#thr worst morning ever

[sahisan]

SUKUME IS A PROSHIP NOW WHAT...

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

oh my god everything makes sense now

[spinelessfromthestart]

I make a lot of jokes about being schizophrenic but genuinely there was something going on in my brain when I was like 13

[iluvwomensm]

synopsis: you woke up wanting to stay where you lay wondering how long you could stay and still have time to get ready before youre running late for work

sevika, vi, ellie williams, abby anderson

wc: 6.9 i got rlly carried away ngl i was gonna keep going too

a/n: inspired by thr fact im sick as ever right now and hopelessly a woman lover. not a lot of dialog because 1. i was already yapping and 2. im not the best at it yet (i wrote this for like 3-4 hours its 5am omfg???)

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       your skin has a not nearly subtle chill that you cant get rid of no matter how much you nuzzle into the shoulder of your girlfriend who was laying relaxed with an arm around you finding its place on your side she slowly woke thought due to not feeling you gettin up at your usual time pawing at your side she mutters through her half asleep state "you gonna get up? youll be late for work" when you dont respond she shifts towards the night stand on her side of the bed reaching to turn the lamb on you grumble half annoyed at the loss of her warmth she flicked the light on and takes in your slightly dewy skin ass you squint through crusty morning eyes adjusting to the light and shuddering just enough of her to take notice you breathe in a crunchy breathe as you release an even crunchier cough turning your head down as to not cough on her.

        your girlfriend cups your chin tilting your head upward and plants the back of her hand on your forehead feeling your blazing skin "your staying home" she declares reaching around your sick form to grab your phone to text your boss for you. you grumble something incoherent, something your both sure arent even words as she sends the text and sets your phone back face down returning her full attention to you. she hates seeing you in such a pained way with a scrunched up face as u sniffle away your dripping nose.

        she wants to do anything she can to help you so she offers with a tone softer than fresh cotton "i can go to the store real quick and get some medicine" you cling to her wordlessly conveying your need for her presence she holds you back gently rubbing circles oh your arm before you wince softly finally speaking "my body hurts in all the worst ways" you say face pouty following up with "i feel like im being poked with needles everywhere AND im cold" your girlfriend huffs out a small laugh at your cute complaining before moving you over so she could get up to retrieve something tugging the covers over you kissing your temple and speaking softly says shell be back.

      what felt like hours later u hear her nearing the door of your room again with a heated blanket in hand walking closer before kneeling near your side of the bed plugging the blanket into an extension cord occupied with your phone charger and multiple other things untouched she unplugged slmething as you turn to see what shes doing when she lays the blanket onto you. you cling onto it as you feel it steadily heating up over the other blanket and confedor you already had over you peeking through the puddle of blankets you watch as your girlfriend throws on some gray sweatpants and worn navy sweatshirt she catches your eyes watching her half hooded through the shared mirror on your wall smirking at your drowsy expression she walks over squatting down to your glossy eye level saying "ill be back as soon as possible ill bring you back a snack and medicine ok?" she half smiled tucking a strand of your hair back behind your ear you nodd sleepily croaking out an ok, hurry back she leans forward pecking your face with a loving kiss on the cheek. at the back of her mind was the forgotten fact that she'll get sick as well being this close to you but she couldnt leave her poor girl hanging so she left the thought where it was disregarded.

       soon after you heard the front door clicking shut followed by the sound of a key locking it from the other side, you lie on your side trying to sleep but your body remains restless as you continually try to find a position thatll lull you to sleep.

restively and reluctantly you fling the heaps of blankets away from you immediately getting hit with cool air you shudder teeth chattering as you recoiled nevertheless you sit up sluggishly slipping you house shoes on as you drag your feet to the bathroom connected to the bedroom you flick on the light scooting your way to the toilet to release the pee you didnt even know you were holding. the porcelain seat prickling your newly sensitive skin as you quickly whip and flush moving towards the sink turning the steel handle which felt colder than the toilet seat, turning on the hot water you wash your hands absentmindedly gazing at yourself in the mirror with sleepy eyes and a puffy face. you cup water in your hands splashing it on your face trying to regain your bearings wiping your eyes you turn the faucet and light off and heading to the kitchen for a bottle of lukewarm water you had long forgotten til that very moment.

      taking a sip as you shuffle back to the room you set the water down on the nightstand before kicking your slippers elsewhere and crawling into bed finding solace in the middle of the queen bed. finally, bundling up in the blankets that lie astray waiting for your return. you fell asleep finally before you could even process the fact. waking up an hour or so later you smell what could only be homemade soup you sit up on your elbow as you meet the eyes of your loving girlfriend holding a tray of warm food accompanied with some over the counter medicine she sets the tray next to you pushing extra blanket out of the way to sit beside you as well as uou sit up properly thanking her woth a soft but firm kiss on the lips "your too good to me" you say pulling away digging in suddenly starved. you love whenever your girlfriend cooked for you like this something so small was cherished since she usually stayed quite busy so when little moments like this come along you cant help but swoon she watchess you attentively as you both have a small conversation between bites about nothing specific when your full she passes you the medicine from your tray and your water bottle.

        you take the medicine taking an other sip of water afterwards with a small aah you lean back against the headboard as your girlfriend sets the tray aside and grabs a few bags filled with more stuff than you thought you needed as she gave you 2 bags you realize she wasnt joking about getting you a snack but 'a snack' turner into multiple, all your favorites you sheepishly say thank you and set the the bag aside as she takes out some vapor rub "lift your shirt" she instructed you. eyebrow rasing in amusement "take me on a date first" you say jokingly causing her to roll her eyes unamused, still you adhere to her request. more like demand. she spreaded the substance across your collar bonesnd down the valley of your breasts coming back up to leave some just above your collarbone. shufting your shirt back down you pat the spot next to you laying back down instructing her to do the same. she does without a second thought wrapping you up in her arms after pulling all the covers back on you. you both cuddle closely her breathes soothing to you as you lay your head on her arm snuggling impossibly closer basking in how caring and sweet your love is to you loving how she takes care of you when you need it.

      you dont know who falls asleep first but you both doze off at some unknown time tangled together regardlessly still comfortable unknowingly syncing your breathing to eachother.

i hope you like this its my first time writing on here im gonna go to sleep now i swear

[leth-writes]

Yandere Homelander and Predator-prey dynamic

SUMMARY:  There's someone in your house. Smut ensues.

WARNINGS: 18+ as always on my blog. Typical yandere shenanigans. Fem reader.

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There’s someone in your house.

Normally, you’d be asleep at this hour, safe in your bed and comfortable under your covers. You loved your bed; it was perfect for you, covered in soft, plush blankets and perfectly fluffed pillows. You dreamed of it all day, waiting for the moment when you could climb in and doze off.

Part of the appeal was always the relief of relaxing from a long, tedious day working at Vought. It was stressful, thankless work trying to rehabilitate the images of a group of murderers so filled with blood lust they couldn’t go five minutes without maiming someone, but you did it nonetheless. Still, you’d never enjoy your work; at this point, you were doing it to keep your head on your shoulders just as much as you were to get paid. 

And yet here you are, in the early hours of the morning, shivering in the cold morning air. Your eyes strain against the dark, feebly attempting to gain a peak out into your shadowed room. You glance frantically back and forth, trying to find just what had awoken you from your peaceful slumber.

You sigh, air practically misting in the cold, and quietly sit up, bracing your palms against the soft covers. Your eyes strain against the dark, a deep beam of midnight light just barely peeking through your deep velvety curtains. 

There’s something off about your room. You glanced around again, mentally checking off each corner, each coat slung across a chair. Nothing seemed out of place…

You had no choice. You’d have to get up, to check and make sure no one had snuck in, that no one was hiding for you. Sighing once again, you slung your legs over the side of your bed, wincing as your bare feet made contact with the chilled floor. Goosebumps rose on your skin.

Quickly, you rolled your neck out, sighing in relief at the cracks and the release of tension. You stretched your arms over your head, and stood in one smooth motion. 

You weren’t the bravest person around, but you sure as hell weren’t just going to let someone terrify you all night. Resolve made, you made your way through the room, stumbling and cursing as you tripped over the various objects tossed around.

You should’ve put your stuff away last night, but you’d just been so tired…

Homelander was acting up recently; he’d gotten into a relationship, which you’d previously thought would mellow him out. Yet, he’d only gotten worse. You didn’t know much about her, no one did, he’d been pretty protective. Out of that protectiveness had stemmed a need to keep her out of the limelight, meaning he’d been rougher with the civilians he was tasked with protecting, and the criminals he’d been placed in charge of arresting. 

Only today, or yesterday, you supposed, he’d violently ripped a civilian’s arm out their socket while rescuing them from a bank robber. It had taken hours to scrub the internet of the outrage after, burying it under baseless accusations about Starlight and her supporters.

If there was one good thing about the Starlight mess, it was that it had suddenly gotten a whole los easier to hide any misdeeds; just blame it on the Starlighters, or shift blame, and your work was done. Sage also seemed to consider the complications of her actions, and her influence had radiated out on the rest of the Seven under your watchful eye. For that, you were grateful; you were unable to protest any time someone made a mess for you to clean up. It didn’t help that you were in charge of public relations for the Seven, a floating position without any higher-ups, putting you in constant contact with the Seven.

