#y/n i really know the feeling that you can see him walking out from a photoshoot because he is indeed like always

[lifeasadorkwithnolife]

Jealously (Azriel x Reader)

Word count: 3200

Mor and the reader have a plan in place to make Azriel jealous, but it backfires instead.

               You sighed, resting your elbows on the kitchen counter and placing your face into your hands. “Mor- please, don’t start this.”

               “I’m not starting anything, Y/N.” Mor disagreed, stirring the tear in her mug with a spoon. “I think I’m finally ending this pining game that you are putting yourself through.”

               “I don’t pine.” You mumbled, hesitating before peeking through your fingers. Mor rolled her eyes, taking a sip. “Fine, fine. Maybe I do, but can you blame me? He is the perfect male.”

               “I don’t blame you, but I also don’t know what you see in him besides his looks.” Mor teased, reaching out and pulling your hand from your face. “I’m just kidding, and you’re beautiful, Y/N. Any male would be lucky to have you.”

               You gave her a small smile, feeling the blush start from your chest and snake its way to your cheeks. She laughed, grabbing your cheek and giving it a squeeze. “But seriously, my plan is perfect. Watch this.”

               “What do you mean?” You asked, but she gave you a look and leaned back down on the counter, stirring her tea.

               “I just really think you should shoot your shot.” Mor giggled, and Azriel walked into the room, not even looking between the two of you. “Maybe you should do it at Rita’s tonight, you know we always see him there.”

               “Mor-stop!” you blushed harder, slapping her and looking down. Azriel didn’t even stop as he strolled through the room and out the other door. “See I told you, he wouldn’t care.”

               Mor gave you a devious smile, “this plan has multiple parts my dear, planting the seed of jealously is only part one.”

               “I am not wearing this!” You screeched, looking in the mirror. You were wearing one of Mors signature red dresses, but the slit went so far up the leg you couldn’t even wear proper undergarments. “Seriously-no.”   

               “Seriously, yes.” Mor sat on her bed, her own dress on and hair done. “We are going to go out, have a good time, and maybe find you a new male to flirt with.”            

               You stared at yourself in the mirror, feeling ridiculous but also… hot. You turned, looking at yourself over your shoulder as Mor smiled from behind you, leaning back and crossing her long legs. “Are you sure?”   

               “Duh, lets go!” Mor grinned, hopping off the bed and grabbing her clutch and your arm. You tried to keep up with her quick pace, but in your heels that was never going to happen. You nearly fell, but caught yourself just in time for Azriel and Cassian to walk into the hallway.

               Their gazes landed on you, Cassians eyes grew wide and both males physically stopped in their tracks.  “Boys- don’t wait up for us, the adults are going out.”

               “Y/n!” Cassian whistled, causing you to turn a deep scarlet. “Have fun out there, where are you going?”

               “None of your business, this is a girls only event.” Mor teased, grabbing you and pushing past the two large males. Azriel’s eyes locked on yours for only a second before glancing away, no expression on his face. “But if you need to know- we’re going to Ritas!”

               You two arrived at Rita’s not too long after, grabbing a drink and sitting in a booth. You watched everyone dance around you, you never really did this with Mor, you were more of a reader, not a dancer. You sipped your drink, your eyes darting around nervously. “Soooo…is this a part of your plan too?”

               Mor sipped from her drink, finishing it off and setting it down. “Come on, lets dance!”

               “I don’t dance.” You argued, regretting leaving the house. This was so silly, this was not your scene.

               “Look who just showed up.” Mor grinned at you, raising an eyebrow. You turned, watching the dark figure walk in through the door. You were surprised, Azriel was here without being forced? That was a first. You smiled, going to wave at him but then realizing that he… someone was grabbing his arm, pulling him away and towards the bar. Not just someone, a beautiful fae with long blonde hair and a huge smile.

               Your heart fell into the pit of your stomach as you watched Azriel give her a small smile back, not pushing her away but instead following her to the bar. Your smile fell and you could feel a wave of nausea flowing through you. “Mor, he’s with someone.”

               She frowned, eyes squinting at the pair at the bar. She quickly picked up her drink and put the straw to your lips. “Take a drink and lets get your mind off him. He’ll be out of here before we know it.”

               You nodded, numbly grabbing the straw and sipping the rest of your drink and setting it down on the table. You followed Mor out to the dance floor, and after a few minutes of awkward swaying, you could feel the alcohol kick in and your nerves give way.

               “See, aren’t you having fun?” Mor laughed over the loud music and crowd, grabbing your hand and giving you a twirl. You spun easily, laughing as you felt the dizziness wash over you. You grabbed the clip from your hair, shaking out the loose waves that you had done before.

               “I think I am having fun actually.” You smiled at her, twirling her back. “Let’s get another drink!”

               You two made your way over to the bar, and you gave a big smile to the bartender as he poured you another drink. He slid it across the bar, leaning over and placing his hand on yours. “You come around here often?”

               “No, I definitely do not.” You laughed, not pulling your hand away and instead brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “What about you?”       

               “I do work here, so I would say so.” He retorted, a smirk on his face. You looked down in embarrassment, but his warm finger reached under your chin, forcing you to look up into his brown eyes. “What’s your name?”

               “Isn’t that a little personal?” You teased him, pushing his hand away playfully and grabbing your drink. You took a sip, looking up at him through your lashes. As you did so, your eyes drifted to the left, where you spotted Azriel and the girl sitting next to him.

               Azriel’s hands were clenched at the bar, his drink untouched. The girl next to him was still talking, but Azriel gave no inclination he was listening, his eyes boring into yours. Dark, dazzling, angry. “It’s just your name, doll.” The bartender stepped into your view of Azriel, giving you another dazzling smile. You physically had to shake your head, trying to get the thought of Azriel out of your mind. You were here to get over him!

               “Y/N.” You smiled, “I’m going to go dance, but I’ll be back.”

               “You better be.” The male winked at you, making you smile again as you found Mor again on the dance floor.

               You danced your heart out with Mor, swinging your hair around until you were covered in a light sheen of sweat. You laughed so hard your abs hurt, but your heart still felt a pang every time you saw her sitting at the bar with Az.

               Eventually the night came to an end, and you walked up the bar, Azriel and the girl had both left, you wonder if you would see her at home. The thought made you sick to your stomach. “It was nice meeting you.” You smiled at the male; he smiled back as you sat in one of the stools. He took a rag and was cleaning the inside of a glass when you spoke again. “I…I think you’re very attractive, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t think I am ready for any type of relationship, even one for the night.”

               He looked at you, nodding in understanding as he placed one glass down and picked up another. “I admire your honesty.” He answered, “I don’t know if I’m in the right place either for that type of relationship, Mor got me this job to help me move on from my past life…including my ex. I’ve been trying to do things the right way.”

               You nodded, and he sighed, looking around. “Speaking of her- where is she?”

               “I think she left.” You replied, “She was talking to someone, and I think I saw them walk out only a few minutes ago.”           

               “Figures.” He snorted, placing down the last glass and looking around. “I can’t let you go home alone, grab your coat, I’ll Walk you.”

               “I’m really fine.” You laughed, grabbing your coat and putting it on. “I can defend myself pretty alright.”

               “Oh I’m sure.” The male chucked, grabbing his coat from under the bar and shrugging it on. “I’ve heard the stories about you, I heard a rumor that you once killed someone with just one finger.”

               You laughed out loud, bending over to contain to hold your stomach. He turned off the light, chuckling to himself as you both made your way to the door. “I totally did not do that.”

               “I don’t know- It did sound like a pretty convincing rumor.” He teased, you were met with the cold blast of air outside and the earliest signs of dawn in the sky. You heard the door lock, and he turned back to look at you. “I heard one minute the guy was standing, and the next, you were standing over him, finger in the air.”

               “Oh shush!” You pushed him, laughing again. “What finger was it? I need to know.”

               “That’s the best part.” He grinned down at you. He leaned down towards you, his lips coming close to your ear. “Your pinky.”

               You pushed him away, smiling and blushing. “No way!” you pushed your hair back from your face again, a grin on your face as you looked up at the male. In the light, you could see his sharp cheekbones and pointed ears, and the boyish blonde hair that was neatly combed on his head. “Thank you, for tonight. The drinks were great, and I had a lot of fun.”

               “I can seriously walk you home.” He offered, pointing in either direction. “What way are you?”

               “Seriously- I can do it.”  

               “I can’t let you walk home alone.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, “now are we going left or right?”

               “That won’t be necessary.” A gruff voice replied, you jumped, turning and watching Azriel come out the alleyway.

               The male immediately took three steps back from you, looking between you and the shadowsinger. “Got it, I’ll…I’ll see you next time, Y/N?”

               “Of course.” You smiled at him, giving the male a small wave as he quickly walked down the alley. Once he was out of eyesight, your eyes turned to glare at Azriel. “What was that for?”

               “You said no, he didn’t respect that.” Azriel said flatly, “Let’s go home.”

               “I don’t need to be walked home!” You angrily stomped, arms flying to your chest in annoyance. “And why did you have to be so mean? He was nice and just wanted to make sure I got home safe!”

               “I can make sure you get home safe, Y/N.” Azriel rolled his eyes, his shadows moving around his frame. His wings were tall and spread, blocking the view of the alley behind him. “And, let’s be honest Y/N, you would be protecting him more than him protecting you. That male was useless.”

               “Us-Useless?” You raised your eyebrows, “Okay Mr. Judgemental, thank you for your opinion that I did not ask for. He was fine, he was great actually, thank you.”

               “Oh really?” Azriel’s eyebrow rose, “You met him while he was bartending at Ritas, what do you know about him that makes him great?”

               “He makes good drinks!” You shouted, angrily balling up your fists and bringing them to your side. “And…And he was nice! And honest!”

               “Oh honest hm?” Azriel rolled his eyes again. “let’s go home Y/N.”

               “I’m not walking home with you.” You seethed, trying to walk past him but he held out his arm. “Get out of my way.”

               “He wasn’t the type of male you want, Y/N.” Azriel moved, stepping in front of you and looking down. “His family has a history of being abusive towards females, you could do better.”

               You froze, eyes narrowing as you looked up at him. “How would you know that? And how is that any of your business?”

               “I make it my business to know the males that you make company with.” Azriel’s eyes grew darker, and he moved out of your way. “Let’s go home.”

               “What type of male should I look for then?” You countered, crossing your arms again and leaning, one hip out. You could feel the cold air on the slit on your dress, but maybe it was your anger, but you didn’t care. “Tell me, what kind of male should I look for?”

               “Not someone like him!” Azriel’s hand flew in the direction that the other male had walked off, “You need someone who can protect you at the very least!”

               “Oh protect me?” You laughed, you started to walk past him, slightly pushing him. “Get a hold of yourself, I can protect myself just fine.”

               “Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should have to!” Azriel countered, grabbing your arm and pulling you back to look at him. “You need someone that has your back, someone that will always take your side.”

               “or maybe I need someone nice.” You replied, trying to rip your grasp from him. “Nice and honest.”

               “You don’t want nice, you don’t care about nice.” Azriel’s eye darkened, you could feel his shadows moving around his arms.

               “Tell me what I need then.” You ripped your arm away from him. “Since you seem to know it all, just spit it out already.”

               “You need someone that will fight for you, someone that would wait for you, someone that would kill for you or do anything you wished. Someone who would fly across the the fucking courts just to be able to see you.” Azriel seemed out of breath, his eyes boring into yours with intensity.

               You stared back at him, eyes narrowing and a frown forming on your lips. You thought of the girl he was with, at the bar, and felt your heart drop back into your stomach. “So you’re saying I need someone like Cassian?”

               Azriel’s eyes went wide, and he backed up a few steps, running his hands through his hair. “Do you…do you feel for Cassian like that?”

               “Of course not!” You shouted, crossing your arms. “I just have no idea who else you could be referring to-“

               “Me!” Azriel shouted, pointing towards himself. “I am referring to me!”

               “You don’t mean that.” You whispered, your hands started to shake slightly.

               “I do mean that.” Azriel replied, his scarred hands coming back to his sides as he stared at you. “I had a hard enough time watching you with that useless male, please do not make me watch you and Cassian.”

               You stared at him, a million thoughts racing through your head at once. There was no way, Azriel..Azriel was with that girl.         “Who were you with tonight?” You placed your hand on your hip, trying to ease the shake. “You two seemed awfully close.”

               “I don’t even know who she was.” Azriel rolled his eyes, “I was outside Rita’s for nearly an hour before she grabbed my arm and told me that she was a friend of Mors and brought me inside.”

               “Why did you go to Ritas?” You countered, and he looked around, shrugging almost like he was embarrassed.

               “I…fuck Y/N.” Azriel grabbed the bridge of his nose again, “Mor had told you to shoot your shot, then you’re putting on this scrap of fabric and telling everyone you’re going to Rita’s, of course I’m going to go.”

               You stared at him, the sun was beginning to rise behind him, casting him in a glow. “You… you were jealous?”

               “Yes, I was jealous.” Azriel growled, “I wanted to rip that males hands off when he touched you.” Your heart pounded in your chest as Azriel glared at you, he still seemed angry. “When you first came out here, I thought you were going to go home with him. I think I might have actually killed him.”

“I was jealous too.” You admitted, slowly walking the few steps over to him so you could look up at him. “When I saw you with that that girl… and she was touching you, and she was so beautiful, I thought I would be sick.”

               His eyes shone with honesty and a bit of emotion that you had never seen from him before, vulnerability. “I don’t think I looked at her.” He whispered, his hand slowly moving to tuck the piece of hair that fell in front of your ear. “I just spent the whole night wishing I could dance with you like Mor was, or flirting with you as easily as that male was.”

               You grabbed his hand, feeling his calloused one under your own. “I don’t ever want to feel that way again Az.” You whispered, and he nodded. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted another male, I compare- I compare them all to you.”

               “As do I.” He replied, leaning his head down slowly. You could feel the words he spoke on your lips, “You were the only one made for me.”

               His lips met yours, slowly and deliberately, and you didn’t pull away from the kiss until you needed to get some air. Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you couldn’t help the blush that spread from your neck to your face.

               “I’ve been waiting for you to blush like that for me.” Azriel teased, using a thumb and stroking your face. “Now, let me walk you home.”

               While you and Azriel spent the day making up for lost time, Mor got out of the house and went back to Ritas. She smiled at her old friend Jason, who placed a water in front of her and smiled back.

               “That little plan of yours almost got me killed, you know.” Jason grabbed a towel, cleaning a glass as he normally did when making conversation. “Who was the girl you had come in with Azriel?”

               “Someone else who owed me a favor.” Mor smiled, sipping on her drink.

               “Well…did the plan work?” Jason asked, setting the cup down.   

               “Unfortunately, I think it worked too well.” Mor scrunched up her face in disgust. “They were at it all night long.”

[bernardsbendystraws]

You Don’t Own Me

P1 P2 P3 P4 P5 P6 P7 P8

Chris Sturniolo lives by his own rules, refusing to be controlled. Some see him as a rebel, a troublemaker—but is that the full truth? Meanwhile, Y/N is focused on making the most of her last year of high school, determined to have a normal teenage experience. But when their worlds collide, they realize they may have more in common than they ever expected.

WARNINGS: Mentions of family death

A/N: I love Matt but I hate Matt but like ???

With love and big tits, Rose

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P8: Don't

wc: 2400+

Part of me is begging for Matt to walk in through that door—tear me away from this horrid tension as Chris stares down at me with his arms crossed over his chest. But he doesn’t. The door stays deathly still, the entire room falling into an uncomfortable silence as I sit up straighter on the couch. 

“Why’re you in my house, hm?” he questions, cocking an eyebrow at me as he stalks closer. He lazily plops down on the opposite side of the couch, petting Trevor as the dog curls into a ball between us, “-and why’re you telling my dog you need to piss?” 

“Why are you eavesdropping?” I huff, shaking my head and keeping my eyes set infront of me while standing up and walking down to the bathroom.

How long was he standing there? 

What did he hear? 

I do my business quickly. I take a deep breath, sighing and looking at my reflection in the mirror. God, I look tired—drained, even. 

Walking back into the living room, I see Chris nearly completely sprawled out on the couch. His arm crossed beneath his head, his legs extended but slightly bent—leaving the smallest amount of room for me to sit back down. 

“Trev went to keep my dad company,” he says. I nod while sitting stiffly in the open space. Of course he had to sprawl out—make this entire situation even more uncomfortable. 

“-and, I wasn’t eavesdropping. It’s hard not to hear when you’re yapping so damn loud. In my house, with my dad. Fuckin’ weird if you ask me.” 

His tone is almost bitter—a certain sharpness to his words that felt a little different than his usual insults or remarks. 

“Shut up, Chris,” I breathe, rolling my eyes as I stare around the living room. The only light seeping in through the curtain is that damn streetlight—flickering and blinking on the verge of its life. 

What’s taking Matt so long? 

“Hey, don’t take your shitty date out on me, I didn’t do anything–”

“Really?” I cut off, staring at him with squinted eyes. 

Chris shrugs, his tongue prodding from the inside of his cheek. “Sorry. I guess I’m just upset that you’re in my house, talking to my dad. Don’t you have anyone else to talk to?” he snorts. 

As his eyes gaze into mine, I feel my face fall. “Not really.” 

