and it was obvious he liked it in Louisiana and you weren’t quite vain enough to say it was just you bringing him back but you would like to think you were part of it?

“Here’s a crazy idea, talk to Bucky. Lay it on the table and just ask the man” Sarah laughed and you rolled your eyes. She damn sure sounded like the oldest then or well the oldest currently in town, her and Nic were the same age. “I will. Him and Sam are due back tomorrow from that meeting with Shuri” “I’m sure he’ll be more than happy to meet your brother that man…really cares about you” why did she sound like she was going to say something else? 

“Well I promised the boys pizza tonight so don’t worry about cooking” you reminded her and could hear the laughter in her voice “Oh I won’t” you grinned “I’ll see you after work, ok?” “Ok honey” you told each other goodbye and hung up. You had to do inventory anyways so that would take your mind off the growing knot in your stomach at asking Bucky if he wanted to meet your brother.

Bucky was trying to ignore Sam’s teasing. Yeah maybe he was looking forward to getting home to see you. Home, when did he start referring to Louisiana as home? Was it when he started falling for the headstrong woman that was willing to stand to toe with a super soldier over her nephews? Was it when she kissed him the first time? 

Whenever it was he knew, he didn’t belong anywhere else.  Even if he had to sleep on Sarah’s couch, hell he’d sleep on her porch if it meant he was within a few minutes of your place. He’d already fallen for you. He knew it. Ninety years of one fight after the other, he’d found a corner of peace in that smile. The way he felt when you’d see him and come running to sling yourself into his arms. He’d do anything you asked of him, anything you needed of him. He’d never felt this way about anyone even before.

“Man, when you getting rid of that apartment?” Sam asked and he cut his eyes up “What?” Sam shrugged “You don’t need it. You’ve taken up residence on my sister’s couch. You done fell in love with…. Louisiana”  Bucky glared at him but knew it was the truth “Maybe you’re right”  “About you not needing it or about you being in love with Louisiana?” Bucky shook his head “Don’t push it” and Sam cracked up laughing.

When the plane landed they grabbed their duffles and headed for Sam’s truck. You should be off work by now and considering Sam wasn’t in town you would be with Sarah and the boys. Bucky tried to keep the smile off his face at the thought of seeing you but knew he failed when Sam cut his eyes at him and grinned “You’re thinking about Belle again aren’t ya?” 

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You were sitting in the middle of the living room floor playing monopoly with the boys when you heard Sam’s truck pull up. “Uncle Sam and Bucky’s home” Aj hollered and you grinned “Home huh?” he shrugged “Bucky hasn’t left since he met you”

You felt your face warm as Sarah walked in behind you “Boys leave your aunt Belle alone and go start getting ready for supper” they both ran off laughing and you cut your eyes up at Sarah so shrugged “It’s even clear to the kids” you shook your head and started putting the pieces away of the game then stood up to put the game away.

You heard the door open behind you and turned around to see Bucky and Sam walk in. You felt a smile slip onto your face “Hey” Sam nodded “Hey” and headed for the kitchen after he dropped his duffle. Bucky dropped his duffle and walked over to you. “Hey Doll” he slipped his arms around your waist and leaned down to brush a gentle kiss against your lips. You slipped your arms around his neck to pull him down closer and to be able to kiss him back. He pulled back and smiled “I missed you” you grinned “I missed you too, can we talk about something before supper?” he nodded “Of course” you grabbed his hand and headed for the door.

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The moment you and Bucky were on the porch you turned and slipped your arms around him, laying your head over on his chest. He was quiet for a moment, just tucking his chin down in the curve of your neck as he held you “Everything ok sweetheart?” “Yeah” you pulled back from his arms and smiled up at him “I like you alot Bucky. I really really care about you. I have been so happy since we’ve been together” 

His face fell “Are you leaving me?” your eyes widened “No! God no!” he let out a harsh breath “That worried me Belle, not gonna lie” you laughed lightly, stepping closer to press a quick kiss to his lips “Never Bucky” he smiled “Then what’s wrong?” you rolled your lip between your teeth “You know my brother Nicholas?” he nodded “You’ve talked about him” “He wants to meet you” you breathed out and felt like your heart may just burst out of your chest.

He nodded slowly “Ok. Are we going to Texas?” a slow smile slipped onto your face “No, he was planning to come here next weekend with my sister in law and my niece. He’s just gonna be here two days. Just long enough to see me, Sarah and the boys and Sam. He just wanted to meet the man who’s put such a smile on his little sister’s face and yes that was his words not mine” You watched Bucky’s face for any sign of uncertainty that he may be hiding. You didn’t want him to agree to anything just because he thought you wanted him to. “I’d like to meet the rest of your family, if you want me to. I don’t have anyone or I’d be showing you off”

You slipped your arms around his waist again “It’s ok baby. You’ve got all of us now” he kissed the top of your head “How did I ever get you?” you cut your eyes up at him “I think it was those blue eyes” and he grinned at you “You are something else”

“I’ll be here man. Nic is cool. He won’t be too rough or anything. For one he knows you could break his truck and for two I’ve already told him you damn near worship the ground that she walks on” Sam was trying to calm Bucky’s nerves. It had been way too long since he met family. Sam and Sarah had been one thing. This was different somehow. 

“What if he doesn’t like me?” Bucky asked and Sam grinned “Man this is fucking adorable. The winter soldier. The white wolf. Bucky Barnes. Super Soldier. Scared to death his girlfriend’s brother wont like him” Bucky glared at him so Sam shrugged “She ain’t gonna leave you even if Nic don’t. Hell Belle will probably slap him behind the head, tell him to chill and that will be that” 

“I won’t make her pick me over her brother” Bucky muttered and Sam patted his shoulder “Take a breath man. You’re stressing and he ain’t even here yet”

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“You and this jeep” Nicholas was teasing you about your jeep from the moment you picked him, Gina and Kayla up from the airport. You cut your eyes at him “It runs just fine” he nodded “I know it’s just you’ve always adored this thing like it’s your baby” you ran your hand along the dash “It is!” “I like the ducks” Kayla laughed from the backseat and you looked in the mirror at her “Thank you baby” Gina was just laughing at you and your brother fussing.

“So tell me more about the cradle robber dating my sister” Nic teased and you gasped “Do not call him that” he grinned “I’m kidding but technically he is one hundred and ten” you raised an eyebrow and he laughed “Ok ok. I’m done with the jokes. So he’s a super soldier” “What’s that mean?” Kayla asked and you were at a loss on explaining that to a six year old.

Gina leaned over “It means Mr Bucky was gave a type of medicine that makes him very strong. He also has an arm that is metal because his left arm got really hurt and they had to take it off” “Like Mrs Holdens?” she asked, her music teacher was a war vet as well. Gina nodded “Exactly baby” and you threw Gina a smile.

“He’s also very sweet, he helped with hurricane prep and clean up with Marlowe. He went trick or treating with the boys. He’s literally been both captain america's right hand man. He’s protective when he needs to be, a science nerd at heart, loves carrot cake and doesn’t make fun of me for not liking when the power gets knocked out. He also makes me happy like I’ve never been”

Gina leaned up over the seat “I like him already” Nic raised an eyebrow “Sounds like you’re gushing Belle” you shook your head “Just give him a chance is all I ask”

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You parked at Sarah’s and took a deep breath before everyone started getting out of your jeep. You already dropped their stuff by your place.

You walked up on the steps first and Sarah, Aj and Cass were the first out. “Uncle Nic! Aunt Gina!” the boys hollered throwing themselves at your brother and sister in law with laughter as Kayla dove into Sarah’s arms “Aunt Sarah!”

After the kids greeted the adults and each other Sarah greeted Nicholas and Gina. “Taking care of our little sister?” Nic asked Sarah and she smiled “Of course, you know Sam is the problem” “Somebody say my name?” “Uncle Sam” Kayla ran at him. She’d only known him a little while because of the blip but loved him regardless.