The Deep was definitely the worst person you had to deal with. He was the most irritating person you’d ever met, always hitting on you and trying his best to get in your pants. You’d even been there when he threatened Ashley, and you got the message loud and clear; nothing stood between you and your untimely, humiliating death but being on his good side. So you’d been forced to work even harder. The octopus rumors were hard to defeat, but you’d worked tirelessly to push the blame onto Cassandra, painting her as the crazy ex determined to take down a good guy. You weren’t sure how long it’d work, but you supposed you didn't have much of a choice.

The Homelander was a close second, however. He was terrifying, always staring at you with those eyes, like he saw right through you, like he was planning to hollow you out, see what made you, see how much pressure it took to unmake you. You knew he was capable of it, knew he was a bigger threat than the rest of the Seven, combined. The hypervigilance was the worst part, constantly monitoring what you said, what you did, in the hopes he wouldn’t be offended enough to laser you through the skull like the last person who’d had your job. You’d been their assistant, poor Amara…

To be fair, she’d insulted the Homelander, called him a moron. The blood had gone everywhere, had soaked you head to toe. You’d just stood there, mouth gaping, blood soaking through your previously clean white shirt, and stared at him. He’d stared back, eyes locked onto your face like he wanted to devour you. You hadn’t protested when he’d given you an impromptu promotion; you knew everyone was currently too scared to say anything to him. 

You were so scared of the look he’d given you. Still, he’d followed you around, never saying anything, just looking at you. After the announcement, internally of course, of Homelander’s new girlfriend, only the very highest on the totem pole knew her identity, you’d also noticed everyone looking at you weird. 

Where once you’d blended in, just one in a sea of people, now you were constantly being singled out. People would bring you your morning coffee, just the way you liked it, assistants and interns you’d never once met. People wouldn’t sit next to you at lunch, keeping a large distance, forming an invisible barrier between yourself and the rest of the Vought employees. Ashley’d even talked nicer to you for once, as though she actually cared, instead of treating you like shit on her shoe. 

You had no clue why; maybe because you’d been promoted?

Shaking your head to clear it of your current line of thinking, you moved forward, pushing your bedroom door open. 

Where your room had been barely illuminated by the night peeking through the curtains, your hallway was pitch black. You padded forward, stumbling in the dark, trailing a hand down the wall.

Finally, after an awkward couple of moments, you made your way to the living room. It was illuminated, bright light from the moon streaming in through your sliding doors. You’d forgotten to close the curtains, though you guessed it was a boon for your current situation.

You padded into the middle of the room, then spun around slowly, taking in each shadow, each piece of furniture.

Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. 

It seemed like you’d gotten out of bed for nothing.

Shrugging, you turned around.

Homelander was standing right in front of you, smile stretched so far across his face it looked painful. His hand was outstretched, like he’d been about to place a hand on your shoulder.

“Sh-shit!” You cried, stumbling back. Your hand flew to your chest, clasping at your thick sweater. Your chest heaved with the force of the surprise, with the loss of breath. 

He laughed, eyes locked onto you. Periodically, his face seemed to… shutter, like he was trying to hide his true feelings. It was terrifying, the way his face seemed to change and morph under the force of his own emotions. He shifted his weight onto one foot, pulling an expression of bemused surprise onto his chiseled face. 

“Hey, hey, just take a breath, alright?” He said, leaning forward. He sounds as though he’s having a casual conversation, not surprising someone in the middle of the night, in a house he shouldn’t be able to enter.

You took a deep breath, squared your shoulders, and looked up at him. “P-please, you need to leave. Whatever you need to talk about, we can talk about tomorrow morning.” His face barely shifted expressions as you talked, though the surprise drained away.

He laughed, eyes wide. “No need to be so formal, little lady! I’m just here for a little chat…” he leaned in closer, bringing a hand up to caress at your jaw. His stance was casual, too casual, like he had no clue why it would be inappropriate to surprise anyone, let alone a coworker, in their house in the middle of the night.

You stepped back. He stepped forward, closing the distance. You sighed; it seemed he was determined to stay in your personal space.

“Please, Homelander- I need you to leave,” You begged, voice cracking. He simply smirked, like your feelings had no bearing on his actions. You supposed they didn’t; he was superior to you in every way, after all.

“Now, why would I do that?” He brushed his hand along your cheek, caressing it softly. Goosebumps sprang up in the absence of his touch. His hand was warm, almost too warm, unnatural, through the creaky, smooth leather glove. You could smell the barest hint of iron on the material. You jolted back, though you had nowhere to run; your back hit the wall of your living room. You were cornered.

You let out a gasp at the contact, looking up with pleading eyes, begging nonverbally to be allowed to leave. You just wanted to go back to bed, to curl up and pretend none of this had ever happened.

You screwed your eyes tight, head leaned as far away from him as possible. You didn’t want to see your gruesome demise coming; all you could hope was that he would make it painless.

“You know, everyone in the office thinks you’re such an innocent little thing…” He began, voice jovial, though you sensed an underlying hostility. “The Deep bet $50 you were a virgin; I know Black Noir took that bet. But you… you’re something special. I can smell it on you…”

“S-sir?”

“The arousal, everything I walk in a room, the way you squeeze your thighs together through those tight pants, hoping against hope you won’t soak through… Like a gift waiting to be unwrapped for me…” He leaned in closer, nose practically touching your neck, and inhaled deeply, as though he was checking for arousal right that second.

“Ah, there it is, you must be soaking wet, aren’t you? So turned on by your hero surprising you… I bet you’ve thought about this for months, haven’t you? Touching yourself to the thought of me?”

You had. You hated to admit it, but you had. There was just something about his presence, the danger, that truly excited you, that left you wanting for more. You’d thought about him, hand down your pants, for most of your adult life, though you’d never found release like you had once you learnt the bloody truth. Maybe it made you a bad person. Maybe it would lead to your death. You were truly at his mercy now, and despite yourself, you couldn’t help the way the fantasies flicked through your mind, bleeding and mixing together. You clenched your legs, hoping against hope he wouldn’t check.

He bracketed his hand against the wall, pinning you in. You were trapped.

“Mm, I bet this is your wildest fantasy… Isn’t it. Me pinning you to the wall, ripping your shirt off, taking you on the table…” He kissed down your neck, taking extra care to suck at the space you knew your carotid was.

“Your pulse is racing, I can see it, hear it, pulsing through you. It ticked up when I kissed… right… here…” He punctuated his words by sucking at the crux of your neck, and you let out a soft gasp. It felt so good, feeling the brush of his canines against the thin skin, the warmth of his breath, seeing him from your peripheral. Shit, if you were going to die tonight, at least you’d die happy. 

He let out a huff, smile widening, showing off those sharp canines. He was like an animal, viciously attacking your neck. You knew your neck would be covered in marks, if you lived to see tomorrow.

Suddenly, unbidden, you thought of his girlfriend. Was he cheating on her? Would he kill you because of it?

You tried to shove him off. “Please-please, Homelander, we can’t! You, you have a girlfriend!”

He snorted, pulling back, hanging his head. His shoulders shook.

“God, you’re lucky you’re so cute,” he laughed, raising his head to look into your eye. It was like looking into the eye of a storm, a brief respite from the winds viciously tearing at you, ripping through you.

“Wh-what?”

“You are the girlfriend.”

“Oh. oh…” Well, that explained the special treatment.

“Wait, what?! You can’t just claim-”

His lips slammed to yours, cutting off your squawk of indignation.

His lips were soft, and smooth, and hard, like the force of a truck barrelling into you. 

Jesus, it’s everything you’d hoped it would be, and your arousal blooms in you, blossoming and morphing and pushing you forward, into the kiss.

He lets out a groan, hand reaching up to tangle in your hair, yanking at it gently, oh so gently. The force, being able to feel how much he’s holding back, is intoxicating, addicting.

The two of you stand, him pinning you to the wall, lips sliding together. The kiss is hurried, frantic even, like the two of you have been building to this moment for months. You suppose you have.

Finally, he slides a hand down your side, moving it up the inside of your shirt, tracing the contours of your waist and chest. 

You groan at the smooth leather’s glide; his touch is featherlight, so well-controlled, but you can’t help but wish he would give in to his impulse and show you how much he wants you.

The brush of his palm, wrapped in leather, against your sensitive breasts startles you; you jump slightly, breaking the kiss. He pants against your forehead, gently pressing a kiss to the warming skin. You sigh, eyes fluttering closed.

He’s so warm, is the thing. You don’t know why you’d never thought of it that way, always thinking he was cooler than normal; you were wrong. His skin is heated, almost flushed, what would count as feverish on a normal human. You guess he isn’t normal, is the thing.

Just being in his presence is addicting, is intoxicating. You want to spend the rest of your life in these moments, stretched out like syrup, until you’re positively sick of his touch. And yet, he’s already moving his hands down, gliding them down the contours of your side until he reaches where your shorts rest, just below your belly button.

You gasp as his hands reach through to cup at your ass, and he picks you up like you weigh nothing. You’ve never had a partner be able to lift you up so easily, so effortlessly; the reminder of his strength only turns you on more.