The statement makes his glare soften to an unreadable expression. He clears his throat, adjusting and sitting up further. He almost looks… sorry?

“Do you know when Matt will be back?” I ask, tapping my foot on the floor as I look towards the front door. 

“I have his location, but my phone is in my room,” Chris announces, his eyes glazed over while he stares at his lap. 

My hands rub together as I hesitantly look over at him. “Can we… can we go look, maybe?” I offer.

Chris nods, his bottom lip stuck between his teeth as he nudges his head for me to follow. I get up, following his steps as we make the familiar path towards his room, my feet stumbling to a halt as I hover in the doorway. 

He rummages towards his nightstand, holding up his phone attached to a charger. His face creases as he looks over at me. “It’s dead. You can, uh—you can sit if you want to.” 

I hesitantly shift further into the room, sitting on the edge of the bed while looking towards my hands. I can feel the rummaging thoughts piling over top of one another, the sensation of panic settling in as the silence consumes the room. 

“Why do you look so nervous, damn,” he laughs, sitting down on his bed with his back resting against the headboard.

I shrug, sucking my lips between my teeth while briefly shaking my head. “Because,” I trail off, sighing as I feel him stare at me, waiting for a response, “-you’re just… I don’t know—you, ugh.” 

Chris shifts, his feet tapping on the floor as he sits on the edge of the bed next to me. “I’m just what?” he taunts. 

My mouth opens to respond, but my face tilts as I see a bright illumination from his phone screen—not the display when the device wakes up after being dead. 

“I thought your phone was dead?” I question. His eyes bulge. He shakes his head, leaning over and turning the device face down. What the fuck? “What am I in here, Chris? What—what games are you playing now?” 

Chris scratches the back of his neck. His eyes wander everywhere around the room, avoiding my gaze at all cost. 

“Whatever,” I huff, starting to stand up. 

My actions are halted by a warm hand landing over my thigh. I look down, seeing his fingers spread with a rough grip, softening as he sighs. “I—just—fuck,” he curses, removing his hand as if it had been burned. 

The thump of my pulse gets quieter. I analyze his face, watching as his jaw clicks tighter. Some part of me seems to soften. I reach out, hesitating as I hold my hand above his shoulder before laying it gently on him. 

“What’s going on? I’m not mad, I’m just…” I shake my head, looking into his eyes as I try to take a deep breath, “-confused.” 

Chris licks over his lips, his hand rubbing over his face as he slumps down and stares at his lap. “I… I wanted to, um—well, I—fuck, this is so hard,” he hisses. 

I watch as he tugs at the roots of his hair, hunching over and placing his elbows on his knees. I let my hand slide down, gently rubbing on his back. He’s been a real dick, but something about him makes everything seem so hazy, like I can never really tell what his true intentions are. 

He was hurt—brutally hurt. And I could understand that more than I wanted to. I knew how it felt to lose someone and have everything change. 

“I don’t know how to even explain—”

“Then don’t,” I interrupt. 

Chris stares at me over his shoulder. His lips press into a thin line, his eyes squinting as if he’s in pain. “Why are you not mad?” he asks. 

I shrug. My eyes drift to his window before tracing back to his face. “I can see you’re trying. Even though whatever is going on seems hard for you… you’re trying,” I answer. 

“Not hard enough,” he snorts, sitting up. 

My hand falls from his back. I hesitantly place it back into my lap, staring at my fingers as I nervously fiddle with them. “Maybe ‘cause you’re not giving yourself any credit.” 

The pointed statement seems to make the silence sink in once more, but this time, it doesn’t feel awkward. It feels calm—peaceful, even. Like he’s letting my words wash over him. 

He lets himself hunch over once more, his hands knotting through his hair aggressively. I wince hearing him hiss as his fingers get stuck in a tangle, my hands shooting up before I can stop myself. 

“What are you doing—”

Chris falls silent, uncomfortably tilting his head as I try to drift my fingers through the knot. “Just let me help.” 

The hair is stubborn. It probably wouldn’t be so knotted if he wasn’t yanking at it so harshly.

“Just…” I huff, “-just lay down. It’ll be easier.” 

He goes stiff, slowly relaxing as his head falls into my lap. I slowly start from the bottom of the knot, working my way towards his scalp. His hair is soft despite the tangle. 

“Chris?” I whisper, my hands clutching towards my chest as I wait for him to move.

But he doesn’t. The only movement is his shoulders sliding up and down with deep breaths. He’s asleep—his head cradled in my lap as I sit on the edge of the bed. 

My eyes start to droop, my hands guiding back into his hair as I brush through the soft strands. Every breath starts to get deeper. I feel myself leaning forward and to the side, crossing my free arm under my head as I rest on his shoulder. 

I like this side of him. I just wish I got to see it more. 

___

“-wake up, c’mon,” 

Peeping one eye open, I see Matt standing in front of me, his hand gently shaking my shoulder. I look down to see Chris in the same position. 

“I’ll take you home, sorry,” Matt whispers, nudging his head towards the door as he walks out. 

What time is it even? 

My body shifts slowly as I move him to lay on the bed. A frown crawls on my face as I watch Chris’s face furrow, his hands grasping onto the sheets as if he’s looking for something. 

I reach out, petting my hand over his cheek and watching him relax once more. His lips puff open with a subtle snore. Hazily, I stand up, analyzing his face as I creep backward. 

“Ready?” Matt asks, looking up from his phone with a shit-eating grin. 

I nod, squinting my eyes with a smile as I wiggle my brows. He blushes, tucking his phone back in his pocket before stalking further with quiet steps. 

As soon as we step out the door, he hands me his phone. I look down at the screen, my eyes going wide as a smile covers my face. It’s a picture—him and Mia, her lips pecking his cheek as he smiles towards the camera. She seems to be holding the phone, her nose crinkled upward and smushed against his cheek. 

That’s adorable. 

“Oh my god! See—you didn’t need me,” I laugh, slapping his phone back into his chest. 

Matt slips the device back into his pocket, walking by my side as we stroll down the path back to my house. “I know, but—thank you. I know you didn’t exactly wanna go,” he remarks. 

Do I tell him? I had already vented to Jimmy. There was no point in spoiling his night with my shitty experience. 

“Is this why you woke me up? Wanted to brag, hm?” I taunt, bumping into his shoulder playfully. 

The quiet neighborhood is deathly calm, but I can feel his excitement radiating off his energy. He’s so giddy—it’s relieving. 

At least it was worth that dumb fucking date.

“I did wanna tell you, I’m not gonna lie,” he mentions, laughing as we turn down the corner to my street, “-but, I also wanted to make sure you got home and your mom wouldn’t be mad or anything, I guess. Or that you wouldn’t have to spend the night with fuckin’ Chris again.”

The scoff in his tone pokes at something in my chest, a sharp sensation flooding over me as I mutter beneath my breath, “It’s not like it’s bad. He was actually being—”

“Don’t.” Matt says. 

My steps halt on the pavement. I look up to Matt, watching him stop and stare back at me with a sigh falling from his lips. 

“Look,” he starts, tugging on my sleeve as we continue walking again, “-I’m saying this as your friend. Chris… he’s not ready for this type of stuff. You—you’re only gonna end up hurt, okay? Just… don’t.” 

Oh. 

My tired eyes flutter with fast blinks. Maybe it was the exhaustion—maybe it was because the air felt too cold blowing into my eyes, but I could feel the heat rush upward, my vision becoming blurry as I blink away tears.

“I’m not… I—I don’t know what’s going on. He just seems so…”

“Lost? Lonely?” Matt fills in. 

I nod, pulling at my clothes as my nose starts to twitch from the cold wind. 

“Chris… he just—he hasn’t coped well, you know? Losing our mom was hard, but our brother–-Nick—that… he can’t look at me anymore. He can barely look at himself,” Matt sighs. 

The lump in my throat is uncomfortable. I swallow thickly, wincing as I feel it glide down into my chest and create a distracting pressure. “I’m confused. What do you—what do you mean?” I ask. 

I feel the energy shift before any words escape his mouth. Everything seems to get eerily quiet, the comforting silence gaining tension as curiosity rings through the air. 

“Nick, our brother. We, um—we’re triplets, or… were? I just… Chris was the most dependant, “ he huffs, laughing dryly, “He was the only one to never be away from one of us for 24 hours, the kid literally couldn’t go a day without saying goodnight to both of us and—”

Matt chokes up on his words. He sniffles, shaking his head furiously while looking down at his feet as we walk slower. “I thought he’d rely on me after everything. But, we’re triplets—identical. He—he couldn’t even look at me without—” 

I place my hand on his shoulder as his sentence falls flat. Matt takes a deep breath, sighing as he places his hand over mine, pulling it towards his chest while holding it tightly. 

“Listen to me,” my ears perk at his words, his eyes looking into mine with raw emotion, “-don’t. He’s not ready, he’s…”

“I get it,” I interrupt, watching as Matt nods, slowly dropping my hand. He stays put as I walk up the two cement stairs to the entrance of my house. 

I pull out my keys, inserting them slowly into the keyhole of my front door, gently pushing it open before giving him one last look over my shoulder. “Thanks,” I mouth, trying to be as silent as possible as I hear the dark home echo with the slightest whisper. 

“Thank you,” he whispers back, nodding affirmatively before turning on the heel of his shoe, walking away as I shut the door. 

It shouldn’t hurt. Chris was more mean to me than anything else. In fact, I’d never even had him truly apologize—not with his words. 

But I didn’t really crave an apology.

I just want to understand.

[snowysosturn]

Fire & Desire - Matt Sturniolo Part 21

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22

Pairing: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Y/n has always clashed with Matt. Despite working for Chris’s clothing brand and being close with Nick, her relationship with Matt has always been tense at best. While being forced to be around each other more, their animosity turns into something deeper. Can they overcome their differences, or will their fiery emotions tear them apart?

Warnings: Angst, tension, arguments, hurt.

Nick and I stand there, frozen.

My stomach drops to my ass.

Christina is in Matt’s bed.

Fast asleep, wrapped up in his sheets like she belongs there. It reminds me of when I stayed in his bed in the house.

How could he allow her to do the same.

I feel Nick tense beside me, he's silent but I can almost hear the cogs turning in his mind, like he’s piecing together the same horrifying realization I am.

Then the ensuite door swings open.

And out walks Matt.

Messy hair. Shirtless. Sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Looks like she helped him out last night instead.

The second he looks up, our eyes meet.

And everything inside me stops.

Nick moves first, he could never be silent for that long. “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

Matt’s mouth parts slightly, but Nick doesn’t give him the chance.

“Seriously?” he seethes, stepping forward. His voice is a dangerous mix of betrayal and anger. “You fucking lied to me. To her.” His arm motions toward me, but I can’t move. I can’t even breathe.

Matt tries to speak.

But Nick gives him no mercy.

“I don’t wanna hear it!” he snaps, his voice rising. “I don’t wanna hear a single fucking word come out of your mouth right now.”

Matt’s face hardens, but he stays silent.

Nick scoffs. “You had one thing to prove, Matt. That you meant it this time.” He shakes his head. “And you couldn’t even do that.”

I can’t stand here anymore.

I need to be in my room. So I turn and leave the room.

Not fast. Not slow. I honestly feel like I'm floating.

I can hear Nick’s voice from down the hall, and he's not letting up easy.

“You either care about her or you don’t, Matt.” His words cut through the thick, suffocating silence.

“So which is it?”

I don’t hear Matt’s answer.

Because I don’t think I could handle it.

Nick’s POV

Y/n turns and walks away, and I don’t blame her.

I watch her go, watch the way her arms wrap around herself like she’s holding herself together, like she has to hold herself together because Matt sure as fuck won’t.

But I’m not done.

Not even close.

I turn back to Matt, still standing there like a fucking idiot, like he’s the one blindsided.

“You’ve gotta be fucking joking.” I breathe, the disbelief thick in my voice.

Matt doesn’t even try to defend himself.

Maybe he knows there’s no excuse.

Maybe he just doesn’t have one.

Matt motions me out of the bedroom before closing the door behind him, the two of us stood in the hallway.

“What, I might wake your precious Christina?” I sneer, pointing at the door. “Wouldn’t wanna interrupt her beauty sleep, huh?”

Matt exhales sharply. “It’s not like that.”

I laugh. “Oh, really? Because from where I’m standing, it looks exactly like that.”

He shakes his head, but I don’t soften.

“I’m so disgusted with you.” I shutter. “I thought you would be real this time. That if you were serious about Y/n, you’d to fucking act like it.”

Matt clenches his jaw. “Nick-”

“And what do you do?” I cut him off. “You self sabotage. Again. Like you always fucking do. Because you never know how to handle something real.”

Matt’s eyes darken.

I don’t care.

I take another step forward. “And Y/n?” I point a finger toward the door she just walked toward. “She’s the realest thing you’re ever gonna get. And you know that.”

He drops his gaze for a second, but it’s long enough for me to see it.

Guilt.

Good.

“You know it” I repeat, voice quieter but my tone stays the same. “And you just threw it away.”

Matt opens his mouth, but before he can get a word out, a door behind me swings open.

“Jesus Christ” Chris groans, stepping into the hall. He looks half asleep, rubbing a hand over his eyes. “Can you two shut the fuck up? Rachel’s asleep in my room.”

I whip around. “Oh, of course she is!” I snap. “So what, you’ve got a girl in your bed too?”

Chris blinks at me, like he wasn’t expecting that reaction. “What?”

I throw my hands up.  “Seriously, who the fuck thought it’d be a good idea to bring girls out here?” 

I don’t care who hears me.

I don’t care if I wake up the entire goddamn villa.

Chris shrugs, unfazed. “I did?” looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.

“The fuck are you freaking out about?” he scoffs. “I like Rachel, so I flew her out. I can do that, you know.”

I laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “Oh yeah? And you think that was a good fucking idea?”

Chris crosses his arms. “Why the fuck wouldn’t it be?”

“Because look at what you just caused!” I snap, throwing a hand back toward Matt’s door. “You might not have been the fire, but you sure as fuck were the fuel.”

Chris rolls his eyes. “You’re being dramatic.”

“No, I’m being real.” I hiss, stepping closer. “I want them out. Within the next two hours. I don’t give a fuck what needs to be done. I want them gone.”

Chris’ expression hardens. “That’s unfair.”

I shake my head. “Unfair?” I scoff. “You wanna talk about unfair? Y/n spent this whole trip thinking her and Matt were finally on the same fucking page, and now she walks in to find Christina, of all fucking people, in his bed? And you wanna stand there and act like I’m being unfair?

Chris opens his mouth, as Matt stands awkwardly next to me.

Chris locks eyes with him.

“Wait, what?” Chris’s brow furrows. “She’s in your bed?”

Matt still doesn’t say a word.

Chris shakes his head, exhaling sharply. “Jesus Christ, man.”

I shake my head in complete disgust, looking between the two of them.

“The two of you are fucking idiots” I say, my voice filled with nothing but disappointment. “Absolute fucking idiots.”

Chris exhales sharply, rubbing a hand down his face, while Matt just stands there, still not saying a goddamn word.

I don’t have the patience for this. Not right now.

Without another word, I turn on my heel and storm down the hallway, heading straight for Y/n’s room on the other side of the villa. My blood is boiling, not just at Matt but at Chris too. They both fucked up, and they both know it.

As I walk away, I hear Chris let out a frustrated sigh before opening his door and stepping into his room.

Matt?

I don’t hear him move at all.

I get to Y/n’s room and try the handle, but the door doesn’t budge. It’s locked.

I sigh, knocking gently. “Y/n, it’s just me.”

A few seconds pass, and then I hear the soft click of the lock. The door opens, and there she is, completely wrecked, her eyes red and swollen, tears streaming down her face. My chest tightens at the sight of her.

“Ah no Y/n.” I mutter, stepping in without hesitation.

Before she can say a word, I pull her into me, wrapping my arms around her tightly. The second she buries her face into my chest, she breaks, her sobs shaking her whole body. I squeeze her tighter, resting my chin on the top of her head.

“He’s an idiot” I tell her. “A fucking idiot.”

She doesn’t respond, just keeps crying, and I hold her through it.

After a minute, I guide her over to the bed, and we settle in. She wipes at her face, sniffling, and I wait, letting her take her time.

Finally, I ask, “What happened last night?”

Y/n takes a deep breath, wiping at her damp cheeks before finally looking up at me. Her voice is quiet, shaky.

“It was fine at first” she starts. “Obviously I was so happy for you, then you’s got up and left after Chris did.” She trails off, taking another breath.

“Then Chris came back with them.”

I already know exactly who she means.

“Christina and Rachel” I say, and she nods, pressing her lips together like even saying the name makes her sick.

“Chris kinda insinuated to Matt about them two catching up.. Nate and I felt awkward, so we went and did two shots and when we came back Matt and Chris were gone, it was just Rachel and Christina in the booth.” She says, staring blankly across the room.

“I mean, I knew things had happened between them before, but Matt told me.. he told me he hadn’t been with anyone since..” She pauses, blinking rapidly, like she’s trying to stop fresh tears from falling. “Since that night in the house. And Vegas was after that, so I didn’t think, I hoped, nothing happened. But the second she started talking, I just knew.”

She clenches her fists in her lap, shaking her head.

