#that can't be pushed away forever since it might happen again

[isagrimorie]

Star Trek Voyager 5x11 - Latent Image

Seven: When you separated me from the Collective, I was an unknown risk to your crew, yet you kept me on board. You allowed me to evolve into an individual. Janeway: You're a human being. He's a hologram. Seven: And you allowed that hologram to evolve as well to exceed his original programming. And yet now you choose to abandon him. Janeway: Objection noted. Good night.

Latent Image Gifset series Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7

[rafeandonlyrafe]

almost sweet music

words: 900

warnings: 18+ only, smut, thigh job, clit rubbing, brief tit play, childhood friends to lovers, kinda somnophilia?

your eyes are open, but they might as well be closed as you look at nothing but pure darkness. you shift ever so slightly, pressing further into rafes hold.

it's not the first time you've shared a bed. he's been your friend for years, and you used to have sleepovers every weekend before your bodies developed and it became awkward.

you would still occasionally fall asleep in rafes bed, usually when the movie he picked to watch was too boring, or when you were waiting around for him and ended up taking a nap enveloped in his scent.

tonight is different. even when you share a bed, rafe never cuddles so close to you like this. yeah, you'll wake up with your head on his chest or a leg slung over his, but rafe is pressed right against your back.

his chest is rising and falling in a steady rhythm, but you can't tell for certain if he's asleep or just relaxed having you against him.

you close your eyes, relaxing back into his hold. his soft breath fans over your shoulder, barely covered by your tank top strap.

you're about to fall asleep when you feel something poking you. your eyes open again, wider this time as rafes hip press forward.

his obvious erection grinds against your ass, slow movements fooling you into believing rafe must be asleep still, body acting on its own, much like yours does when you seek him out in your sleep.

rafe let's out a soft moan, then a mumble of your name, and now you're certain he must be awake since you've never heard him sleep talk before.

his hips begin to move faster, like he's testing out how far he can take it before you wake up. how much movement will it take for you to stir, testing how much he can get away with.

you stiffen for a brief moment before relaxing again. you squeeze your eyes shut as you try to keep your breathing regular. you don't want rafe to stop. 

to others, it's been a clear (and long) game you've been playing, both pining after each other while claiming to just be best friends. this is the first time rafe has shown any clear evidence to you of his sexual attraction. what you don't see is his longing looks whenever your back is turned, or the way he's quick to go after any guy who looks at you for a little too long.

you let out a silent curse in your head. of course he's only doing this because he thinks your asleep as he moves faster against you, barriers of fabric in the way but not stopping his light moans, almost sweet music against your ears.

you wonder how long he's been pushing up against you before it woke you up. you consider your options. sit here silently, let him cum in his pants, or take action, show you're awake, and change your life forever.

you're done with the game as you reach down, startling rafe as he lets out a curse, but you simply pull your shorts down along with your underwear, revealing your bare ass as you spread your thighs, pussy on show and already starting to get wet.

you wait for rafe to continue. when it's clear he won't, you reach behind your back to pull his cock out of his pajama pants.

rafe follows your motions, taking your lead and going as far as you will allow as you rub his cock through your folds before closing your thighs around him.

“keep going.” you say. 

the words is all the encouragement rafe needs as he begins to thrust, the slick between your thighs growing as he pushes against you.

a hand that was holding you close to him travels to your pussy, rubbing you with a single finger, the pad rough against your sensitive clit.

the sound of slapping skin is a telltale sign of what is happening in the dark, as rafes hips meet your ass with every thrust.

you long for him to press into your cunt, but you know you need to have an actual discussion about what this is before allowing him to fuck you properly. the thighs will have to do.

rafe rubs faster, with a clear purpose as his cock swells. you can tell he's not far off, and the pure excitement from finally being with rafe also has your high growing.

you press further into his chest as your thighs squeeze together as tight as you can force them, letting out a moan when rafe spills, cum spurting through the gap onto the bed sheet.

he leaves his cock to soften between your legs as his finger keeps working on you, free hand coming to grab your chest over your shirt, hand possessively gripping your tits until your back arches, a strangled moan leaving your lips as you cum.

rafes hands disappear from off of you. you turn to face him, but can't see his expression.

“im-im sorry.” his words are enough for you to pinpoint where his mouth is as you lean in, pressing your lips together in a heated kiss.

“we can talk about it in the morning.” you say, tucking yourself back into his side. “we will cuddle and sleep and be in a much clearer headspace.”

rafe hesitates for a second before pressing a kiss to the top of your head, a soft smile on his face as your breathing returns to normal, not allowing himself to fall asleep until he hears your gentle snores.

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[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Run away with me.

Jack Dawkins x fem reader light smut.

Jack looked at you standing in his doorway, your elaborate dress looking so out of place in his tiny room. You were breathing heavily, a thin layer of sweat causing your skin to glow in the low lamp light. You put down a large carpet bag by the door.

"y/n, what is it? Has something happened?" Jack asks leaping from his bed. You shake your head.

"Where is Fagin?" You ask in a quiet voice.

"Out, drinking I think." He says. You nod, take a step forward and close the door behind you.

"Are you okay?" Jack asks again.

"I was at dinner, with my parents. There were several men there. Lady Fanny said it was because my mother wants to marry me off." You say.

Jack nods, confused.

"I looked at them all and I felt....I couldn't speak to any of them without comparing them to you." You admit.

"to me?" Jack smiles, he takes a step forward, "Your mother hates that you spend time with me." He reminds you. You can't stop the laugh that comes out of you.

"I know, but I don't care. I don't care about any of them, if you-" you cut yourself off, suddenly feeling doubt in your choices. Sensing it Jack closes the space between you, lifting your hands into his.

"I have been waiting to say this to you and I suppose now is the right time. Y/n from the moment you came barreling into this hospital I have been consumed by you. I think about you all day, wondering what you are doing, who you are speaking to. You are the thoughts before I sleep and the content of my dreams. You have bewitched me." He admits.

"I feel the same." You say smiling. Jack brings his lips to yours. The kiss is gentle, like he is frightened you might dissolve into the air. Your hands curl around his waistcoat lapels and you bring him closer to you. With precise movements Jack turns you and guides you back toward the bed, his lips never leaving yours.

"Jack, I-" you whisper, pulling back from his just a little.

"We can stop, at any moment if you're uncomfortable I'll stop." He says, one hand cupping your jawline. You nod and he continues the kiss. Using your nervous fingers you unbutton the blue waistcoat, pushing it off his shoulders. Jack shrugs his suspenders off so they drop down around his hips, his trousers dropping slightly. His tongue comes out a little to lick his lips before he too unbuttons your bodice. The tiny buttons seem to go on forever until he is able to toss your bodice to the ground. You drop your skirt and petticoats stepping out of them. Jack's hand takes your waist and pulls you back to a kiss. Blindly he unclips your corset, letting it join the pile of discarded clothing. His hand comes up to cup your breast, squeezing lightly. You sigh.

Jack lays you back on the bed, removing his breeches and lying beside you, half hovering over your body. He looks into your y/e/c eyes and has to remind himself to breathe.

"Are you sure you want this?" He asks, nose nudging your own. You nod.

"Yes." You whisper and bring him back down to you. Jack had not been this nervous since his first time with a woman. He tentatively ran his hand down your body, sliding his hand below your Bloomers to your core. The Doctor looks to you, silently asking for permission once more, you nod and he slips a finger between your folds. It was a sensation you had never felt before. His fingers worked in and around you. Your body arched and jolted involuntarily. Jack captured your moans in his kisses, easing you through your orgasim.

"Jack, I want you." You say holding him to you. Jack fully undressed you both before moving back over you and settling between your legs. He stroked his penis in his hand a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.

"If it hurts or you feel uncomfortable, I'll stop." He breathes out. He pushes his tip into you and you feel the stretch. Jack's hand moves to hold yours as he slowly sinks into you. The stretch is delicious, making you feel full. Jack's breath is shallow.in your ear as he begins to move inside you.

Sure you had adjusted to his size and movements Jack kissed you once more.

"I'm going to move faster now, okay?" He says to you and you nod your head. The feeling of his body moving against yours and the rhythmic motions of his pelvis had your muscles clenching around him.

"Oh god." His grunted, biting his head into your shoulder as his movements became sloppy, chasing his own end. His kisses you hard as he spilled himself inside you before collapsing above you. His body weight pressing onto.

"wow." You say between panted breathes. Jack agreed and slid out of you to lay beside you and pull the blanket over you both.

"Jack, I have a lot of money., I have a thousand pounds in my bag." You say, your head resting on his shoulder and his fingers tracing circles on your arm.

"I'm aware." He laughs.

"I know you have made a life here, in Port Victory but would you run away with me?" You ask. Jack freezes.

"Where would we go?" He asks.

"America? There are new towns popping up all over the place. We could set up an office, your own office."

Jack moves himself so he can look into your eyes.

"Are you serious about this?" He searches your eyes and you nod. "We will have to take Fagin." He smiles at you.

"Of course." You giggle as he settles himself back beside you. How is it his life continues to get better? Now he had you, fully and he didn't plan on ever letting you go

"All you have to do is pack and we can be gone, before my parents get to the desert."

[keepswingin]

“You did so good. Don’t worry, you-you did so good.” —skz

The hospital is too quiet, you decide.

You don't know how long you've been sitting here, but the longer you sit and stare down at your bandaged hands, the more you grow to hate the silence that sits stagnant around you.

You start to wish for something to happen as time drags alongside the drip you've been hooked to. You don't want to close your eyes and doze off again, far too worried about what might meet you on the other side. Earlier, you had awoken with a scream choking you. Yesterday, you had cried until there were no more tears left.

It nearly makes you laugh. You lost control of your own memories far too long ago, and they've done nothing but haunt you since.

The door across the room slides open and you jump at the sudden sound, wincing as you accidentally tug on what you're pretty sure is your injured rib. Before you can assess the damage, you're pulled into a hug against a chest you know all too well.

Tears prick at your eyes, and it's not from the way your injuries protest, or the stretch of bandages being pulled against skin.

"C-Changbin?" you whisper, your voice breaking halfway through. The arms around you squeeze you tighter in response, a home you've never forgotten, and you nearly break down right then and there. You don't think you've ever missed somebody so much.

"Jagyia," he says softly, the quietest you've ever heard him speak. "I've missed you. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

You scoff, but it's watery, and your nose is running, and you can't stop crying and your chest hurts but it's in a good way because you know you're safe here with him, and you've never been more grateful for anything in your life. You slide closer and tuck your face against his neck, reaching one of your arms around his shoulders so that you can tangle your hand in his hair.

"Bin," you mumble, tugging him closer. "I'm so sorry."

The tears have already started, and you are helpless to stop them like this, so exhausted and hurt and aching for someone who cares. One of his hands is curled under the back of your shirt, rubbing back and forth across the curve of your back, and of course he remembers what you said all that time ago, of course he does. 

He's only ever cared, and you've only ever hid. 

"There is nothing you should be apologizing for," he says, soft and certain and steady. "None of this was your fault, Y/N. Not one damn thing." And for some reason, it's those words that break the damn you've struggled to keep at bay. 