Nicholas grinned “Hey Sam or should I call you Cap?” Sam shook his head “It’s Sam, you’re family man” and pulled Nicholas into a hug then kissed Gina’s cheek. Nicholas looked around Sam “Where’s the soldier” 

About that time Bucky walked out the door. You reached for his hand and he laced his fingers with yours, letting you pull him to your side.”Bucky, this is my brother Nicholas, my sister in law Gina and my niece Kayla” 

Kayla greeted him first “Hey mr Bucky my mommy says you have a metal arm because your left one got hurt. Do you put magnets on it like Mrs Holdens does?” he grinned at you then said “Honestly? I never thought about it but that’s a good idea. I could make a grocery list” she laughed then ran off behind the boys to play.

Nicholas stepped up next and offered his hand “Nice to meet you Bucky. Between Sarah, Sam and my sister I’ve heard nothing but good things about you” Bucky shook his hand “I know my reputation isn’t that good because of my past” Nicholas shrugged “I’m not concerned about that. I’m going off what my sisters and my brother says man” Bucky smiled “Nice to meet you too. They all talk highly of you” 

Gina shook his hand then with a smile “I haven’t seen her this happy well ever so thanks for that” you felt your face warm but Bucky just slipped his arm around you “Well I’ve got to say she makes up for ninety years of hell” Nicholas caught your eyes and raised an eyebrow with a grin. “Damn, she’s my sister and I wouldn’t say all that” which made your face get even warmer and everyone else laugh. 

“And on that note, Sarah and I spent the morning cooking. The kids I’m sure are playing. Let’s do something besides teasing me!” 

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By the time Nicholas was leaving to head back to Texas him and Bucky had each other’s numbers. “There’s that charisma Steve always talked about” Sam muttered and you grinned “Oh I know he’s got it” and he groaned “I don’t wanna know that” which made you crack up laughing. “Sorry Samuel” 

Maybe it was knowing he had your brother’s blessing now and that was making him just a little more confident but Bucky decided to plan a date for the two of you. It was simple. There was a meteor shower coming up. You’d mentioned you liked stuff like that too so he figured that was a good choice for the two of you.

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“You made a picnic?” you asked as Bucky led you to the blanket he’d set up for the two of you to watch the meteor shower. He shrugged “It’s simple. Just sandwiches sweetheart’ you turned to pull him into a kiss “I love it. Thank you”

The two of you sat down and started to eat the sandwiches while you waited on the shower to start. You managed to see a total of one meteor before the first drops of rain started. “Oh no” you laughed as the two of you started getting wet. “Shit, doll I am so sorry” Bucky looked so disappointed so you stood up “Come on Barnes. I heard you can slow dance”

He stared at you for a moment then shook his head “You’re insane” but he stood and pulled you into his arms. He started to move the two of you around, his steps perfect even if yours was a little off he didn’t seem to mind. The two of you were getting soaked but you could’ve cared less. He smiled and leaned down to press a kiss to your lips “We need to get you inside. I won’t get sick. You will” 

You nodded, wet hair going everywhere “My place is closer” the first pop of thunder started and you squealed “Come on! The jeep has leather seats for a reason!” Bucky grabbed the basket and the two of you ran to your jeep, laughing along the way.

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You led the way up your steps, your boots squelching. You unlocked the door and looked back at Bucky. He was just as soaked as you. “Um I’ve got an old pair of Sam’s sweats and your shirt if you want to get dried off?” he nodded “Yeah” you grinned “Just stay right there, I’ll be right back”

You disappeared into your laundry room and stripped down, tossing your soaked clothes into the washer before wrapping one of your clean beach towels around yourself. It covered you completely so you could go ahead and get Bucky a towel and dry clothes. You grabbed him a clean towel then headed to your room to grab the sweats and shirt. When you walked back into the living room Bucky stood by the front door, he’d taken his boots off but hadn’t moved. His eyes got huge when he realized you were only wearing a towel.

“Doll, i um” you laughed “Down boy, I got you clothes. Not trying to jump your bones” you grinned “Unless you want me to?” and saw a blush grace his cheeks before you added “Bathroom is the second door in the hallway honey. I’m gonna go put clothes on then I’ll meet you back out here”

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You walked back into the living room once you were wearing dry clothes which consisted of a black shirt and skull sleep pants. Bucky was sitting on the couch and looked so damn nervous. “Bucky?” you called out about the time thunder popped again. He looked over his shoulder at you “Yeah sweetheart?” you waved a hand around “Any chance you may just want to crash here tonight? Even as close as Sarah’s is I don’t want to drive in this, plus the lights could go out”

He smiled slightly “Well I wouldn’t want you driving or alone if the lights went out” you felt a grin slip onto your face “Wanna watch a movie?” he nodded “I’d love to” “I’ll go grab a blanket big enough for us both”

You walked into your room and snatched your comforter off your bed before heading back into the living room. You stopped next to the couch. “Um how would be most comfortable for you?”  he looked up and smiled “This is a big couch so however” you had found it in a thrift store. It was one of those giant overstuffed ones. You and him both could probably lay out on it. “Um..” you knew how you wanted to lay but you didn’t want to ask for that. Luckily he seemed to pick up on it because he grinned “Do you wanna lay on my chest?”

You nodded “Please” and he turned so you could do just that. You crawled up so squirm between him and the back of the couch, curling up on his chest and pulling the blanket over you mainly since he probably didn’t need it. He handed you the remote “Play anything you want” he whispered, fingers of his flesh hand tracing patterns on your back. You clicked practically the first thing so he could put the remote on the coffee table then laid your head down on his chest to get comfortable. “Is this ok Bucky?” he nodded “This is perfect” you buried your face in his chest to hide how big your smile was.

Bucky woke up early, he always did. He felt a soft weight on his stomach and looked down to see you curled up to him and a smile slipped onto his face. You’d slept on him all night. He’d gotten to hold you the entire night and he hadn’t had a nightmare, thankfully. Your hair spread across his chest, a soft look on your face and your hand stretched out to be laying on his left shoulder without a care in the world? Yeah he could wake up like this every day for the rest of his life and it still wouldn’t be long enough to appreciate.

You started to stir, your face nuzzling into his chest before a smile slipped onto your face and your eyes opened slowly before you looked up “Hey honey” “Hey sweetheart” you dropped your head back down and placed a kiss to his clothed chest “I could get used to waking up to you” he felt his heart flip at your words “Oh yeah?” 

Your eyes widened “I said that outloud didn’t I?” He nodded “But I feel the same” you cut your eyes up “Do you want to stay here some Bucky? I mean you don’t have to sleep in the bed with me. The couch we just proved is comfortable, I have two other bedrooms. I know Sarah’s couch can’t be that comfortable”

His heart was pounding in his ears “Are you sure?” you nodded slowly “I’m not trying to push anything by far but I care about you so much Bucky and I know you like being here in Louisiana and you can stay here some if you want. I’d like to be under the same roof as you, go to sleep and wake up under the same roof. If that’s something you’d like” he could see how nervous you were so he brushed a gentle kiss against your lips to stop your rambling again. 

When he pulled away your eyes were half closed and you had a soft smile on your face “I’d love to stay with you Belle” 

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[sopejinsunflower]

2024.001.022: Karma's Deliverance

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Seokjin is the eldest, the hyung. It’s a responsibility that he takes very seriously when it comes to his comrades. He tells himself he should always set the example, take the lead but never once did the position ever feel too heavy for his broad shoulders.

Not until Jin had to sit there and watch Hoseok and Yoongi shared a lover so openly it gave him heartburn. His first thought was that they had coerced you, somehow manipulated you with sweet words and empty promises to get you to agree to this ridiculous arrangement. He set his mind to have a good long talk with you the next time Hoseok or Yoongi brought you over to the house. He caught himself from venting to Namjoon because this little bit of information had been confidential between the three of them; they weren’t ready to share with the others yet. 