“She was smug. She kept making these little comments, insinuating that they were a thing. And when I asked her outright how Vegas was, she just smirked and said “WhAt HaPpEnS iN vEgAs StAyS iN vEgas.”

My jaw tightens.

“That was it for me” she says. “I didn’t want to be there anymore. I knew if I stayed, I’d just get more upset, and I didn’t want to make a scene. I just needed to leave.”

She looks at me with tired, blood shot eyes.

“Nate asked if I was okay, and I told him it was just a weird situation, but.. the truth is, it wasn’t just weird. It hurt.” She pauses. “I don’t think anything happened in Vegas.. Well, I didn’t. But the fact that she’s still here, still acting like she has some claim over him, and the fact that he-” Her voice breaks, and she swallows hard before continuing. “That he let it happen? That he didn’t even try to stop it? It just made me feel like a fool.”

I shake my head, anger building in my chest.

“You’re not a fool.” I tell her firmly. “He is.”

She gives me a weak smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes.

“Me and Nate ended up leaving then, he didn’t want to stay either” she says. “I didn’t even say goodbye to Matt, but at that point, I didn’t care. I just wanted to be away from it all.”

I nod. “Was anything said at all?”

She sighs. “Nope, when we got back to the villa. I checked my phone, hoping stupidly that maybe Matt had messaged me. I know he’d seen I left. I just hoped that he’d care.”

Her voice wavers on those last two words, and I clench my fists.

“But there was nothing” she whispers. “Not a single message. Not a bit of concern. And I just, got so angry because I knew why I was angry. Because I care. Because I have feelings for him.”

She blinks, a single tear slipping down her cheek.

“So I turned my phone off and went to bed, hoping that if I slept, the night would be over faster.”

I take a deep breath, letting everything she just told me sink in. I already was mad, but now? Now I’m fucking fuming.

I run a hand through my hair, shaking my head. “I'm going to say it again, but Matt’s a fucking idiot” I mutter.

She lets out a small, sad laugh. “Yeah. He is.”

I pull her in again, letting her rest against me.

I let out a deep sigh, rubbing my face. “I feel awful for not being there for you last night” I admit, my voice heavy with guilt.

Y/n immediately shakes her head. “No, don’t feel bad. You didn’t do anything wrong. You were living your life which you deserve, you were oblivious to everything.” She sniffles.

I lean my head back against the headboard, exhaling sharply. “Well, this whole situation has officially shocked me into being completely sober.”

That earns a small giggle from her, and I smile, relieved to see even the tiniest bit of light return to her eyes.

I tilt my head, looking at her. “Do you want me to stay in here for a bit?”

She hesitates for a second before shaking her head. “No, I think I’d like to be on my own for a little while.”

I nod, respecting her space. “Okay. But if you need anything, I mean it, Y/n, just come get me. I don’t care what time it is.”

She gives me a grateful smile. “Thanks, Nick.”

I squeeze her hand one last time before getting up, heading for the door. Before I step out, I glance back at her, still curled up in bed, her eyes staring off at nothing.

I want to fix this for her. I want to fix Matt. But for now, the only thing I can do is be here for her.

So I leave her room, closing the door gently behind me, and head to my own.

Y/n’s POV

I drag myself off of my bed to  push open the balcony door, letting the early morning air into my room. I feel like I’m suffocating in here, like the walls are closing in on me.

I crawl back into bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling nothing and everything all at once. Numbness settles over me, and I let it. I don’t know how long I lie there, my mind running in endless circles, but it must be at least an hour.

Then, faintly, I hear voices outside on the patio. My ears perk up at the low tones, one voice sharper than the other.

Nate and Chris.

I don’t move, barely breathing as I listen.

Nate’s voice is quiet, laced with disbelief. “I just don’t get it, man.”

Chris sighs. “What?”

“This whole thing. I came home with Y/n last night, and I thought-” He pauses, like he’s still processing it. “I thought Matt was different with her. That he actually gave a shit.”

Chris exhales, and I hear the scrape of a chair moving. “I don’t know what the fuck is going if I’m honest.”

Then followed by a pause.

“The girls are leaving soon” Chris says after a moment, his voice more certain. “I told them they have to go.”

Girls? So that means Rachel is in the villa, too.

I close my eyes, pressing my fingers into my temples. The thoughts of the four of them being in that booth all night. It’s not the four it should’ve been.

“Good” Nate finally says, though his voice is distant, still caught up in his thoughts. “That’s good.”

Neither of them says anything after that, just the occasional sound of movement. I don’t know what to do with any of this. Do I go back to sleep and pretend I didn’t hear? Do I stay curled up in bed and wait for them to leave?

I don’t know.

All I do know is that I don’t want to feel like this anymore.

I swallow the lump in my throat as I hear the girls voices outside, light and carefree, like they have no idea the storm they’ve left behind.

They laugh, saying their goodbyes, talking about how much fun they had. Christina’s voice is the loudest, going on about how this trip is "so needed." Rachel thanks Chris for having them over last night, her tone full of gratitude, like this was just some casual getaway and not the disaster it turned into.

“We’ll let you know when we’re back at our hotel” Rachel says smoothly.

Chris responds almost too casually, “Yeah, do that. Hopefully, we can meet later. One on one.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling the sting in my chest. Of course. Of course, he’s already setting up another meetup, like none of this meant anything. Like bringing them here, ruining everything, was just some minor inconvenience.

How long are they even here for?

I hear the shuffle of movement. I hear Christina giggle, making some passing comment about how wild the night was, and then the sound of the front door closing.

They’re gone.

But the mess they left behind? That’s still here.

I should feel relieved, but all I feel is exhausted.

I don’t move from my bed for the rest of the day. Not for food, not for water. I just lie there, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of everything settle over me. My mind replays every moment, every touch, every look, every promise Matt ever gave me.

Was it all fake?

Did he ever mean any of it?

Or was his plan to play with me all along?

I feel stupid. Completely and utterly stupid. I let myself believe in something real. I let myself believe in him. And now, I’m left here, in this bed, in this villa, drowning in the realization that I was just another girl to him. Another meaningless moment in his never ending cycle of self sabotage.

Tears well up in my eyes, but I don’t let them fall. I’ve cried enough.

Instead, I just lay here. Empty.

Four more days in this place. Four more days of agony, of being in the same space as Matt, of pretending I don’t care when it’s eating me alive. Within the last 10 days, everything felt different, full of excitement, possibility. Now, it feels like I’m trapped in a nightmare I can’t wake up from.

It’s confusing. All of it. The way he looked at me before, the way he made me feel like I mattered. And now? Now he’s just another person who’s shown me that words mean nothing. That promises are empty.

But one thing is clear.

I don’t want to speak to Matt again.

a/n : GET HIM NICK GET HIM (dw any questions you may have will be answered)

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[jazzy96scorpio]

Heavy Sets

Description: Gym crush? More like gym smash. When [You] and Pedro Pascal meet, it's less about the reps and more about the raw, undeniable heat between you. Prepare for some seriously sweaty moments.

So, grab a cold drink, get comfy, and get ready for a wild ride. You've been warned! 😉

Pairing: You / Pedro Pascal

Warnings ⚠️: Adult Content, Minors do not interact, dirty and flirty talk, oral sex (m. rec), unprotected sex, rough sex, cream pie, SMUT, age and look of reader is not described.

Word count: 1,680

P.S Pedro works hard, but I'm gonna work even harder for you my beloved readers 💜

The beginning of March. A time of burgeoning energy, mirroring the sudden, fierce heat within you. You enter the gym, a private sanctuary, a place where celebrities can blend in, where anonymity is a courtesy.

You begin your warm-up, a familiar routine, but your focus is fractured. You're doing some ab work, then transitioning to legs, the burn a welcome ache.

Jason, your trainer, approaches, a playful grin on his face. "Come on, [Y/N], you can push harder than that! Feel the burn!" He punctuates his encouragement with a light tap on your leg, a gesture that usually makes you laugh. Today, though, your gaze keeps drifting.

You catch your breath, leaning against the weight bench, the cool metal a welcome contrast to the heat radiating from your skin. It's then that you see him. Pedro.

He's a force of nature, a raw, concentrated power. The heavy weights he pushes seem almost weightless in his hands, his muscles flexing and rippling with each controlled movement. The sweat glistening on his skin only amplifies his magnetism.

You've seen him before, of course—a fleeting glimpse in the gym's mirrored walls, a brief conversation with Jason. But today, something is different.

The air crackles with an undeniable energy, a pull that's impossible to ignore.

His arms, those magnificent arms, strain and flex, and you feel a strange heat spreading through you, a longing that has nothing to do with the workout.

You feel like you’re being drawn into his orbit, a moth to a flame. You’ve seen him from afar, but you haven't chance to meet him.

Fuck, you think, the word a silent prayer. You can’t wait anymore.

Jason's voice snaps you back to the present. "Alright, enough resting! Let's get back to those squats. You need to go harder, [Y/N]. You know what they say, no pain, no gain!" He winks, and you force a smile, but your eyes are drawn back to Pedro.

He finishes his set, wiping his brow with a towel. For a heartbeat, his gaze meets yours. There's a flicker of recognition, a spark of something undeniable, in his brown eyes.

He pauses, just for a moment, and then he starts to walk towards you.

Your heart pounds in your chest. He's coming closer, his presence filling the space around you. He stops in front of you, a slight smile playing on his lips. "You look like you're working hard," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Mind if I join you for a set?"

"Hey, Pedro" you manage, your voice a little breathless, a little shaky. "Sure, join me."

He smiles, a warm, genuine smile that makes your stomach flip. "What's your name?," he asks, extending a hand. His grip is firm, strong.

"I'm [Y/N]," you reply, your own hand trembling slightly as you take his.

Jason, sensing the shift in the atmosphere, steps in, a knowing grin on his face. "Alright, you two," he says, "since you're working out together, I've got a few partner exercises that'll really get those muscles burning."

He demonstrates a series of stretches and lifts, some of which require close contact. And close is an understatement. Pedro's body is a furnace, radiating heat. His hands, when they touch you, are firm and sure, sending shivers down your body.

Shit, shit, you think, your heart pounding. His body is so close, the scent of his sweat and cologne intoxicating. You're sweating too, dripping, your own heart beating faster every time his eyes meet yours, every time his hands brush against your skin.

A strange, pulsing heat starts to build between your legs, a wet ache that grows with each passing moment. His growls, low and guttural as he strains with the exercises, are a symphony of raw masculinity, driving you wild.

If this goes on any longer, I’m going to lose it right here.

Every time his hands touched you during the exercises, your heart had hammered against your ribs, a frantic rhythm that threatened to betray your growing desire. And now, as he stands so close, the heat radiating from his body, you feel like you’re gonna melt.

Finally, Jason calls a halt. "Alright, that's enough for today," he says, his eyes twinkling. "You two worked up a good sweat."

He offers you both protein drinks, and as he walks away, Pedro turns to you, his eyes dark and intense.

"So, [Y/N]," he says, his voice a low rumble, "do you come here often?" The question is casual, but the way he looks at you, the way his gaze lingers on your lips, is anything but that.

He leans in slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. "I haven't seen you around much," he says, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Or maybe I just haven't been paying close enough attention."

"Maybe you haven't," you reply, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"That's a mistake I intend to rectify," he murmurs, his gaze sweeping over you, lingering on the curve of your waist, the swell of your breasts beneath your workout top. "You have a way of…distracting a man."

He takes a sip of his protein drink, his eyes still fixed on yours. "You know," he says, "I'm always looking for a good workout partner. Someone to push me, to keep me motivated."

He pauses, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Someone as beautiful and determined as you."

"Is that so?" you ask, your heart pounding.

"Absolutely," he says, his voice husky. "And I have a feeling we'd push each other…in more ways than one."

He winks, and a wave of heat washes over you. "Tell me, [Y/N], what do you do when you're not making men sweat?"

You lean in, your breath warm against his ear, and whisper, "I do lot of fun stuff. And I have a few ideas I could do with you." your voice laced with a playful promise.

"But they involve a lot more…sweat." You let your fingers trail lightly down his arm, lingering on the hard muscle beneath his skin. "Unless, of course, you're into that."

He shivers slightly, his smile widening. "I'm into whatever you're into," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Especially when you whisper things like that."

His eyes are dark, intense, and you know he wants you just as much as you want him.

You lean in, your lips brushing against his ear, and whisper, "I'm thinking about what those arms could do to me," you murmur, your voice a low, husky purr. You let your gaze drop to his lips, then back to his eyes, a silent invitation. "I have a feeling you'd be very good at making me scream."

"Tell me," he says, his voice rough, "tell me one right now." He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your hand.

The passion and desire in his eyes are almost palpable. He's impatient, eager, and you can see the slight bulge straining against his workout shorts. Your teasing has worked its magic.

A low growl rumbles in his chest, a sound that sends a shiver of anticipation down your spine. "Screaming is music to my ears," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Especially if it's gonna be your voice." He reaches out, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you.

"I want to see if those arms can lift me," you murmur, your fingers tracing the hard line of his bicep. "I have a feeling they're strong enough to do a lot more than just lift weights."

You lean in, your breath ghosting across his ear. "I want to feel them wrapped around me, pulling me close, holding me down. I want to feel them on my skin, everywhere, exploring every inch of me."

You nip at his earlobe, then whisper, "I want to feel them guiding me, lifting me, so I can take you deep inside me, until we're both screaming."

He smiles, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "I'm going to show you," he says, his voice a low growl. "I'm going to show you exactly what these arms can do."

He took your hand, his grip firm and possessive, and led you through the gym, past the empty workout stations, to the secluded shower area. A quick glance confirmed you were alone. He locked the door, the click echoing in the sudden silence.

He turned to you, his eyes dark and hungry, and gently cupped your face in his hands. He leaned in, his lips finding yours in a searing, demanding kiss. He tasted of sweat and raw desire, and you met his passion with equal fervor.

He pulled you closer, his body molding against yours, the heat radiating from him like a furnace. His arms tightened around you, his hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against his already hard body. You could feel his bulge pressing against your already wet pussy, a delicious friction that sent shivers down your spine.

"Ohh Cariño...you are gorgeous." he groaned against your lips. "I've been wanting to fuck you since the moment I saw you."

He nipped at your neck, then whispered, "I want to taste you, to feel you wrapped around me, to hear you scream my name as I fill you." His hand slid down your back, cupping your ass, pulling you even closer. "I want to bury myself so deep inside you, you won't be able to think of anything else."

He pinned you against the cold tile wall, his right hand holding your face captive as his left hand slipped beneath your workout shorts, finding the slick heat between your legs. He smirked, a predatory gleam in his eyes, as he felt how ready you were for him. He teased you with his fingers, circling your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you, then slipping a finger inside, stretching you, preparing you.

You gasped, your hips bucking involuntarily. You kissed him roughly, pulling him closer, your hands roaming over his hard body, desperate to touch him everywhere. You reached down, your fingers closing around his already throbbing cock, and whispered, "I want to suck your cock."

He smiled, a feral grin that sent a shiver down your spine. "Impatient," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "I like that." He pulled down his shorts, revealing his magnificent erection, thick and veiny, pulsing with anticipation. You knelt before him, taking him into your hand.

God, it's huge. I hope I can take it all. Don't gag.

You licked the tip, swirling your tongue around the sensitive head, and he cursed, his body tensing. His right hand on the wall, his left hand kneading your shoulder.

You took him deeper, sucking him hard, your saliva slicking his length. He tastes so good, salty and musky. You jerked him off with your right hand, increasing the tempo, driving him wild, your lips working him like a pro. "You like that, don't you?" you purred against his cock. "You like the way I take you deep."

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his voice ragged. "You're so good. So fucking good."

"Wait," he groaned, his voice ragged. "I'm going to...I want to be inside you." He pulled you to your feet, his eyes burning with desire.

As you stood up, slightly wobbly, after taking him deep into your mouth, he reached out, his fingers trembling slightly, and pulled up your workout top. He slid it off your shoulders, his eyes widening as he took in your bare breasts. "Fuck," he breathed, his voice thick with awe. "You are so beautiful." His gaze lingered on your body, his eyes dark with desire.

You quickly pulled down your shorts and panties, and he lifted you up with his huge arms, pinning you against the cold tile. The sudden chill was a stark contrast to the burning heat between your legs. He positioned himself between your thighs, and with one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you, stretching you to your limit.

You cried out, your body arching against his.

He's so big, so full. It hurts, but it's a good hurt.

He kissed you roughly, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he began to move, his rhythm slow and deliberate at first, then building in intensity. "You're so tight," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. "So wet for me. So fucking good."

He gripped your hips, pulling you closer, driving deeper with each thrust.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't feel your legs," he growled. "Until you beg me to stop."

Your bodies were pressed together, so close you could feel every muscle, every curve, every pulse of heat. It was as if you were one being, two halves finally joined. He moved inside you, slow and deep, then faster, harder, his thrusts powerful and relentless.

His heavy breathing filled the small space, a raw, animal sound that mingled with your own gasps and moans. His dark eyes, intense and focused, never left yours, as if he were trying to memorize every detail of your face. His lips, so sweet and demanding, found yours again and again, each kiss a searing brand.

I don't want this to end, you thought, I wanna feel like this forever.