He walks quickly, you in his arms, to the table, setting you down gracelessly. Before you can even process the move, he’s already got you laid flat, the vase you had prominently displayed pushed to the side. The crash shocks you and you jolt, staring up at him. His eyebrows furrow and his mouth twists; he didn’t mean to scare you.

It’s odd, seeing him be so gentle. You can’t help but croon, reaching a hand up to card through his hair, playing with the small strands at the nape of his neck. His face clears, and the ever present smirk finds its way back in place. His eyes light up; you’ve never seen the smile actually reach his eyes. His eyes, normally stormy and dull, blaze in the dark room.

He leans down, slamming your lips together. As the two of you kiss, he pulls your shorts down, exposing your panties. He laughs at the feeling of the lace, briefly pulling away.

“Expecting me, were you?” He teases, but you just pull him down. He ignores the mumbled “shut up” you throw his way before practically attacking his mouth.

Homelander runs a hand down your stomach, chuckling into the kiss as your muscles pull taut and flinch at the light touch. He pulls away one last time from the kiss, smirk ever-present and lighting up his face.

He doesn’t bother teasing you, he can read the frustration on your face, knowing you’re about ready to cry from exasperation. He kisses his way down your torso, laving at the flushed skin, taking the time to bite ever so gently. You can see the reddened indents as he continues exploring, before finally stopping right at your panty-line.

“Finally,” he growls, and all your hair stands on end. You’ve only ever heard him sound so dangerous when he’s about to laser someone, but you know he wouldn’t hurt you, if only because it would mean he would go home unsatisfied and wanting.

Without another word, he rips your panties off, ignoring your half-hearted process, and dives in.

You let out a long, low moan, practically punched out of you, and throw your head back. His mouth on your heated flesh feels incredible, god-sent, finally giving you the long-awaited relief.

His hands bracket your waist, keeping you from bucking him off, and you watch as he devours you. You’ve never seen him so intense, so concentrated, on anything except crime and himself. It’s intoxicating, being the one he’s so dead-set on impressing. You run your hand through his hair, tugging gently, though the moan he lets out feels incredible.

The coil in your stomach tightens, tightens, almost ready to snap. You’re close now, teetering on the edge, ready for more.

“Homelander,” you moan, eyes screwed shut. You can’t handle the feeling, the heat building up, threatening to completely overtake you. In response, he simply moves faster.

Finally, you crest the edge, that taut coil snapping. You spasm, hips bucking up, almost out of his grip.

The noise that escapes your lips doesn’t even sound human. 

As you lie on the table, hands outstretched and panting like you’ve run a marathon, Homelander leans back up to kiss you on the lips.

He’s gentle now, the taste of you still fresh on his lips, and he brings his hands up to cup your jaw.

“Well?” He asks, barely pulling back.

Your eyes flutter open.

“Jesus,” you breath, eyes wide and unseeing.

“Not quite, but I’ll take it.”

[pugh-bug]

No.42 Chapter 7

Art Donaldson x reader slow burn

If you’re still reading this series I appreciate you so much 🫶🏻 this is a pretty angsty chapter - vague implications of an eating disorder.

Part 6

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You had twelve texts, mostly from Liam, with the most recent being:

11:49am - Text from Liam

Thanks for coming you looked great haha

get home safe ok ;)

The wink you barely registered in your exhausted morning state, instead you rolled over to see Art asleep on your floor. He was in last nights clothes, as were you, and curled up in the foetus position. The temperature outside had finally dropped enough degrees to let a light breeze through your open window, brushing Art’s curls off his cheek. He looked angelic.

‘He might need you more.’

What did he need you for? He had Art for friendship, Liam for rivalry, his family for financial stability and himself setting his future aspirational lifestyle in motion. All of these thoughts swam in your head like hunting gators as you listened to Art’s peaceful breathing. What was he dreaming about? You hoped something good, your recent dreams had caused you nothing but high blood pressure.

CLANG!

Ah…Patrick. Morning coffee time.

‘Hmmm?’ Art mumbled, opening his eyes slowly. The poor boy must have the worst hangover of anyone’s life (you’d say of his but it was likely Art’s first real one). ‘How are we feeling?’ You cooed, sitting cross legged on your bed staring down at him. For a moment you received no response other than groaning, as Art clambered to a seating position. His eyes were still foggy when he cleared his throat to ask what time it was.

‘It’s 12.’

Another groan. ‘Shit…where are my - I’m sorry why am I in your room?’ He looked around frantically for his phone or water, so you gestured to your nightstand which stocked both. You smiled slightly at Art’s sleepy, confused voice. ‘You tell me,’ you shrugged, trying to remember. ‘We probably got out the Uber and just collapsed in here instead of your room cos it’s closer…Pat’s slept on the couch maybe?’

Art ran his fingers through his hair, straining his neck up with wide but distant eyes. He looked, for a moment, like he’d stopped breathing. Like he’d severed the oxygen to his brain and he was going to sit and wait to crack. His nails were even starting to dig in on his own arm.

‘Art.’ You snapped your fingers in his face and he seemed to come back from wherever he’d been. ‘Are you okay?’ Art solemnly took in your concerned frown for a moment before standing up and saying ‘Thanks for looking after me.’ on his way out.

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Art had been too exhausted to go to practise but not too exhausted, apparently, to do press ups in the kitchen. You walked in, after your shower, expecting to find the two of them watching tv not working out - well Patrick wasn’t. ‘I know I know, you try telling him.’ Was all Patrick offered in response to your look of total disbelief.

‘Twenty six…twenty seven…twenty eight…’

Any other day you might have been impressed but this? This was ridiculous.

‘Art, what are you doing?’

‘Twenty nine…thirty…thirty one…’

He was sweating, not as much as when he played tennis but he’d need a shower. His lips, in between counts, were trembling ever so slightly from the effort as he pushed and pushed to fight against sleep. It was a sad sight, one you wished to dissolve one way or another.

‘Art, this is fucking ridiculous. You’ve barely slept you’re hungover you just need one lazy day.‘

No response.

‘This isn’t normal.’

Patrick gave you one last look of defeat before going for his shower, clearly desperate to leave the room. You hesitated before kneeling on the floor beside Art’s head.

‘Thirty seven…thirty eight…’

His body was giving up on him - just screaming at him to let it rest.

‘Thirty…nine…’

When he got to forty you hoped you’d see a flicker of satisfaction on his face, followed by a prompt end but no. No, he just kept going.

‘Forty two…forty thr’

‘Fucking stop!’ You yelled and he did. Finally. Art dusted off his hands and sat up, staring at you in complete silence. He looked almost horrified at the intrusion.

‘I’m not your Mum but you need to look after yourself, you’re never going to win matches if you turn up to them half dead because you refuse to relax.’ You sighed, heavily, waiting for the lengthy disagreement Art would throw at you. The defensiveness. It never came.

‘I know.’ He pulled his knees up to his chest and stared at the poorly woven carpet, looking lost. ‘I just…I can’t afford to take days off I’m not Patrick. I have to work and work and work at it constantly. If I get into the habit of taking days off whenever I feel a bit shitty what will that get me? It won’t get me into Challengers, it won’t make me win any Opens. I won’t win Wimbledon Y/N,’ Art looked up at you, his eyes glassy. ‘What will it have all been for if…if after everything I’m just average?’

‘You’re telling me you can’t win Wimbledon if when you’re hungover you watch tv instead of working out?’ You rubbed your face, studying his for any negative reaction. ‘Sometimes one small set back is all it takes.’ He looked utterly defeated, you’d never seen someone look so low. It was hard for you to understand the tennis obsession but of course, like most things, you knew it wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

‘Have you eaten yet?’

He shook his head.

‘Well, you really should - actually you will. There should be leftovers.’

You managed to convince Art to eat and drink plenty of water before he resisted. ‘Maybe go back to bed?’ Was your advice - which he did not take. Patrick was half gaming half texting girls and only chimed in to make the odd sarcastic comment. He didn’t hear what Art said next.

‘Y/N,’ When you took your eyes away from your coffee you saw Art’s hand trailing closer to yours, his eyes apologetic. ‘I think you’re kinder than anyone I’ve ever met.’ Before you could say anything he was coughing, interrupting himself before he could share further. It took a while for his diaphragm to ease up but by then the moment had passed. His hand had returned to his side of the table.

Chapter 8

Masterlist

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[cutecherrygirl]

Enhypen - Orange peeling theory 🍊

Warnings: Fluff

If you ask your partner to peel an orange for you and they say yes, that means they care for you and love you so much to the point they would do even small, silly and ridiculous things for you such a peeling an orange 🍊

Jake

you are both sitting of the couch if his living room. He is reading a book and you are scrolling through tik tok. Its raining outside and the whole atmosphere is very cozy. The lights are slightly dimmed and you are both drinking Cherry tea.

Suddenly, you came across a video on your fyp about the Orange peeling theory. You smile and think to yourself if It will work on Jake, your heart flattered at the thought of him doing this for you.

You glance at the fruit bowl on the coffee table and smiled. You reach over to it and grabbed an orange that was sitting on top.

"baby" you said softly and looked at Jake.

"hm?" Jake responded while still reading a book.

"can you please peel this orange for me?" You say as you stretch your arm out to give him the Orange.