Weeks, months, years, trapped, unable to see a clear path leading out. The worst of it all happening over a span of the last two weeks, worried texts pinging from a cell phone he didn't let you have. Staring at the door like looking at it would release you, would snap the locks and snap his ankles so that you could run and never look back.

The police came. Eventually.

A concerned neighbor or other - you don't really remember. Something you would've never guessed when they never cared enough to call any of the other times before.

When you had cried on the back porch. When he had thrown a glass. When you both had screamed at each other on the sidewalk. Worse, worse, worse. Until he had finally snapped, and you were the very thing he broke.

Changbin tugs you closer and holds you in a way no one else ever has. "You did so good," he murmurs, turning and pressing a kiss to your skin. "Don't worry. You did so good. I'm proud of you, Y/N. So damn proud." 

Your chest hurts, and so does your head.

Your heart aches, and your wrists burn. 

But the man you've done nothing but push away out of fear is here anyway, after everything, refusing to let you go, and you aren't scared. In fact, you would be okay if he held you like this forever, and you never thought forever would be possible again.

"I love you," you all but whisper, heart laid bare. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I love you when I know you probably don't want me. I'm sorry."

Changbin is silent for a long moment, but he doesn't dare move away. You squeeze him tighter, and he exhales softly, the sound trembling through his chest.

"About time you said it," he murmurs, and you think he might be crying, or maybe that's just you, blubbering and shaking and worried he'll push you away, "how could you think I would ever be able to love anyone else?"

And that, you think, is what sews your heart back together.

[neteyamssyulang]

❅ Passion’s Price ❅

❅ 400 Follower Special ❅

❅ Pairing: So’lek x Fem omaticaya reader x Neteyam aged up ❅

❅ Summary: All you had to do was listen, but you didn’t. Now you suffer the punishment.

❅ Warnings: Dom So’lek, Dom Neteyam, Sub Reader, P in V, Oral (N receiving).

❅ Word count: 452 ❅

❅ Translation(s): Paskalin -> Honey, Syulang -> Flower, yawntusyíp -> Darling, Yawne -> Beloved.

❅ A/N: The smut might be shit so I apologize

When it came to sharing, your men were pretty good at it, they never fought over you or anything. For the past couple days though, you've been on punishment since you couldn't follow one simple order.

Don't touch yourself.

So when your mates came back home early from hunting you knew you were fucked.

Everything's trashed in the kelku from you trying to get away from your mates, Neteyam lunges at you while So'lek tries to corner you.

"Come on paskalin" So'lek taunted "You know you can't get away forever." Neteyam only chuckled adding  "He is right princess, sooner or later we will claim our prize."

Deciding to make a break for it you run towards the flap of the kelku almsot reaching it before being pulled back into a hard chest.

Neteyam held you close to him, his face burried into the side of your neck inhaling your sweet scent. "You know darling, we were going to go easy on you this time, but since you want to act like a brat I do not think you deserve it."

So'lek now stood infront of you "I think we should teach our little syulang a lesson, what do you think Teyam?" He purred looking behind you at the other male.

A dark chuckle rumbled through Neteyam's chest "I think we shall" with that So'lek grabbed you from Neteyam placing you down onto the cot. "Strip, then present for us yawntusyíp" So'lek commanded.

Not wanting to get into more trouble you obeyed, stripping from your clothes then moving onto your stomach with your ass in the air and back arched just the way they like it.

Both men groaned at the sight of your already drenched pussy, slick leaking down your thighs.

You heard them shuffling behind you as they frantically took off their tewngs, So’lek moved behind you while Neteyam got on his knees infront of you.

“Open” Neteyam spoke while tapping his cockhead against your lips, you shook your head no while narrowing your eyes up at him “It was one time ma’teyam, it will never happen again.”

Sighing he shared a glance with the male behind you, your hairless brows furrowed in confusion before a scream left your lips.

Taking the chance, Neteyam slid his cock into your mouth “Do not bite me” he warned, his left hand held your cheek while his right went to your hair making a makeshift ponytail.

So’lek grunted as he began moving, his harsh thrusts pushing you deeper onto Neteyam’s cock causing you to gag on it.

"Now that's a good girl" So'lek praised, Neteyam groaned moving his hips forward now matching So’lek’s thrusts "Our good little yawne."

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Complicated

Summary: Feeling down in the dumps about your feelings for Eddie leads to Steve trying to comfort you. He's got his own unrequited love going on with Nancy.

Drinks are consumed and you sleep together, then Eddie finds out.

Awkward...

Part one ❤️ Haven't decided if this is going to be an Eddie x Reader story or Steve x Reader. I have plans for both but it depends on what you all want ❤️

Warnings: Minors shoo! Jealousy, 18+, one night stand.

Don't copy, reuse or repost my work.

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"No you hang up first'' Eddie says in a gushy voice that makes you want to vomit. If you had to hear this one more time you might snap.

Chrissy Cunningham was on the other line, Eddie's dream girl since forever.

The sweetness in his tone makes you ache inside and you turn away from Eddie, meeting Steve's sympathetic gaze.

He nods briefly in Jonathan and Nancy's direction, he knows how you feel. It makes you feel less alone.

To Eddie you were like one of the guys, a pal and that's it. He'd never see you in a romantic way - ever.

It fucking sucked and yet you loved Eddie so much that you just wanted him to be happy, so you pushed down your feelings, ignored the break in your heart everytime a pretty girl caught his eye, buried your feelings away.

The thing is it was getting harder to do.

"Shit, will someone hang the fuck up" Mike snaps annoyed at the gushing. Eddie blushes and says goodbye to Chrissy and you plant a smile on your face as he says he's going to hers for a little while.

"I'll catch up with you tommorow yeah princess?" you nod, willing away the tears as you watch him go.

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One by one everyone starts to leave, Steve stays behind to help you clean up.

"It sucks about Munson, I'm sorry he doesn't see how you feel about him" Steve tells you as you both settle down with a beer.

"Kinda used to it by now but thanks Steve, guess it can't be great watching Nance and Jonathan being all lovey dovey now that he's back from California" he makes a face and nods in agreement you clink bottles in solidarity.

One beer turns into two, that turns into a few more and the both of you are a little tipsy.

Steve takes your hand as you sigh in numb acceptance, letting the tears fall freely now, the alcohol is making you weepy yet seeing things with crystal clear clarity.

"I'm just not his type, never would be. It's time that I move on and accept that" You shrug, it hurts your already aching heart but you know it's what you have to do.

"Mmm, you want to feel wanted, desired honey? You're beautiful, kind, funny. Any guy would be lucky to be with you"

Steve draws little circles around your palm with his thumb, the exchange feels heated, butterflies fill your belly and you grin at him.

"You really think so?" he nods, his gaze slowly trails down to your lips and both of you move forward at the same time, lips touching briefly, then again.

Kissing Steve feels really nice, more than nice. He moves to kiss your neck and you climb onto his knee, straddling him.

"You want to do this honey?" his hazel eyes fill with lust as you nod and pull of your t shirt.

"I'm kinda curious why all the ladies call you king Steve?" you reply teasingly and he laughs, then kisses you again.

The night passes in a haze of kissing, your naked body entwined with Steve and the most exquisite pleasure.

Steve's lips everywhere on your body, kissing over your breasts and then lower and lower until he was burying his head between your thighs.

You barely have any sleep, when you wake your sated, the memories of the night coming back to you as you turn around and find Steve fast asleep beside you, cuddled into your pillow, his legs entwined with yours.

He blinks sleepily, eyes widening as he wakes up fully and he pieces together what happened between you two.

"Shit" is all he says and you wrap the sheets around you as you sit up.

"I know we are both wrapping our head around what happened but all I know is that it was uh really, really good. Was it good for you?" he softens at your worried look and smiles.

"It was amazing sweetheart, so good but we're friends and things are complicated with Nancy, you love Eddie. It's all crazy" he runs his hand through his hair, looking stressed.

"I know things are complicated but it was kinda nice for a few hours to just forget about all of that" It's true, it was good just to feel nothing but pleasure and not constant heartache.

You kiss Steve on the cheek and get dressed, you've just about got your t shirt and some pants on when Eddie bounds up the stairs. You shriek and use your blanket to cover you.

"Jesus don't you knock or call out when you're here?" You cry out and Eddie stops still, eyes flicking up and down you in your state of undress, he blushes.

"Ugh, shit sorry princess. Chrissy and I had a fight and I just wanted some company" he looks so lost and your heart tugs with pain at the sorrow in his voice.

"Can you give me five minutes? The we can talk" Eddie notices something behind you and he looks stunned.

"Steve? What are you doing here?" ah shit. So much for avoiding an awkward moment.

"Just crashed on the couch" Steve shrugs and Eddie looks between the two of you, both your dishevelled appearances and he's puts the pieces together.

"The non existent couch in yn's bedroom" Eddie asks tonelessly? He's quiet for a moment and you speak to fill the silence.

"Eddie...

"So you had sex, great that's...uh, that's good for you" There's a weird, high tone in his voice.

"It happened once, kinda got a little bit drunk" You tell him and then frown, why are you explaining yourself? He's your best friend yes but it's none of his business who you sleep with.

"Twice" Steve corrects you, Eddie has this strange look on his face, it both confuses and concerns you.

"Are you okay Eddie?" he blinks startled and shakes himself.

"Yeah, so you and Steve huh? It's great... Uh, I should really go apologise to Chrissy" before you can say anything he's down the stairs and out the door.

What the fuck?

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[whatwooshkai]

20 please!!

The weight of the world seems to have settled on the other rescue bot's shoulders.

Something's bothering Heatwave, it's been bothering him every since all four of them met, and now it's bothering everyone, especially Chase. After the Incident, the police bot can't seem to get his mind off whatever it is Heatwave's got eating at him.

And Blades. He's always had this kind of heaviness, but after the Incident, he's just gotten heavier. He's got this far away look in his optics, like he's watching bots that aren't them, and always reliving memories instead of staying in the present moment.

In short, it's depressing. They have their moments, yeah, but the vibe around here is so bad even the humans have started to pick up on it.

What the rescue bots need, Boulder decides, is an intervention.

So they whip up several of everyone's favorite flavor of high grade and gets them all blackout drunk.

Boulder had graciously decided to stay sober to keep an optic on everyone, and that is proving to be a better and better decision by the moment as this is not going well in the slightest.

Well, it's not going badly. This is pretty much the usual for a night like this, actually. But the Burns are reacting badly.

They'd started out playing poker, and now Boulder isn't even sure what the game is, just that they, Chase and Heatwave are absolutely losing.

"Boulder," the Chief hisses through gritted teeth, "it is midnight. What is going on?"

"'M GOIN' ALL IN!" Chase slurs, shoving his meager pile of chips forward. One of his arms is wrapped tight around Heatwave, who started uncontrollably sobbing two bottles in and hasn't stopped since.

Blades has almost every single chip in their set, stacked in high, neat piles that cover a large swatch of table in front of him. He gives Chase an unimpressed glare, then pushes one of the smaller piles forward.

Boulder's basically done playing anyways, so they push their chips towards Chase, who absorbs them into his pile without hesitation.