The feeling of him inside you, the heat, the power, the sheer intensity of the moment—it was intoxicating.

He increased his pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, deeper, each one a brutal, delicious invasion.

He ground his hips against yours, his cock rubbing against your walls, hitting that sweet spot sending waves of pure pleasure through you. "Say it, [Y/ N]. Say you're mine."

His thrusts were relentless, each one pushing you closer to the edge. "I'm going to make you come so hard," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking hard."

"Fuck yes..I'm gonna be yours..Pedro" you said letting out low moan.

"Tell me you like it," he commanded, his voice rough. "I want to feel you clench around me, milking me dry."

"Fuck yes..I like it," you gasped, your nails digging into his back.

"Pedro...Fuck me harder." You arched your back, meeting his thrusts, desperate for more. "Fill me up," you moaned. "I want to feel you inside me, owning me."

He groaned, his thrusts becoming more frantic.

"I want to leave bruises on your beautiful ass."he growled, his voice thick with lust.

"Fuck yes..." you moaned, your breath heavy, "I want you to mark me..I want everyone to know I'm yours."

I'm going to come. I'm going to come for him.

He gripped your hips, slamming into you with relentless force. He's so hard, so deep. I'm so close.

"You're so fucking perfect. I could fuck you all night."," he says, his voice a low, guttural growl.

"I can feel you milking me, baby. So good." He ground his hips against yours, his cock rubbing against your swollen clit, sending waves of pure pleasure through you. "Say my name," he commanded, his voice rough.

I'm going to come for him. I need him to push me over the edge.

"Come for me, [Y/N]. Come for me, mi pequeña diabla. Let me hear you scream."

"Pedro!" you cried out, your body convulsing as you reached your peak. "Fuck, yes! I'm coming!"

He thrust into you one last time, a powerful, shuddering stroke, and then he was coming too, his hot, thick cum flooding your core.

"Good girl," he groaned, his voice ragged. "That was fucking amazing." He buried his face in your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

He feels so good. I want him to never stop.

He stayed deep inside you, the heat of his body still filling you, the mingled juices of your passion dripping down your thighs.

He kissed you gently, cupping your face in his right hand, his thumb tracing the soft curve of your lips. "I want to taste these lips every day, Muñeca!" he murmured, his voice husky with satisfaction.

"I want to fuck you every day," you replied, your voice a little breathless, "several times a day. Until you pass out."

He smiled, a slow, predatory grin that sent a shiver down your spine. "I want that too," he said.

"There are things I want to do to you," you whispered, your voice laced with a playful promise. "This was just the intro, Papi.."

He kissed you again, a lingering, tender kiss that spoke of unspoken promises. "You've awakened something in me, [Y/N]," he murmured, his voice filled with a raw emotion that made your heart ache. "Something I thought was long gone."

"Let's shower," he said, his voice regaining its playful tone, "and get some coffee. My treat."

Your legs were shaking, a delightful tremor that spoke of the intense workout you'd just received. You were exhausted, not just from the gym, but from the way he'd just thoroughly fucked the your soul out of your body.

Deadly fever, please don't ever break

Be my reliever ’cause I don’t self medicate

And it burns like a gin and I like it

Put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it

Hurts, but I know how to hide it, kinda like it

After a quick shower, where he tenderly washed your back and kissed the bruises he left on your hips "I'm loving every inch of you." He murmured on your ear.

You sneaked out of the gym.

You could barely walk. "I can't drive like this," you said, your voice a little shaky.

"I'll take you home," he said, his eyes filled with concern. He helped you with your bags, then gently assisted you into his car. He picked up coffee for both of you, then drove you to your apartment.

"Would you like to come in?" you asked, your voice laced with a hopeful anticipation.

He smiled, his eyes warm and kind. "I'd love to," he said. He was so kind, so sweet, a stark contrast to the raw, primal man he'd been in the shower.

Inside your apartment, the atmosphere shifted. You ordered a pizza, sharing slices and easy conversation. He listened intently as you talked about your life, your dreams, your passions.

As the evening drew to a close, he pulled out his phone. "Can I have your number?" he asked, his voice soft.

You smiled, your heart fluttering. "Of course."

He entered your number, then looked up at you, his eyes sparkling. "I'd love to take you to dinner tomorrow night," he said, his voice laced with a hopeful anticipation. "Like a real date. If you'd like."

"I'd love that," you replied, your smile widening. "I'd really like that."

He leaned in, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. "Good," he murmured, his voice husky. "Because I can't wait to see you again." He kissed you softly, a tender, lingering kiss that promised more to come. "I'll pick you up at seven," he said, his eyes filled with a warm light. "get some rest, preciosa." (beautiful)

He kissed your forehead, then turned and walked out the door, leaving you with a lingering warmth and the sweet anticipation of tomorrow night.

Thank you for the reading 💜

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God why did you gave me dirty mind and a kink for an older man with brown eyes, and obsession for Pedro Pascal...Why..???

That gym photo was inspiration for this fic. My mind couldn't stop imagining this 😈🫣

I listened to the Billie Eilish song - My strange addiction while writing this. Fits perfectly 👌

[cosmic-evening]

ᯓ★ enigma

college au!dabi x gn!reader

a/n: reader is roommates with toga! also dabi & reader both study literature bc i said so

mha m.list | gen m.list

DABI was known as the 'enigma' around the college.

he was in your year, and you'd heard all the stories about him in high school. everyone either had a crush on him or was intimidated by him—or both. he was the enigma—no one knew what course he did or how he even got into this college. you almost never saw him around campus, except when you finish you lecture, when you could see him sitting on the bench outside your classroom.

you never talked to him. you never needed to.

until he finally showed up to your literature lecture.

it's monday morning, and you're still rubbing the sleep from your eyes, when he steps into the classroom. you're shocked when you see him walk in, and you can't help but stare. it had been two months since you'd started this course; how had you never noticed him in your lecture?

he glances at you as he walks in, but takes a seat at the very back of the classroom.

there's a twinge of something in your gut that feels a little bit like disappointment. don't be silly, you think. why would he even think about sitting next to you?

throughout the lecture, you feel someone's eyes on you the entire time.

you don't think too much about the encounter until a week later.

your roommate, toga, had some friends who were throwing a flat party, and she desperately wanted you to come.

"please, y/n? it'll be fun, i promise. it's the weekend, we don't have anything better to do anyway."

and really, you think, how bad can it be?

so you show up, in a semi-fancy outfit, hair deemed 'perfect' by toga, not knowing quite what to expect.

as soon as you enter the flat, your eyes immediately latch onto one person.

dabi.

he was looking at you already, and made no effort to hide it. unsure of what to do, you smile at him.

he smirks back, and lifts a hand in greeting.

but the interaction is short-lived; before you can fully process what's happened, toga's already dragging you away to meet her friends.

so much for that, then.

whoever planned a literature lecture at 8am on monday morning must be a sadist.

you're still in a state of half-delusion, still waking up, before you realise that someone's decided to sit next to you.

from the corner of your eye, you see dyed black hair and a leather jacket.

you stiffen slightly.

there's no way. you knew you should have gotten more sleep last night.

"everything alright, doll?"

his voice is scratchy, like he's just woken up too.

you panic.

"i— uh, yeah, i'm alright, i just didn't know you took this class—"

shut up, you think. you decide right then and there that you should never speak again.

dabi laughs.

you'd never seen dabi laugh before. not without mockery.

but this?

he sounded full of mirth.

and you decide right then and there that you would cherish the sound forever.

dabi opens his mouth to speak, but the teacher had already walked in.

then you feel that twinge of disappointment again.

for some inexplicable reason, you start to notice dabi everywhere. suddenly, he's not just sitting outside the classroom after your lecture, but in the class too. he's showing up at parties, studying in the library, hanging out on campus more and more. suddenly, dabi has a social life.

you start seeing him at every party toga drags you to. every time, it's the same: he smirks at you, raises a hand in greeting, and then disappears for the rest of the night.

it confused you.

why was it that he'd hidden from everyone for so long? why now is he making his presence known?

he really was an enigma.

no, you think. he's a different type of enigma now.

before, he was an unknown. back then, you were questioning who he was. but now, after he's started hanging out with the other students, you're starting to question his intentions.

every literature lecture, dabi would slide into the seat next to you. you'd exchange some words before class. it ranged from the books you were studying to your plans for the day. and on monday mornings, right before the worst lecture time on earth, dabi would hand you a steaming cup of your order from the café across the campus.

and little by little, you start to learn little things about dabi.

like that one time he told you his favourite food was soba. or the other time he told you his birthday was in january. or the time he showed up to class, a little too quiet for your liking, and told you about his dad.

and slowly, but surely, dabi becomes less and less of an enigma to you.

the final step of the puzzle—your puzzle, the one you've been mystified by since the start—is given to you one monday morning.

dabi's not there, but you're not surprised; he tends to get to class later than you do. what did surprise you, though, was the rose and note that sat on your desk.

dearest y/n, i know that we haven't known each other for that long, and i know that sometimes, you're still confused by me. i see it in your eyes when i sit next to you in class, or when i catch your eye at a party—your gaze is calculating. i feel like every time you look at me, you've figured out a secret of mine. like you know something about me that even i don't. you feel like you've only known me for a short time; i feel like i've known you much longer. i feel like i've known you since the day of the first literature lecture; when i saw you from the window into the classroom and couldn't find the courage to go in. because you're so insanely beautiful, y/n. i felt intimidated by you—the only thought in my head at the time was 'what if you hated me?' and i was too much of a coward to find out the answer. in fact, i was so much of a coward that i couldn't find the bravery to step into that classroom until two months later. and then i got to know you. you're so incredibly smart and eloquent and so interesting to talk to. you made me want to be just as intelligent or expressive or as delightful as you, and when i thought i could never be, your words gave me motivation. so i guess what i've beeing trying to say is—i really like you, y/n. you're the first person who's ever made me feel like this, and i'd really like to take you out to the café across from campus tonight, if you'd let me. or any time you'd like. yours, dabi

when you look up, dabi's standing by the door. he's nervous, you can tell—his hands are fidgeting with his backpack strap, and his smile is a little wobbly.

when you nod, his beam is blinding.

you've solved your enigma.

[gensideas]

jealous jealous, girl.

summary; y/n is jealous of rafe’s girl friend.

content * advisory; none. just rafe being a tease.

It started off with Rafe's girl-friend wanting to come over everyday after golf practice. It’s not that you were mad about. it was the fact she knew how you felt when she asked questions liked that. it always made you feel uneasy.

then, she would ask to come over for dinner, and rafe the guy he is, he would say yes. You thought the way you felt was stupid. maybe you were just over-reacting, right?

it was one of those nights yet again. the one where rafe’s “friend” would ask to come over for the millionth time in 4 days. you were getting sick of it.

—

“rafe, this is the millionth time she’s come over. does she have too, again?” you asked, not looking away from your phone. “Look doll, it’s the last time I swear. I don't know why she keeps asking.” Rafe responded, standing behind you. “you said that last time, and she came the next day. can she just not come today?” you sighed, turning around. Rafe walked behind you, “baby, please. i pink swear this time. it’s the last time she’ll come over.”

you hummed, going upstairs to your shared bedroom.

you’d had enough and didn’t wanna hear him beg and keep a promise he couldn’t every time.

—

Rafe was in the kitchen cleaning when he heard a knock at the door. He rushed to open, greeting his friend. “Ruby, hey.” he moved to the side, letting her in. “hey rafey.” she walked into the kitchen/living room. “Wow, it's gorgeous here. Did you paint the walls?” ruby asked, sitting at the kitchen table. rafe sat down, “uh yeah, y/n painted it.” —“oh, it’s…nice.”

—

“sooo, how’s your day been?” ruby asked, taking a bite from her sandwich. “uh, it’s been alright. mostly been out with y/n running errands.” Rafe smiled, eating some alfredo. — ruby sighed, “oh, well um, that’s very nice.”

“yeah, best part of my day really.” Rafe replied, looking up at ruby. “uh rafe, i was thinking..im going to watch this movie on saturday. it’s called heart eyes or something. i was wondering if you wanted to go? — you know, just you and me?” ruby spoke, her cheeks flushed.

Rafe knew you wouldn’t like the idea of him being with another girl ALONE. let alone, you guys have plans that day. —

“uh, I can't. I have plans with y/n that I can't cancel." Rafe replied, standing up to get a drink. “oh uh, doing what exactly?” ruby asked, curious about what HER boy best friend had planned. “me and y/n are planning our vacation for the summer. we’re planning our wedding.” Rafe responded, pointing a glass of whiskey.

Ruby had enough. she was tired of seeing her friend with another girl. even if it’s not her, she wanted him all to herself. “seriously rafe? marriage?! i’ve been in love with you since forever and you choose that-“ ruby was cut off. “that what? because if you say another word, i don’t wanna hear it. if you have a problem, you can leave." Rafe turned around to look at ruby. Ruby just grabs her things and walks out. Rafe sighs, happy that she was finally gone.

—

as you were reading, you heard a knock on the bedroom door. “y/n, doll?” rafe called from the other side. “what is it, rafe?” you asked, walking towards the door. you opened it to be met with a relieved rafe. “she isn’t coming over anymore.” rafe responded, walking into the bedroom to sit on the bed. “and why is that?” you asked, surprised. “she fucking admitted her feelings towards me after i told her we were leaving for vacation.” rafe exclaimed, laying back into the bed.

—

you felt angry. not with him, well maybe a little but, mainly with ruby. she KNEW you guys were engaged, and still admitted her feelings in the midst of their lunch. “she did what..?” you sighed, clenching your fist. “she admitted her feelings..” rafe sighed. “oh i’m so gonna kill her. why would she do that.” — “i may or may not have told her we were planning our wedding.” — “you did what?!” you sternly spoke, eyes darting at rafe. “im sorry! i didn’t know she was going to admit her feelings.” rafe frowned, sitting back up.

—

“i swear to god. she’s sooooo gonna get it. she’s dead.” you responded, walking into the shared bathroom. rafe followed behind, “what’s got you so upset?” — “she not only one, admitted her feelings. but she knows!” you replied, trying to take a deep breath. rafe looks at you for a second before inching closer to your lips. “what are yo-“ — rafe kissed you, placing his hands on your waist.

—

“what was that for?” you chuckled, looking up at him. “so i could shut you up for a second.” he smirked, looking down at you.

“well, ruby is a great “friend” ain’t she?” you sarcastically asked, looking away.

“what? you jealous? hm.”

© 2024 GENSIDEAS. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. (PLEASE DO NOT STEAL, COPY, OR PLAGIARIZE MY WORK!)

[un-unavoidableanxiousball]

Excuse me, Mr. Loaf Man?

Masterlist²

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Squid Game

Pairing: platonic: Salesman x Reader,

Characters: Salesman, Reader, background homeless people, parents - mom and dad,

Tags: gn!child!Reader, compassionate!Salesman, still unhinged!Salesman, abusive parents, angst, fluff, comfort, 2nd person POV, Reader's POV, alternating POV, 3rd person POV, Salesman's POV, Reader is a single child, obsessed!Salesman,

Warnings: spousal abuse(implied), child abuse, starvation, force feeding, yelling, child negligence, vomiting (mention), Reader is locked in a closet as punishment, cuss word(s) (I think)

Summary: 10 year old Reader prefers spending their time in a park. They can keep themself entertained. Sometimes they see a man walking around, talking with homeless people. After a couple of times, they decide to approach him.

Word count: 6075

Acronyms: (y/n) - your name, (f/n) - father's name, (m/n) - mother's name

A/N: Pretty sure there's dubious pacing; mind any possible grammatical errors or accidental shift of Reader's gender.. Tell me if I missed a tag; I'm weird and I can't write

A/N: I was the one that made the childish drawing above on my tablet. Just for this fanfic. I just edited it a little to look like it's a child showing it (hands are from google). I tried to make reader neutral looking but I couldn't manage. But it's the thought that counts. Don't copy without tagging me.

Reader's POV

You make your way to the nearby park, again. You sort of can't wait, you hope that the kind man will be there today as well. For days you've been bracing yourself how to approach him.

On days when your mom can't immediately pick you up from school, — tuesdays, thursdays and fridays — you learned to keep yourself busy. Your favorite place is at the park. Nobody bothers you there. And one day you saw a man in a suit with bags in each hand. He went up to every homeless man and woman handing out something. You couldn't see it from so far away. No one looks at homeless people. But he does, so he must be kind.

If he's willing to talk to them then maybe he'll talk to you too? No one really likes you either. You don't have any friends. And dad certainly thinks of you as too revolting to look at.

After that day you went to the park every time mom runs late. Keeping an eye out for him. He wasn't always there. But you felt better after getting a glance of him. Also you kept shortening the distance from which you were watching him.

But now you are ready. You didn't have to wait long after arriving. You basically rush up to him and before you can chicken out you speak. "Excuse me, sir…?"

He turns to look at you, his expression a little irritated and curious at being interrupted. A raised eyebrow and a short "Yes?" is enough to make you continue.

"What do you have in those bags, sir?" you ask tilting your head.

He considers you for a moment then he opens one bag, curtly replying "Bread."

You feel your eyes widening at the amount of packaged loaves. Is that what he always offers others? You look up at him eagerly, "Can I have one, please?"