Jake didn't hesitate, he closed his book and took thr orange then peeled it "here you go baby" he said and toon a pieces of Orange then pop it in his mouth, giving the rest to you.

You smile and blush then just sat there and started at the orange with heart in your eyes. Jake looks at you confused.

After awhile you look up at him and smile more "i love you so much" you say and lay your head on his shoulder.

"he kissed your head and place his arm around your Shoulders "i love you too"

Heesung

You guys decided to go on mini walk since it is nice sunny day outside.

You put a little bow on your dogs head and head out with Heesung. You three walked down the street with Heesung holding your hand and talking with you about his day.

You decided to go to the dog park so your dog can have fun. You sat on the bench and let your dog run to other dogs while you and Heesung talk.

It was very nice day and cherry blossom petals are flying everywhere so the whe ground is pink haha

After awhile, you notice an orange stand "ill go buy some oranges, I didn't bring any snacks" you say and Heesung kissed your cheek "okay baby"

You buy the bag of oranges and sit next to Heesung. He leaned into the bench enjoying the nice spring breeze while you are opening the bag.

As you start picking which orange to eat you remember the post you saw on Instagram this morning about orange peeling theory.

You decide to test it "Jagi, can you peel this for me?" You smile and handed Heesung an orange "of course love" he smiled back and started peeling the orange.

You lean into bench with him and lay your head on his shoulder while you watch him peal the orange.

After he peels it, he takes a piece and feed it to you. You smile and eat it then cross your leg over the other and he puts his hand on your knee.

You two just stay like that relaxed, eating orange and of course keeping an eye on your puppy 🌺

Sunghoon

You are laying in your bed having the worst period cramps of your life (me rn 😭) and you feel like crying your eyes out. You text Sunghoon to pick up some snacks on his way home.

Sunghoon comes home and goes straight upstairs to you "hey, are you feeling better?" He asks as he takes off his jacket and starts searching through the shopping bag.

You whined and sniffed "no..im in worst pain ever, lile I can't even feel my toes" you start tearing up and Sunghoon lays next to you and pulls you closer to him then cuddles you tightly. He placed his hand on your stomach under your shirt so he calm the pain down a bit.

"i bought you your favourite snacks" he whispers in your ear when he noticed you calmed down a bit. You smile and burry your face in his neck "Thanks, did you buy oranges too?" You asked in soft voice and he chuckled "of course my love" he gives you a kiss on your forehead before reaching for the shopping bag and taking out an orange.

Your eyes instantly light up when you saw your favourite snack. He peels the Orange and pecks your lips before feeding you.

He continues to feed you with orange and start telling you about his day.

Jay

You and jay are in the grocery store buying groceries for the week.

You are in cheese section "Should we get Feta? So i can make chicken salad?" You ask Jay and he looks at you confused "Feta for chicken salad? Are you crazy?" He laughs a bit and kiss your cheek "you're so silly sometimes" he grabs the feta cheese and puts it in the basket.

You then walk to the fruit section "can you grab some cherries? They will be gone next week if we don't get them now "you say and Jay starts to pick them.

You grabbed few oranges and smiled after remembering the article you read this morning *ask your partner to peel you an orange, if they do, that means they love and care for you. If they dont, im sorry*

You walk over To Jay and whispered to him "baby..can tou peel this for me?" You ask while showing him an orange, he turns to you "baby... were in the middle of the store..what if they-" "i don't care like..we can be sneaky" you smile and he chuckled then grabbed the orange.

He looked around to see if anyone is watching then he starts peeling the orange. You smiled from ear to ear and quickly pecked his lips after he is done "thank you baby" you said and he pecked your lips too before giving you your now peeled orange 😍

"Awwww" you both hear a voice and turn your heads into the direction of the voice. It was an old lady at lemon section with few lemons in her hands "you two are adorable. I remember when my husband, John, peeled an orange for me" she said while smiling at you.

You and jay looked at each other and smiled then looked back at the lady "thank you ma'am" you say softly and jay kissed your temple.

Jungwon

You two are eating dinner at your place. You made some chicken rice with mushroom sauce, it was delicious.

You sat by the coffee table, eating and talking "babe, seriously, how are you so good at cooking?" Jungwon asks and you blush "yah, Gordon Ramsay taught me everything I know" you say confidently and Jungwon nodded "yeah but like, you are so much better." He says and you roll your eyes playfully "you are talking nonsense!" You laugh and kissed his cheek.

After you guys are done eating, ye takes the plates to the kitchen and Washes them then comes back to you with two oranges in his hands.

He sits down next to you by the coffee table. You are scrolling through tik tok and cane across an orange peeling video. You didn't even notice that Jungwon was peeling your orange while you were reading the slides about the orange peeling theory.

"baby, eat the orange, they are so sweet" he said and gives you peeled piece of orange, you smile at him and take the piece with your teeth. You chew it "thank you baby" you say and peck his lips.

You continued talking and eating oranges ❤️🍊

Sunoo

He is sleeping in your bed and you are sitting next to him pouting.

You wanted to spend time with him but he is tired so he fell asleep. You are disappointed but understanding.

You decide to go on tik tok for a big until he wakes up, you scroll through the videos and you somehow end up on orange tok 😱

You lay down and watch orange tik toks when suddenly, an orange peeling video comes up. You watch the video and your eyes sparkle when you saw what happened.

The girl in the video asked her boyfriend to peel an orange for her but he said no and told her she has hands for a reason and that she should use them.

This made you very sad and made you wonder what would Sunoo do if you ask him that.

You pout slightly and stand up then walk iver to your school bag and take you an orange you took from canteen in school.

You lay back in the bed next to Sunoo and poke his arm slightly. He shifted a bit and you poked him again "baby" you call for him "hm?" He replied tierdly.

"can you peel this for me?" You ask and put an orange in front of him "yes" he nods and starts peeling the orange, you watched him with the biggest smile on your face.

He gives you the peeled orange "thank you baby" you start giving him small kisses all over his face, he places his arm around your waist and pull you closer so you can cuddle.

You then take your phone and go to the same video you watched, you open the comment section and write "Hehe, my boyfriend peeled it for me even tho he was sleeping 😝😝" under her video.

Then you go to sleep.

Ni-ki

You and Ni-ki are in Japan. You decided to visit his parents for the weekend and spend some time together.

After unpacking your stuff, Ni-ki hugged you from behind and pecked your neck "wear something nice, I wanna take you somewhere" he whispers in your ear with his deep voice abd you get exited and wondered where he's going to take you.

You wore a white dress with cherries all over it and some white shoes and you put your hair in a high pony tail.

Turns out, Ni-ki's parents own a beautiful fruit field and he took you there 😱

He hemd your hand tightly then start walking with you "this is so pretty" you say in Awe and he smiled then kissed your hand "im glad you like it"

You noticed an blanked laying on the grass with two glasses filled with cherry juice and a piece of strawberry cake.

"Ni-ki.... omg" you say and start blushing and smiling like an idiot. He wrapped his arms around your waist and hugs you tightly "only the best for you" he said softly and smiled at you then pecked your lips.

You both sat on the blanket and talked about how beautiful this place is. After awhile you noticed an orange tree nearby "oh my god no way!" You said exited and stand up. You rushed to the tree and picked two oranges then walk back to Ni-ki and sit down.

"I've never eaten a fresh orange" you say exited and he smiled at you while he is removing hair from your face.

You started peeling the orange but Ni-ki noticed you git your nails done and he didn't want to to ruin them or the dress so he gently took the orange from your hands "ill peel it for you baby" he says and kiss your cheek before starting to peel it.

After peeling it, he breaks a piece of orange and feeds you. "Thank you" you smile as you eat the orange.

[miracleonice87]

17 w barzy pls! i feel like he only ever gets smut or fluff written w him

from m's midnights prompt list

warnings (cw / tw): miscarriage, pregnancy loss, mourning... this one's a doozy, folks 😔 please don't read if these subjects are triggering or sensitive for you

word count: ~2,100

17. Bigger Than The Whole Sky

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It started as the most typical Isles weekday gameday. Mat woke up an hour before morning skate, kissed your forehead, and rolled out of bed as you snoozed away for just a few more minutes, the early-pregnancy exhaustion hitting you hard the last several weeks. He made himself a coffee, you an Earl Grey, and carried both back to the bedroom where he found you just beginning to stir. You both sipped at your drinks as you went through your morning grooming and threw on athleticwear. Soon, after a playful kiss in the hallway, you were both headed out the door, Mat to the rink and you to the Lees’ to workout with Grace in their home gym. 

At least, with the intention to workout with Grace. 

Instead, your world as you knew it and your greatest dream came crashing down during the short drive to the Lee house.

What started as light cramping quickly gave way to sharp, stabbing pains that had you doubled over in Grace’s doorway by the time you reached their stately home. She knowingly shuffled you inside, alarm bells blaring in her head even as she used her calmest tone and did everything she could to soothe you. Her babysitter quickly led the girls away from the scene, distracting them with an invitation to play princess dress-up in the toyroom down the hall, away from your intensifying sobs.

As Grace guided you toward her car in the garage, your hands gripping hers with knuckles white as you leaned into her for strength, she noticed a figment of every expectant parent’s worst fear… the seat of your grey leggings stained with an unsettlingly substantial amount of blood. 