Blades rolls his optics exaggeratedly. "Don't extend their suffering."

Ignoring him, Boulder leans down to the Chief. "I thought it might help them relax," they admit, tapping his hands against their thighs. "We used to do it in the academy."

The Chief raises an eyebrow. "Is it helping?"

"Tomorrow will tell," Boulder says, patting their thighs again. "Now I'm not so sure."

"What, Heatwave usually doesn't cry this much?"

"No, that's uh, pretty par for the course, actually." Boulder chews on their lip. "They're just not talking like I thought they would."

Both Boulder and the Chief look to the other Burns kids, still on the lift, watching the scene with a mix of abject horror and fascination.

"What, lots of deep and in depth conversations going on usually?" Kade pipes up. "'Oh, guys,'" he poorly imitates Heatwave, "'even though I'm a total jackass and insufferable to be around, I love you guys, I really do-"

"Not so much like that," Boulder mutters, tuning him out. "It's less of a tangible thing, for lack of a better work. Field talk, kind of. Everything's so muddled right now it's like they're speaking in a different- oh."

Boulder blinks as realization hits them. Of course they can't understand any of the talking that's happening, they're not drunk.

Reaching for a bottle, some of the tension leaves their frame. "I'm just not drunk enough to listen," they hum, about to throw it back, when the Chief places his hands on their calf.

"Stay sober, please?" he asks. "I'd rather at least one of my rescue bots not be inebriated if something happens."

An uncharacteristic beat of anger flashes through Boulder, and it's enough to cause the other three to look over in surprise. Your rescue bots? they want to demand. They're my rescue bots, as I am theirs. These are things I may never hear if I don't hear them now. I can't stay in the dark forever. If they need me I need to be able to know what to do-

They put down the bottle. "You're right," Boulder says, offering a smile that doesn't quite reach their optics. "Someone has to be responsible here."

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Even that night, with the other three pressed so close Boulder can feel their fields in their frame, Boulder can't understand it.

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The next morning, Blades is looking at Heatwave strangely, and Chase is brimming with frustration. And Boulder doesn't understand.

Somehow, they think they've made it all worse.

[xxsycamore]

"I can't have sex with you Arthur, I don't have enough diamonds!!"

Arthur Conan Doyle x f!Reader • rating: M (MDNI) • tags: Breaking the Fourth Wall; Crack; Implied Sexual Content; Suggestive Themes • wordcount: 580 • masterlist

a/n: I've had this crack fic idea since FOREVER, but I think it's relatable at any given time... Tagging @ikemendood for crack content 👉🏻👈🏻

It has been one of these days, when it feels like you and Arthur have been locked in the universe of some kind of action movie. Bizzare and dramatic things have been happening all day long, some that led to miscommunications between you but quickly got resolved with the power of love...

Naturally, eager as you both are to once again prove your love for each other, things begin to get heated at the end of the day.

And then you gasp panically in realization.

"I don't have enough dia for the epilogue!!"

You find yourself pushed down on the bed, but in the last second you manage to block Arthur with your hands so he can't get on top of you yet.

"Hmm?~What did you say, Luv? You know, I've been waiting to have you sprawled under me allll day..."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you let out an agonizing whine at having to disobey your own need. You turn to your side and reach for your cellphone that has been charging on the nightstand.

Arthur blinks, still perplexed that you're using this thing at all. While you could charge it just fine, he wondered what you're using it for in this day and age.

Not to mention at a time like that. While he's right there, ready to devour you.

"Dear?"

You appear to be tapping hurriedly on the thing, blue light illuminating your face as some strange music is produced from the bizarre piece of technology. Without looking at your lover, you struggle to mutter an answer.

"It's- You wouldn't understand."

Arthur remains frozen in his place, observing as the screen flashes, your fingers dancing on it. He sees... test tubes aligned on the screen. They're ...filled with different colored liquid?

You rush to sort them by color as if you're being held at gunpoint. Arthur has never been so confused in his life.

"Luv, you're right, I don't understand. But you could just say if you don't feel in the mood for-"

"NO! I MUST GET THE EPILOGUE AND HAVE SEX WITH YOU TONIGHT!"

"...?"

The sultry conclusion, the epilogue of your day spent together, he figures. His writer's vocabulary might be rubbing off on you. That's kind of endearing, but...

Arthur sits down on his haunches perplexed. Is this some strange form of bedroom roleplay you're introducing him to?

"I must have you, Arthur, I even saw the preview and it was so hot-"

"The preview? You're saying you had a naughty dream about us making love and you want to see it come true? Dirty girl..."

Arthur's distracting words make you mess up in your game, and you have to restart the level. Just a few more and the game will give you a reward in diamonds, then all you need to do would be to watch those annoying daily ads and then it should be enough...

Seeing that his dirty talk has no effect on you, Arthur sighs and moves away from his position. Instead, he lies down next to you, becoming your big spoon as he looks over your shoulder at the game you're so consumed in, seeing that you're not going to pay him any attention before you're done with it.

"It's some kind of puzzle game, isn't it? Maybe you should leave it to me, Luv... in the meantime, why don't you tell me more about that 'preview' you saw of our intimate time together, hmm?"

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Inspired by one of maribat-menagerie's proposals

One of the big things that happen in almost every Maribat fic is Adrien getting stripped of his Miraculous so a batboy can be the Black Cat. But you could actually play with this idea of Adrien becoming Catwoman's apprentice/accomplice:

The story starts in stereotypical Maribat fashion with Marinette feeling unappreciated for her efforts and easily falling for whatever Batboy came into town to solve all her problems. Things progress as normal: Robin uncovers Gabriel, Lila gets sent packing and Adrien gets thrown to the wolves because he didn't do what the Batboy did- left to enjoy the association of being Hawkmoth's son while losing Plagg.

Because it turns out that Ladybug does actually believe in the idea that the holders of creation and destruction are soulmates, just not with him.

Anyhow normally this is where Adrien's story in a Maribat fic would end. He's condemned to a mundane life of public disgrace and suffering while Marinette goes to Gotham to live the superhero dream.

But not this time. Sure, Marinette leave with her Box and the Ring now fits on Robin's finger, but Adrien's not quite done. Sure it seems that way and as he retreats from public life under the heat of condemnation he falls into a deep depression. He's lost everything. His friends (can't be associated with Hawkmoth's son). His family (Nathalie is probably dead, Gabriel is in prison forever and The Gorilla needs employment after all). Even his home was seized by the The State- if not for a small trust fund Nathalie had had the foresight to set up for him he'd have nowhere to live at all.

The best he can do is live in an old house far in the countryside, hoping that people won't recognize him with his dyed black hair. At this point, all Adrien has to his name of his old life are his parents rings- one last gift snuck to him by Nathalie. Holding a secret within whose revelation robbed him of even his humanity.

It seems that after everything he did to try and make a life for himself outside of his gilded cage, he's doomed to spend his life in this new one. A cage made of crumbling old walls who were his only protection from a hostile world beyond them.

At least until one day, a certain Cat shows up. Not Plagg as Adrien dreamed of seeing again, or even the Robin who appeared in his nightmares to taunt him, but the infamous antihero Catwoman.

She' was surprised that he noticed her sneaking in, but Adrien's senses were still sharp from his time as Chat Noir. But it makes no real difference, one way or the other she's leaving with what she came for: The Graham de Vanily rings.

It turns out that his dear Auntie still wanted "her heirlooms" back, so she'd contracted Catwoman to go get them. Normally she wouldn't take such contracts, but with the Bats having ready access to magical jewellery her usual picking grounds were becoming harder to play in.

This breaks something in Adrien. After everything he's lost, after everyone had abandoned him in one way or the other, after neither Felix or Amelie could be bothered to help him in his time of need they still wouldn't let him have his soul?

Catwoman seems bemused by his spluttering, but she's intrigued enough to let him elaborate. Adrien knows from one look at her that he has no chance of beating her in a fight anyway, she'd get his rings one way or the other so he might as well tell her the truth. It's not like he owed anyone his silence and no one had actually cared about his side of the story since he'd lost Plagg.

So he spills. He takes the chance to rant about his situation, how he'd tried his best to be Ladybug's partner but he'd been pushed away, sidelined without cause. how his parents had had a magical slave collar on him since his creation. How his friends had abandoned him, how Ladybug who'd promised him "them against the world" had dropped him like garbage the second she'd gotten a "better model".

Selena listens, but she also happens to know Marinette herself- at least through others and knows the story on both sides now. So she bemusedly tries to correct him- only to find herself corrected:

Catwoman: You didn't exactly try to help her that much did you though?

Adrien: Ladybug pushed me away every time I tried. But I was always there for her. Every time she needed someone to fall on his sword for a plan. Every time she needed a shield I used myself. The one time I failed to show up, she stopped calling on me and started using an entire team instead.

...

Catwoman: Were you really that great a partner though? Robin picked up the ring and did a better job than you did even though you'd had it for months, plus all the training as a holder the old Guardian gave you that Robin didn't have while he was in France.

Adrien: What training? Fu never trained me. I didn't even know he trained Ladybug. As for Robin, maybe the fact that he's been trained by Batman for years before he even came to Paris might play a factor?

You know, I had martial arts and acrobatics before I put on the ring but I'll bet training under "the dark knight" might just be a bit above that. Oh, and Ladybug actually told Robin things. I didn't even know about the Grimoire until after the last battle.

...

Selena: But what about your friends? I've done my research you know? They said you were two-faced and cowardly, you knew about Lila and did nothing. You got your friend Marinette to take the high road and do the same.

Adrien: Did nothing? As far as I knew when I gave that advice Lila was just lying for attention and the first time I tried to get her to stop she got Akumatised on the spot. Marinette was freaking out and acting crazy, the only thing she was doing was making herself look worse in front of the class and risking Lila getting Akumatised again. It was the best advice I could give her until Hawkmoth was captured, or unless someone could prove she'd done something bad enough to get her sent out of Paris.

But I did what I could.

When Lila got Marinette expelled, I was the one who stepped up and helped her. No one else. I couldn't prove anything. I'm not a Robin trained by the Greatest Detective in the world. But I knew what Lila wanted and I used myself as collateral to get her to stop.

And two-faced? That's rich from my "friends". I've had time to think and realise what they were doing all those times they left me and Marinette together. Even before they left me out to dry they treated me more like some prize for Marinette to win instead of a friend, it was all some big game to them.

Now none of them speak to me now that I'm not a rich-boy celebrity anymore. It's like they all decided that I'm responsible for their mistakes with Lila.

---

And so the conversation continues. For the first time, Adrien finally gets to tell his side of the story, even if it's to someone who came to rob him of the one thing of value he had left. And Selena... is intrigued.

She looks carefully over the boy. He's a pretty thing, but he's also clearly strong. There's still lean muscle on him despite the year trapped in this miserable little house. It suddenly strikes her ironically just how much like one of Bruce's Robin's he is- especially with his hair dyed black.

An athletic, intelligent young man made from birth to be a perfect heir to an evil father? One whose socialization had come far, far too late to be healthy? An echo of Damian.

All around her were cheap, but well-read books on an eclectic range of subjects. Tim would find plenty of common interests with this one.