To your astonishment he agrees and lets you take it. "Gamsahabnida, sir." [Thank you, sir] With that you rush back to your spot on the bench.

You happily eat while you see him going through every person. After the last man, he then walks and stops in the centre of the pavement. He does something you didn't see before nor expect. He empties both bags to the ground, bread lands on the ground. And when a man crouching, reaches for one. He stomps on it.

"I gave you a chance, and you made your choice." His voice is loud enough for you to clearly hear what he's saying. "I'm not the one who threw these away." He points to the ground, "It's you, ladies and gentlemen."

And then he starts jumping and crushing the bread. You keep nibbling on your loaf but it does nothing to calm your beating heart at the familiar sight. You know very well it's a reasonable punishment for not eating. You don't understand how they could keep denying the bread to the point that today the kind man had enough of them. You're happy you managed to get one loaf from him.

You keep your gaze down on the ground in front of you. There's still plenty of time until mom can finally drive you home.

So you decide to do your homework. You were already half-way done when lesson ended. You were putting the last touches when a shadow falls on you and your notebook. You glance up to see loaf man staring intensely at you. Does he want to sit here?

Your cheeks flush with shame, you scramble up to pack everything. "S-sorry, sir."

He grabs your wrist to stop you from packing up further. "It's fine. I don't mind." He gives you a small smile. "If I may ask… Why are you here? Where are your parents?"

You hug your exercise book to soothe yourself. "At work. Mom doesn't pick me up until later." A bit of silence passes that you break quietly. "Thank you again for the bread. It was delicious."

In softened voice and a bit slowly the man speaks, "Did I frighten you little one? Are you scared of me?"

You're pinching and rubbing the book cover in a soothing motion. You look at the ground which is when you notice he still has the paper bags but this time containing stomped on bread.

"Not really? I was a little startled when you dumped and crushed the bread… But I get it. My parents don't like it when I refuse to eat either. But usually I have to eat it when dad tells me so; even if I don't like the taste."

"Is that so?" It's told with an edge you can't pick up.

You nod your head, your grip on the book loosens.

"How old are you?"

"…ten…" Your answer is mumbled enough that the man has to lean in closer to hear it.

"You're ten?" He whispered in disbelief. He looks around as if to see if someone finds this unbelievable as well. "…and how long will it be until your mother picks you up?" His eyes jump across your face in search of something.

"It's usually 4:48 PM. Maybe minutes earlier or later. I don't mind it much. I'm a big kid."

His eyes darkened for a moment only to be swiftly replaced by softness and calmness. He sends you a charming smile. "Then you wouldn't mind my company then?"

You shake your head and that's that.

Since Mr. Loaf Man doesn't mind, you unpack again to finish the rest of your homework. He doesn't speak to you again. Just sits there, quietly observing you. After you finish every homework you had, you decide to play around. A little hide and seek. Mr. Loaf Man even played along with you! When time neared 4:30 you already have everything in your backpack and are ready to head back to your school gate. That was the moment when he offered to walk you there. He's so kind! Of course you readily agreed.

After arriving to your school, he makes sure you'll be okay alone and walks away. You only wait six minutes after that for your mom to come. You step into the car and buckle your seatbelt.

"Did you have fun at school sweetie?"

"Yes, mom. Just like always. I even got to solve an equation and write it on the board!" You say with excitement.

"That's amazing, sweetie."

...

"Mom…?" she hums, "…what's for dinner today?"

"Maybe… Baechu Guk, hmm?" You actually like it so maybe it won't be that bad today. You will lick the plate clean! And dad will be happy. It's not your favorite but at least it's not sannakji. You felt really sick after eating that. You hate it but dad makes sure you eat it everytime it's served. You can cry and scream but dad knows how to force you to swallow it. But more often than not, you throw up afterwards. And then you don't get to eat for couple days. As a way to make up for you wasting food.

Mom parks the car before your house. You quickly get out to help her carry the grocery bag. She opens the door and you make your way to the kitchen. Not before quickly taking off your shoes. In fast moves you set everything on the table and then place things in the correct cupboards (those that you can reach).

Your mom walks in, having already hung her coat. "That's okay, (y/n). I have it from here. You go to your room and do your homework, okay? Food will be ready in half an hour." She rubs your head.

"Okay mom." You go to the front door to leave your jacket on the hanger. You hurry to your room.

You only have 30 minutes to think of a gift for Mr. Loaf Man. You need to show your gratitude. It's proper.

But you don't know what he likes… A bracelet is out, he doesn't seem like the type. Besides it's more a gift for girls. A key chain? You don't know his favorite colors though, so it's out too.

A picture maybe? Nothing goes wrong there. Maybe it's a little basic… But you might be able to give him something better later on.

But you want it to look, if not good, decent enough. It has to show your gratefulness. So minutes pass as you test out different colors and positions and something always didn't sit quite right. It turns out ugly. You ended up re-doing it every time. You couldn't decide what else to draw when mom calls for dinner.

Dad already sat in his chair, his face forever frozen on expressing frustration. You join the table as mom brings food.

First portion goes to dad then mom and then to you. You wait until dad starts eating.

"(y/n), tell your dad what you managed to do today."

You nod your head, enthusiastic to share your accomplishment. Dad might be happy too. "I got to do an exercise in front of the whole class! I solved every equation correctly."

He scoffs, "What is there to be proud of? You probably forgot to do your homework."

You lower your head and focus on eating, every ounce of excitement leaving your body.

"(f/n)!"

"What?! You know I'm telling the truth! They're incompetent! Not even the top of their class." He grunts and goes back to eating.

"They're capable enough not to need help with homework. (y/n), did you manage to finish everything your teacher gave you?"

Forgetting to swallow, you answer that yes, you did. Your mother continues, "See? They did that in half an hour."

Dad growls and bangs his hand on the table. "Are you blind, (m/n)?! Did you not see what I did? How many times have I repeated myself- No talking with your mouth full! Clearly (y/n) is a useless brat! Nothing stays in that head."

You curl in on yourself further. Wishing to become invisible in this moment. But you also hurry with Baechu Guk to avoid angering him further. And because you're going to need it. As you know you can't avoid your punishment for forgetting a rule. Thankfully this time your dad decides to punish you after dinner.

Mom cleans the table while dad grips your small arm and leads you to the punishment closet. He shoves you inside. "You should know the deal. But since you're a forgetful dumbass, I'll repeat it for you." He leans closer to your face, disgust clear on his face. "You stay here as long as the number of times you broke the rules. For every disobedience is 10 more minutes. Today marks 110 minutes, congratulations. Now, quiet!" He hissed the last part. With that he slams the closet shut. You hear him lock the closet door with a key.

You're shaking all over. Alone in the darkness, dreading how long 110 minutes will feel like. You feel your tears run down your cheeks. You hope he won't forget to get you out. You won't have time to do Mr. Loaf Man that drawing otherwise… You hope that this friday he'll be there and won't mind your company again.

earlier, Salesman's POV

He's heading toward the park where most of the homeless reside. It's the latest whim of the frontman. Social experiments. As if humanity has any hope for redemption. Especially the trash. He's confident it's the fault of player 456 for this idiocy.

Arrogance seems to be a heritable trait for winners. They think of themselves as special. Player 456 with his will to put a stop to the games and player 132… well, being chosen as the next frontman and successor by the host surely went to his head.

He arrives to the park when he hears someone run in his direction. He was ready to pay them no mind. He's far more irritateable today. He keeps walking until he hears a child's voice. "Excuse me, sir…?"

Curious what a child might want from him, he turns his head to look at them. He lets out a clipped "Yes?". Though he had no intention for it to come out unkind. Apparently today the hold on his mask is far looser than he thought.

Astonishingly the child isn't deferred by his sharpness. With a tilt to their head they ask the last question he expected. Which it shouldn't have been, considering the circumstances.

"What do you have in those bags?"

He considers for a moment what to do. Ignore, not ignore, lie or not. But he sees no harm in answering truthfully. He shifts his hold to open one of the bags so the child can see inside. He says "Bread." with more stable tone, but still has some curtness to it.

He sees their eyes widen with wonder. Their mouth goes slack in shock. They look back up at him in seconds asking if they can have one.

He agrees. One package less won't interfere with overall choice of the less fortunate. There's always more than enough bread left over. Not many choose food over a lottery ticket.

They rush off after saying "Gamsahabnida, sir!". And he goes about his routine. He approaches men, among which only one chose to take the packaged bread and immediately inhaled it. The few women there are a different matter. Within the four only one chose lottery. It always seems like females are smarter in that regard. It's never enough though.

But today, there was something about their choices that kept adding fuel to his already bad mood. He stops in the front, puts down his suitcase and the bags. Then he takes one bag after the other and spills their contents to the ground. Homeless crowd moves with confused apprehension. He pays them no mind.

He feels a twitch of apathy at the quantity. This pile of bread shows exactly why natural selection is so important. Here's proof that humanity's advancement in medicine not only helped raise quality of life, but also allowed inferior genes to survive. Some characteristics should've died out a long time ago.

"Why would you throw away perfectly good food like that?" Unbelievable. The audacity of the question. Doesn't the damn hypocrite hear himself? He declined it, preferred a hopeless chance at winning lottery over nutrition.

The revolting scum reaches for the bread. The entitlement astounds him and he won't let it stand. He crushes the bread with his shoe. But he gains no satisfaction witnessing the uncomprehending expression. "I gave you a chance, and you made your choice."

It doesn't register in their microscopic brains. His voice raises: "I'm not the one who threw these away." he point at the ground to emphasize, "It's you, ladies and gentlemen."

But he observes no shift in their expressions or postures. No change. No remorse. Nothing.

Their lack of critical thinking and absolute absence of self-awareness among them drive him into a frenzy.

He stomps and jumps with fervor, squashing as many bread buns as he can. He unleashes on these packages his tightly contained frustration and anger toward this crowd, his boss and that stupid player 456.

His energy runs out fairly quickly but he feels slightly better for it.

He presses his hands against his face, applying pressure to further ground him to the present. Tries to fix his hair then straighten hus spine and tucks in the tie.

He look around to see which packages survived the ordeal. He picks up each one that did and puts them back into the bag. The ungrateful vermin don't deserve good things that's clear.

He's back hiding away behind his calm and unbothered mask. He makes a move to turn around and leave when he sees them. The same child that inquired after the bread.

They're still here? Why? If they saw his actions, why do they remain around? And… are they doing homework?!

He finds himself puzzled and his feet lead him to them automatically. He can't avert his eyes from the sight. Apparently unbothered by the scene he caused just now. He stands there casting a shadow over their book.

You startle and seem in a hurry to make space for him to sit. Except… It looks like you want to get away entirely. He doesn't want that. He takes hold of your wrist to stop you.

"It's fine, I don't mind." He aims for a reassuring smile and doesn't know if he succeeds. "If I may ask… Why are you here? Where are your parents?" Why are you alone when anything tragic can happen to you at anytime?

He notes you're a little nervous or shy but aren't hostile toward him. "At work… Mom doesn't pick me up until later." How much later? He's a psychopathic man who keeps up a facade on a daily basis just to pass as normal; and even he knows it's negligent to leave someone so small and innocent without protection. Wasn't there a saying or a quote telling children should be cherished? Is society at such a low point it's acceptable nowadays? A spark of anger lights up within him, again. Your voice brings him back from his thoughts.

"Thank you again for the bread. It was delicious." Such a polite child. He notes that you still hang on that book for dear life.

He slows his words intentionally, softens his tone to not unnerve you further. "Did I frighten you, little one? Are you scared of me?"

He observes your body, hands are shaking a little, fingers twitching at the book cover.

"… My parents don't like it when I refuse to eat either. But usually I have to eat it when dad tells me so. Even if I don't like the taste."

You answer quietly, but oh. Hearing that you not only understand his actions but your dad forces you to eat something you don't enjoy. That's a brand of cruelty that he finds distasteful. Forcing anybody to anything they're unwilling to is atrocious. At least, he manipulates and twists other's perspections until people agree by themselves. He has enough finesse to do it the correct way after all.

"Is that so?" You only nod your head. Moreover you're not as tense anymore. Maybe that's what spurs him on to ask the next question, even if it has the ability to anger him further. "How old are you?" He leans in quickly enough to hear you say ten.

T e n .

"You're ten?" He voices his disbelief so quietly he doesn't know if he made any noise. He looks to his right then left almost looking for any possible threat because this child is ten years old and alone, left to their own devices. He's breathless for a moment, because at this discovery he feels unreasonably protective. "…and how long will it be until your mother picks you up?" His eyes take every detail of your face, hoping that it won't be long. But his hopes are crushed like the bread beforehand.

"It's usually 4:48PM…" What kind of parent leaves a child alone for 3 hours?! Truly horrible one, apparently.

"…I'm a big kid." Ohh… The instinct to kill anyone who would even dare to ruin that innocence overwhelms him for a second. He harshly tugs on his control to smile pleasantly at you, "Then you wouldn't mind my company then?"

He receives a shake of your head as an answer. It's so frustratingly easy to have your trust. How come nobody took advantage of that already, he does not know. But he will try his best to keep an eye out for you from now on.

Which he'd be doing a poor job since, at some point, you seemed to have disappeared into thin air from one second to the next. He grew alarmed instantly when he didn't see you next to him. Looking around for you or possible suspects wondering how he didn't notice anyone move. That was until he heard a giggle. He whips around to see a child's shadow behind the tree. He felt instant relief, his heart slowing it's alarming rate.

Apparently someone thought it'd be a good idea to play hide and seek without telling him. And since you're not in danger…

Well… Two can play that game.

"Little one? Where have you gone to?" Another muffled giggle can be heard. "I didn't get to become friends with you properly…" He overexaggerates his sadness. "How will I play with you when I don't even know your name little flower?" He stomps his foot dramatically, childishly, "And now you're gone and we won't meet anymore. Because I don't know how to find you…"

Now those adorable giggles turn into full blown laughter. You step away from the tree and easily run to him to hug his legs.

"You're so silly! We're already friends!" He hugs back to the best of his abilities. And says with, not even faked, surprise: "Really?! I didn't know that!"

"Besides we can meet here in the park, I come here after school, most of the time."

He feels a gentle smile on his face. Being in your presence for such a short time already make him feel lighter and his world a little brighter. Such an easy happiness. "That's good."

"Yeah, also my names is (y/n)! Now you know me." You clap your hands, excited, and go to sit on the bench again.

(y/n), what a beautiful name. I'll protect you, (y/n). No harm will come to you.

He looks at his wristwatch. 4:04. Soon you're getting home. He will walk you there.

When he asks if he can, you agree, again. Turns out he could only walk you to the school gates. Your mother picking you up with a car.

He chose to depart from you, but he stayed to observe from afar. He was displeased since it looked like the mother is malnourished as well as tired. Most of the fault lies solely on your father then. She at least looks a little overworked. It's clear your parents are unfit for the responsibility of caring for a child.

Soon (y/n) will rely on him for everything. He can't wait to meet again.

Back to Reader's POV

When you were finally let out of the closet you were tired. Emotionally drained. You couldn't draw for Mr. Loaf Man now, since you didn't have any energy. You went to the bathroom almost immediately.

Now you are laying on your bed, under the comfort of your blanket and beloved plushie. You pray you'll have time to draw something tomorrow at school. You already put your crayons in your backpack. You just need time. It doesn't even matter to you how it'll turn out. But you can't, won't go empty handed.

You fall into dreamless slumber.

And so you wake up next morning and go through the motions until you're at school. Then at breaks you sit somewhere on the sidelines, using the time to draw the most standard and boring drawing ever. First you did him then yourself. Then you drew a sun in the corner. You wrote who's who just in case. On the next break you drew the green grass and lastly the blue sky.

You're happy it's friday today. That means Mr. Loaf Man and the weekend.

When your lessons end you're in a hurry and have a slight spring in your step. You're basically vibrating with anticipation. You'll head straight to the same bench as yesterday.

But when you arrive… You gasp. He's already there waiting for you. You feel a wide grin spread on your face in happiness. When he notices you, his expression lifts as well.

"Hello (y/n). We're giddy today aren't we?"

"Yes!" You nod your head quickly a couple of times, it made you dizzy. "I have something for you, Mr. Loaf Man!" His eyes widen at that. Whether it's your nickname for him or your gift you don't know. You take off your backpack and immediately open it to reach the drawing.

"I'm sorry it's not good and not pretty enough but I was in a hurry." You hand it to him. He holds it gently as if afraid of crumbling it. He looks at it for a long time in complete silence. So much so that slowly your proud smile gets smaller and smaller. "You don't like it…?" Your voice wavers slightly under your sadness. Your blurry eyes make their way from his face to focusing on his tie.

"What-?" His voice croaks as if he didn't speak for days. "I love it."

You look up at that. "Really?" His face is unguarded. His eys are shiny, one tear already ran down his left cheek. His eyebrows are twitching as if they're unsure which way to go.

"Of course, it's just… it's been… s-such a long while since I got a gift. And one so, so lovely and meaningful as well." He open his arms offering a hug. You take him up on it. His grip on you is unyielding. "Come on, don't cry. There's no need." You hoop your arms around his neck and press your face to his shoulder. He picks you up into his lap. "I appreciate your efforts behind this, alright?" is gently whispered to your ear. You choose this moment to pat his hair, in — what you hope for — is a soothing gesture. You don't know if you succeeded since he started trembling.