“Is this it?” you cried. “Is this what it feels like?”

The pit deepened in her gut, her maternal instincts screaming yes. 

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” she answered softly. “We’re gonna go find out, okay? Together.” 

“A-and Mat…”

“I know. Of course.” 

You reached the passenger door, and with one hand Grace opened the adjacent rear door, grabbed one of the girls’ pink travel pillows, and tossed it onto your seat in the hope that it would somehow make you more comfortable on the drive to the hospital. She got you settled into the passenger seat and seconds later, was already rolling down her driveway at a speed faster than she ever hit on a normal day, making an impossible phone call via her hands-free navigation. 

At the other end of that call was her sweet husband, who thank god had gotten caught up talking to one of the assistant coaches about gameplans and hadn’t yet stepped onto the ice for morning skate as Mat had minutes ago. 

Anders looked at his phone with a furrowed brow and a knot in his stomach… Grace never called him when she knew he was at the rink.

“G? What’s going on?” 

That’s when she told him it was you, not herself, who was the reason for the call. 

“Shit… is she…”

“I don’t know. She’s in a lot of pain, Anders.” Which he already knew from your muffled sobs on the speakerphone. He’d never heard you cry before. “She’s bleeding. Get Mat off the ice now and tell him to meet us at the hospital.” 

“Fuck. Okay. Be careful – I’m-I’m hanging up.” 

“Okay. I’ll call you.”

“Yeah.” 

Anders tapped the red button and sat in silence at his stall for the briefest of seconds, running a hand through his hair and blowing out a breath through pursed lips, absolutely dreading what he had to do next. 

He made his way down the tunnel, stopping at the bench instead of immediately hopping out onto the ice. Lane noticed and caught his eye. Anders closed the short gap between himself and his head coach, ducked his head, and explained the situation as quietly and briefly as he could. Lane’s expression went cold, and he offered a slow, single nod, then cleared his throat. 

“I’ll do it if you want me to, but I think you should maybe be the one to…”

Anders cut him off, shaking his head. 

“No… no, he should hear it from me.”

Lane set his jaw, clapped the captain’s shoulder, and fixed his gaze back across the ice with a pained exhale. 

Anders shuffled to the end of the bench at its opening and waited a few moments for Mat to skate past him on a loop. When he did, he called, “Barz.” Hoarse, somber, short. The younger player immediately skidded to a stop, sending snow flying from beneath his blades. 

“What’s up?” he asked, panting. 

Anders swallowed, tucking his chin to his chest for a moment. 

“Leezy? What’s up?” Mat repeated, brow furrowing. 

Anders met Mat’s eyes again and sighed. 

“You gotta go to the hospital, bud,” he said softly, unable to keep his voice from shaking. “Grace just called, and-”

Mat didn’t even let Anders finish his thought before he jumped the threshold and ran down the tunnel, shedding his gear as he went, trying to hold it all in his hands and beneath his arms. Anders followed close behind. 

“Barzy, bud, are you good to drive?”

Mat nodded furiously without so much as a glance Anders’ way. 

“I’ll drive you if you want.”

Mat shook his head. 

“You call me if you need anything, you hear me?”

He was nodding again, and simultaneously busting through the doors of the locker room, where he threw all his gear into his bag, pried off his skates, and tugged on his crewneck and sweats in the blink of an eye before heading for the exit with just his keys and his phone… but he stopped in front of his friend before he could make it that far. 

Anders could see the red already rimming his eyes, and he felt his own throat constricting as he heard Mat’s breath coming in short, stuttering gasps. 

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this, man,” Mat managed between breaths. 

All Anders could do was grab Mat in a crushing hug, the sounds of him clapping Mat’s back echoing in the empty locker room. 

“It never is. I’m sorry.” 

No words appear before me in the aftermath

Salt streams out my eyes and into my ears

Every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness

'Cause it's all over now, all out to sea…

The ultrasound screen had been turned off for at least half an hour by now, you and Mat left alone by the doctor for nearly as long, but you still lay flat on your back, wet cheek pressed to the ugly pleather exam table, willing the black screen to turn back on and tell you something different than it already had. Willing this nightmare to end, willing yourself to wake up, willing it not to be true, to be some giant, cruel misunderstanding. 

No words came to your lips, though thousands of them hummed incessantly between your ears, intrusive thoughts even louder than they’d been all morning in the now-silent room. You heard Mat sniffling behind you, felt his lips kissing the back of your hand every few seconds. Before he’d arrived, you had thought you could not possibly ever feel the sting of devastation more acutely than when the doctor had uttered the words “I’m so sorry; you’re miscarrying.” But good god, the second Mat ran through those sliding glass doors in an utter panic, hair wild no doubt from pulling it throughout the entire drive to the hospital, eyes and nose and cheeks pink from crying, lips parted and shoulders rising and falling as he attempted to catch his breath… you realized how wrong you’d been. 

You could handle the pain this would inflict upon you. But seeing Mat suffering just as much… that made you want to crawl in a hole and never see the light of day again. And since that moment, after he’d gathered you in his arms, you’d tried your damndest to avoid making eye contact with him altogether. 

He was sad because of you. Mourning because of you. Depressed and angry and sick and childless because of you. 

And that was simply too much to bear. 

So it was nearly an hour since he’d gotten there and you had yet to look him in the face again. And while looking him in the face was killing you, you not looking him in the face was killing him. 

Nobody won in this situation. It was a lose-lose-lose. 

“Honey, look at me. Please look at me?” Mat begged from your side. 

Unsurprisingly, he was met with silence, and no motion.

“It’s not your fault. Alright? It’s not your fault, babe,” he said firmly, squeezing your hand. “I need you to hear that.”

More silence. It wasn’t even that you wouldn’t speak, it was that you simply couldn’t. 

Mat sighed, using his free hand to swipe at the never-ending tears streaming down his cheeks. Then, he trailed his palm along the length of your arm. 

“You can be as quiet as you want for as long as you want, baby, because this is an awful fucking thing that’s just happened to us, to you,” he spoke, voice wavering. “But I’m gonna keep talking because I’ve gotta make sure you know that this isn’t because of anything you did, or didn’t do. Like the doctor said, these things happen for reasons we’ll never know. And I’m not upset with you. I’m not mad at you. I could never be mad at you. I love you.” 

You closed your eyes, swearing your eyelids were suddenly outfitted with weights. It was all sinking in… the reality of it, the heaviness, the emptiness. You just wanted to sleep.

You finally opened your mouth, feeling how dry and cotton it had become. You didn’t have the strength to debate him on why this had happened, how it had to be your fault somehow, but you mustered enough to give him what you knew he needed. 

“I love you,” you whispered, unnerved by how weak and small your own voice sounded in the sterile room. 

Behind you, you heard Mat rise up from the uncomfortable vinyl chair. He bent over you, pushing some hair back from your damp face, and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, relieved and grateful to have gotten any response, any sign of human function, from you at all. Then, he patted your shoulder and said the very thing you’d been dreading.

“Come on… let’s go home.”

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

You were bigger than the whole sky

You were more than just a short time…

Mat didn’t know how he’d found himself in the nursery or how long he'd been there, but after laying with you in your bed and softly stroking your hair as you finally fell into a much-needed slumber, that’s where his aimless wandering had eventually led. He didn’t bother to turn on the light; the afternoon sun streaming through the still untreated windows cast a golden glow on everything in the room. 

It had once felt so cozy, a representation of all that the two of you had to look forward to in the weeks and months to come. He loved sitting in the room all alone when he arrived home from a road trip, late at night when you were already sound asleep, dreaming about who your baby would look like, what they would sound like, who they would someday grow to be. 

With you losing your pregnancy so soon into it, the material items in the room were still few. As he ran his fingertips along the covers of the gifted copies of “Goodnight, Moon,” “On The Night You Were Born,” and “Love You Forever,” and over the stuffed Sparky the Dragon next to them on the shelf, his eyes filled with fresh tears, realizing that he would never get to snuggle his first baby earthside, read to them with Sparky tucked in their lap. He leaned wearily against the railing of the crib he had just put together mere days ago, and as he looked toward the tiny “13” jersey laying on the still plastic-wrapped mattress, a sob escaped his throat and he let himself fall completely apart for the very first time, without needing to remind himself to hold it together in your presence. He turned and sunk down to the floor, leaning against the solid oak frame of the crib, and buried his head in his hands, crying as he never had in all his life.

Eventually, there would be conversations about the next steps to take for your health, whether or not to try again, and when, and whether to leave the nursery as it was or pack it up until, hopefully, you were pregnant once more. But for now, there was just sheer sadness as you and Mat grieved the little one that just wasn’t to be. 

And I've got a lot to pine about

I've got a lot to live without

I'm never gonna meet

What could've been, would've been

What should've been you…

[muhtesemz]

Man, this morning, this calm morning... Thr anticipation, the anxiety creeping along with hope. My whole feed is filled with people sharing their last words, a goodbye. "Mother land or death". These past few days, we saw a lot. We discovered humanity, we saw brotherhood. Tonight how everyone is welcoming the musafir, the selfless unconditional help without even knowing each others name subhanallah! We also saw some creatures who look exactly like human. Who didn't hesitate to put knife on the throat of the brother with whom tbey shared the same desk. Didn't hesitate to shed blood in mosque. Tonight had to be the worst night my people had ever seen. Waking up from sleep hearing gunshots, Thr mosque announcements asking people for help... Gunshots when azan was being called... And by the night, we pulled ourselves back together. It hurts, Allah heals...