The spark wasn't there now, not in this broken shell of a boy. But when Chat Noir had been in his prime even Dick would have found a cat-themed mirror for his puns and the sheer joy he took in his freedom as a superhero.

Thankfully there's precious little of Jason in him and the similarities to the rest of the bat-family faded from there. But it was undeniable how well he fit the shape of a Robin, even down to the lack of a family with Gabriel Agreste apparently having no interest in his son even before his life sentence.

But he wasn't a Robin now was he? He was a cat.

And in this place, in this dead-end of a life: he had nothing to lose.

Selena asks him for his rings.

Adrien, exhausted from his rant, simply hands them over. What would be the point in fighting?

But to his surprise: Selene doesn't leave or mock him or anything else that he expected. But rather she raises the rings to her skilled eyes to make sure she had the real things and then asks him a question;

Answer me; was anything you just said a lie?

Adrien is compelled to confirm that it was the truth.

Selena considers him once more. Considers his performance as Chat Noir again. Considers what he'd achieved without the training he should have had.

There was potential here. Potential that had been discarded and left to rot. Potential with no loyalties left to his family, friends or anything else. With a new name, a new mask: this boy could become to her what Bruce's Robins were to him.

And really, the Vanily's money couldn't really compare to what she could do with a kitten of her own. One with a bit of resentment ready to be aimed at Bruce's new foundlings that were annoying her so badly.

Selena: So Adrien, you were a bit of a rulebreaker once upon a time. Do you still have that in you?

It turns out that Adrien very much did.

Wonderful prompt! A lot of salt fic stories don't tend to focus on what would come after the story ends, it just assumes that anyone that isn't Marinette just lives miserably ever after. Having Adrien make a comeback without a even having a miraculous sounds actually dope.

[lostinwoso]

Loser (Alexia x Reader)

Song - 3.1k words

Oh, I'm such a loser, how'd I ever lose her? Oh, maybe I must have been out of my mind Now, I'm a loser, why'd I have to lose her? I'll never recover, I'll never be fine 'cause I

Alexia is lying in bed, the conversation between the both of you just a few hours ago keeps on replaying in her mind over and over again. This isn’t her first break-up, but for some reason this one with you cuts deeper than any other she had to go through. 

The way you brokenly whispered “I can’t do this anymore.”, while desperately trying to keep your tears at bay, brings tears to her own eyes. Just like you earlier, she tries to avoid them from running down her face, but as her mind repeats the scene of you pulling away when she tried to touch you and instead whispered a small, “Sorry.”, before turning around to leave her behind, is enough to make the tears fall.  

“¡Estúpida Alexia!”, the Spanish woman harshly whispers to herself while rather aggressively wiping the tears away, but no matter how often she does it, there always seem more and more tears to make their way down her face. 

Eventually the heart-broken woman gives up, just letting the tears run down her face since it’s not like they would stop anytime soon when the scene keeps on replaying over and over again, not even giving her the chance to calm down any time soon. Even as she falls asleep from exhaustion a few hours later, your face and words are still present in her mind.

I just might get a little too drunk, so I won't think about us (Uh) I don't think about what (Uh) we could have been And I stay up like three or four nights, so I won't dream about us (Uh) I wake up with no luck (No), I just can't win

No matter how much Alexia tries to keep you off her mind, it doesn’t work. If it isn’t you breaking up with her on her mind than its other moments shared between the two of you. All the times she made you laugh, the movies and shows you watched and the little trips you took together.

What was new though were the thoughts and dreams about the what if’s? What if you two didn’t break up? Would you two be together on one of the trips you two wanted to go on? Walking together through the streets of Athens together? Or maybe rather decided to go to Paris together? Snapping the most usual tourist pictures ever with the Eiffel Tower? 

But it isn't just the short-term what if's that occupy her. What if it’s just a small up and down along the way? Weren’t you two meant to last forever, as she first thought you two would be? Weren’t you both meant to marry each other at some point in the future? Weren’t you supposed to wear her last name ‘Putellas’ proudly? Shouldn’t you have been the one she starts a family with? 

All those questions run through her mind at high speed. And if distracting herself doesn’t work, then a little alcohol should do the magic, right? So here she sits at home on her couch, second bottle of wine already halfway chugged down, watching some random show on the TV. And to be fair it did help a little, but only until she finally called it a night and went to bed, that’s when she is confronted with your face again, clearly visible in her mind. Sometimes it’s just you alone, but sometimes she can see herself next to you, doing all the what if’s her mind won’t shut up about.

And the only thing that can help prevent that from happening? Staying awake. So instead of drinking herself to sleep, she drinks just enough to make her mind a bit quieter but not too much for her to feel sleepy, so she can stay awake as long as possible. One night without sleep turns into two, then three, and eventually four. She even tried to push for a fifth night but there is only so much her body can take without sleep, so despite her wanting to fall asleep, she does. Once again dreaming of you two together just to wake up all alone, but still with you present in her mind.

I should've seen it all along (Ah-ah) She was one in a million (Ah-ah) It hurts whenever someone says her name

Alexia tried her hardest to not look at you during training, pretending as if you weren’t there. And that was honestly working out quite well so far for her, mostly thanks to the separated group drills you were in, but football in general has always been Alexia’s escape when things in life were difficult. 

She is completely focused on the drill at hand, until a loud shriek breaks her focus away from the ball.

“Y/N!”.

Pain. A small stab feeling like pain hits the woman’s chest, as her throat closes up a little. She raises her hand up to her chest to rub the spot where the stabbing-like pain comes from, but it refuses to leave. She knows she shouldn’t look over right now, if that is the reaction of simply hearing your name, she doesn’t want to know how worse the pain could get from seeing you. But it's as if she has no control over her own eyes anymore, and before she knows it, she is looking at you. 

There you are laughing at Jana who tries to wipe her face dry with her training top after you just splashed some of your water on her face. Alexia forgets to breathe for a moment, tears gathering in her eyes, the pain in her chest getting worse, but she couldn’t look away. Her eyes focus on your face, the face you make while laughing always managed to bring a smile to her face, but not now. All it does now is bring her another wave of pain while reminding the woman of what should have seen long before.

You are the only one for her. 

Oh, I'm such a loser, how'd I ever lose her? Oh, maybe I must have been out of my mind Now, I'm a loser, why'd I have to lose her? I'll never recover, I'll never be fine 'cause I

It’s been almost two weeks since you broke things off with a Catalonian woman, Alexia thought it would be better by now, that her heart wouldn’t ache anymore every time she sees or hears you in training but no. The pain is still there, every. single. time. 

The what ifs are still there. During the day in her thoughts or at night in her dreams. Her family noticed the change in the woman, usually she would call or text every day, but now it’s only every now and then, when her mind actually allows having another thought for a moment before you would take your place there again. 

Her mother and sister asked questions, they went through every possible thing that could lead to their loved one to be so distant and distracted all the time. But the answer was always the same, “No, it’s not that.”. That’s until they ask if something happened between the two of you, she doesn't answer immediately. Should she admit that you left her in the dust? Did you leave her for good? What would they say? Would they be disappointed, upset for losing you, when they love you almost as much as she loves you?

With those thoughts in mind, she softly shakes her head, whispering a weak, “No”, that she herself can’t even really buy sincerely off. Her mother and sister make eye contact for a moment, not believing the woman in front of them, but instead of questioning further, they just decide to hold her a little closer.

Uh, I just might been a little too gone When she needed somebody (Uh) Up against her body (Woah) at 2 AM

In the third week, Alexia tried to think about what the breaking point of your relationship could have been. The obviousness in the answer pains Alexia, she is an asked woman, so as one of the most popular women in the football industry she often has many events to attend. 

Those events often go until the early mornings, with alcohol flowing easily throughout the entire night. Chatting with strangers and investors that don’t even really care about her as a person, only caring about her as the brand and face she has become for women football all over the world. Is that why she lost you? Because she rather wasted her time away with people who don’t even care about her as a person? 

As Alexia tries to recount the amount of times she didn’t make it home until the early mornings, she lets out a sigh. Why didn’t she try harder to be there for you? Why did she stay there for so long when all the important stuff was always finished way earlier? 

She can’t imagine how you must have felt all the times where you had to go to bed alone and having to wake up alone at times, or having to spend mornings alone because the alcohol the woman consumed left her dead asleep until early noon. 

How much does she wish she would have done things different, wishing that time machines are real, and she could simply go back in time and do things the right way for you. Being there right next to you while going to sleep, holding you close to her all throughout the night until you both would have to get up together. Spending all the mornings together making breakfast or just staying in a little longer. 

But that’s not how things work in life. There is no time machine she can use to get back in time, no. She is here in the present, alone, without you by her side.

Yeah, and now I keep lying to myself When she's just joking probably (She's joking probably) She'll probably call me and we'll be us again

Denial. That was up next, after the first two weeks of only grief, which is still present, and questioning the possible reason of you calling quits on her is now the time for denial.

Every relationship has its ups and downs, so maybe this is yours? Maybe you didn’t mean a complete break-up but rather a small break apart from one another?  

Deep down Alexia knows that this isn’t the case, this wasn’t just a down in your relationship, after all there is no relationship to have ups and downs in anymore. You felt her, completely, with no intention of coming back. But lying to herself is much easier than accepting the truth. 

So she checks her phone almost every 30 minutes, has her ringtone on full volume, waiting for you to send her a text or call her to tell her you didn’t mean what you said. You were joking or just having a bad day when all this disaster happened.  So it’s just a matter of time until you reach out to her, it could happen any minute, or maybe you would rather have this walk in person and will approach her at the next training session?  

It will eventually happen, that’s what Alexia repeats in her head over and over again, if not in the next hour, then the day and if not the next day then the days after this one, but it will happen. You will reach out and tell her that everything is okay between the two of you, you still have a chance to experience all those scenarios her mind plays on the daily. This is not the end between the two of you, it can’t be. 

But the text or call never comes in, and you don’t even spend moments longer close to her in training than you have to. She knew from the beginning that the thought was ridiculous, she knows that you didn’t just joke about breaking up, but damn does she wish you did. So no matter how much she knew how stupid and unrealistic the thought was, she hoped there was at least some possibility of it becoming reality. 

Wanting nothing more than to have you back by her side.

I should've seen it all along (Ah-ah) She was one in a million (Ah-ah) Now she's in love, and I'm in second place (Damn)

The denial phase ended rather quickly, but the ultimate end to it was put when you posted a picture of Ana and you on Instagram. The both of you smiling brightly at one another with the Swiss woman having her arm thrown around your shoulder, pulling you into her, way closer than normal friends would be. 

That’s just a normal picture of two friends, right? There is no way you moved on from her while she is still hung up on you, right? 

But the simple heart you used as caption is enough to let her know that this is not just a simple picture between two friends, and the comment from Ana with a heart and the heart-eyes emoji doesn’t help her suspicion either. 

She did notice that the two of you spend more time together. You were always right next to each other in training, doing all the pair drills together or just chatting and joking away during drink breaks. At first, she didn’t think much of it, you two did all the partner drills together, so of course you would do them with someone else after your break-up, but this picture, the way you almost became inseparable during training and the conversations she overheard during training, which she purposely tried to ban out of her head, lets her know that whatever there is, isn’t just a friendship anymore. 