He doesn't let you go for a long while. But you don't either.

When both of you are back to decently presentable — and not falling apart — you break away from each other.

"I have something for you too. Nothing as thoughtful though…" He takes the grocery bag that was next to him and reaches inside. He passes to you another packaged bread. You take it and immediately dig in. You thank him for it. "Are you going to offer food to them again? Or did you already did that today?"

He looks at you then to the homeless then back to you. "No and no. I think I'll give them a week to think over their actions, hmm?" He tilts his head in askance.

But you nod your head, "Makes sense. I do that at home too. Maybe it'll work for them too."

His eyes narrow, "What do you mean?"

"When I refuse to eat, I have to. And when i waste food, usually it's after I throw up. I don't get to eat to make up for all the wasted food." You smile up at him, "That's why I like you, sir. You're very kind and fun but you're very fair. But…" You take a thoughtful expression, "I don't get it… why refuse food? They need it after all and unlike me, it's not easily available to them. It'd be really stupid if they did the same in a week."

You focus back on the man's face only to be met with an impressed and proud expression. You feel your cheeks warm up at that look.

"You're very smart and observant, little one;" his soft voice prods at your shyness, "not everyone sees it the same way you do."

When your eyes don't lift from the ground, he speaks up again. "Do you wish to stay here or go somewhere else?"

You look up at him in question.

"What? I have some ideas…"

Salesman's POV

He finds his yesterday's behavior a little ridiculous. Moreover over a child he barely knows anything about. He couldn't put his obssessive focus towards learning more. With only their name and the fact (y/n) has horrendous parents.

Unfortunately for him, he didn't pay any attention to their mother's car registration plate. At least then he'd have a starting point. At this point in time however he can look into the school. The type of students there and the staff.

It did nothing to calm his mind.

He spent his time in bed thinking of many ways to bring them closer to him. How he should go with disposing their parents when he finally learns where you live.

The following morning he wakes from restless sleep and stayed that way throughout his day. Five people he approached to recruit and each time his hand was twitching to use the pent up energy on slapping the trash.

Arriving to the park at similar time as the day before wasn't a problem. Although he automatically sits down on the same bench. Call him overeager and impatient all you want. He has enough patience to wait for you.

And waiting for you he was. He didn't even learn if you have time to come here today.

But he shouldn't have worried, he sees your small form approaching him with clear joy. The moment he notices you, he feels his mood improve. He's not even sure if he manages to contain his own happiness over your eagerness.

"Hello (y/n). We're giddy today aren't we?"

"Yes! I have something for you, Mr. Loaf Man!" His eyes widen at that. Loaf man? However did you come up with that? And did he hear correctly..? You brought something for him?

Quickly your backpack's on the ground and a paper's in your hands. He looks at the paper and his breathing stops. A drawing.

You made a drawing for him, of him and you. "I'm sorry it's not good and pretty enough but I was in a hurry." He can't tear his eyes away from it. He gingerly accepts it from you. Your hands did this. For him. You spent enough of your time thinking about him, in good light nonetheless, that you had to put your thoughts and feelings on paper. It's the most precious thing he came across in a long time.

"You don't like it…?" He barely catches your voice. But when he registers the insecurity in it. He finally looks at you, however it does little, because he doesn't know when he started tearing up.

"What-?" His voice croaks from the sheer pressure of emotions. But he'll sooner kill himself than make you feel inadequate, unappreciated, unloved. "I love it." You have to know that.

"Really?" Fragile hope in your voice is enough to render his tailored armor useless. How does he explain?

"Of course, it's just…" he breathes deeply, "it's been… s-such a long while since I got a gift." Does he even remember the last time? "And one so, so lovely and meaningful as well." He needs to hold you. In this moment he craves to bring you as close as he can to his normally unfeeling heart. He open his arms in invitation.

You take him up on it too.

He grips you strongly. You can't leave him. Not when you demolished his foundation, unearthing emotions he never thought he could feel. You simply can't. He'll lose himself completely.

"Come on, don't cry. There's no need." He doesn't know if it's directed at you or himself. Your small arms wrap around his neck, your face tries to bury itself in his shoulder. He picks you up to hold onto you more comfortably. He presses his head against yours. "I appreciate your efforts behind this, alright?"

His thumb moves up and down on your back. He drowns in his overwhelming love for you. That's when he feels your hand. Your fingers going through his hair, petting him.

Here he is. A monster reduced into quivering mess. Wrapped around your little finger. You're such a devious yet innocent little marvel. You don't even do this on purpose. To have him ready and willing to bend to your every whim in no time at all.

It takes a long while for both of you to calm down and for him to regain his control. You break away from each other when you're sure neither of you won't fall apart all over again.

"I have something for you too. Nothing as thoughtful though…" He reaches next to him for the bag he nearly forgot about. Since he can't trust your parents about your nutrition, he'll take it upon himself. Three hours is a long time for you to grow hungry anyway. There's no harm in providing food. You take the bread from him and with a quick thank you start eating.

"Are you going to offer food to them again? Or did you already did that today?"

He looks at you. You never even talked to them and you're concerned for them. He looks at their pathetic figures, lying, wasting away in the sun. They're undeserving of your concern. He looks back at you and your questioning expression.

"No and no." He shakes his head, he doesn't even want to think about them much less approach. Even if he knows he'll have to at some point. "I think I'll give them a week to think over their actions, hmm?" He tilts his head in mimicry of your action yesterday.

And just like the other times, you don't question his actions nor motives. You simply nod your pretty head.

"Makes sense. I do that at home too. Maybe it'll work for them too."

His eyes narrow at that.

"What do you mean?" He can feel his shackles raising. Such a dangerous territory…

"When I refuse to eat, I have to. And when i waste food, usually it's after I throw up. I don't get to eat to make up for all the wasted food."

So not only is your father shoving food down your throat… He starves you for not holding it down as well. If he ever gets his hands on that repulsive monster, he'll make sure he suffers greatly for his sins.

Your large smile grounds him away from his plans. Even if that smile shouldn't be so wide after talking about your abuse. How did your innocence survive the ordeal?

"That's why I like you, sir. You're very kind and fun but you're very fair."

Him? Fair? Kind? He's flattered you think so, but he doesn't see it. It's probably because your childish view wasn't ruined. You never saw him do anything truly monstrous. He'll make sure you don't.

"But.. I don't get it… why refuse food? They need it after all and unlike me, it's not easily available to them. It'd be really stupid if they did the same in a week." Your pout is very cute and he'd probably focus on it for longer if not for what you said.

You intelligent and observant little creature, you make him feel emotions he didn't before. He's impressed how someone so young can be smarter than the common person. Maybe there's still hope after all. You might not have been acquaintanced for long, barely a day, but he feels pride for your astuteness. He latched onto you. You're his; his light in this dark world with deceptive roads and sharp curves covered with shadows. He'll nurture that intelligence to the best of his abilities.

He sees you blush at his attention, poor thing… You must be so unused to positive attention. He won't let it continue. With a softness he didn't know he's capable of, he voices the compliments. "You're very smart and observant, little one; not everyone sees it the same way you do."

When you still don't look up, he speaks again. This time on a different topic, away from his admiration. Baby steps.

"Do you wish to stay here or go somewhere else?" It works wonders. You look up with a question in your eyes. "What? I have some ideas…

…What do you think about ice-cream?" His suggestion makes your eyes light up with excitement. His world is a little brighter for it.

He'd take you to every shop and buy you anything you'd briefly glance at if that's how you'll look everytime. Just for a chance to see your smiles again.

After ice-cream, you spent the time by simply being in each other's company. You wanted to go back to the park and so you did, but this time to a different part of it. Far away from those hopeless causes. The time flew past just as quickly as the day before. But this time when he walked you to your school's gate and left to observe from afar. He remembered to memorise the licence plate.

He can get to know you to his heart's content. But first, home.

I feel like my brand of weirdness clashed with Salesman's diffrent kind of freak; but I don't think he's too OOC..?

I hope you liked it. <3 There are other parts I have in store, but they can act as stand alone. Tell me if you want me to write them.

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Naked cuddles

JJK ONESHOT

Pairing: bf jk/ gf reader

Wc: 809

Warning: talks about the female character having big breasts, fluff.

A/n: so I am @gukksweets7 I had to delete that Tumblr for some personal reason but I just forgot to make all the posts private before deleting that account so I might post all those fics here or maybe not.

For now enjoy this small oneshot as I was really having trouble getting started after a month.

The apartment is cozy as always. Finally after dinner when you go to rest on the bed the only thing that goes on your head is when Jungkook will come into the room and you'll get to cuddle him.

It's hard for you to wait. Currently, you are lying on your side of the bed all alone, waiting for Jungkook to come in from his gym which is in the house.

The creaking sound of the door snaps your head towards it knowing who it can be.

“ You didn't sleep yet?” The voice comes as Jungkook walks a few steps closer allowing you to look at him as his body gets illuminated by the small table lamp which is on.

He is only wearing his sweatpants. His buffy, sweaty chest on full display but right now you want something else.

“ Kook, go quickly, take a shower and come” you say knowing well he won't sleep before showering.

“ Why?” He asks with mischief in his eyes as he bends down towards you on the bed. His face is so close to yours.

You place both your hands on either of his cheeks, later placing a peck on his lips, you say, “ please, can I get cuddles?”

“ Awhhh.. definitely, coming soon” he coos and then proceeds to go to the bathroom.

It's been 20 minutes since Jungkook has entered the bathroom. The sound of the shower keeps coming from the attached bathroom to the room. But, you are fast asleep. You were very tired after your office so of course you couldn't keep up for long when you were lying on the bed itself.

Suddenly a pair of arms wrap around you, who is lying on her stomach, you get pulled in a warm embrace.

The light smell of shampoo, shaving cream and body wash fills your senses and the press of his cold skin to our body is enough to get you up.

“ Sorry sweetheart, didn't mean to wake you up” Jungkook says from beside you as your back is attached to his front.

Some time passes by in silence, just you both lying there. You are not sure how to ask but you want to ask. The last thing he could do is… deny.

“ Jungkook..” you call out for him to which he replies with a hum, his face buried in your hair.

“I was thinking about cuddling upper naked for a while.. uh so what do you think about it?” no response comes from him for a while. It was when you started regretting asking him that you heard him giggle.

“ How long have you been willing to do this?” He asks while turning you towards him.

“ I was not sure.. it was in my mind for a few days now” you say while copying his smile.

“ It's you who needs to get upper naked, I already am upper naked” he says giggling again.

“ Uhh yeah..” you say before holding onto your shirt and opening them in a go later putting it somewhere on the bed.

You meet Jungkook’s eyes while he meets yours, the giggle on his face vanishing somewhere replaced by him gulping. Although Jungkook has many times seen you naked but it's his first time he is holding you while you are just in your shorts, in his bed beside him.

You feel a sudden boost of confidence in you when you see how frozen he has gotten. You sit straight on the bed. Putting both of your legs on either side of his body.

Each of your hands hold his and slowly you let your chest meet his chest.

“ Ahhh… fuck” suddenly Jungkook welps all this being too much for him and that too coming from you!? Where is his innocent y/n?

You giggle and then place your head on the nape of his neck taking in his scent. His cold body from the shower is connected to your warm body. Jungkook seems to be frozen, his heartbeat so fast as you can literally hear him because of your head being attached to his chest.

“ Do you like it, kook?” You ask when you feel his hand slowly pat your bare back.

Heaven

“ Like? Y/n I love it, I never thought this would feel so heavenly” Jungkook says.

“ I never thought your boobs would feel so good against my chest, this is the best cuddle position of ours” Jungkook further adds, making you giggle but you have something more in your mind.

You lips place them on his neck softly sucking in his necks and peppering his neck with soft light kisses as more moans leave past his lips.

“ Wait– I will get turned on if you continue” he says as if you didn't know.

“ Shut up idiot and go to sleep” you say as you press yourself more in his body.

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Code Red

G-Dragon x Reader

Summary: That time of the month comes and GD helps you through it.

Warnings: Mentions of blood. Nothing too bad but its there. GD being an absolute sweetheart<3

A/N: Thank you darlin' for the request! This was super cute and I hope it's what you wanted, if not feel free to let me know!

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“This should be the last box,” you say as you and Jiyong are now standing in the living room of his penthouse looking at the boxes of your things. Moving in with him was really exciting and when you had said yes to the idea, he couldn’t of been more enthused.

“Great, how about I make us some dinner and we’ll unpack some after we eat?”  He puts arm around your waist pulling you close.

“Sounds perfect.” You give him a chaste kiss before he walks off to the kitchen. You get a large comfy blanket out and snuggle up on the couch with it. You doze off for a short while and before you know Jiyong is gently shaking you, telling you to wake up.

“Hmm?” you focus your eyes on your boyfriend.

“Dinner’s ready, jagi,” he smiles. You nod your head, still a little fuzzy from sleep. He prepared your favorite dishes and brings out a bottle of champagne.

“To new roommates,” he winks as he fills up the glasses. You giggle and clink the glasses together.

“I love you,” he blurts and you feel a slight blush rush your cheeks.

“I love you, more,” you say before you both start to devour the meal on your plates. Turns out moving in can work up quite the appetite. After dinner you two begin to unpack your boxes. Jiyong takes some of your things to the new shared bedroom and as you grab a box off the floor you notice something red on the couch where you were sitting and your face goes pale.

“Oh no, no no no,” you drop the box as you whisper to yourself. You dash to the bathroom and just as you suspected, your monthly visitor had arrived. You sigh dramatically and search around the bathroom for pads or tampons. He didn’t have a single one. Your stomach twisted in knots. The back of your sweatpants is now stained with the same blood that was on the couch. You groan.

“Y/n?” you freeze and look at the door.

“Ye-yeah?” you call out trying to sound casual.

“Everything ok? You’ve been in there for a minute,” his voice is dripping with concern.

“I’m, uh, I’m,” you sigh.

“I need a tampon.” You say slightly embarrassed.

“Oh, ok. I can run out and get some,”

“No I have some in my bag. And Ji?” you call out.

“Yeah?”

“Can you grab me another pair of sweatpants?” your voice is sheepish and he tilts his head at the door.

“Sure, give me a second,” he makes his way to the kitchen to grab your bag and get your product. As he checks the boxes to find your pants he notices the red stain on the couch. He quietly grabs some cleaner and scrubs the area cleaning effectively taking out the blood. He gets your pants and brings you what you need.

“Can I come in,” he asks as he knocks on the door.

“Yeah,” you were standing there waiting for him. You take a few minutes to get yourself cleaned up and when you come out he’s gone. You check your phone for a text.

Be back soon babe.

You furrow your brows but quickly shrug as you grab a few things from your toiletries box and put them in the bathroom. As you walk out you remember the spot on the couch and grab some cleaning supplies only to find it was gone. You face flushes a little and you can’t help but smile to yourself. You really do have the best boyfriend. Just then you hear the door open and shut behind him. You take the cleaning products to the kitchen and see Jiyong with a couple of bags.

“What’s all that?” He gives you a grin and pulls out your favorite candy, a new stuffed animal, some medication, and a heating pad.

“I thought these might help.” He says shyly and you smile down at the floor for a moment.

“Come on, let’s go lay in bed,” he grabs the stuff he bought and takes you to your new room.

“Wait, hold on,” he says dramatically earning a confused look from you.

“We must do this right,” he gives you a cheeky grin as he sets the bag on the table in his room, you stand right outside the door way.

“What do you mean?” He comes by your side and puts his arms under your back and the backs of your legs, picking you up bridal style.

“Ji,” you giggle. He carries you over the threshold and sets you on the bed gently, giving you soft sweet kiss.

“I’m pretty sure that’s only for when you’re married.” You smirk.

“Then we’ll call that practice,” he winks and you blush as you get underneath the covers. He grabs the heating pad and candy and lays beside you.

“Thanks for cleaning up,” you mumble as he turns on your favorite movie, Rapunzel. He scoots his body next yours, snuggling up into. You stroke his hair.

“Anything for my lady,” he says as he places a delicate kiss on your stomach before laying the heating pad over you stomach.  

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Coming Home, Part 2

RaphaelxFem!Reader

No warnings, just angst

Part 1

"Hey," he tosses the damp towel over the stool at his desk, and the door to his room clicks closed as he smiles at you softly.

"Hey," you smile back, standing up from the edge of his hammock, and walking the few steps to greet him. Hairbrush in hand, your scent is scattered into the air as you detangle your mane. He hopes you don't notice him breathe deep and hold you in his lungs for just a few moments. 

It's five am. The boys got back about an hour ago, and after debrief and showers, it was just about time for bed.

Everyone had been so happy to see you. 

You're not even sure your feet hit the concrete beyond the threshold before Mike scooped you up into a bear hug, giving you a tight squeeze, "Y/N!!! Welcome home, babes!!!" He'd crowed, grinning and swinging you back and forth. 

You went limp in his arms, as was protocol, flopping around and groaning in mock exasperation, "Miiii-iiiiii-iiiii-iiiike..."

He set you down with one final squeeze, as a hand descended on your head from above, "Hey, D!" You'd chirped, turning around and hugging your best friend around the middle. 