So he waited patiently until one evening when you finally came, walking almost hidden behind Hoseok and ushered in from behind by Yoongi, a literal sandwich of lovers shuffling through the front door. The others had been out of the house but not Jin, silently holed up in his room until he heard them enter. Like teenagers, Seokjin had thought as he announced his presence by loudly coming down the wooden stairs. He acted surprised at the sight of you.

“Seokjin,” you breathed out nervously, subtly shrugging off Yoongi’s hand from your waist. 

Jin flashed you a cheeky smile. “I hope you three are not planning anything indecent in the house while the others are gone,” he said, watching your face turn red as your eyes went wide with panic.

“He knows,” Yoongi whispered in your ear. “It’s alright.”

“Wh-what?” you stammered. Jin’s eyebrows raised. Did they not tell you? Should’ve he said nothing? He didn’t mean to put you in the spotlight. As much as he thought Hoseok and Yoongi were being stupid and reckless, he didn’t hold it against you. They should’ve known better than to play with a lady’s heart, much less with a beautiful one like yours. 

Jin paused his thoughts. Well, he wasn’t wrong. You were beautiful, he’d give Hoseok and Yoongi that. Which makes even less sense that Hoseok would even dream about sharing you. If it was him, he’s keep you locked up in his room for only his eyes to-

There it was again. To be honest, he’s never seen anyone with your type of beauty before, the kind that seemed to be haunting the more he looked; calling out to him like intrusive whispers in his ears. He’s met countless women that would’ve been a sea of roses compared to your quiet daisy-like charm, had had his pick and courted a few of them even, and yet you, the one Hoseok had claimed first…

As Hoseok, Yoongi and you engaged in a furious bout of whispering, Jin distracted himself by getting a drink, his movements deliberate and slow to give them some space. It wasn’t his first time seeing you and yet this time he needed to get his thoughts in order. They were all over the place and Seokjin was a tidy man. Still is. 

When the furious under-breaths talk finally subsided, Jin turned around, feigning nonchalance as he put his plans into motion. “So,” he said, looking at the three of them. “I don’t know what your plans were but Yoongi, aren’t you supposed to be joining Jungkook at that timber council?”

He watched as Yoongi’s eyes grew wide in alarm. It doesn’t take him long to disappear out the door again in a cloud of dust, mumbling curses as he went. Now how does he get rid of Hoseok? But that problem solved itself, much to Jin’s relief.

“Shit,” Hoseok cursed. “I promised Taehyung I’d help him at the shop.”

“Today?” you frowned in concern. “But isn’t that tomorrow?”

“The same day as Kook’s timber council, that’s how I remembered it,” replied Hoseok as he gathered up his things. “Sorry, love.” He planted a soft kiss on your temple. “I’ll see you when I get back.”

The silence that followed was awkward to say the least, as you shuffled from one foot to the next, contemplating on what to do. “I guess I’ll go, too,” you murmured without looking at the oldest brother. 

“Why? Stay. Let me get to know you better. Since you’re dating my brother. Ss.” Jin offered with a smile. “Come. Sit. I’ll make you a cup of tea. Do you like whiskey in it?”

“Pardon?”

Jin laughed. “I jest. Don’t worry, no whiskey for you, little one.”

“I can drink,” you retorted and Jin noticed the pout on your lips, the pout that he’ll grow to love one day. You joined him to watch what he made. He moved around the kitchen almost fluidly, flitting from the cabinet to grab one thing and then coming back to add them into the tall jar of dark brown liquid. Tea, you supposed, but couldn't be sure because of the smell from the whiskey bottle that was opened next to it. 

Jin took out two mugs and poured out the tea. He handed one to you but not without noticing the way you glanced at the opened bottle of whiskey briefly before taking a small sip, smacking your lips to taste it. Jin smirked behind the rim of his own mug. “Come, come,” he called, leading you to the back of the house. “Walk with me, little one.”

You tried but Jin’s legs were longer.  Every one of his strides equal to two quick steps of yours as you desperately prevented the tea from sloshing too aggressively against the side of the mug. When he finally stopped, you’re standing a few feet away from a small creek that seemed to be coming out of the woods and running across the land towards the direction of town. 

“Can you swim?” 

Jin watched as your eyebrows arched in surprise at his random question. “Yes,” you replied but it sounded more like a question. The look on your face tickled him so he asked, “Would you like to? Right now?”

It took you five whole seconds (Jin counted) to finally gasp out, “No!”

Jin laughed, one hand on his side. Again, your answer had a rising tone at the end and it amused him. It was like you weren’t even sure of your own answer even if the look on your face told him that you think he’d lost his marbles. It’s the middle of fall and although it was a sunny warm day, the wind still had a nipping chill to it everytime it blew through your hair. 

“Calm down,” said Jin with a smile. “I’m jesting.”

“You jest a lot, sir,” you said with a pout, eyes glancing back towards the water. For a brief moment, Jin thought he saw a twinkle in your eyes, like the thought of actually going into the water did cross your mind and it made him curious. Curious about you. Curious for you. 

Jin approached you, standing side by side close enough that your skirt brushed his fingers every time it fluttered in the wind. The fabric was soft and Jin found himself wondering if your skin would be softer. For a brief moment, an emotion he didn’t recognise flared inside his chest; hot and red at the thought of Hoseok and Yoongi being able to freely hold your hand if they wanted to. He fisted his fingers, nails digging into his palm as he smiled at you, a smile that made you blush and turn away instantly, heart fluttering. 

Jin looked back towards the water at his feet. A question formed in his head and he opened his mouth to ask you, hesitating only once, thinking it might be cruel. But his curiosity got the better of him. “If Hoseok and Yoongi were drowning,” he said, arranging his words carefully, “which one would you save first?”

You slowly turned to look at him, your face a mixture of surprise and confused at the sudden yet morbid question. You studied his face but Jin didn’t give anything away as he waited for your answer. 

“That’s like asking who I love more, my mother or father,” you said quietly. Jin shrugged his shoulders. “But I have neither,” you continued. “So…”

Jin looked back at you, waiting.

“Which one would you save first?”

Slightly taken aback, Jin retorted with a laugh, “Whoever was closest to me, of course.” He laughed a little more before the question mulled around in his head. “But honestly, I don’t know. I want to save them both.” He scoffed at himself. “That was a stupid question.”

A long quietness descended between you and Jin as you both entertained your own private thoughts, the tea growing cold in between your palms. Jin thought of turning back around, back to the house so they can move away from this awkwardness. Just as he worked up the determination to invite you back to the house, you speak, your voice so low Jin almost missed it.

“I’d die along with them.” 

You take a deep breath. 

“We’d all have died. If I can only save one, half of me would’ve died with him and what kind of life would that be?” Your forehead furrowed ever so slightly. “And neither of them would live if the other died. Not truly. Thus, no one will have survived.”

Jin stared at you, unblinking. Then nodded his head sombrely. He understood it clearly so he didn't bother to say anything more. 

Unbeknownst to him, and as dark as it was, that was the moment he fell; the moment his fate was sealed to a kindred spirit, forever to be intertwined with yours; seven souls growing like grape vines around an arbour that is you. And if he knew then, he’d reckon he’ll be okay with it. There would be nothing else Jin would live and die for. 

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“Would you take a bullet for me?”

Nick guffawed out loud at the question, moving away from me to the other end of the couch. The movie on the TV was paused. “Hell nah! That’s crazy!”

I rolled my eyes at his dramatics but it slightly stung anyway. “It’s just a hypothetical question.”

“You’re chronically online, babe,” he said, getting up to get another beer from the fridge. “So influenced by all those fake relationships you see on there. You need to get a hobby.”