The conversations she tried to ban from her mind were mostly between the two of you making plans to hang out or talk about how much fun hanging out together the day prior was, how excited you both were to go and try out the new place around the corner or how great the movie was you watched the other night at Ana’s place. 

But the most important once she wished she never witnesses was one which you weren’t even part of. During one of the strength sessions, Aitana approached the Swiss woman, asking her how the ‘date’ you and her were on, the day prior, went. Alexia listened to any word Ana said, how amazing it went, how much fun you both had, how she can’t wait for the next one that will just be a few days later, how amazing you are and how much she likes you and hopes for it to go somewhere. 

So if Alexia was honest to herself, she knew long before you posted the picture that you were moving on. But it was simpler to deny it, much, much easier to ignore everything she heard and label the conversation between Ana and Aitana as a misunderstanding, that you two didn’t go on a romantically motivated date, no, it was a simple hang-out between friends accidentally labeled as a date. 

But she can’t deny it any longer, there was now proof, not just for her to see but for everyone in the world too. You moved on without her. You are in love with someone else while she is stuck here in second place, still having a hard time to get over the break-up.

Tell me God is real Do you think about me still Or am I livin' for nothin'? Don't know where it went Wrong but I'll just take the hint It's gonna take some adjusting

Alexia knows she has no chance but to move on. But she still struggles with adjusting to seeing you and Ana together all the time. She knows you try to keep it as low-key as possible when she is around, she can tell in the way you glimpse at her when Ana was standing a bit closer to you when she was around, trying to keep a certain distance to your new girlfriend in respect of her.

But this also made her wonder, is there still a chance you think of her like she thinks of you? Or are you simply trying not to make things awkward between you? Is that the only time you think of her? 

But she never asks you, because once again Alexia knows the answer to her own question,  because the way you look at Ana and Ana at you is the answer, there is no chance of you still harboring the same feelings towards her the way she does for you.

Having to accept this hurts, almost as much as the first day of the break-up itself, but she will move on, she will leave you alone. You are happy, you deserve happiness even if it's not with her, she has to accept it. And she will move on, but not because she wants to, no way does she want to give you up, no. She does it because she loves you, and you deserve the happiness Ana gives you, so she will let you go. 

Oh, I'm such a loser, how'd I ever lose her? Oh, maybe I must have been out of my mind Now, I'm a loser (Oh), why'd I have to lose her? (I'll never) I'll never recover, I'll never be fine (Oh, baby, I) 'Cause I'm a loser

Lying once more in bed, she stares at the ceiling, it’s been a good three months now since your break-up. You were thriving with Ana, everyone could tell how great you are together, how happy and healthy the relationship is. Alexia on the other hand can’t say the same. The woman tried so hard to move on, but every time she tries to get to know someone she compares them to you, and to her, no one could ever compare to you. You were the one in a million for her, and she lost you.

You are happily moving on with your life, while she is stuck in the same place you left her. Alexia feels lost, defeated. Even with all these trophies in her apartment, proving how successful the woman is, she can’t help but feel like a loser. How did she manage to win so many trophies but lost the person that was made for her? 

“¿Por qué soy un perdedor?”, Alexia asks herself, tears once again making their way down her face.

[untaemedqueen]

At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 15.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

"I fucking knew something like this was gonna happen again!" Taehyung hisses venomously as both he and Jimin stare down at Guk who hasn't gotten off the couch all day.

"Tae…" Chim murmurs softly, nudging him the ribs.

The escort's cheeks are stained with tears and his eyes are bloodshot with red rims signifying the lack of sleep he's gotten for the past few days.

"No! Look at him! I knew this shit was gonna happen! He looks like he's been fucking shot!" the tallest shouts, knocking Jimin's hand away.

"I know it seems bad right now but maybe they can patch it up, you k-"

"Are you fucking kidding me, man? You got wrapped up in her little play too, huh?! That bitch-"

Within a second Jeongguk is off the couch and gripping the neck of the older man's shirt with eyes that come alive with fierceness and molten anger. "Watch what you fucking say about her in my house!"

Chim takes a step back, blinking at how fast the youngest moved.

Taehyung isn't afraid of the confrontation, his smirk is almost bitter and sad for the man before him.

"I want to say I told you so badly. You have no idea," he mumbles, wrapping his hand around the escort's fist.

"Get the fuck outta my house," Jeongguk hisses, shoving Tae back with a force that makes his heels dig into the carpet below before laying back down on the couch to stare off into space some more.

"I bet you would even get back with her if she asked you too! You have no backbone, Guk! You don't even understand how absolutely wrong she is for this!"

The tallest is right in that sense, if you just called Guk or texted him he would go running to you wherever you are. Somehow your ex-boyfriend feels as if this isn't real.

You wouldn't push him away like this, you wouldn't leave him alone without any explanation if you weren't frightened. The doctor must have told you something awful. Maybe you can't face reality, yet. Or maybe you don't want to face it because then whatever it is might become real.

"What're you gonna do, Gukkie? You can't stay in this apartment forever staring at your phone," Jimin asks with a soft, soothing voice.

The escort continues to stare at his coffee table and simply shrugs when Chim crouches before him making eye contact.

"God, I can't believe the women you pick," Tae guffaws, folding his arms once more.

Jeongguk feels like a mere shell at this point, every step he takes feels like he's crawling farther and farther away from you.

He can barely even think anymore, his thoughts are always solely on you. When they're not on you, he thinks about what he's done wrong.

It's been two weeks since you blocked him from you. Everyday feels like it's longer than the last.

He wishes he would have told you how much he loves you instead of whispering it in the dead of night while you slept. Maybe if he told you how much you mean to him, you would have been brave enough to not push him away. Jimin constantly tells him to stop dwelling on it but it seems almost impossible.

"You have a job," Jimin announces, busting through the apartment door.

"What?" the escort hisses, lifting his head lazily off of the couch.

"You have a job," his best friend enunciates, throwing a pair of black jeans that are piled up on the floor at his head.

If you were to see the state of your ex-boyfriend's apartment right now, you would drop dead. It's quite simply a mess.

"I didn't take a job. So no, I don't," Guk hisses, tossing the jeans off of his thigh with a rough hand.

"Applehyme wants you and only you. And me being the great guy I am told her that you'd do it so here we are. Now get dressed, you gotta be there in thirty minutes."

The escort lets his eyes flutter closed and he can't think of anything else but wanting his couch to swallow him whole. Even Hawking is staring at him with curious, sad eyes and it rips through his limbs like butter.

Applehyme only goes to one restaurant and as annoying and crude as she is… Namjoon also goes to that restaurant to get you food.

Maybe if Guk goes, he'll see your coworker. And if he sees your coworker, he can hound him to fess up what's going on with you.

As all of this works itself out in his brain, he stands up in a flash.

"Thirty minutes?" he inquires, heading off to the bathroom.

"Thirty," Chim agrees, throwing himself down on the couch.

Jeongguk finds these restaurants way too dim. It's almost as if everyone is sticking to the shadows around him while he sits at a brightly lit table with older women swarming him like some kind of plague.

He has to squint just to see ten feet from the table but the prospect of seeing Namjoon is too hard to miss.

He takes the thigh touching with a grain of salt. Miranda Applehyme seems to never keep her hands to herself but when she's paying such an exorbitant amount to do it… he never complained.

"You've missed a few of our luncheons, Jeongguk. We were wondering when we would see you again," one of the fellowship announces.

The escort has never paid attention to any of these women's names and he's not about to start now.

"Oh… Yeah," he breathes, sitting up straighter when the doors open, "I've been busy."

These women are very bad at understanding social cues, especially when they feel like they're above everyone else. They don't understand that Guk couldn't give a bigger fuck and they really can't understand that he isn't paying a lick of attention.

Your ex physically deflates when the person that enters isn't Namjoon and he shakes his head minutely at the disappointment of it all.

It was a small chance to see him and an even smaller chance to get him to talk but he had to take it.

He needs to understand what's going on.

With a sigh, he turns his attention back to his now cold plate of food and he pushes the chicken around with his fork like a child.

"Are you alright?" Miranda inquires, pushing her bangs softly away from her eyes.

"Yeah… I'm fine," he whispers, giving her a polite smile.

The afternoon with the mothball fellowship felt longer than most days and when it's finally over the escort takes a large relieving breath.

He holds open the car door for Miranda as she climbs into her Bentley and with a sullen smile, he politely nods to her.

It isn't even two seconds later when a nice, posh car rolls into the lot and as Mrs. Applehyme opens her mouth to speak, Guk slams the door shut.

Namjoon slowly makes his way out of his car in a nicely pressed three piece suit and your ex practically fumbles his own feet as he advances at your coworker.

"Oh God," Joon whines, catching sight of the man before him.

"Explain!" Guk snaps, grabbing at the lapels of his suit.

Jeongguk isn't the only one with muscle and within a second your coworker barrels towards hjm and shoves him up against the side of the restaurant with narrowed eyes.

"Listen to me, she does not want to see you. Do you understand me? She does not want to speak to you. Leave her alone."

The words are like bullets to your ex and he seemingly slumps, almost limply, within Namjoon's grasp. When your coworker promised he'd get to the bottom of this. Guk stupidly assumed the taller blonde man would just fix everything but that's clearly not the case.

Joon pulls away sharply, fixing his suit with a huff.

"Well… wh-what's wrong with her?" Guk inquires softly, running his hands over his face.

Your coworker sighs loudly, having to look away from the man he's broken with such few words. He wants to tell him so badly but… he promised you. "She's not dying, I can tell you that much."

The escort's eyes flutter shut and Joon takes a step away to look at your ex in his entirety. He's fucking messy, although he's masking it well, the bags under his eyes tell it all.

Joon has loved you for so many years, longer than this fucking guy but he's not the one you need right now. He knows that.

You find very little comfort in his presence and you don't speak to him or anyone to try and shut the world away.

"Let's get a drink, c'mon," Namjoon sighs, heading toward the restaurant and pocketing his hands.

"A drink?!" the escort guffaws, widening his eyes as he watches the blonde man walk away.

"That's what I explicitly said. Yes."

The restaurant's bar is posh and completely filled with well off business men that have little care for anything in the entire world.

With a sigh, Guk picks up his whisky and watches as Namjoon rolls up his sleeves. The expression on the blonde man's face is one of exhaustion.

Huffing out, your coworker leans back into his chair with a groan.

"Y/N has been working so hard the past few days that it's running everyone else into the ground,"Joon announces, lifting his glass of wine.

Just to hear the way the man speaks your name, to see the adoration through his tired mocha irises makes Guk want to spit on the ground.

The blonde man notices the tension and anger in an instant but all he does is simply cross his legs confidently.

"I've know Y/N for a long fucking time. So long that… it sometimes feels like I've known her forever," Namjoon whispers, looking down into his glass. He doesn't know what he's going to say but he needs to say something.

The escort leans back into his chair, nursing the whiskey as he keeps his eyes on the older man.