"I'm so glad you're here," he'd said with a relieved chuckle, hugging you back. He had been itching to start a new project, but he needed your help to get going.

A cool voice came from your left, "Welcome home, Y/N." You grinned at the eldest Hamato bother as he wrapped you in a tight hug. Leo was also very glad to see you. Working with Raphael had been a nightmare since you left. More than once, he'd had to call you and shove the phone into Raph's hand when his hot headed brother would start to spiral. 

Minutes after you arrived, Donnie's tech confirmed some intel about a deal going on tonight between the Purple Dragons and an up and coming gang downtown. Ever the city sentinel, Leo insisted they all go see what was happening. 

"Is tonight the only night you can do this?" You'd asked, attempting to keep the disappointed whine out of your voice. 

Raphael had tried desperately to think of a reason he could say "no," sighing apologetically when he failed.

You'd sighed, too, and stepped closer to fix one of the straps of his harness that had turned over slightly upon his enthusiastic greeting. You'd smiled up at him, which he returned softly, effortlessly, invoking midnight memories of you seeing him off when he used to stop by on patrol. That indescribable feeling that this was right, you fussing over him. Natural. That you're exactly where you're supposed to be. "Then go," you'd soothed, brushing your hand over the now flush kevlar, "Unless the lair blows up, I'll be here when you get back," you reassured him, adding brightly, "and Donnie's going with you, so I'm probably safe!"

"I heard that," your friend in purple said, smirking as he walked past, messing up your hair.

"It wasn't a secret," you'd sassed, in the same tone of voice, sticking out your tongue and raking your fingers through your hair to set it right. 

You'd spent the night catching up with Splinter on all the things you know the boys weren't going to tell you. What's actually been going on in the city, and how the boys have really been, over the best cup of tea you've ever had in your life, or, at least, since the last time you'd sat at the low wooden table.

The look he gave you when you'd asked after Raphael did not go unnoticed, and you were grateful when he chose not to follow up on the blush that darkened your cheeks.

Now everyone is winding down and setting off to bed, the two of you are alone in the warm comfort of his room, and you're desperately trying to ignore the single drop of water working it's way slowly down his collarbone. 

It moves through a channel between two of the larger scattershot scales on his shoulders, and down into the soft skin of his upper chest. You feel your face grow warm and turn away, clearing your throat. You take a couple of steps towards his hammock, faking a dramatic yawn, which quickly becomes a real one, complete with a stretch that feels very good after a whole day traveling, and a whole night worrying after the four of them. 

He tries. He really does. But the moment you're shirt rides high as you stretch your arms above your head, his eyes are all over you. It would be actually impossible for him to forget how beautiful you are. He keeps a photo of you on his nightstand... and as his phone background... and in his sketchbook he's not obsessed shut up. But seeing you like this? After ten months? 

It's his first drop water after wandering the desert for nearly a year, and he drinks you in, greedily. So much so fast he starts to feel dizzy. He inhales and licks his lips, attempting to look away, but as he does, his eyes sweep over a flash of his color. 

"Woah, hold up," he says gently grasping your upper arm. On your right shoulder, in red ink, is the word "bijo" ("beauty"), in hiragana ("美女"), "When'd you get this?" He asks, brushing his thumb reverently over the tattoo.

"Couple weeks after I left," you say over your shoulder, a smile curving the corners of your mouth. You'd been wondering how long it would take him to notice. What you didn't expect was how his touch made the long healed ink feel so blissfully painful, "I was feeling homesick and wandering around Little Tokyo, and there was this tiny closet of a shop with this even tinier old man who didn't speak a lick of English doing those, um... Tabori, tattoos? The hand-inked ones?" You mime the tapping method and he nods, familiar, "well between me, him, his grandson, and Google Translate we eventually figured out what I wanted, and..." you shrug.

Those damn roses again. The most beautiful pain pierces his heart and he can barely breathe. He's never said it out loud. It's cheesy and stupid and so so lame, and if you accused him he'd deny it until his very last breath, but almost since the day you met, you've always been the "Beauty" to his "Beast". 

You're smart. Quick, and clever, and can help him work out shit in his head in a way that makes sense, not to mention how you're always ready to jump in and lend a hand with their special brand of bullshit. Your self preservation instinct needs work, but, honestly, 10/10 for enthusiasm. But, more than anything, you are so damn... loving. You love your people fiercely, activity. You see them, really see them, and have noticed and brought each of them back from the brink more than once.

You've saved his life in more ways that he can count, caring for him in a way no one else ever has or would or could, and he doesn't deserve it. Not you, and not this feeling. But you're here. He knows what he is, and what is permissable. He's intimately aware that you know he can never be a part of your world. But... you're still here. 

You came back.

"Do you like it?" You ask.

"I love it," his voice is barely a whisper. He knows that if he speaks too loudly, the exquisite pain of you will overwhelm him and come spilling out. That he'll fall at your feet, and weep, and tell you everything. 

He has to disengage before he does something profoundly stupid. 

"Okay, shorty, assume the position," he orders, releasing your arm and straightening with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks down at you with narrow eyes and a devilish smirk. 

You giggle, turn around and throw your hands in the air, bouncing, "Uppies!"

He snorts, wrapping his arms around your torso and barrel rolling the two of you into his hammock. It's a well loved and practiced ritual, and you're both laughing as your settle against his chest. 

There is a feeling that happens when you crawl into to your own bed after a long time away, when the familiar comfort, scents and sounds of home, wrap around you. No matter how long you've been gone, or what happened while you were away, this is peace. This is safety. This is sanctuary and love and... home. 

Growing up, all you and Casey had was each other. "Home" was something you carried on your back to the next building with a bed. Most kids get to take it for granted. Go off to college, and come home to visit, and fall into bed, and into that peace. You've never had anything like this. Felt anything like this. The feeling is deep and profound, and you aren't expecting it. The moment you settle into him, and that peace washes over you, you gasp as something you didn't know you'd been holding on to, releases. 

Your vision blurs and your fingertips tighten at the lip of his plastron as you curl into him, heaving a shuddering breath.

His arm tightens around your waist as he rakes the fingers of his other hand through your hair, his hand lingering to hold you against him, "I got you, princess," he rumbles, as you fall apart. 

You'd been playing it close to the vest for so long, pushing down loneliness, doubt, disappointment, all in service of a new adventure. And it was wonderful! You had fun! You worked your ass off at something you love with good people as enthusiastic as you are. You'd faced down some of the slimiest people in Los Angeles, and you'd made a name for yourself among your contemporaries. 

You'd also dealt with the expected sexism and the expectation, in some cases, that certain *favors* were to be performed in service of career advancement. You never went there. It had cost you, but you persevered. This was what you wanted. What you'd been working so hard for. The chance of a lifetime and you took it and it WORKED and you were amazing and it just felt... empty. 

Six months in, you'd decided to go home. You'd spent the following four chipping away at your boss to open a satellite in New York. It took you threatening to quit entirely, and they just couldn't have that.

It would be a pay cut and longer hours, but at that point you didn't care. You'd felt like you'd drown in all the moments you couldn't share with him. Things you'd unload or laugh at or just talk about, and every night you didn't hear that soft landing overhead buried you in loneliness. 

It's not like you didn't try to get over him. You went on a few dates. But it was always people that reminded you of him, and it was over the moment they didn't. It wasn't fair. You hated yourself for it. You aren't that person. You don't just use people. Two months into trying, you gave up. 

You'd missed him. Not just the sounding board, not just the safety, him. His eyes, his hands, that beautiful bashful smile he gets anytime you compliment him, every single bit of him. And now you're here. And you have him and everything that comes with him, and you didn't have to give up your dream career, not completely, anyway, and you can finally let it all go. 

He holds you close without a word. It's almost surreal, the suddenness of you being here, and as he finally allows himself to process that this could and quite possibly would be the new normal, his eyes fall closed. You're home. He doesn't know who he's thanking, but he's definitely thanking someone. 

Your tears subside eventually, and there are several long minutes of peaceful silence, like the quiet in the air after a storm, before the birds realize the rain has stopped

"How's that for a year's worth of repressed... everything?" you almost chuckle, sniffling as he kisses the top of your head, softly, "So yeah, I missed you kind of a lot."

"I missed you too, princess," he says softly, "so damn much." 

"I promise never to ever do anything that phenomenally stupid again, ever." You swear into his collarbone.

His brow furrows. "Stu- what did you do that was stupid?" he asks, half looking down at you from his position. 

You push yourself up on his plastron, meeting his gaze with a look that says it should be obvious, "I left you," you say simply, He exhales, his heart stuttering in his chest. He'd forgotten how easily you can make it do that. "A mistake I won't be making twice."

For a millisecond, he can't breathe. You can't be saying... A half smile turns his lip, No, of course not. You just missed him. He really needs to get a handle on himself, or just you being here is going to kill him. 

You reassume your position laying against him, your head tucked between his neck and shoulder, running your fingertips along the line where his plastron meets his chest. You frown when you find a break in the scute that you don't recognize. "This is new," you whisper, fingers tracing the groove. 

"Mmmm," he affirms, softly. A sound you feel more than you hear as your touch moves along the channel. It's deep, at least an inch, a quarter inch wide by four inches long, and months old. This kind of injury would have laid him up for at least a couple of weeks. 

He can feel your jaw tighten, and your hand stills, tensing. He hadn't told you. No one had. Which means he'd specifically asked them not to. He takes your hand in his and raises it, brushing his lips gently over your knuckles. Your eyes fall closed as he places your hand back on his chest over the healed injury, but doesn't let go, "I didn't want to worry you." This is a conversation you're going to have later.

He sighs, deeply, and a quiet thunder rolls within him as your bodies mold against each other in familiar comfort. 

You drift off together, at peace, for the first time in far too long. 

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IYKYK

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A/N: "Bijo" means beautiful woman, technically.

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First of all, love your profile theme, it looks so well put together and cute!! And I do appreciate how thorough your introduction and what you are willing to write. Happy to have you in the fandom space!

For my request, if it’s all good, would you be able to do a Shadow and chronically ill (Y/n)? Such as if they’re having a day with a bad flare up and he tries to take care of them in his own Shadow way lmao. I trust you to take as much creative liberty as you would like, and I always do appreciate lengthy stuff so yap as much as you want! :)

Warning: I'm not familiar with chronic illness symptoms so I used Google and it said: chronic illness symptoms can include excessive fatigue, pain, difficulty with movements, and emotional or mood disorders. I'm not sure if this is accurate but it's all I have so be prepared for inaccuracy! Can be read as any gender and/or any relationship status

Sum. Shadow with a chronically ill reader

Notes: I think I love you ?? Tysm for the kind words!! I'm glad you like my theme I was worrying it wasn't good cuz I did it all in one day (yesterday) around 4 am - 1 pm loll and now I've been awake since heh I'm glad people are this welcoming<33

When shadow first found out about your chronic illness, he didn't think much of it. He thought it would he better to not be friends with you, thinking he'd get attached and have to suffer from your loss once again. He couldn't resist though, your charm, behavior, it was like a magnet for anyone to be attracted to. Slowly, shadow started hanging out with you; helping you walk when you had trouble with it, he knew he could get attached.

♡ When you woke up with extreme pain, Shadow knew something was up, he just didn't know what. After you explained what was happening, he tried to be as understanding as possible, even though he didn't say anything. For the whole day (or even days if it persists) Shadow doesn't let you out of bed, making you food and taking care of you was something he'd do all the time but imagine now he's an overprotective mother with a sick child.

♡ Essentially, Shadow becomes a caretaker, he doesn't want you to feel pain or lose you too, he knows he won't be able to stop every little bad thing you have, but he still wants to make you feel good! (Take that as u will) Shadow sees it fit to take care of a loved one when they're sick and you're no exception. Shadow always felt scared and fear when meeting new people; what if he gets attached and they leave him? What if—does he even get attached?— he has to watch you die? It all felt like too much, but he wouldn't dare leave you. You mean too much for him

♡ Shadow isn't by any means bad at taking care of people, even with his brooding and stubborn nature he can be a really good friend! His feelings will always be decided but he won't stop caring for you, either way, Shadow can take really good care of the people he loves, if you don't love communication and think actions speak louder than words then this is your guy! Shadow loves it when he can actually help people that care for him/he cares for, it brings him a sense of joy knowing he's taking care of a loved one. And that's all that matters to him, it doesn't matter if you're physically sick, he'll always be there for you

[orimuraa]

I loved you from the start - Lee Heeseung

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆even after the heartbreak your best friends gives you, you just can’t stay away from him ⨾

۶ৎ childhood best friends!heeseung x fem!reader┆comfort, angst, some fluff┆crying, a kiss, petnames┆wc 795

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: uhh so hi?….i’m here again ahha….here’s part two after all these decades…

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

part 2 to this fic

from the time that you left heeseung’s house to now, you weren’t exactly sure what had happened.

it was all a blur. maybe it was all the tears that were rapidly pouring down your face.

why? why? why did the world hate you so much?

but what did you expect…why would heeseung ever love someone like you when he could get any girl in the world?

a sob raked through your body and you bit down on your lip, hard. what were you thinking? honestly, heeseung would never see you as anything more than a best friend.

but little did you know, heeseung was in a very similar state as you were.

the minute he locked eyes with you and as the girl pressed her lips against his, he knew. he knew it all. that it was you who he was waiting for his whole life. that it was you who he loved.

“i-i i have to go,” is all he says to the girl who he suddenly can’t remember the name of, before he dashes out of his yard.

was he too late? did you never want to talk to him ever again?

once he made it to your window, he saw the faint glow of your night lamp through your window.

he needed to get to you. so, his solution is to pick up a couple pebbles and throw them at your window—classic, i know.

tick! tick! tick!

the sounds made against your window cause your head to rise, tilting to the side as you try to figure out what the noise was.

you walk over to your window, opening it and before you could help yourself, you let out a gasp.

heeseung is standing there, his eyes look red and a worried look plastered on your face.

“heeseung?? what are you doing here?” you manage to get out, whisper shouting because you didn’t want to wake your parents.

“angel…i need to talk to you..please. i understand if you don’t want to hear me out but i just need to at least..tell you these words,” he pleads, his expression breaking your heart.

never in all of the years that you have known heeseung has he ever had that much pain in his expression. his does eyes are glazed over from what you could tell and his eyebrows are scrunched together.

with a sigh, you slightly nod.

“the front door’s unlocked. try not to wake my parents.”

now you’re not quite sure what to do. heeseung is sat on your bed, next to you, and you both sit there in silence.

“y/n…i-i’m sorry. i’m so sorry, i was so blind and i just couldn’t see what was really going on. but now, now i do. i get it now,” he starts, taking your hands into his.

you can’t bare to look him in the eyes yet. not yet.

“i’m in love with you y/n. and i have been forever but i was just too blind to see it. i’m so in love with you that it hurts to see you like this. to see the tears i’ve caused you. angel, i’m so sorry..” he exhales, his eyes getting glossy once again.

that’s when you look up at him. his eyes were so..sad. you don’t even know the words to express the emotions you saw in his eyes.

lee heeseung loved you. he loved you and only you. but he was so blind that he couldn’t see it. what?

“hee….is that really how you feel?” you ask softly, too scared that if you spoke any louder, this dream would come to an end. no. not yet. not before he can tell you he does love you.

“oh angel..i’m so sorry i ever made you doubt it, i love you so much it hurts.” heeseung reassures, rubbing soft circles on your hand.

and that’s how it is.

you two sit on the edge of your bed, your head resting on heeseung’s shoulder. and that’s the way you like it. that’s the way it’s always been but now, now you two are in love.

“stay a little bit longer..” you mumble, not sure if you were ready to let heeseung go yet.

“baby, i’m never going anywhere. i’ve got you,” he says, turning to look at you and sealing his words with a sweet kiss against your lips.

“i don’t think i could ever hate you l, even if i tried so hard,” you breathe, hating the way that your words were just so true.

heeseung was the one who got you most. he was the one who loved you most but you were both unable to see it until now.

“thank you for loving me angel..thank you for being here from the start of it all.”

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💫It’s okay to be sad💫

✨Pairing: Jongho x afab!reader ✨Prompt: When sadness takes over boyfriend Jongho is there with kind words and sweet gestures. ✨Genre: fluff, not really angst but sadness? non idol au ✨Word count: 1.6k ☀️Authors note: Not my best work but bad days = a need for fluffy fics catered to yourself so yeah this is purely self indulgent for myself and what I needed to hear after this day.

Today had just been a day where sadness was just overwhelming you. Any misstep or mistake at work made the tears well up in your eyes and the lump in your throat grow tighter. It felt unbearable especially when you hade made a mistake which had caused a person in a higher position to be annoyed at you.

You knew that most people could spot you weren't happy today, not that it was hard to spot, your eyes were glossy with tears and slightly red and your nose had turned a bit read as well from blowing your nose over and over again in the bathroom. Someone had even mentioned they could see it through your entire body language, they had told you you didn’t look well and that they were worried for you, one person even suggested you’d call in and take the day off tomorrow to focus on yourself.

You hadn't done many mistakes at all today but the ones you did make made you feel like the whole world would crash and your thoughts running wild with anxiety and overthinking every single interaction. Despite everyone who noticed you were upset reassuring you that there was nothing to be worried about or feel upset about it don’t make the feeling go away. For some reason the sadness only grew. So once your shift ended you had hurried to change into your regular clothes before hurrying back home as quickly as you could not wanting to spend another minute at work.