“I have a hobby,” I murmured under my breath.

“Like, I don’t know, learning how to cook?” he continued, not listening.

“What’s wrong with my cooking?” I snapped, standing up to face him. 

Nick shrugged nonchalantly. “I don’t know. I’m tired of eating pasta on Fridays.”

“Pasta Fridays was your idea, Nick,” I countered. 

Again, he shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe you should learn how to make that meanass lasagna Rosie makes all the time.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean, Rosie makes it all the time?”

Nick groaned, rolling his eyes now. “See, you’re always focusing on all the wrong things.” He let out a heavy sigh. “I’m going out. It’s suffocating here.”

The door slammed behind him and in my seething rage, there was one thing I agreed with him: it was getting suffocating here.

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Heavy. So heavy but I willed my arm to drag Jin out of the water. 

My arms and chest burn but the pain is barely noticed as adrenaline propels me, teeth grinding against each other so hard my jaw is numb. Or is it the frigid water? It feels like I’m fighting against a bag of rocks that only wants to pull me back down to the bottom of the muddy pond. The shore feels like a welcome home once my feet can finally find footing, now able to pull Jin out of the water from under his armpits. Being on land, his full weight seems to have doubled than when we were in the water. 

Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease.

Oh, God, please.

I lose my footing and fall on my back, Jin’s head against my stomach. I scramble back to my feet, putting his head gently on the ground and kneel next to him. His dark hair is plastered lifelessly against his forehead, his usually plump lips blue and his face pale. His chest isn’t moving.

Nononononononononono.

Oh, god, please no. 

CPR. I’ve taken the class. I should know how to do this. But I can’t remember. What’s the first step? Fuck!

Please wake up. Please wake up. Please wake up.

Okay. Calm down. I can do this. Chest compressions. Rescue breaths. Okay. I can do this. Oh my god, he’s so cold. Is it too late to even try? I pressed my palm against his chest at the right location and that’s when it hit me, the reality of the situation. The once strong chest is now laying rigid under my fingers. It’s not right. 

Okay, chest compressions.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5…17, 18, 19, 20, 21…28, 29, 30.

Pinch nose, tilt head, breathe. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Repeat.

11, 12, 13, 14, 15…25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30.

Pinch nose, tilt head, breathe. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Nothing.

Please, wake up. Please. 

6, 7, 8, 9, 10…17, 18, 19…29, 30.

Breathe. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Nothing.

I scream my throat raw, vision blurry from the tears pooling in my eyes. Desperation turns into frustration, pressing against his chest so hard my shoulders are turning stiff. It angers me even more to think that I have to follow the rhythm of that stupid song to keep it at the right pace. Stupid song. Stupid Jinnie. 

Chest compression. Breathe. Repeat. Chest compression. Breathe. Repeat. Chest compression. Breathe. Repeat.

Another scream of frustration escapes my lips, calling out his name. I don’t know when I started but the crying feels more hysterical now, the tightness in my chest like a cord is wrapped around my heart squeezing it like a vice. Every breath I take feels like a betrayal towards Jin lying there motionless; the air grates against my windpipe, my lungs unable to properly carry out the oxygen to blood process.  Every fibre of my being is in anguish, the pain so physical I feel like an invisible hand is pulling me apart bit by bit.

“I’d die. I’d choose death.”

That’s right. If I can’t save Jin then death will be the only solace. 

My hands cease compressing his heart, slowing down as the burning in my muscles intensify. The world seems to be coming to a halt, too, spinning slower and slower at a slight tilt. I can hear my own heart in my ears, the slow thump, thump, thump, as I slump forward to rest my head on Jin’s cold, unmoving chest. His shoulders, once so wide and strong, now look deflated and hunched in the absence of life. Jin. My Seokjin. Seokjin. 

Kim Seokjin.

That’s right. That’s his name. Why now am I remembering that? What use is his name now?

Kim Seokjin.

I trace my fingers along his jawline. His beautiful face looks peaceful, that perpetual slight frown that he seemed to always have on his face like he’s always worried is gone. He looks young, no more than thirty, perhaps. I scoot up closer to his face, taking my time to take in every detail of his features - his eyelashes, the three moles on his cheek, his luscious lips - like it was my last time, saving them away into my long-term memory so as to not forget him. 

Again.

That’s right. I don’t want to forget him again. 

“Seokjin, please. Don’t make me forget you again.”

~~~

Karma watches you through the leaves, the blackness of his fur camouflages well in the shadows, keeping him hidden for as long as he needs to be. 

He had watched you drag Seokjin out of the water. He watched you pummelled against his chest to get his heart to beat again. He kept himself hidden as you screamed and sobbed against Seokjin’s lifeless body. He bided his time. He needed to see.

His twin tails swish curiously, carefully missing the trees around him to avoid making any sounds. His bicoloured eyes narrowed infinitesimally as he watches you lean over Seokjin’s face, close enough that your noses are touching. This is it, he thinks. His whole body tenses, waiting for till the last second as your lips connect with his. 

Karma jumps out of his hiding place and slithers up close to your side, nudging you lightly. You ignore him, tears streaming down your face, switching between pleading under your breath and saying goodbye. 

It’s my turn.

~~~

“Mreoow.”

Startled, I look up, coming face to face with Karma’s blue-yellow orbs staring intently straight into my eyes. 

He nudges against my arm, soft and gentle, once again looking up to look at me. He glances towards Jin once and his eyes glow brighter. Huh?

Karma lets out another meow, softer this time. I can hear him purring like a little engine, eyes transfixed on Jin’s face. I finally sit up, hesitantly moving away but never not touching Jin. I can’t bear to be away from him. 

I watch as Karma jumps atop Jin’s chest, his paws kneading against the shirt and the first thought I have is that Jin would have been complaining about cat hair if he was awake. 

Karma purrs louder and it’s an odd thing to say but it feels like the sound is vibrating in my chest. With every passing second, he only becomes louder so much that I’m starting to think it’s all around us, buzzing in the wind. The trees around sway, leaves rustling noisily to combine with that vibrating buzzing sound. Everything is shimmering and the earth seems to rattle beneath me. 

Fear struck my heart and I’m in between panicking to run but not wanting to leave Jin lying there alone with that strange cat I had called my own. Karma’s twin tails are sticking straight up, entwined around each other. There’s electric static thick around Karma, like if I reach out my hand to touch him I might get electrocuted so I remain still, my heart in my throat. The hum gets louder and this time it’s for sure not that of a cat’s. 