"When I first met her… I grew a crush on her immediately. She was mean and vicious but she did it with poise and flare. I've been in love with her for years and she's never given me the time of day… But when you came along it was almost like it didn't even take you a week for her whole personality to change. Then I realized… I was never right for her. She looks at me like I'm some sort of background character and I'll never actually have a chance with her. I could try for seven more years and she'll never reciprocate because she doesn't care for me. I don't know if she would even call me a friend after all this time."

Guk simply watches Joon's inner monologue bleed forth from his lips like he's been dying to say this for ages.

Your coworker combs his fingers through his hair, completely at odds with what to do next. He's taking a lot on his shoulders and he's not even your significant other.

It's almost parasocial in a way.

Guk sighs softly, letting the burn of the whisky soothe his nerves.

What are you going through?

"Does she hate me? Why is she doing this?" your ex inquires hopelessly.

With a frown, Namjoon guzzles down the expensive wine. He shakes his head slowly as if he's trying to figure out exactly what he wants to do and say.

"I can't help her like you can. She doesn't… I'm not the one that she needs," your coworker breathes.

"So what're you saying?" the escort inquires, setting down his now empty glass.

"My car has black out windows so if you sit in the backseat then when I pull up to her gates the guards won't see you," Joon announces, setting his glass down and standing up.

"What?" Guk breathes, tilting his head.

"Just be quiet and follow me," the older man mumbles, rolling his eyes, "she's gonna fucking kill me, man."

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[thesmpisonfire]

Okay so. I'm taking most of y'all feelings over Forever have been slightly distorted due to language barriers. Because Forever can't fully express himself in English, so his arguments often sound silly or simply funded in nothing

But y'all need to understand that Forever has been suffering ever since he got on the island. Just like water that can break a rock if it hits it too many times, so is Forever with the constant stress of the server. He saw his son lose a life on his second day, he saw one of his son's dads be kidnapped on the first week BECAUSE Felps was trying to make a deal with the Federation and he spent a LOT of in-game months with the possibility that Felps might have been killed

He took over his shoulders the guilt of Tallulah's death because he isn't a good PvPer, he took the responsibility of protecting all the eggs even if no one expected him to. He created the egg hotel and a system that is constantly upgrading in order to keep all the eggs safe

And what he got out of it?

Cellbit's (momentary) betrayal, the French suspecting him, BBH and Baghera keeping stuff from him

Forever holds his heart on his sleeve, and as he does his trust. He trusts 100% and he cares 100% and he loves with all he has. It makes him an extremely loyal person, but also someone extremely inclined to lashing out bc there are too many emotions to keep bottled inside

Cellbit's betrayal hit him DEEP. It pushed him over the edge and made him completely paranoid over anyone else. Cellbit was his best friend and he stabbed Forever in the back with the worst betrayal he could think of: Taking Richas away

This messed up badly with Forever, and then Richa got momentarily kidnapped (willingly) by Quackity. Those two days were BAD. Not only was Forever without Richa, there was also the code attack right after he got Richas back and when the French doubted him

It was when Forever found out that no matter what he did, it didn't matter to people if they wanted to frame him as a traitor. BBH and Baghera defended him at that moment, but it was a bad hit for Forever

And then, Bad and Baghera, out of the care and love in their hearts, i know it, saw how under pressure Forever was, and how he was so close to breaking and they needed to help him somehow. Their decision? Keep information from him, so he wouldn't feel more overwhelmed

It DIDN'T help. If anything, made Forever even more paranoid and hurt. Because Forever would never keep info from his sister and the guy he trusts the most. But they would keep from him and share with each other instead, even if it was to be sure before delivering the info later to Forever

All of this broke Forever's stability. A couple of days ago, he tried to name the people he'd trust with his life and he couldn't name anyone beyond the other Brazilians and Baghera (he was upset with BBH at the time and didn't count him). And it's so heartbreaking that he feels he has this little people he could count on. Ofc later the day he talked with Bad and he reassured Forever he'd be there for him no matter what. With popcorn if he wanted to laugh and with Kleenex if he wanted to cry (Well. Bad,,, you weren't good in keeping this promise, were you?)

And then. We arrive at the most recent situation that Forever feels like it's him against the world. Again. The Jaiden situation

From Forever's POV, he only interacted with Jaiden 3 times: When the Brazilians arrived; During the quest for Bobby (in which Forever was the one defending Jaiden, he was the one to check on her until the end before leaving her alone); And now where she's working for Cucurucho

Forever saw what happens to people that worked for the Federation, Cellbit and Felps tried to get something for Richa and just got completely fucked over, and didn't even got rewarded with the extra life they asked for. Forever knows the Federation isn't trustworthy and worries for anyone that tries to get closer (His panic over Quackity being taken even if they were fighting just minutes prior, his fear that the same would happen to Jaiden)

But even after all the warnings, Jaiden is still doing her tasks, she's still following the missions. From what Forever heard, she's doing all of this for Bobby and the other eggs. And there comes the most important part: Forever sees himself in Jaiden

He saw her grief and her house and how she wanted everything to be back to normal. He knows he's practically looking at a future version of himself in case Richa dies. And he knows that he'd do anything to get Richa back, including support the Federation

Not only that, but everything keeps pointing to Jaiden not being trustworthy. The fact she held Baghera away when Pomme died, how she's still working for Cucurucho despite the warnings, the broken satellite (I mean. Cellbit had a task to destroy his xp farm inside a PROTECTED house, breaking some copper would be nothing)

And even with all of this?? He still cares for Jaiden. A fucking lot. It's WHY he's lashing out and being so loud, because his emotions are a turmoil within him and he wants to save Jaiden from herself but he doesn't know how to do so. All he knows is that they can't trust her but they need to save her anyway. But he's too loud, and over reactive, and he lashes out because wearing his heart on his sleeve means he'll bleed all over the ones around him the moment he gets hurt

He tells Bad his suspicions and then Bad just dismisses them to say Jaiden is trustworthy but can't explain to Forever why. The same Bad that promised he'd stay by Forever's side no matter what. Ofc Forever got hurt, it was just like another betrayal. And Baghera doesn't trust Jaiden as well, but she keeps it to herself, which makes Forever feel even more isolated. His two supports aren't trying to understand his side and instead trying to undermine it (in his POV), and so in who he'll get the support he needs? Maxo, the well known paranoia echo chamber

Forever has been hurt and betrayed and he's trying so hard to heal from that and keep his bonds and connections but to him it feels like he's always the one to give give give and never receive back. He can't lose anyone else but it's like everyone keeps slipping from his fingers. This means Cellbit, Felps, Richa, Bad, Baghera, and yes Jaiden as well. He wants everyone safe, he just doesn't know how to properly convey it

And so... Yeah. Ofc he suspects of Jaiden. Who wouldn't do the same if they could have their dead kid back?

[glo0b]

~Cooking With Love~

(I do not own the art or character)

Content: Sebek x F!Yuu, other ocs are in this and as well as the other first years.

Tw: Some NSFW mentions, this was meant to be a nice fluff cooking fic but my depraved mind can't stop

word count: 2081

note: This took me FOREVER. I kept stopping and continuing so it might not be the best.

“Oh look, the Culinary Crucible sign ups are out again, maybe I could sign up to be a judge.” The five Ramshackle residents were walking down the halls of NRC, heading off to lunch like usual until Felix pointed out the Culinary Crucible sign ups. “Nya, I nearly died last time from Lilia’s cooking” Grim sat on Yuu’s head, it was his favorite spot since her hair was so fluffy. “How did Silver survive all those years with him? Perhaps it made his stomach stronger, I should test that out later, Mumble Mumble” There Donnie went with his evil scientist thoughts again and pulling out his notebook with info about everyone in the school, honestly how could that boy not be best friends with Rook at this point.

Yuu picked up the small paper that was stapled to the cork board, she noticed two familiar names sketched in pen on the parchment. “Hm looks like Floyd and Sebek would be the ones cooking. You may want to reconsider that thought, Felix.” Yuu couldn’t lie, she was slightly excited to see what Floyd and Sebek could do but also terrified of what the food would turn into. She did know a bit of both of their skill sets too. “That damn Eel? Jeeze I already gotta deal with his ass in the Basketball club! I bet he’d poison the food if he could!” Balik groans at the thought of having to see that wicked eel’s face cook for her. “Oh hush! Hmm, maybe I should sign up to be a judge.” Yuu quickly pushed away her fearful thoughts and signed the paper. “If you get a stomach ache from their food don’t come crying to me, henchmen!”

The thought of Sebek cooking for her was on Yuu’s mind all day. She giggled softly and smiled at the thought which started to freak her friends out a bit. “Yuu has been a little too bubbly than usual.” Epel bit into his BBQ, finally able to enjoy it since Vil or Rook weren’t nearby. “I scanned Yuu earlier and her heart rate seems to be more elevated than normal!” Ortho spoke, not eating since he didn’t need food but he still could eat it in a way since Idia gave him a new update! “I couldn’t smell any potions on her breath or anything so it could be something mental.” Jack was clueless to what could have happened to their sweet friend. “Do you think someone cursed her!? I’ll get revenge for Yuu!” Deuce looked like he was about to punch someone. “Wha- no! Who could possibly want to hurt Yuu? Let’s just ask Yuu what happened when she grabs her food.” Finally Ace was actually using his head to think, which if they weren't worried about Yuu, would have freaked the group out even more. "Alright, I'll calm down." Yuu grabbed her food and made her way to the rest of the first years with the other four behind her. Yuu places her tray down and sits next to Ace. “Hello big sis-” Before poor Ortho could greet Yuu he was interrupted by a very concerned Deuce. “Are you ok!? Did someone curse you?! Did you finally snap!?” Ace face palms. “Real nice on staying calm, Deuce.” Yuu raises her brow in suspicion but keeps her sweet smile. “Oh? What’s this now?” The first year group looks back at each other before Epel speaks up. “We’re just concerned since you’ve been acting a little off today….” The other Ramshackle residents finally joined the first years. “That’s just because she’s excited about being a judge for the upcoming Culinary crucible.” Donnie sits next to Ortho while Balik, Felix, and Grim sit next to or across from Yuu. “Really, you aren't getting it? Here’s another hint, loud knight of Diasomnia.” Small ‘Oooohs’ escape the boys’ lips as Donnie explains the reason behind Yuu's state.

Yuu covers her face in embarrassment. “That’s…not the reason..” Balik stabs her food with her fork repeatedly. “Really? Jeeze I can’t tell which one of you is more dense.” Felix rubs the back of his neck nervously. “Yeah, I gotta agree with Balik here.” Ortho stands up- well floats off the ground in excitement. “Maybe we could get you two together! Big brother was playing a game with the same premise the other day!”. “I don’t think that would work. The only thing that guy seems to think about is Malleus just like the only thing Grim thinks about is fancy tuna.” Ace snickers as he looks over at Grim devouring a can of tuna in Yuu’s lap. “Nya?! Hey!” Yuu glares at Ace and he stops right away. “That’s a really sweet idea, Ortho, but I’m not sure it’s the best idea right now.” Ortho looks slightly disappointed but nods his head in understatement. “Ok big Sis! I’ll still make a plan though!” 