When it ends, we'll mourn for every single soul. Right now we'll stitch our hearts and fulfil their last wish inshallah 🫂

A very special morning. May Allah help. We will stay humble. InshaAllah victory comes only from Allah.

[bangtaninborderland]

JHS - Twisted Feelings (13)

Summary: After working at an award show for 2 years everything had become normal, idols were no longer exciting to see, performances became dull and every day blended together, that was until an unexpected man asked for your help.

Warnings: mentions of stalking, kind of near death experience, elevator trauma atp

A/N: so considering someone in my inbox said no one wanted to read my bullshit I thought id share some more bullshit for you all to enjoy! I'm trying to be more frequent with the twisted feeling updates, I just feel so sad now hobi isn't here :( also pls stop sending hate to my inbox whoever u are today was a hard day and hearing hurtful things really brings me down.

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NaRae fell asleep two hours after you got there, she’d explained in detail how she was taking her regular route home, your parents house not being too far from her own to make the commute on foot when she was pushed against a wall on a dingy slip road and had the pictures snatched from her bag.

You’d reassured her that you weren’t mad, not at her anyway. It was a difficult situation and if anything you were truly angry with whoever was doing this. You couldn’t let the attack on Narae go amiss but there wasn’t much that could be done as of right now. Involving the police would only bring unwanted attention to the situation, it could jeopardise your job, your career, NaRae, and your parents not to mention the members themselves.

It would be a lie to say you’d slept well, the entire night you’d sat up, watching out of your window trying to piece together who was doing this, if it truly was a random fan how would they know about Jung-woo?

You shivered at the thought of it being him, although NaRae seemed to think it wasn’t, not believing the man brave enough to risk more jail time by breaching his restraining order. You’d quickly busied yourself with writing whatever you could, admittedly it wasn’t much, but you wanted to distract yourself, unable to sleep and thinking about the worst thing that ever happened to you certainly wasn’t something you wanted to do.

The hours passed quickly and soon enough you were dabbing concealer under your eyes trying to cover the bags forming from your restless night. The taxi ride was a quick one, traffic being clear.

In all honesty, everything was quite a blur, you had texted NaRae continuously all morning even sending her a food delivery gift card so she could buy herself breakfast. A sickening ball of guilt pooled in your stomach at the thought of someone you loved being hurt because of you.

You force yourself to will the thoughts away when you see Hoseok and Yoongi standing in the lobby, talking to the receptionist.

They both greeted you as you joined them, the receptionist's face going from happy to sour at the sight of you. Clearly, someone was jealous. Hoseok seemed to notice and dropped the smile he had worn with her, visibly irritated by the disgusted looks she shot you as she checked you in.

“How are you?” You asked them both as you walked to the elevator, waiting for the people inside to leave before the three of you entered the empty space.

“I’m good.” Yoongi nodded, he was always short-spoken but never rude and you appreciated that.

“I’m okay.” Hoseok seemed happier today, the stress he had been exhibiting the past few days seemed to have lessened. “Going with Hyung now to finish a song.”

“That’s good.” You were genuinely happy to hear everything coming together nicely. “What’s-“

Thud.

A screeching noise had all three of you covering your ears with your hands, your ID card and phone falling to the floor as the elevator shook.

“What’s happening?” Hoseok asked, his voice shaky.

The screeching noise continued before the elevator dropped, far too fast. It was at that moment you knew something was wrong.

“Lay down on your back right now.” You shouted to them both. “Put your arms over your face.” You followed your own instructions as they did, all three of you cramped lying on your backs in the small space.

The elevator was still falling, everything happening so fast before it abruptly came to a stop, all three of you jolting upwards.

All you could hear for a few seconds, seconds that felt like hours, was the laboured breathing of Yoongi and Hoseok beside you. You felt your own heart thinking against your chest, if you weren’t lying down you’d be shaking.

“Is everyone okay?” Yoongi asked from his position closest to the doors.

You took a moment to think, nothing hurt. “Yeah, I’m okay.”

“I’m fucking terrified.” Hoseok spat out. “I can’t do this Hyung.”

“I know hope-ah, it will be okay. Hyung is going to press the emergency button okay?” Yoongi carefully slid closer to the panel, his body lifting just a little to hit the red “HELP” button.

“What’s wrong?” You nudge Hoseok, genuinely worried about the way the man has his eyes closed shut, the grip on his shirt so tight his knuckles have gone white.

“I have a fear- fear of elevators.” He gasped, chest resting and falling far too fast.

You knew how close he was to having a panic attack, your eye caught Yoongi who too seemed to be aware of the current situation.

Yoongi opened his mouth but the intercom inside the elevator went off, someone talking. “The elevator has malfunctioned, we have called for help they will be here soon. Try not to move much, it may cause it to drop down completely. You’re on floor 5 so do not move, do not stand, a drop from this height could be fatal if you do. ”

“At least someone is coming to help us.” Hoseok muttered out, none of you mentioning the warning of possible death. “Hyung I can’t do this.”

“You can hoba, come on this is nothing compared to some things we have done. Let’s just lay here and talk, try taking deep breaths.” Yoongi was calm, much calmer than you felt considering your current predicament but secretly you were grateful for his ability to remain clear-headed, although you weren’t panicking as much as you were scared.

“YN? You’re quiet are you okay?” Yoongi asked, peeking over Hoseok just a little. You suddenly realised just how small the space truly was when Hoseok also turned his head to look at you, his eyes meeting yours instantly. “Yn?” Hoseok whispered too.

You nodded, forcing a smile as best you could. “I’m okay just scared.”

“The fire department will be here soon.” Hosoek reassured you, putting his own fears to the side to comfort you. “Right Hyung?”

“Yeah, we should distract ourselves, what did you all do yesterday?” Yoongi asked and you bristled at that, you didn’t want to think about the night spent cradling NaRae's face in your lap after helping clean the cuts and scrapes over her face and hands. You couldn’t help but feel sick at the thought that you could die here and NaRae could be hurt again, Your parents could be stalked whoever is doing this clearly knows their address, even if you do live what’s so say they don’t have yours. It was like a bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped over you.

“I need my phone.” You explained, cutting off whoever was talking, you’d apologise later right now you had to text NaRae, warn her, maybe warn your parents, if you died at least they would know. “In the corner by the door, can you reach it Yoongi-ssi?”

“What’s wrong?” Hoseok asked at the same time Yoongi mumbled “Let me see.”

Yoongi could in fact reach the device, pulling it closer with his foot before holding it out to you, the screen had cracked and just your luck it wouldn’t turn on. “Fuck.” You cursed under your breath, tears welling up under your eyes.

“Yn?” Hoseoks's frown deepened at the sound of your sniffles. “Are you hurt?”

“N-no.” You hiccuped, voice barely above a whisper. “We might die.”

“Don’t say that.” Hoseok had a horrified look on his face. “We will get out of here.”

You wanted to agree, to comfort the man who was so clearly scared, even if Yoongi wasn’t showing it you were sure he was scared too but you couldn’t, all you could think about was someone you loved being hurt because of you and you no longer being here to tell them. It was a bad idea to tell anyone, and it was an awful idea to tell the members but they were the only people here, if you died at least one of them may live, and one of them may be able to make sure whoever is stalking and threatening you and those you love won’t actually hurt anyone.

You took a deep breath, preparing for any questions. “I have a stalker and I’m not sure who it is.”

“What?” They both gasped in unison.

Hoseoks hand brushed against yours and without thinking you linked your pinkies together. “I have a stalker, it started with phone calls, yesterday they sent pictures of me with you and the other members to my parents’ house, my friend was there and found them before my parents could but she was attacked on the way home. I spent the day yesterday cleaning her cuts and trying to help her feel safe. They don’t want me around you.”The elevator fell into silence as you give them a moment to process what you’ve said.

“Shit.” Was the first thing that came from Yoongis mouth, you turned to look at Hoseok who had his jaw clenched, was he angry?

“How long?” Hoseok asked, finger tightening around yours. “When did it start?”

“It started with the whole translating thing, basically the whole time I worked here. They knew some personal things, things no one else knows…” You trailed off sparing them the details of the issue of jung-woo. “If something happens here, if I die in here and you live then please tell my parents they have to move. They aren’t safe at home anymore.”

“Don’t say that, don’t say things like that.” Yoongi interjected. “You aren’t going to die, none of us are.”

“Please Yoongi-ssi. I need to know my family will be okay.” You were grateful for Hoseok being between you, the sounds of your tears were embarrassing enough.

“If anything happens, which it won’t, I will personally make sure your parents are safe.” Hoseok looks at you with such a determination it can only be taken as a promise. “Have you gone to the police? Reported it to the company? It could be a sasaeng.”

“No, no I can’t do that. If I do it will just get worse, they said they would tell people personal things if I do. I can figure out who it is, I just need a little time.” You really had no idea where to start looking but you didn’t tell them that, truthfully you felt awful telling them something like this and then swearing them to secrecy but you didn’t see any other options available to you.