And then Jin’s eyelids flutter.

~~~

“What does it mean?” You waved your hand at the Anam Cara symbol Jin was carving into the wood. His wine-stained lips reminded you he was on the verge of drunkenness. 

“It means I love you.”

“Really?”

Jin turned to look at you. He wasn’t smiling but the gaze in his eyes was intense. “I love you.”

You stared at him, licking your lips. 

“I said I love you.” Jin leaned in closer, his breath tickling your cheeks. He watched your throat bobbed but you didn't move away. He eyed your slightly parted lips, an invitation he’s accepting gladly. 

He closed the gap, lips brushing yours. “I love you,” he whispered one last time. 

***

“Seokjin?”

It’s dusk, the sky above him tinged red. It takes awhile for his vision to adjust and when it finally does, the first thing he sees is a pair of red, brimming eyes. 

 “Seokjin?” you call out again, your voice cracking. 

He blinks a few times and tries to get up but the weight on his chest stops him from doing so. He strains to look down and is met with the cat’s wet nose. He gags, clamouring to sit up and throwing the cat off. Neither you nor Jin paid any attention as Karma scampers off into the forest as you tackle Jin straight back down to the ground, wailing.

Flabbergasted, Jin lay there staring up at the sky that’s growing darker. He can see a lone star already peeking out and he rummages through his brain trying to remember why you’re so distraught, hands already wrapped around your cold body. 

Wait a minute. You’re wet. He looks down but only sees the top of your soaked hair. He’s wet, too. Drenched. 

“What happened?”

You pause, sitting up and looking at him first in confusion and then your forehead dips into a frown. The softness in your eyes remains but your face crumples once again. But this time in anger.

“You died, that’s what happened! How could you do that to me?!” 

A bewildered Jin sits frozen in place as you thump your fists against him, screaming the same thing over and over again. “You stupid, stupid old man! Walking into the forest all drunk like that! What were you thinking?! If you want to die so much then I’ll kill you myself!” 

Your words start to mix together, incoherent and mostly nonsense to Jin as the rage subsides into tears again but the pounding on his chest never stops and it is starting to hurt a little. His whole body hurts, actually. Jin finally wrestles you, getting ahold of your wrists in one hand and cupping your chin with the other; soft, gentle touches that relent you of your struggling but not the waterworks.

You’re heaving, shoulders moving up and down as you glare at Jin. He isn’t smiling nor is he angry. He understands better than anyone the emotions you’re grappling with because he, too, had once been there. Right here. Right in this same place. The situation had been slowly dawning at him as he recognised his surroundings. How selfish had he been to put you through that; a pain so unbearable it’s a mark on both your soul and his. 

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs softly. He pulls you closer. “Forgive me.”

You shake your head, wet hair flying into your face. 

“Forgive me, little one,” Jin sobs.

Again, you shake your head, more determinedly this time as Jin continues to chant the words, chest aching not from your punches earlier but from the contrition that’s crushing his once-stilled heart. Finally, you straighten your shoulders and look squarely into his eyes.

“No,” you say through shaky breaths. “Not…until you tell me what it means.”

Jin cocks his eyebrows. 

“The symbol on the attic door,” you explain. “I-” you take a deep breath. “I remember you carving it in. Maybe…maybe from a previous life.”

Jin’s mouth falls open. 

“What does it mean?”

Jin’s mind is still reeling at your revelation of a memory. Maybe it was brief, maybe it was just that specific one but you’re remembering nevertheless, and not just any past lives but that first one, where it all began. He’s also trying to remember what symbol exactly you’re talking about. Then it hits him. You’re alluding him to something.

“The Anam Cara, Jin,” you stress, getting impatient. “What does it mean?”

“I love you,” he breathes out just as he pulls you into him, lips crashing together and it feels like forgiveness as you lean into him to deepen the kiss. He feels your arms wrap tightly around his neck and your legs around his waist and he relishes in this warm, golden feeling, welcoming the love of his life home. Safe, in his arms. Finally, finally.

But not for long.

~~~

“Hyunnnggg!”

“Jin hyunngggg!”

“Hyunngiieeee!”

I look back at Jin, flushing my forehead against his, my fingers in his hair as I hear my name being called out in the distance. Nighttime has finally enveloped us and the wind is starting to bite. I press my lips against his once more, feeling how plush they are, how soft the way Jin kisses me back like I’m delicate. Like he’s holding back. And how warm. Warm, warm lips on warm, warm skin. 

“What do we tell them?” whispers Jin, tucking my hair behind my ear. 

“That you’re an idiot,” I say wetly through a smile. 

Jin scoffs. “Like that’s news to them.”

I laugh.

“There you are!”

We both jump as Jimin suddenly bursts through the trees, a flashlight in one hand. “Hyung!” he cries, making a beeline towards us. “Oh, thank god!”

I barely escaped Jimin’s wrestling hug as I subtly moved aside to make way. He grabs the older man into a tight hug, saying nothing as they embrace. When Jimin finally pulls away, I see the tear track down his cheeks. He gives Jin a once over before noting the wet clothes. He opens his mouth to ask but is cut off by loud rustling noises as another person tumbles into the clearing.

It’s Jungkook, eyes wide and panicky. His eyes lock in on the three of us and it doesn’t take long for him to rush forward and literally pull Jin into his arms. As Jungkook and Jin share a moment, Jimin turns to me.

“You’re wet,” he says, taking off his jacket. He drapes it around my shoulders wordlessly before enfolding me into his arms.

“You idiot!” 

I look up in surprise to see Hoseok in the treeline, squinting a little as he shines his light towards us. My surprise quickly turns to fear, cowering into Jimin when his angry gaze falls on me next. “Both of you!” He yells. “Going into the woods like that!”

He marches over towards Jin and pulls him up by his shirt collar so much so that Jin is forced to stand. “I could punch you right now,” he hisses but doesn’t, roughly mandhandling Jin into his arms. “Asshole. Don’t ever do that again.”

It takes another few minutes for the others to arrive, including Mr Chang in the search party. The walk back to the house is a quiet one and I’m so drained of energy that my limbs feel like sandbags, even when carried on Taehyung’s back. My whole body aches like I’ve been hit by a truck and it takes an effort to keep my eyes open for Taehyung’s sake. 