The first years continue to talk but soon lunch comes to an end. “Man, I got P.E next. I better go now so I can get changed.” Felix whines as he grabs his empty tray and leaves. Everyone else starts to get up as well and leave for their classes. Yuu holds Grim in her arms as she walks with Ace, Deuce, and Donnie. “Oooh~ We got Alchemy next” Donnie smirks knowing he’ll get an easy 100%. “Don’t act so smug just because you’ve got slightly better grades than us!” Grim kicks his little feet causing Donnie to laugh his unsettling clown-like laugh. “Slightly? Oh please, you’ve gotten Ds and Cs on every test from Professor Crewel!” Donnie’s smirk grows even bigger as he knows Grim can’t make a well backed up argument. hours pass and classes slowly finish up for the day. “Yawn I really wish P.E didn’t kick my ass.” Felix rubs his sore arms. “Maybe it’s just because you’re weak and have little muscle on your bones.” Felix glares at Balik. “Be quiet, will you! You’re hurting my ears!” Grim interrupts their arguing before it could get any more heated. The two glare at each other before shutting up. “Hey, isn't the Culinary Crucible supposed to start tomorrow?” Donnie quickly changes the subject to make sure Balik and Felix don’t start arguing again. “Huh? Oh, yeah. It’s meant to be taking place before lunch, I think.”. Grim pouts. “Why can’t I get free food too! No fair!” Yuu giggles at Grim’s whines. The five reach their dorm and soon settle in for the night awaiting the brand new day full of opportunities to come. A certain half fae walks past the school cork board covered in flyers for clubs and what not, he looks down at the Culinary Crucible sheet. “So she has signed up to be a judge….I’LL DO MORE THAN MY VERY BEST FOR BOTH THE YOUNG MASTER AND YUU!” Sebek hurries his way back to Diasomnia so he can return to his job of guarding Malleus.

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Morning comes without fail, birds chirp on cue as the sun rises with its natural beauty. Sebek was out doing his morning jogs before he had to head off to the Culinary Crucible. Sebek had originally signed up so he could learn to cook for his liege but when he found out Yuu was going to be one of the judges he felt even more determined to master the practice of the culinary arts. ‘I have to be able to cook for my future partner!’ That’s what the little voice in his head kept telling him plus Lilia said a good boyfriend should be able to cook for his partner when they’re sick or tired. Sebek finishes his morning jogs and heads inside of Diasomnia to wash off all the sweat on his body. As the cold water hits his body he thinks about how the Culinary Crucible could possibly go. He did learn a bit from Yuu when all the first years were at Ramshackle for a studie night which somehow turned into a small party. Sebek couldn’t help but blush when he remembered how Yuu’s soft hands guided him on how to cut an onion or when he burnt most of the vegetables Yuu just simple laughed it off with a reassuring smile. “How could a human like that make me feel like this….”. Oh Yuu’s soft hands, he just can’t stop thinking about them. All he wants is to have them trail along his body and wrap around his hard- “I must stop thinking about such things of Yuu! I need to get ready!” 

Sebek finishes his shower and gets dressed but not before gelling up his hair like he always does. This man went through almost two jars of gel each week, if Sam didn’t somehow magically have everything in stock Sebek would have been stuck with his natural hair. Sebek quickly checks the time. “On time as always.” And with that Sebek leaves to head off to the Culinary Crucible.

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All of Ramshackle’s (living) residents were sitting in the courtyard talking. It was their free time before lunch so Donnie started making bets “Ok, 10$ says Sebek burns it to ash.” Donnie rolls his eyes at Felix’s bet. “Oh please, he’s not Lilia. Althouuuugh, 5$ says he makes it too dry or too bland to eat.” Yuu couldn’t help but laugh “Wow, you really don’t have faith in him? How about 100$ says Sebek makes something that I’ll enjoy.” Both Felix and Donnie’s eyes widen “Henchman, are you feeling ok!?” Even Grim and Balik looked shocked “Yuu is making bets?!” Balik dropped her cool guy act from pure shock. “We don’t even have that kind of money! Crowley doesn’t pay us shit!” Yuu smirks at Donnie’s comment and shrugs her shoulders. “Well~ I just have a lot of faith in Sebek, I guess. Plus I should probably join in on the fun shouldn’t I?” “I guess you do seem to like him a lot.” Balik plainly states. “Seems?? Those two are head over heels for each other!” Donnie throws his arms up in the air in frustration. “We’ll just have to wait and see who the winner of the bet is.” Yuu smiles knowingly. “Nya, I’m going to buy so much tuna with this bet!” Donnie rolls his eyes at Grim’s gluttonous statement before looking down at his watch “Looks like we only have a few minutes till next period.” Everyone lets out a small groan before saying their goodbyes and parting for their next classes. ==============================================

Yuu sat comfortable in the judge’s chair with Idia to her left and Trey to her right. Sebek set a bowl full of chicken pho before her with shaky hands. He looked so nervous, which seemed so unlike him. Once Idia and Trey also reserved a bowl of the chicken pho Yuu took a small spoon full. She looked up at the nervous half fae man in front of her and put the spoon to her lips…..Woah! The chicken had a melt in your mouth texture and the broth was so flavorful! Yuu’s eyes opened in shock as she let out a small moan from the amazing dish. After the other two finished it was time for the results. Yuu was so proud of Sebek, he obviously worked super hard on the dish. Yuu happily held up the sign that had the number ten written on it. “Amazing~! I loved it!”. Trey held up a ten sign as well while Idia held up a nine sign. A big grin spread across Sebek’s face as he saw the high ranking signs, he quickly bowed. “Thank you!”  ================================================

“WHAT!?” Like they planned this Felix, Balik, Donnie, and Grim all yelled in unison. “But how!?” Donnie was still in disbelief, how did Sebek do such a good job!? “My tuuuuuuuna!” Grim whined as his dreams of buying tuna with the bet money went down the drain. “Oh hush, I’ll buy you some tuna.” Grim’s ears pop up at the mention of Yuu buying him tuna. “I guess you get the money then.” Felix lets out a sigh before handing Yuu the money. “Thank you! Now remember next time not to test my intuition~” Yuu chuckled to herself. “Yeah, yeah, whatever and maybe next time we can get to taste this ‘amazing food’.” Balik still doubted Sebek of all people could cook such a good meal. “Yeah maybe…..” Yuu remembered the creamy, rich broth and melt in your mouth chicken, maybe she would have to cook for Sebek some time? Maybe a cooking date? Who knows, there’s so much time in life when you cook with love~!

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You have made it! Thank you for reading! I hope you liked it, it took me VERY long to make this. Mental health didn't help much lol. Make sure to get plenty of rest and to drink water dear reader!

[tan1shere]

Right Here

Nessa Barrett x female reader

A/n: first little nessa fic on here eeee I hope you guys enjoy and request some things for her :)

Summary: you're dealing with hard emotions right now be nessa is there for you.

Warnings: very angsty ! Self harm, readers mental health is not at all good. So if this may be triggering don't read ! <3

Masterlist

She was your comfort. Always has been, ever since you got together. You both get one another better than anything. Until you started shutting people out. You had no idea why or what made you do this, but you were getting bad again. This has happened before and truth be told she saved you. You saved her by coming into her life. She saved you months ago from leaving her in the most horrible way. You felt like you didn't want to be saved this time.

She had been in and out alot recently as she was preparing for her new album, so you felt like you hardly spend any time with her. You understood completely but you miss her terribly. Especially when your mind was where it was at currently. But she was so busy, so this is what it led to. You keeping it to yourself because you couldn't stress her out anymore. Maybe this feeling will drive away soon, and she wouldn't have to worry.

Oh, but it stayed. Lingered. Which led you here mindlessly wandering your guys home. It was dim as the drowsy day projects from the windows. Everything about the day was dull, making you feel worse. All you wanted was her, but you felt like you couldn't. Not because she was busy. You had got this twisted idea that she might be getting sick of you in the process of her absence. What if she does loose feelings for you. What if one day she just doesn't care about you anymore.

You knew deep down that wasn't true she loved you with every fiber of her being. But that other little devil in your mind was pushing that down, letting all the negative thoughts consume you. You wanted them to shut up, every thought getting louder than the last. You grip your hair. "Shut up." You then say aloud. Feeling like you're going mental. Maybe you were. You haven't eaten in weeks, and ofcourse Ness hadn't notice when shes hardly home. But you were so glad she hasn't or she might go mental herself.

Nessa can be protective of the things she loves, never wanting them to be hurt or to slip away from her. So she'd always make sure you were ok. Maybe because she hasn't in awhile you feel empty. You couldn't pin point this sudden sadness, depression if you will. You head up to your shared bedroom and into the bathroom, looking at yourself in the mirror. You inspect carefully. Every little thing on your face, what's wrong with you why'd you even start doing this. It was only going to tear you down more. Your face was pale from the lack of everything recently.

You had hardly been eating, sleeping. So it was no wonder you looked this way. You needed some other sort of pain to distract yourself, the thoughts were getting too much. But it frightened you the fact you were thinking like this again. You haven't hurt yourself in months. But no one's here to stop you this time. You look to your side seeing a razor. Contemplating. You felt tears sting your eyes as you just needed to. It was bad but your hand reaches out for it, popping out the blade and thinking for just a second.

But you didn't need to think. You plop on the floor as the tears are now spilling out. You grab it and dig it into your thigh, drawing a bit of blood before the door swings wide open. Your head moves in pure shock. And the look on your girlfriends face is something you didn't want to see. "Hey, hey." She comes over to you so fast, grabbing your hand. "Don't do that. I can't loose you, please." She pleaded moving her hands on your face, making you look at her. You drop the blade as more tears come out. "You haven't done this in forever-" "I'm sorry Ness. I'm so sorry." You then blab, but she brings you into a warm hug.

"No.. I'm sorry, I feel like I haven't been around." She sits with you in her arms, holding you tighter not wanting you to go anywhere. Her own tears are about to spill at the thought. You cry uncontrollably into her neck. Her hand soothing your arm. You stay like this for a little while. No words. Just the comfort of one another. "How long have you been feeling like this?" She then speaks up as she feels you calming just a bit. "F-few weeks.." You admit. She bites her lip trying not to let out a sob. "Im so sorry baby. I'm so sorry. Why didn't you try telling me?" She asks getting you to look at her again.

"You've been so busy Ness I didn't want to stress you out or bother you." Her head shakes. "You could never do any of those I promise. You're my life, and if I don't have you there's no life to live." She says looking into your eyes. "I promise im here, we're in this together ok?" She finishes off, to which you nod and hug her tightly. "I don't want you to worry about me." You then speak up. "I always worry about you bub. You're forever in my thoughts." Your eyes flutter close as you listen to her voice. Finally feeling the need to sleep.

"I'm right here. Forever and always." She says into your hair.

[yoyokslut]

Better man. (Sequel of you're losing me)

Pedri x reader.

Word count: 3444 words.

a/n: I know this took forever but I didn't have the inspiration to write it but one night I was listening to better man and everything clicked. Hope you like it :)

12 am and you were still awake... Again, this was the third night in a row. Since what happened at Pedri's was haunting you and replaying in your head over and over again you couldn't fall asleep. It's been 3 months since then and forgetting about it wasn't as easy as you thought.