Feeling tired and suffocated.

The walk up to your and your boyfriend's shared apartment was slow, a feeling of exhaustion taking over your body as you open the door. It felt good despite the overwhelming feeling of tiredness and emptiness in your entire body to finally be home in a space where no one would judge you.

As you open the door you can hear your boyfriend Jongho shuffling around in the kitchen as he hums a tune.

"Y/n darling? Is that you?" You hear him say in a giddy voice as he rounds the corner to come greet you. You take him in, his cheeks are round and slightly rosy and his brown hair is slightly curled giving him that teddy bear look you adore.

"Hello my love." He says with a gummy smile but when he spots your face, the red eyes and the unshed tears his smile drops.

"Are you upset? Has anything happened love?" He takes a step towards you with worry and he waits patiently for you to hang your jacket and take off your shoes before taking your hands in his. Gently caressing them as he allows you to take your time to speak if you want to share whatever it is that is bothering you.

"It's just... you know one of those days where your emotions run wild and everything feels like shit and the smallest mistake feels enormous." You tell him, your voice thick with emotion as you once again fight the tears from falling down your cheeks.

"I understand sweetheart. It's okay to have those days you know? I have them as well. Is there anything I can do for you? To make it feel better?" He asks gently and you shrug not knowing what could make it better.

"Not really."

"Can I give you a hug? I give really good hugs you know." He offers gently and that's something you can't say no to.

Jonghos hugs are always comforting and they feel safe and that's what you need right now. Comfort and a safe place so you nod at him and he is quick to bring you in for a hug. Hugging you tightly as he kisses the side of your temple.

"It's okay to be sad love, you can let it out." He murmurs and you can feel the tears fall from your eyes as you hide your face in the crook of his neck, hugging him back just as tight.

Jongho holds you for however long you need, only ever pulling back when he feels you moving indicating you feel that you have had enough. You stand there for a good 10 minutes as you cry and snivel into his shirt and when you break the hug you try and clean his shirt to which he tells you it's okay and not to worry about it, he can always throw it in the wash later he says.

"Was there anything at work that made you feel even worse?" He asks and you nod.

"Yeah I couldn't find some meat for an order but when I asked last Friday I understood it as the kitchen was taking care of that and the potatoes and I didn't have to do anything. But apparently that was wrong of me to think when that's what she said when I asked her. And then I couldn't find it at first so I looked every where over and over, I looked in the meat fridge, the freezer, the vegetable fridge like everywhere! And I could feel her growing annoyed with me, mentioning that I should have said something during Friday if I couldn't find it and you know then she found it two seconds later when she started searching because it was under the cheese but in that basket it looked like it was only cheese and I don't know it just felt like I made a huge mistake because I misunderstood what she meant and then I personally felt like she was annoyed when I tried to explain why I thought she meant that way." You ramble on and you're not entirely sure Jongho understands the situation but he nods nonetheless.

"Well, if she said that the kitchen takes care of it she should have specified what exactly or just told you that this particular thing they didn't take care of so you'd know. I wouldn't say that's something to blame on you my love. This whole thing where you're packing orders, it's a lot, it's easy to miss a product when they arrive with a bunch of other things and I'd say it's logical that you'd assume there was only cheese in that basket. And you guys fixed it before that order had to go out right?" He asks and you nod as you wipe a tear from your cheek. "Then there is no reason for her to be annoyed. Yes, perhaps it is annoying and scary of not knowing what to do if you're missing something and the time the order is going out is soon but at the same time we're all humans and we can all make mistakes. Wasn't this the same person who by mistake put the wrong date on one order and then on another put too little of the food they had actually ordered?"

"It was." You mumble looking down and Jonghos hand goes to gently grasp your chin to make you look at him.

"Then it is not the end of the world. Even the sun has spots, we all make mistakes that's what makes us humans and now both of you have learned something from this situation. I can promise you that she's not annoyed at you and if she is that's a very dumb reason to be." He tells you and you nod leaning in to hug him again which he gladly lets you do, allowing his arms to come around you once more.

"How about we have a cozy evening you and I? You go and hop into the shower, you can sit under the scalding hot water and I run down to the supermarket and buy your favorite ice cream and snacks and drinks and then when I get back I can join you in the shower for a bit to relax under the warm water, you know we can sit and cuddle under the stream. Then when we get out we'll get dressed in our warm pajamas and fluffy socks and we'll order pizza and watch Pongo or something. Would that make it slightly better?" He asks as he leans his head on yours and you nod.

"I'd like that."

"Then that's what we'll do. And if you still feel sad I can help you call in sick tomorrow and we'll spend our entire day tomorrow cuddling together."

"You'd do that for me?" You glance up towards him and you find him looking at you with adoring eyes.

"I'd do anything for you my love."

"Thank you Jongho, I really needed to hear that after today. I don't know, I feel so bad for feeling so sad and all." You tell him sniffling.

"Don't feel bad, sometimes we just need to allow ourselves to feel sad, the only important thing is we talk to someone about it and don't let ourselves stay in the negative feeling for too long. Sadness is sometimes a good thing as well but for now we'll focus on making it less intense, it doesn't have to go away entirely just less intense so we can enjoy ourselves together." He says earnestly before giving your tearstained cheek a kiss.

"I love you so much."

"I love you more. Now go get into the shower, I'll join you once I'm back from shopping and then we will just cuddle the night away."

He gently pushes you towards the bathroom with a smile as he goes to put on his shoes, telling you he won't be gone too long. You can't help but feel a bit calmer after speaking to him, the sadness still present but not as overwhelming as it's been since you woke up early this morning.

And perhaps after today, it will only be a small pool of sadness within you as love takes its place in the form of your loving boyfriend and all the things he does for you.

[graysonfics]

1.

the first time you feel xaden’s shadows is during battle brief. you’re mid conversation with ridoc and you laugh a little too loudly at one of his jokes. your smile fades when you feel the possessive curl of a shadow around your waist, but it’s gone as soon as you register what just happened.

“are you good?” ridoc’s looking at you with an uncertain look. “i lost you for a minute there.”

“i’m fine.” you brush it off, but the glance you steal at xaden when class starts reveals him smirking behind his hand.

2.

it doesn’t happen again for a few weeks, just long enough for you to forget about the battle brief incident. you’re walking with violet and rhiannon to your next class, the tower of books in your hands making your day incredibly difficult.

“do you really need all of those?” rhiannon notices you’re struggling to keep them balanced.

“i stopped by the library this morning and didn’t have time to go back to my room.” you try to shift the weight of the books and nearly drop all of them in the process.

“here, let us help.” violet reaches out to halve your stack, but you aren’t prepared and two books topple from the top your pile.

just as you’re about to pick them up, shadows wrap around their bindings and carefully lift them back into your arms.

as the three of you gape at the books you’re now holding, xaden passes you in the hallway.

“thanks.” you say to him, unable to stop the heat that’s beginning to seep into your cheeks.

“keep your reading light, (y/l/n).” he chastises without stopping, leaving you and your friends to stare after him in utter shock.

“okay, that was hot.” rhiannon’s the first to break the silence and the three of you burst into a fit of giggles as you continue on your way to the class you’re definitely going to be late for.

3.

after your last interaction with xaden, it’s safe to say he’s been on your mind. how can someone so infuriating be so sexy to you? all he has to do is look in your direction and you turn into a bumbling fool.

you fit in fantasising about your wingleader around training for your challenge, and soon you’re stepping onto the mat to face someone who is definitely going to beat you to a pulp.

you try to remember everything rhiannon’s been teaching you, but as soon as the girl launches for you it all flies out of the window. she puts you on your back a few times, but you quickly learn that she isn’t as fast as you. by some miracle, you manage to counter her and slip in between her legs. her surprise gives you time to jump onto her back and force her to the ground with three fingers curled into the pressure point on her neck. she yields in two seconds.

as you try to catch your breath, you feel the caress of a shadow against your blistering cheek. spinning on your heel, you’re met with onyx eyes.

4.

that night, you find xaden in the courtyard. it’s late and there’s a chill in the air, and there’s many reasons for you to go back to bed and pretend you don’t see him sitting out here alone, but you’re drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

“you shouldn’t be out here.” he doesn’t bother to look at you.

“how did you know it was me?” you ignore him and sit down.

“my shadows sensed you.” you can’t tell if he’s joking, but you choose not to question it.

“your shadows seem to like me,” you notice that his lips tilt up into a smirk that disappears as quickly as it comes. “they’re always finding me.”

“i wouldn’t know anything about that.”

you snort, shaking your head in amusement. a shiver runs through your body and you try to hide it from xaden, but he’s quick to wrap you up in his shadows. you look down at the dark blanket and smile.

“thanks.”

“don’t mention it.”

you sit with xaden until he deems it’s too cold to stay out. he doesn’t walk you to your door, but he brushes your lips with a small shadow before you part.

5.

“i won’t tell you again, barlowe. but because i’m feeling nice, how about you decide to fuck off before i make you?”

jack mutters something under his breath but knows better than to challenge xaden. he stalks off, leaving you with your wingleader.

“you didn’t have to do that,” you tell him. “i had it under control.”

“did you? because from where i was standing it looked like he was being a dick and you were letting him.”

“why do you care anyway?” you argue petulantly.

“because my shadows like you.”

the smile he gives you almost turns your legs into jelly. he’s about to say something else, but bodhi comes running over and the moment passes quicker than you’d like it to.

it isn’t until you politely take your leave that you feel a shadow kiss your cheek in goodbye.

[hypernova-writes]

Hiii, idk if its late rn but i wanted to ask if you could write some smut with my big boy heavy...meaby regarding like the 7th comic (i love his beard hihi, also like some lingerie kinda of kink 👉👈) possibly a f. reader, take you time hun! ❣

LISTEN WHEN I TELL YOU HOW FERAL I GOT SEEING HEAVY WITH A BEARDDDD. I looked to one of my friends (I was at work on break reading the comic btw) and was like "I need to give him children." With no context 😭 AND FUCK IT WE MAKING HER PLUS SIZED CAUSE RAHHH–

Heavy x Reader: A little Lovin'

You sigh as you looked in the mirror, Heavy and you had just settled back hone after visiting Jeremy and the others for Christmas.

And for some reason...you were feeling down.

While you were in Boston, you went out shopping with your sisters in law, specifically Zhanna as you were the closest with her. She saw you eyeing the lingerie while the two of you were shopping for coats.

"You want to impress Mikhail, don't you?" She asked and you sheepishly nodded. "Is it that obvious?" You ask and she nods.

"As obvious as a polar bear in the Amazon. You know he loves you right?"

"I know..I know but—" You yelped as Zhanna shoved it into your arms. You knew that look in her eyes. No arguing with her, you weren't gonna get anywhere.

So that's how you ended up, sitting infront of the mirror in your home, Mikhail had yet to return home yet, as he was out spending time with Ludwig for the day.

You looked at how this piece fit you, hugging all of your curves, showing everything and hiding very little.

You sighed softly, would he really like this? Would he really find you attractive? You place your hands on your lower stomach, running your hands along the fabric, You were so mixed up in your own head that you didn't hear when Mikhail came back in.

"(Y/n). I have returned." He called out first, slowly starting to get concerned when he didn't hear you call back. You'd usually call out to him, and walk to greet him at the door. He walked in your shared bedroom and was about to call to you when his breath caught in his throat.

He looked over at you, looking at yourself in the mirror. He could tell that you were judging himself, judging the body that he loved to hold at night.

He finally locked eyes with you, chuckling as he heard your gasp.

"Now what is this?..A surprise for me?" He walks up behind you and wraps his arms around you. His hands rubbing against the fabric and your stomach.

"Is my little cub judging herself?."

"...is it obvious?.."

"Very."

You sigh as you lean into his grasp, "i just think that I'm not enough..or..that im too big.." You finally let put and you can only hear him hum in response before he moved around to your front.

He admired the lingerie on you before gentle pushing you to lay on your back. You yelped as you were pulled to the edge of the bed, and your legs were spread gently by him.

"Seems like I have to remind you of how much you mean to me."

You blushed as he ripped open the bottoms, you whine "Mikhail..i just bought these."

"So? I can buy you ten pairs." He says as he pulled you closer, you could feel the hairs of his beard tickling your inner thigh before you finally felt his tongue brush against your clit.

You let a soft moan slip past your lips, you squirm and move, gripping the bed sheets as he ups his motions.

His hands tightened around your thighs as he urged you to squeeze those luscious thighs around his head.

You begin grinding against his face, soft whines and moans beginning to fall from your lips.

"M-mikhail..baby~.."

"Shh. Enjoy, you forget how much i love your body." He says only pulling away for a bit before diving back in, his nose bumping against your clit as his tongue delved into your cunt.

You arched your back, maybe your were needy or Mikhail was just doing heavenly work, because you could feel your orgasm rushing forward.

"Mik..I..i—"

"Go ahead, Don't hold back."

Squeezing your legs around his head, you cry out his name, grinding against his face as you slowly come down from your high.

Your boyfriend slowly rose up from your trembling body with a small smirk on his face.

"Don't think we are done, my love. I'm going to worship you until you remember how much I love you."

[not-magdi]

-a deal‘s a deal pt. 2 / ben shelton

Warnings: none :)

Word count: 850

Reading time: 3 min

Requested: no

MASTERLIST PART ONE

Ben could barely contain his excitement as he stood outside the restaurant, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He had been on plenty of dates before, but this one felt different. He had spent way too much time picking out his outfit, making sure he looked effortlessly put together—dark jeans, a fitted black button-up with the sleeves rolled up just enough to show off his forearms.

But none of it compared to the way his breath caught in his throat when Magdi finally arrived.

She stepped out of the car, wearing a simple yet elegant dress that fell just above her knees. It wasn’t overly fancy, but on her, it might as well have been a designer gown. Ben had always thought she looked good in her physio uniform, but this was something else entirely.

“You’re staring,” Y/N said, a teasing lilt in her voice.

Ben shook himself out of his daze, grinning. “Can you blame me?”

She rolled her eyes, but he could see the slight blush creeping onto her cheeks.

He opened the door for her, leading her inside the cozy, dimly lit restaurant he had carefully chosen. It wasn’t too extravagant—just intimate enough to feel special but still casual enough that Y/N wouldn’t feel pressured.

They were seated at a corner table, away from the main bustle of the restaurant. As soon as they sat down, Ben leaned forward on his elbows, smirking. “So… on a scale of one to ten, how surprised are you that I actually pulled this off?”

Y/N huffed a laugh, shaking her head. “Honestly? I’d say about an eight. I really didn’t think you’d go through all that trouble to win a date with me.”

Ben raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

She shrugged, reaching for her menu. “I mean, you could have had anyone. You didn’t have to make a bet just to get a date.”

Ben frowned slightly, tilting his head. “Yeah, but I wanted you.” His voice was casual, but the sincerity in his eyes was impossible to miss. “And I knew if I just asked normally, you’d probably keep saying no.”

Y/N bit her lip, avoiding his gaze for a second. She wasn’t used to someone being this upfront with her—especially him.

“Besides,” Ben continued, nudging her foot under the table. “I like a challenge.”

She let out a breathy laugh. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You’ll learn to love it,” he teased.

They ordered their food, and as the evening went on, the conversation flowed effortlessly. They talked about everything and nothing—their careers, their favorite travel spots, random childhood stories. Ben made sure to throw in a few playful remarks, enjoying the way Y/N laughed more freely as the night went on.

At one point, she shook her head, smiling. “I’ll admit, this is a lot more fun than I thought it would be.”

Ben pressed a hand to his chest, feigning offense. “You thought it wouldn’t be fun? Y/N, I’m hurt.”

She rolled her eyes. “I just meant… I wasn’t sure what to expect. But you’re actually kind of—”

Ben leaned in slightly, smirking. “Go on.”

Y/N huffed, looking away dramatically. “—kind of charming.”

Ben grinned. “Kind of? I’ll take it.”

By the time they finished their meal, the atmosphere between them had shifted. It was lighter, warmer—like something had clicked into place.

As they walked outside, the cool night air wrapped around them. Ben stuffed his hands into his pockets, glancing at Y/N. “So… does this mean I get a second date?”

She pretended to think about it, making a humming noise. “Hmm… I don’t know. I did only agree to one.”

Ben scoffed. “Oh, come on. You had a good time, admit it.”

She smirked. “Maybe.”

Ben groaned dramatically, but he couldn’t stop the grin tugging at his lips.

They reached her car, and for the first time that night, a small silence settled between them. Not awkward—just charged.

Ben took a step closer, his voice softer now. “I had fun tonight.”

Y/N nodded. “Me too.”

For a second, he hesitated. He wanted to kiss her—badly—but he also didn’t want to push too far.

So instead, he reached out and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, letting his fingers linger for just a second longer than necessary.

Y/N’s breath hitched, and when she looked up at him, there was something unreadable in her expression.

Ben smiled. “Guess I’ll just have to win another tournament for that second date.”

Y/N let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “Guess so.”

She got into her car, and Ben watched as she drove off, the small grin never leaving his face.

Yeah. He was definitely winning his next tournament.

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