We are met by Mrs Oliviera by the edge of the forest, warm blankets in her hands as she drapes one over me and tosses the other to Jin, her face frozen in a disapproving scowl as she immediately fusses over the thin scratches all over my face, neck, arms and legs. She switches from fussing over me to berating Jin, as well as pointing out all the little wounds on him, too, and warning him to take care of them inside. For a mousy housekeeper who doesn't usually talk all that much, it’s only her voice that I can hear as the world is shut out behind my eyelids. And for some reason, it brings me relief.

~~~

Taehyung feels you going limp and he adjusts your position so that you remain secure on his back. It’s not when Yoongi offers to switch that he realises how much his back hurts that he happily obliges. They, too, had trekked the woods in half-blindness the moment they could. 

Yoongi carries you in his arms up the stairs as carefully as he can, careful to leash in his anger at not being fast enough, at not being there when it happened. Thankfully, Mrs Oliviera is right at his heels, following him into your room as she instructs him to place you in the bathtub instead of the bed. You groggily open your eyes but Yoongi doesn’t linger long to let Ollie do what needs to be done to get you out of your damp clothes and warm you up. Instead, he goes to the room across the hallway because there’s another person that needs to be taken care of: Seokjin.

He knocks softly once before pushing the door open to reveal the room already cramped with five others. He hears water running in the bathroom and takes his place on the edge of the bed, waiting as the others are. No one says a word. No one looks at each other. No one questions nor makes a move when forty minutes pass and the bathroom door is still closed with Namjoon leaning against the wall next to the bathroom door.

Once, Yoongi thought he heard sobbing from inside the bathroom but neither him nor the others even lifted their heads. They let him be, giving the space he needs but remaining close enough in case they need to act fast. Yoongi is not worried about Jin doing anything drastic while he’s alone in there; that’s not why they’re here. They’re here because they couldn’t be before, earlier in the day or even back then. It’s compensation, for which he’s not sure.

Yoongi should’ve known better. He should’ve at least made sure Jin was okay while the others fussed over you that day in the past. You had drowned, yes, but Jin had been the only one there, saddled with guilt for all those decades. And this time, if you hadn’t been there for Jin, he can’t even bring himself to imagine what would’ve happened. 

You had somewhat briefly recounted the details of what happened before they found you but something nags at the back of Yoongi’s head that you’re not telling the full truth. Jin had fallen into the water, you had jumped right in and pulled him out. You managed to pump his heart back, dislodging the water Jin’s lungs. That’s it. 

That’s it? He had asked then but you had nodded tiredly so he didn’t push. He kept quiet even when he had noticed you and Jin exchanging glances. 

Something else happened. Something that had given them their physical forms back before they raced each other into the woods. Something else happened in between them turning to ghosts and unable to move away from Solomon’s Manor to slowly materialising back into existence, from between Jin jumping into the water and them finding the two of you in that forsaken place but today, Yoongi knows, won’t be the day they learn about it. He just has to sleep tonight with that unknowingness sitting on his chest. For tonight, at least. 

The bathroom door opens and Jin steps out. The bright and cheerful man isn’t there and Jin has a gaunt look on his face. He looks up and tries to smile but it’s sour and Yoongi wishes he’d stop. For the first time in a very long time, Yoongi thought Jin’s shoulders looked too small, too fragile. 

“Yah,” Jin calls out in a false happy voice. “Why are you all still here? I’m tired and I want to sleep. Get out.”

They don’t respond. Jin tries again, stumbling forward and trying to shove Jungkook with his foot. “Yah, move. Get out. Please. I’m tired. I want to sleep.” He’s chuckling as he switches to nudge Jimin with his other foot and pushes Hoseok’s shoulder lightly from the bed. “Move, yah!”

Jin sits down in his bed and makes an effort to crawl under the blanket. He tries one more time to shoo Yoongi and Hoseok off the bed but they’re not budging, moving only to let him into the bed before the scoot closer. Jimin approaches him then with the first aid kit, quietly holding Jin in place by the chin as he tends to the scratches on his cheeks and neck while the older man whines and pleads for them to leave, muttering non stop. Yoongi can almost see it; Jin is stretching so thin he’s breaking.

And then he does.

It starts small. A sniffle and a crack in his voice before Jin shrugs off Jimin’s hands and hangs his head in between his knees. The crying is quiet but the shaking and heaving of Jin’s body are a dead giveaway as he wretches. Yoongi reaches out an arm to rub his back, eyes staring at a spot on the carpet. His own eyes are wet.

Jungkook climbs onto the bed to sit close to Jin as Jimin sinks his hand into Jin’s hair, rubbing the back of his head and neck as he presses his thumb and forefinger into the corners of his own eyes. Taehyung comes from the other side and pulls Jin sideways into his chest, holding the eldest close as he rocks from side to side. 

 The questioning, the scolding can all be put aside for now. Jin is here, Jin is alive. He might not be okay but he’s here with them and Yoongi can deal with that. They can deal with that. Jin is in pieces but they can handle that; they can put him back together, piece by piece. He’s here so they can heal and rebuild. Him or themselves, it doesn’t really matter. They can have a do over. Not today but maybe tomorrow. When Jin is feeling better. 

Right now, they hold each other close and they stay together because that’s what Jin needs. What they need. This feeling in Yoongi’s heart is one he’s not familiar with yet nostalgic. It’s something he hasn’t felt in a long, long time but it’s coming back to him now. It’s when you’ve unclogged a sink or untangled a cord. It’s when you remember that word that was on the tip of your tongue or when you’ve done that one chore you hate. It’s the feeling of harbouring a longtime crush and finally being able to spill your guts. 

It’s overcoming a hurdle and now knowing the worst has passed.

It’s saying I love you after waiting for so long.

It’s the end of an awful storm and the clearing of the skies, Yoongi thinks as he lays his head down on the extra pillow, his hand still on the small of Jin’s back who is now almost quiet in Taehyung’s arms. They never drew the curtain closed for the night as seven bodies piled into the queen-sized bed. How they fit, Yoongi doesn’t know but he does know that it’s going to be okay.

Tomorrow, all will be just fine.

~~~

“This is getting interesting.”

The other white clad figure hums in agreement. “It’s nothing we’ve seen before.”

“You reckon this will be it?”

He takes a short while contemplating his colleague’s question before finally answering, “Who knows.”

a/n: this series has been going on for so long (timewise) that it started before BTS enlistment and now they're coming back and it's still nowhere near finished lol

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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.

[w4nd3r3r123456]

Could you write a forced marriage drabble with a yandere whumper pleaseee

Hey Anon, Thanks for the ask and sorry it took me a while to get to this. Lemme know if you want me to add/ change any part Not proof read. DM if I need to fix anything. Prompt 1:

Whumpee stared at their reflection in the gold lined mirror. A few hours ago they were grinning like an idiot, eagerly awaiting their wedding, but oh how things went so horribly wrong so awfully fast. White lace framing their bright face, cheeks rosy, and lips crimson with the blood of their lost love as specs of glitter danced upon their eyelids. They let out a broken whimper, ignoring the sets of hands that worked on them. The group of random people that had appeared out of seemingly nowhere, constantly prying at their hair, clothes, and touching up their face. Within the next half an hour, they were being escorted through the banquet hall and into yet again, another unfamiliar room where they waited for what seemed to be ages, forcing back tears so as to not ruin their makeup. The door creaked open, Whumpee snapped their head to the entrance, only to drop it back down as Whumper stalked towards them, a chilling grin playing their lips. “I know it’s bad luck to see my bride before we’re wed-” Whumpers fingers gently ran through Whumpee’s hair “ but lord knows i couldn’t wait any longer” His fingers left their head to grip Whumpee’s chin. “You look gorgeous” He commented, a now more sincere smile plastering his face. Whumpee’s jaw trembled, a single tear slipping down their face, those were words their soon to be husband was supposed to say to them, not this-....this monster that had killed them. Whumper’s grin faltered as he wiped it away, “stop crying, you should be grateful. I saved you from absolute disaster” Whumper demanded in almost a whisper before leaning down to press a kiss to Whumpee’s forehead, forcing their face back towards himself as he leaned down further “Tonight, I promise I'll make you the happiest person in the world.” Whumper’s breath tickled Whumpee’s ear, sending a small shiver down through their body, they nodded their head in denial “N-no please” they began begging, not getting through a single plea before fully breaking down, falling to their knees and grasping the hem of Whumper’s dress pants. “P-please please” they sobbed. Whumper stood straight and still now, his face hard. Silently, he pulled away from the shaking form, pulling a chair out infront of them and plopping himself down with a content sigh. Whumpee continued to cry on the floor, their gown creating a snow white circle around them. Whumper watched on for a few minutes before he pushed the tip of his shoe under Whumpee’s chin, lifting their face with the polished leather. “Don’t make me kill someone else.” Whumpee’s eyes went wide “Stop being so dramatic, I only got rid of the brute, your parents are still out there, your cousins, your siblings, everyone you love. They all came for your  wedding, it’d be a shame if they died without witnessing it, hmm?” Whumper pressed his knuckles to his chin, lazily waiting for a response that never came. He moved his foot, tapping the side of Whumpee’s face with it “Wow, talk about disobedience.” Whumper let out an annoyed sigh as he pulled himself off the chair, kneeling down on one knee “How about this, you marry me without a fight, and i’ll let everyone else go. Everytime you do something that displeases me-” He imitated a gun with his fingers “Boom.”  ______________________________________________________________

Whumpee’s body trembled as they were escorted down the aisle by a stranger, their eyes focusing not on the terrified people around them, most of them now gagged and tied to their seats, but to the man waiting for them, a grin on his face again as he saw Whumpee approach. They had no problem holding back tears, not until they reached the altar and spotted their groom's dead body. Blood seeping from the bullet wound to his head, eyes still open but void of life. Whumpee broke down again, Whumper ignored them. Signaling for the vows to be said as he wrapped his arms around Whumpee, forcing them to stay on their feet. Whumpee hardly registered anything after, Whumper making them say “yes” to everything, the kiss, leading them away into the sleek black limo. They hadn’t processed anything until they were being led into a dimly lit room, clothes slowly peeled back, layer by layer, as Whumper enjoyed himself. ________________________________________ Scenarios 1. Whumpee and everyone else waiting for an extremely late Groom to arrive, only for him to stumble out, coughing up blood before getting shot in the head by the unknown person.