“We can’t keep this a secret, YN-ssi. It may be someone who has stalked us, we have had our fair share of encounters. We can help, the company can help.” Yoongi sounded sincere, sounded like he genuinely wanted to help.

You remembered NaRaes’ detailed explanation of the photos. “They have pictures of me inside the building, it must be someone who has access enough to take pictures of me with you all. They have the addresses of those I care about, at this point, I’m unsure if they know my address.”

Yoongi jolts upward, only stopping himself when he remembers where he is. “They have pictures of us.”

“So it could be a staff member.” Hoseok supplies.

Yoongi sighs. “That’s all the more reason to tell management. Who knows what kind of picture they have of us hoba, what if they have pictures of the others? Personal information? Relationship information? We have a lot to lose.”

“Hyung.” Hoseok paused, finally realising just how bad the situation had been. “You really think that?”

“Yes.” Yoongi nodded. “We have to protect ourselves. I’m sorry YN but I can’t sacrifice everyone and everything I care about for you.”

You didn’t say anything, Yoongis's words sounded so bitter, that you hated the way you instantly felt less than them. Of course, what they needed was more important than you, You were never blind to that fact but you hadn’t expected for them to both disregard the danger you and your family plus NaRae would be in if they did.

“We will tell Sejin once we get out. YN can you come? He will need to hear first-hand from you what happened, I know after everything today it’s probably too much but they need to know so they can stop any information about us being released or scandals happening. I promise you we will make sure you don’t get fired, you haven’t done anything anyway as long as you’re honest with him.” Yoongi is lying down once again, out of your eyesight and you are glad he is, otherwise, he may have noticed the sad scowl across your face. You shifted your head enough to look at the wall away, turned enough so Hoseok couldn’t see your frown.

Logically you understood they had more to lose, their image, and their lives could be ruined if someone had caught the wrong conversation. Although you could lose your job it would be nothing compared to the scandal that could happen if someone leaked important information about BTS. It didn’t matter that you had people who were at risk, at least not against important people.

Hoseok went to say something, whatever it was you weren’t entirely sure. A noise outside had you all a little startled before a voice started. “The fire department has arrived, we will begin to remove you now. Stay still until we can get the doors open.”

“Thank Fuck.” Yoongi huffed.

[mlm-blues]

woke up with sweetie banana in my head this is thr worst morning ever

[starry-hughes]

EXPAND ON THEM FORGETTING HER BDAY I KNOW UR NOT IN A WRITING MOOD BUT WHENEVER YOU ARE I NEED THR ANGST.

mooch is literally waiting all day for their phone calls and her friends are trying to get her mind off it. and at this point her and tyler are broken up and she’s just so sad and moping around

sitting at dinner in a party hat and on the verge of tears. of course ellen and jim call her in the morning and check in with her that night and she’s just like “this is the worst birthday ever.”

[sialaterornever]

hi im ill about thr (the humble realm) (you should watch magic's vods) and i am my own fandom so. poacher au

writing under the cut

The town of Remable was a small town, based around a hill of cherry trees and partially surrounded by mountains. It was isolated from society, ran on its own without support from the rest of the world, and to top it off…

It was made up of Supernaturals.

Supernaturals is the catch-all term for those who humanity deemed inhuman, from hybrids to entirely different species. Some prefer to use cryptids, others unnaturals, but for the Supernatural Hunter's Corporation, supernatural was the best term to use. Easiest to use without someone bringing it up angrily at an HR meeting.

But, unfortunately, supernaturals are deemed dangerous by the public, with supernatural attacks reported on the news every so often. This, of course, led to the creation of the Supernatural Hunter's Corporation, one only partially funded by the government due to less than moral actions taking place within SHC grounds.

Actions that few wish to mention to the public.

But back to Remable.

The Supernatural aspect of it was kept mostly under wraps. The only people who know about the town are the townsfolk, and it was supposed to stay that way.

Key word supposed to.

You see, the town being made of Supernaturals was an aspect that no one knew, but the fact that there was a town there was known by the government. But for all they knew, it was just a small town content with living far from the nearest city, and never bothered to give two cents about the place. There was a Wikipedia page and visitor website and all, but that was all for show, and no one ever went on them anyways, so the residents never had to worry about Hunters.

Until recently.

A van pulled into the only gas station of Remable at around 8 am, a red headed man in a torn coat leaving the driver seat. He brushed back his ponytail as he moved to the gas pump, filling up the gas. Once gas started to be pumped, he leaned into the open window and asked the person in the passenger seat if she wanted breakfast. A small conversation flew by, ending with the man shrugging as he ordered her not to leave the van and took the filler out of the fuel opening, putting it back on the handle. He then walked over to the station door, opening it. A small bell jingled lightly.

"Eh, Maya, you're earl-" A brown haired person was about to say before they saw the newcomer walk in, instantly freezing up and hiding away all supernatural features with a thought. He hadn't noticed, seemingly exhausted from the drive and wasn't as keen as he could've been.

"Sorry, thought you were someone else for a sec!" They said, putting on a smile. "Morning, welcome. Are you just driving through these parts?"

He shook his head, grabbing three burritos and not even glancing at them. "Movin' in, actually."

"Oh, really?" The news sent a spike of fear through them, but they didn't show it, they'd have to warn Maya and everyone else. Especially considering that this man looked… worryingly familiar. "Thought our town was so small no one knew about it."

They, and many others in the town, noticed one of the vacant houses had been bought and hoped for the best. Maybe a supernatural who'd come to hide, not realizing it was a haven for people like themself, or just a human who needed somewhere to go, away from civilization. Not… not someone who reminded the gas station owner of someone they never wanted to ever meet.

"Yeah. Why w- why I chose it," he responded, grabbing an iced coffee before walking up to the cashier. He set his items down on the counter.

They didn't want to pry further, but a name would be helpful to hopefully dispel any worries they had. Especially since they could see claw scars peeking out from the man's neck.

"So, what's your name?" They asked, scanning the items.

"Sialazar." He replied, not noticing the way the other visibly paled. "You?"

"It's, ah, I go by Cryptid." (Not the worst possible person Sialazar could've met first, but certainly not the best.)

"Really?"

He seemed amused by the answer as he paid for his items.

"Yeah, I know."

"Huh."

Sialazar stared at Cryptid for the longest time, and they hoped they didn't reveal their supernatural nature out of fear.

"...have a good day." He finally said, taking his food and leaving.

The van soon pulled away from the gas station, and Cryptid let out a shaky breath. They immediately pulled out their phone, calling the mayor.

"Hey, Maya, we have a problem. Capital P problem."

[saetoshis]

day 15,000,000 of missing noa

[shprka]

Hangster neighbours enemies to lovers au (no military) where Hangman just moved in next too Rooster and their first interaction ever is a disaster so they start of hating each other and then they continue to assume thr worst about each othet for months

Like idk, maybe the first time Hangman moves in he sees Rooster arguing with Mav who came around trying to talk and then hears Rooster punch a wall and scream through the wall. And thinks Bradley is a total prick with anger issues

Maybe the first time Rooster sees Hangman is in the morning when Hangman says goodbye to a pretty young girl brunette that he thinks is barely legal and thinks Hangman is a whore (it was just Jake's sister)

Then for the next months they develop a distaste for each other and judge each other's lives so hard

Jake has a cat that Beadley thinks he neglects bc she always sneaks in through their balconies to Bradley's apartment and begs for food (she's just a menace) and Jake is unhappy bc she gets fad bc he suspects Bradley gives her treats

Natasha comes over for a weekend and Bradley and her have a loud night getting drunk and Bradley sings really loudly and Jake can't sleep thr whole night. Also Bradley and Natasha drunk off their asses decide to spar or smth and all Jake hears is just moaning and grunting (from excerice) through his wall and he is about to go bang on his neighbour's door to scold him for having loud sex bc some people have jobs tomorrow. But doesnt and stews in his annoyance until morning and his whole day at work until he comes back seeing Bradley and Phoeanix who just woke up and totally hungover and decides to be an asshole and asks them Did they have fun last night? And Rooster if like, uh yeah...? Was it loud? Sorry but he'a not sorry at all and Natasha is just there laughing bc she guessed Jake thinks they were banging all night

Jake is really petty so he brings a hookup the very next night and bangs him next to what he knows is Bradley's bedroom wall (it's Jake's kitchen and he's petty like that). He make sure to moan super loud so obviously Bradley hears every little sound and is annoyed how turned on he is bc he didn't know Jake was bi (he's gay but bc Jake's 3 sisters are over so much Bradley just assumes theyre his gfs)

So they continue being antagonistic (with a lot of UST)

Until one day Bradley hears Jake on the balcony crying on the phone to his mom about something (idk what, maybe someone in the family died or had an accident) and Bradley feels bad and wants to talk to Jake but Jake gets defensive and angry and they have a screaming match and they end up explaining all the bad assumptions they had about each other were wrong so next day they decide to start over and slowly they become friendly then friends then lovers

[dragonmasterkaylz]

Wife of Poseidon

WARNING: Contains Smut, Rape & Brutal Murder. If you are sensitive to these topics or under the age of 18, don’t read. Also, if my interpretation of Poseidon is a little off, I do apologise. And he is a little (very) yandere in this. This also contains a character of my own making… so if you don’t like that, don’t read it.