You couldn't fool yourself, you missed him more than you'd like to admit. You missed going on late night drives around the city, movie nights, making dinner together, laughing about how bad his jokes were and him teasing you because either way they made you laugh, just feeling him being part of your life... Part of you.

Sometimes, in the middle of the night

I can feel you again

He's been texting and calling you but you knew the moment you accept a call or text you'd fall for him like the very first time and you knew you couldn't let that happen, it wasn't fair for you so ignoring him was the best option for now.

Lately you've been going to one of you favourite cafe every afternoon where across of it was a small park with beautiful flowers and near there a beautiful lake, the cafe was a comfort place because there were stunning sunsets and it was always nice to see the kids playing around the park and people having fun in the lake.

So today you decided to buy a coffee and go sit on the dock with your headphones on.

It passed a couple of minutes before you felt someone touching your shoulder, so you took off your headphones, turned around and saw him.

Your body tensed right away it's been long since you saw him.

"Hi," he said a little bit nervous.

"Hi,"

"I've been trying to call you and text you but you weren't picking up,"

"We don't have nothing to talk about anyway," you said trying to walk away from him.

"Please don't go," he grabbed your arm gently "I'm tired of missing you, please let me come back to you, I miss you with my life, preciosa,"

Preciosa there he was again trying to be sweet and calling you nicknames that he knew they made things to you, thinking that was enough and you hate how you and your body reacted to them.

But I just miss you

And I just wish you were a better man

"Oh so you think I wasn't tired every time you pushed me away and made me a second option or sometimes not even an option?" you stared at him frowning "You thought I was very joyful just waiting for you all the time just for you not even notice my presence? You should be the last one to say you are 'tired', Pedri,"

And I gave to you my best

And we both know you can't say that

He swallowed thick, he knew you were right and you deserved so much better than how he treated you.

"I am so sorry, I know I was a jerk and you deserve somebody so much better than me but I can't live without you, I can't sleep if you're not with me, you are my little ray of sunshine in my life, but please give me one more chance, I'd do anything for you, anything you asked me I'll do it, I promise,"

"We both know you're not good at making promises, Pedri, don't promise something we know you can't keep,"

We might still be in love

If you were a better man

"So please stop breaking my heart and stop following me," you said starting to walk.

"I didn't follow you," you looked at him like saying how did you find me then? "Kinda," he blushed.

"I went to every place we used to go when we were together and spend all day there in each of them hoping I'd find you," he looked away from you and your gaze soften at his confession.

This was the sweetest thing anyone has ever made for you.

You sighed for what you were about to tell him and about how vulnerable you were gonna be for him.

"I-i miss you and I still l-love you," you looked at his eyes.

"But I'm scared, what of it doesn't work out? What if we don't work out? I don't want us to get hurt again, I wouldn't be able to take it," a small tear escaped through your cheek.

"I'll do my best every day to remind you how important you are for me, and cherish you for every day I didn't back then. I'm sorry it took me this way to realize how valuable you are, I'll work in myself so I can be the man you deserve and so I can be worthy of you," he said grabbing your face and stroking your cheeks.

"And if you need more time to think about giving us another chance, I'll wait as long as you need,"

"I'm gonna need it," you said.

"My time is all yours,"

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isagi yoichi

☆ : an au where the blue lock project didn't happen but the boys are attending the same school and are part of the same football club ૮ • ﻌ - ა⁩

for a guy who possesses an incredible intelligence in the sport he loves, isagi yoichi was oblivious as a tree when it comes to your advances.

at every chance you'd get, you always try to drop hints about your immutable fondness for him. it comes in the small notes being left at his desk, a bottle of his favorite energy drink or the words of encouragement and appreciation that tumbles out of your lips in a flash of word vomit. it was always there. vivid enough for the other guys at his football club to know of your little crush on him except for isagi himself. hell, even itoshi rin of all people knows it.

but isagi, the adorable elixir of your life isagi yoichi is still pretty much in the dark of the hints you've long dropped.

you've heard rin throw you a few motivational phrases to just give up. you've seen the pitiful and bashful looks you've received from reo and nagi upon seeing you march up to their oblivious forward with a grin on your face for the nth time since forever. you've had chigiri inform you of the chances that isagi might decode your unspoken proclamations of love was close to zero in comparison to the peaking 99.9% percent if you've just directly told him.

but of course, your nerves can be a little bit of a bitch to deal with in situations that requires you to open your mouth and tell isagi that you've been liking him for the past two years. hence you just stopped trying to vocalize your adoration from the very first try.

the very first time you've tried doing that was an absolute epic fail when you became an incoherent mess babbling on and on about how you found this football player from dortmund called jude bellingham hot and isagi encouraging you to grapple against your nerves and try to shoot your shot at said football playerㅡall the while being unable to do that with your irrevocable feelings for him who stands at 5feet away from you.

you've received more pats on the back from kunigami for trying at the very least (for the nth time, unfortufuckingnately) and a few more teasing remarks from bachira that you should just try dating him instead. you kindly rejected him a few times, and sadly enough with a few smacks landing on his skin as he grins playfully.

you've tried nearly a thousand methods to get isagi to know your feelings for him through showing it but none of them worked. not until an entirely unintentional incident that pushed the water to overflow from the dam.

you look at him crazy, like he's shooting rainbows from the top of his head and his teal eyes crying colorful tears.

“your lukewarm approach to confessing is nearly as palpable as getting smacked by a football from behind.” rin mutters as he sits beside you. he gives you a glance, shaking his head like a disappointed mother nagging her child. “why don't you be upfront with him.”

not a suggestion. a demand.

how typical of rin.

“dude you know i can't be upfront with him!” you smack your cheeks with both your palms, itoshi rin judging you pretty evidently in the corner of your eyes with his teal eyes reeling in disgust. “you know how it went the very first time...”

“maybe you should try again... keep your idiotic commentary to yourself and just get to the point.” he tells you. “ever tried doing that?”

why of course he'd know exactly what happened. he was there, present and drowning in secondhand embarrassment from you after you've spewed whatever nonsense about your profound crush on another football player who plays midfield in a european team who's already thriving at the ripe age of 19. even rin can remember the wince that fell on isagi’s face as you continued blabbering in front of him like a madwoman.

you shake your head, fiddling with the loose fabric on your uniform skirt and rin scoffs. of course you haven't. the very first things to leave your mouth every time you approach isagi was anything but vocal implications of your feelings for him. your chances of dating isagi was nearly close to nothing.

“but riiiiiiiin...” rin rolls his eyes as you clamp your hands around his biceps, shaking the male sideways with a whine. “i get so nervous whenever i’m around him.”

“that’s because you're stupid and lame. just like the guy you're crushing on.”

ouch.

you smack his arms, pushing him away from you with a huff. “that’s rude rinrin.”

he glares at you. “call me that one more time and kiss your chances of freely trespassing our training hours goodbye.”

“would you rather me call you rinnie then?” you pinch your chin, a pondering look in your face. “you hated it when i called you that when we were kids.”

“don’t call me stupid names, you stupid girl.”

“but what's the fun in that!? you're literally revoking my nicknaming privileges as your best friend and childhood bestest best friend after all the years we've spent together from diapers toㅡ”

rin stands up before he walks away, but not before throwing another remark about you.

“shut up and don't talk to me until you've fixed your boy problems.” you huff at your spot.

“he loves me... he loves me not... he loves me... he... loves me... not!?!? ” you harshly throw the crumpled flower on the ground, going for extra mile and stumping on it with both feet.

besides the unfortunate approach to your boy problems, it seems that even a simple game of he loves me, he loves me not flower petal picking game was a major bust just like the outcome of your valiant efforts of wooing isagi yoichi awayㅡwell, not necessarily valiant considering you chicken out when vocalizing anything near as a confession but whatever, you don't want to dwell on that. instead, you gave the innocent flower one more stamp before turning to walk away.

only for you to realize that half of the entire football team with isagi was filing out of the school gates while you're busy murdering the flowers that now laid flat and unrecognizable on the sole of your feet.

you shot them a smile bordering grimace before waving a hand. “uh... hi?”

“did the pansies do something to you... or...?” reo asks, glancing the mangled pansy flower beneath your feet and sounding genuinely worried for your well-being, except for the shaking of his lips that told you he was trying to hold his laughter. “you look rather enraged...”

you shake your head promptly, ignoring the exasperated look on rin’s face from behind the guys when isagi spoke to you next.

“y/n... are you okay?” he hesitantly asks as he steps out behind bachira and chigiri’s back. “you look uhm... pretty upset back there...”

oh you were more than upset alright.

you heave a deep breath in, and you see your childhood bestest best friend itoshi rin leave the group but not before shaking his head before the others followed right after him and leaving you and an unaware isagi behind, already wary of the next incoming foolish gabber that's ready to flow out of your mouth.

and boy did it come in a tidal wave.

“yeah no i just uh you know the flower didn't do anything wrong but i kind of just played that game where you pick each petal and say he loves me he loves me not each time you pick a petal while i'm waiting for you guys to leave the pitch because i fear that rinrinㅡoh no i can't call him that please don't tell him i called him thatㅡwill revoke my license of free pass to your training hours and i won't be able to see you guys play especially you and yeah uh about the flower i was just a little bit cuckoo in the head because you know hahaha it landed on he loves me not and i don't think i can handle any more of that insinuation that i won't ever have a chance with you that's why i kinda murdered it even though i didn't really mean to-”

you chuckle uneasily, slapping a hand in the air. “haha yes no uh no but yeah but you know i think no but i do kind of have a small tini tiny crush on you so yeah i think i noㅡyes or no.”

“chance with.... me?” immediately, you stop your blabber catching the mistake on your part. automatically, you zip your mouth. “you-you like me?” isagi points to himself, as if he can't believe whatever gibberish you just vomited out.

“breathe... and tell me honestly, do you like me?”

by the end of yet another foolish mutterings was isagi’s dumbfounded look. he can't understand if you really do like him or not because honestly, who would even confirm someone's feelings when said someone confirmed it in the way you did. so isagi did something he never thought he'd doㅡnot in this afternoon at least. he holds your cheeks, squishing them together in a pout that seemed to have calmed you down, or something... because you were definitely turning redder by each passing minute.

“yes!” you squeak, closing your eyes from the impending rejection that hang in the air. only it never came. instead, isagi lets go of your cheeks, chuckling at the heat that creeped into your skin before patting your head and fixing the messy strands of your hair.

“good because i like you too... i’m just glad that rin and the others didn't tell you anything...”

you open your mouth to say something, anything to divert your shock, embarrassment, joy and giddiness only to realize a very crucial piece of information from isagi’s words.

“wait... they knew you liked me and me like you-”

isagi clamps a palm of his over your mouth, chuckling as you proceeded to prattle behind his hand before he smoothly maneuvers himself beside you, the hand that was enclosed over your lips remained loosely hooked over your shoulders before he drags you away.

“okay you can stop trashing them now... let's just get you your favorite ice cream or something then talk. we definitely have a lot of things to catch on.”

a/n: hi, it's me. i’m the one crushing on jude bellingham, it's me ✌🏻😋