2. Whumper and Groom having said all their vows, a random person rushing up, grabbing Whumpee and kissing them. Not telling Whumpee go as screams and gunshots echo through the hall. 3. Whumper waiting at Whumpee's honeymoon location to get rid of said groom where no one else will know. 4. Whumpee and Groom enjoying their night tgthr only for Whumpee to wake up next to a random man. 5. Whumper making Whumpee say all the vows Infront of Groom before killing him. 6. Maybe Whumper keeps Groom as motivation for Whumpee to behave. 7. Whumper spending the night with Whumpee, making groom watch everything.

[ray935sworld]

VR46's academy of supernatural riders

Chapter 24: Overcoming fear

“Alex, it’s about Marc, he is… He needs you”

"No" Alex heard himself say. "No. He's okay. He - He was okay when I left. Dani said he’d be okay when I come back. He was awake and talking. I swear if you tell me he's back in a coma-" "No no!" the older man quickly said. "Don't worry. Marc is alive and he's awake. He's fine. It's just... He's a little..." his voice trailed off.

Frankys eyes wandered to Vale. The older wolf was just laying there, not reacting. But the twitching of his ear showed he was listening.

"He's a little what?!" Alex asked. He stood up and almost immediately heared Luca whine. The wolf tilted his head and bumped against his leg as if he was complaining that his partner had gotten up.

"He's... Disoriented. And scared" "You're here to tell me my brother is a little scared?" "Well, the problem is he's scared as a new wolf. He has no control at the moment and he's more stressed about it. He is really not doing okay. I tried to calm him down… It didn’t went well…"

It didn’t went well. What did that mean?

Involuntarily, his eyes went towards the thin red lines that went across the older ones arms. They hadn’t been there before. 3 thin lines. Not every long, uneven, but clearly not from a human.

Marc hadn’t…? Oh god.

“Your arm… That was… him?” Now Vale’s eyes flew open. He let out a dark snarl when he saw his oldest arm. He stood up and made his way to the other Italian.

“It’s okay” Franky quickly said, kneeling down to show his mentor his arm. “It’s really nothing. He’s just a little… Off. That’s all. He didn’t mean to. But it didn’t really helped. He just rambled in catalan and I didn't really got what he said. But he said your name.”

Franky could feel the rage in Vale as his wolves eyes took in the scratches. They weren’t deep, probably not even leaving a scar. But to Vale it was a Marquez hurting one of his kids. He wouldn’t allow that.

“I’m alright. Give him some room for mistakes. I did worse than some small scratches. Remember?” Franco whispered while petting Vales head. The older decided to ignore that suggestion and instead licked over the bloody lines, trying to get ride of the worst.

“Thank you” The half Brazilian muttered with a smile. It was a caring gesture. It meant love and family to them.

Alex was cursed internally at the same time. Catalan ramble wasn't good. It meant it was really, really bad. Actually. It mostly meant that Marc was having a panic attack. And if Marc had somehow managed to scratch Franco, it’d be even worse.

"Fuck." he nodded and kneeled down again. He looked at the wolf grabbing his face for a moment. "Luca, you're okay. Alright? We're okay. But I have to get to Marc. Be good for me, yes?"

He pulled him a little closer and kissed his head before he stood up again. He managed to take a few steps before realizing that he was being followed.

Luca was right behind him. Happily trotting behind him. He was wagging his tail, not knowing what was going on around him.

"No" Alex said as he looked at him. "Fuck. Luca, hospital. I'm going to the hospital. I can't sneak in a wolf. Please." But Luca just went to stand in between Alex legs. "Please. Stay here. I promise I'll come back and-"

Alex was left speechless when Vale made his way to the two and just bit Luca in the ear. The younger brother whined and hissed while Franky pulled the human away.

"Come on" he muttered. "Luca will be fine. Vale's just gonna play a little."

Alex looked back one more time. He is just couldn’t go without knowing the other would be okay. He saw the wolf still sitting there shaking his head to get rid of his brother teeth. Vale kept nagging him but beside a few dodging movements, he stayed still, his eyes fixed on Alex.

He made a few steps, but paused when he saw Alex look. There was a quiet sound coming out of his throat. It sounded like he was begging Alex not to leave. Alex heard it. He looked at his big eyes. He looked sad, begging.

He wasn't exactly sure when he decided to act on it. He didn't even know why he knew exactly what to do. But he just turned around and went back to the wolf. Without another thought, he pulled his sweatshirt off, only wearing the T-shirt underneath it.

Quickly, he wrapped it around the wolf. He made a knot in front of Luca’s throat, afraid he made it too tight. The rest was laying loosely over Luca’s body. “See?” Alex said with a smile. “I’m not leaving you.”

Luca immediately started to sniff it. He put his paws on it as he lay down and hid his face even more in it, his nose deep in the fabric. It almost looked like he was smiling. His teeth were big and shining through. He looked almost relaxed.

Alex gave him a kiss on the head, just for good measurement. “Behave. I’ll be back soon.” Vale just rolled his eyes. Franky smiled happily.

With the knowledge that his partner was more at ease, Alex decided to turn around and quickly leave, leaving Vala to deal with Luca current estate.

“Good call” Franky stated, an almost knowing smile on his face. “I- ehm…” Alex stuttered. He was sure there was a slight blush on his cheeks. “I just thought it might calm him.” Alex admitted feeling slightly stupid now that he thought about it.

He was looking down on the ground while they walked together. “It does, trust me. It really does.” The Italian confirmed. “We are weird. We like the smell of people we love. It grounds us… Knowing there's something that we can recognise around us as a reminder that we are loved, werewolf or human… It settles a part of us. And that shirt reminds Luca that you still care about him. It means we have something to return to, kind of like a reason to be human again”

Alex wanted to claim he understood. But he didn’t. His mind was still trying to connect the dots. “When we had this fight, after he changed Marc… Rossi said, he had lost his human side. Is that… Is that because he thought I had left him?”

The short silence that followed answered every question he didn’t want to be answered.

“Yes” The older said. “He… You ground him. And he thought he had lost you. He couldn’t… It doesn’t matter now. Luca is alright.” “But-“ “No. Alex, Luca is alright. He’s okay. Trust me. Just check on him later and he’ll be human again soon.”

Franco didn’t want to reveal how close they were to actually losing Luca. He didn’t want to admit it to himself either and telling it to Alex wasn’t a good idea either so he just decided to keep it to himself.

“I’m just worried.” “I know. But Marc needs you more right now. You ground him too and right now he needs you”

Alex cursed silently. He had almost forgotten that part.  

“Shit. Okay. Marc. What’s going on with him?” Alex asked, trying to get his focus back. “He… Well how should I say it? He makes puppy mistakes” he chuckled slightly. “Puppy mistakes?” Alex asked, wondering if he had heard it wrong.

“He is discovering his wolf senses. And he’s slightly freaking out. I couldn’t calm him, neither could Dani. I mean, he woke up in a hospital not knowing how he got there, with heighted senses that can be a lot at first. And his favourite person wasn’t there.”

Alex bit his lips as he nodded. It made sense, he’d probably freak out too. “But I was there.” He whispered to get rid of his guilty conscious, telling him he should have stayed with Marc, instead of check on Luca. “I was there the whole time, the whole last days. I was there. He spoke to him, he woke up, he was scared, he was feeling a little bit... Weird, I guess. But he knew it was there.”

Franco nodded. “Man, I can only tell you what I know, and what I know is that he was freaking out. He was asking for you. I just - I just know that if Luke had been asking for me like that, I would need to go to him.”

Alex nodded. He understood what he was trying to say. He wasn't sure he liked it. It’d meant his brother was desperate and there was still an undeniable fear about that. He didn’t want to. He really didn’t want to be scared.

“Can I ask you something else?” Frankie nodded. “Yeah, of course. What's up?” “I just.” Alex paused. He sounded ridiculous to his own ears. He knew he was wrong. He knew Marc would never hurt him. He knew Marc would rather chase everybody away then have Alex be hurt.