Within Poseidon’s Palace, lives a beautiful woman with gorgeous blue hair that almost sparkled in the light. Her eyes matched the blue of the ocean and her body was so voluptuous, only wearing a white bodysuit with golden accents and pale blue jewels on her collar and her hips. Along with gloves and matching stockings, a sheer blue material connecting her outfit together and trailing behind her. Her name is Aquamarie and she was Poseidon’s Queen.

She was beyond beautiful in Poseidon’s eyes and the perfect Queen for him due to her Humility and Kindness. And no one was allowed to look directly at his Queen unless they wanted their head to leave their shoulders. The God wasn’t necessarily worried that another man would steal his Queen from him, especially since she had already pledged her loyalty to him and loved him unconditionally. He just didn’t want his beautiful wife to be tainted with another ones gaze, especially from his servants.

She walked down the Palace, and into the Throne Room, only to find a bunch of dead servants and her angry husband. ‘Oh dear! Isn’t it too early for this?! I only just woke up!!!’ She ran over to him and asked, “What happened?!!” He looked at his wife and gently stroked her cheek, making her blush and smile under his gentle touch. “They were tainting you with their with words of lust and perversion, thinking I wouldn’t hear them. Anyone who thinks like that about you must be taken out… no questions asked. Now, let’s leave… I wouldn’t want their blood to taint your loveliness”, he told her.

The other Gods believed that Poseidon was actually using Aquamarie more as his property than his actual wife. But the truth was far sweeter. She is the only woman that understands him, the only woman to love him for the brutal God he is, and the only woman he could love. Which is exactly the reason why he wouldn’t want anyone to taint her with their disgusting words, touch or even sight. This was just in his nature, to keep his wife from experiencing anything he deemed unworthy of her.

“Poseidon… you really must stop killing our servants though, or else you won’t have any left. Next time, just try throwing them in the dungeon”, she suggested. He hummed and asked, “Do you disagree with my methods?” She sighed and gently placed her hands on his chest before saying, “Of course not. But you should think about this logically. You cannot always resort to violence when things start to displease you.” He hummed and walked past her before saying, “You know I cannot do that my love. There are reasons for my titles, and I cannot throw that away by suddenly becoming merciful.”

Aquamarie stood next to him in silence and he looked at her before suddenly stopping in his tracks. “Hm…?” She stopped and turned back to look at him. His stance was almost as solid as rock, but she giggled when she saw the softness in his eyes… as well as the slight blush in his cheeks. She placed her arms around him and then kissed him gently. Poseidon closed his eyes and kissed her back, making every servant watch. He only had one weakness and that was the beautiful woman in his arms. No one would think that ‘The Most Fearsome God’ had a soft side and that’s because only his wife saw it. If anyone else did… they were killed.

“I’m sorry… I should’ve kissed you as soon as I saw you”, she said with blush coating her cheeks. He then whispered in her ear, “That’s going to cost you later, my beloved.” Then he held her hand and walked to the meeting room, where many other Olympian Gods and Goddesses were. Hermes bowed respectfully in their presence and then said, “Lady Aquamarie, I have tea and cakes laid out for you.” She smiled happily and said, “Thank you Hermes~!” And then she took her seat next to her husband before looking happily at her spread. “I see that your wife has a sweet tooth, brother!”, Zeus said with a smirk. “Hmph.” “Silent as ever I see.”

After the meeting was over, Poseidon walked out with his wife, who was still eating cake. “Hmm~, delicious~!” He looked at her and sighed before grabbing her chin, making her look at him. “You’re a messy eater…”, he said to her before licking her chin and then her lips. She blushed heavily and finished eating, before looking up at him. “Hm… not my first choice. But it’s not bad either”, he said to her before walking away. “H-Hey…! You can’t just do something like that and then walk away as if nothing happened!”, she protested. He chuckled at the claim she was making and then said, “Don’t dawdle then… come here if you want me to pleasure you but also punish you for not kissing me as soon as you woke up.”

Hours later, in the bedroom, Poseidon had his wife begging for mercy under his surprisingly gentle touch. He had already cum inside of her multiple times but he didn’t let her cum once, overstimulating her. Aquamarie begged and begged as he trusted into her while playing with her clit, making her scream out. He smirked and kissed her neck as he used his other hand to squeeze her breast. “M-My Lord… Poseidon~…! I’m begging you…!!! It won’t happen again…!!! Let me cum~…!!!”, she begged as she leaned her head back on his shoulder. Poseidon loved the fact that his wife was a masochist, but even he knew that she had her limits. She tried to stop herself, but she started to squirt into his hand. He smirked and whispered, “Don’t you dare… not until I finish inside of you again, my dearest.”

She screamed as she was put onto her hands and knees. He spanked her a few times, making sure red marks were present on her. Then he held her hips pretty hard, hoping bruises would form on her beautiful body. He leaned down and kissed her skin, leaving more and more markings on her. He wanted the entire world to know that she belonged to him and only him. She was his Queen, his Wife, his beloved and hopefully one day… the Mother of his children. “I want to breed you…”, he confessed. “Then please… breed me. I want your children~”, she responded before turning around so she could look at him. He kissed her and then said, “Cum with me, my love.” Poseidon grunted as he felt himself cum inside of her once more, but that was nothing compared to her screaming as she came. “POSEIDON~!!!”

Aquamarie fell on their bed as he pulled out of her and gently pulled her into his arms, kissing her head. A giggle escaped her lips and she kissed his cheek. “That was mean.” He smirked and then kissed her properly before saying, “But you deserved divine punishment for not kissing me this morning.” She cupped his cheeks and brought him down for another kiss, wrapping her arms around him. “Hmm… don’t tempt me to fuck you again.” “Hehe~. I won’t… I don’t think my hips can handle it…”, she replied. Poseidon rested her upon their bed and kissed her cheek. “Rest up, my love.” “I will.” As he exited the room, fully clothed, a few servants wanted to exact revenge on the God for his ruthless nature.

Poseidon sat on his throne, looking as bored as ever. His wife was sleeping, there were no more meetings for the day, so he felt as though he could just fall asleep then and there. He closed his eyes and smiled as he thought about his beloved Queen and their future children. But that was interrupted by Aquamarie’s scream. His eyes widened and he grabbed his Trident before heading straight to his bedroom, only to see a few of Aquamarie’s maids outside, attempting to get in. “Stand back!”, he ordered. Once they were out of the way, he kicked the door down, taking it off its hinges and walked in.

His eyes widened at what he saw. Three of his servants having their way with his defenceless wife. Her eyes almost had no colour in them as they fucked her from behind, fucked her mouth and took pleasure in the sight of Poseidon’s wife being violated by them. “You filthy bastards…!”, he said, his voice filled with rage as he pulled the one watching away from her and skewered him with his Trident, not killing him though. He then pointed the bloody Trident at the other two and shouted, “Get your filthy cocks away from my wife, this instant!!!” His orders were clear, but they were ignored.

Aquamarie then screamed as one of them grabbed her hair, pushing himself further inside, hurting her. Tears ran down her cheeks, which was the last straw for him. He grabbed the one violating her mouth and threw him against the wall, knocking him out. “I’m sorry my dear…”. And finally used the end of his Trident to push the other against the headboard, knocking him out as well. His wife then crawled up to him and hugged him. “I-I’m sorry…!!!” “Don’t you dare apologise… they’ll be receiving the worst punishment possible for this”, he whispered back to her. “Maids! Take care of my Queen and clean her up!” They obeyed immediately and two of them helped her stand up before placing a robe around her.

While the servants were being tortured, the maids cleaned her up, and then got her to rest in a hot spring just after her bath. “Is that all, my lady?”, one of them asked. “Yes… please tell Poseidon where I am. I want to see him.” “Of course. Please have a lovely rest”, the maid said before leaving. Tears ran down the Queens cheeks and she cried into her hands, as she felt as if she had betrayed her own husband. The maid walked down into the dungeons and approached Poseidon, bowing in the process. “My Lord… Queen Aquamarie would like to see you in the hot springs as soon as possible.” “Alright…”.

The Tyrant of the Seas was covered in blood, looking at the three servants who violated his beloved wife. They weren’t so much as allowed to look at her, so the crime they committed deserved a fate worse than death. “Call Hades and make sure these three are tortured in the Underworld for all eternity”, Poseidon said as he walked away. “Yes, my Lord.” The God showered himself and washed away the blood before heading towards the Hot Spring, which he only had in his Palace since Aquamarie loved the ones in Japan. He wasn’t too fond of humans, if anything he hated them. But he tolerated their customs, especially if his wife did.

Poseidon wasn’t surprised to see his wife crying on the side of the hot spring. He got in the water alongside her and gently pulled her into his arms. “I’m sorry…! I’m sorry!” He rubbed her back and said, “I told you not to apologise. You were asleep, tired and sore. They used that to their advantage… but I can assure you, that they’ve been punished for their actions.” She nodded, but that did not stop her from crying her heart out. Unlike most Gods and Goddesses, she did not have a heart of steel and was very gentle. He kissed her and placed a hand over heart, as if he wanted to heal it. “Hey… you’re still having my children”, he reminded her. She giggled and said, “Yes… Yes I am~.”

END