“Luca has been a werewolf for his whole life, right?” “Right.” “And you have been changed, correct?” “Correct, when I was a teenager.” Alex nodded slowly. The words felt like they were running away from his tongue. He wanted to say them but he was afraid of the answer he might get.

“How long did you take until you were in control?” He said quickly. “What do you mean?” “I mean, if – Okay. I'm just going to say it and I don't care if I sound like a horrible person and brother, but I really need to know that.”

The words Vale had spoken was still haunting him in his head. The vision of his brother attacking him, hurting him, felt so far away, foreign, wrong. But with Marc being desperate, not in control like Luca – what if Rossi’s threat was closer than he expected.

“Is there a real risk that Mark is going to hurt me in any way, whether it's consciously or on accident? I mean, he already hurt you. So what if…”

Franky turned to him. He didn’t answer. He just looked at him, just for a short moment. A question clear in his eyes.

‘Are you afraid of us?’

That was the question that was laying in his eyes. He hadn’t spoken it out loud, but Alex knew that it was there. He knew it was the only reasonable conclusion anybody could have after hearing something like that.

But Alex just stared straight ahead, ignoring everything. He wasn't ready to answer this question, whether for the Italian, neither for himself. He wasn't scared, he wanted to tell himself he wasn't scared.

But on the other hand, as soon as he thought about Marc being a werewolf, all he could think about were the words Vale had spoken, the threats he had told him.

He tried to tell himself that he was talking about Marc, his older brother Marc. Marc was the kind of person to defend him, even if he was the only one. He would defend him even if he was in the wrong. He would defend him against anyone and everyone and nothing in all and everything at the same time.

But could he hurt him?

He knew he wouldn't hurt him. But the words Valentino Rossi had spoken still weighted heavy in his mind. There was something about the way he had talked that made him believe him. Should he run and hide? He knew he shouldn't.

He was still thinking about it when he finally made it to the hospital room. It still felt weird. Somehow off. There was an underlying fear that when he entered, Marc wouldn't be there for some reason.

It was the same fear that had nagged him during the last few days, when every time he had left the room for just a minute, he had feared that there was more blood spilling out of Marc’s wounds. He feared that there were more bones that would suddenly break for no reason or that when he’d return to look for Marc, he’d find an empty bed, being told the body had been bought to the morgue.

And now there was the fear that his brother would turn into something he couldn’t safe him from. What if he couldn’t ground him? What if he didn’t calm Marc? What if seeing him would enrage him?

He swallowed hard. He wanted to turn around and run. Just go home and never think about it again. He wanted to stand there, letting the problem pass on it’s own.

“Awe, is the little baby afraid?” he heard a voice in his head. Marc’s voice. He almost smiled. Why did memories always surface at the wrong time. “I am not afraid!” he had shot back, while trying to hide the fear in his eyes.

“Baby Alex is scared!” “I am not!” “Prove it. Go in the basement”

Alex had swallowed drily as he looked down the barely lit stares. “I – ehm…” “Come on, Alex” Marc had said softer, a smile on his 8 year old face. “I thought you wanted to prove me wrong. Well – show me I was wrong. I know you can”

He had looked up to him, his big brother flashing him a bright smile. Alex had felt a weird sense of strength knowing he was with him, even if he’d had to go down there alone.

He often used this kind of encouragement. Nagging him, insulting him, teasing him until Alex was angry enough to overcome his fear. And then there was this smile. Wide. Proud. Teasing.

Marc had done the same when it came to bikes. Despite growing up, next to them, the first time, it was Alex turn to drive his brothers old mini bike, all he felt was fear.

He had often said on top of it, even on his brother new, bigger one, or their fathers real one. But now that it was time to drive himself, make turns, accelerate and break, he was scared. He feared he’d do something wrong.

“What – What if I fall?” he asked, turning to Marc. Marc giggled. “Of course you’ll fall. And I’ll help you get up. Don’t worry. That’s how this works, idiot. Now get on with it! Do you know how annoying you were to drive this thing? Now drive! Drive! Drive! Or are you afraid?!”

Alex couldn’t help but smile.

“No… I’m not afraid.”

Without another thought, he pushed the door open, heart racing. There was sun coming in from the side. The sun was still shining through the window, the curtains pulled back. The light was illuminating the figure of his brother who laid in bed.

He looked the same and entirely different at the same time. He looked like the same boy he grew up with. Same face. Same body. Same exaggerated look in his face while talking to Dani. But at the same time, he looked entirely different.

The cracking of the door made Marc turn to Alex and finally the younger brother was able to look at the older one properly. It felt like for the first time in days, he was able to look him in the face, look him in the eyes and have him look back.

He looked in his eyes, still as dark brown and deep as ever. He still looked the same. There will still this slightly softer expression whenever Marc saw Alex. There was a certain sadness in his eyes. A panic. There was a look in his eyes that wasn't quite human. His eyes look bigger than before. No. Not necessarily bigger, but sharper.

His smile cracked up a bit. There was a slight pull of his lips towards his cheeks. “Alex!” he said. But at the same time, there was a nervous twitch. His body shifted and Alex didn’t fail to notice how Marc had slid his hands hiding under the blanket. “Hey, how are you doing?” He spoke quicker than usual. “Marc, hey, I should be asking you this.”

“What? No, it's nothing. I'm… I'm OK. Don't worry about me.” He shifted slightly. “I don't know why everybody is making such a fuss. They shouldn't have called you. I don't even know why half of them are here.” He laughed nervously.

Alex let out a silent sign. He knew his brother best. He knew what he was doing. He was hiding his worries by caring about Alex. He knew why he was doing it. He was freaking out.

Alex nodded slowly. He looked Marc up and down. Saw his fake smile, clearly trying to hide something. He once again looked where Marc’s hands were supposed to be. Alex noticed the way his brother's hands trembled beneath the fabric, the sheets bunched at the edges like a coiled spring. He was sure he was catching a glimpse of something supernatural underneath.

“Can you give us a moment?” he asked as he turned to Dani and Jorge. Both nodded before following Franco out.

When the door fell shut, Alex made a step towards the bed. Marc almost flinched, his eyes big. A shimmer of fear crossing his eyes. It broke a part of Alex.

Marc was scared of him?

No. He wouldn’t allow this. Whatever was going on, he needed his brother to get through this. They needed each other and he wouldn’t let this separate them.

“Scoop over, wolfie.” He said determined. “You… You know?” Marc’s face visibly fell and Alex laughed out loud. “Oh you don’t even know half of what I know!” Alex exclaimed with a smug only a younger sibling could do. “Now move your ass and let me cuddle you, idiot.”

“I… Alex, no. You don’t understand. I… I’m a monster. I can’t control it. I already hurt Morbidelli. I-“ “Do I look like I care. I know you. You’re not a monster… Just learning.” “No, you don’t understand.” With a shaking body he pulled his hands away from under the covers.

Alex stared at him. He stared at his fingers. Right out the finger tips, there were claws growing, big, sharp, dangerous. Definitely able to tear through skin.

Alex felt his breath stuck in his throat. Those were the claws Rossi had mentioned when he had threatened him. If Rossi did what he said he’d do, those claws would tear through his skin. They’d claw into his skin and destroy his face, leave him to bleed out.

“I can’t hurt you, Alex. I refuse to. Not even on accident. I-“ Marc started. His eyes were a mix of pleading and anger and Alex had enough. He refused to have his brother be worried, scared even.

He just put his hand around his claws. He felt the warmth beneath the coolness of the claw. He felt them slightly pierced in his hand. He felt the pressure, but he they didn’t had the pressure to actually hurt him.

“See?” he asked trying to get his breath under control. He smiled, half true, half fake. “I’m not hurt. It’s all good…”

[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.

[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.

Next chapters: Chapter 9V1, Chapter 9V2

- A.I.N

[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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[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.

[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.”