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bangchansgirlsblog · 4 months

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Hello I love your writing so much

Could I please request for 9th member reader who didn't come from the healthiest families and she's very sensitive, keeps to herself when the boys ask her about it. However once she and chan get into an argument about her coping mechanisms and in his anger he gives her the silent treatment (for about a week?) And finally she break down in front of one of the other members, telling them about how her mother would always give her the silent treatment and she was never encouraged to express herself etc... and the boys all comfort her?

Thank you so much!!

Toxic traits.

Warning: Angst, crying, panic attack, mean Chan

Summary: as requested ^

Pairing: reader x Ot8

“Y/n?” The voice sounded like it was distant. She could barely hear but how could she? The painful ring in her ear blocked out everything around her.

“Y/n? You okay?” Hyunjin asked her again trying to get her out of her trance.

“Yeah-yeah,” her voice is caught in a crack. The hot feeling of tears starts to build up. “I’m fine, where are the rest of the boys?” She cleared her throat and put her bag down.

“They went to get some coffee, I told them I would wait here for you. Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked one last time to be certain. He could sense her vibe was off but yet again it was Y/n. She was the most mysterious yet energetic person you could come across. Oh? And she’s the youngest.

“Yes I’m fine Hyun, we should head for practice. We don’t want to keep the boys waiting,” she gave him another comforting smile before grabbing her bag once again and making their way to the JYP building.

The walk was quiet. Her thoughts were currently running haywire as she tried to peace everything together but she knew today wasn’t going to be a good day. The argument she had with her father still played in her head.

“So, what do you have in your schedules today?” Hyunjin interrupted her thoughts trying to ease the tension in the air.

“I just have dance practice with you guys then I get a break and you?”

“I have a photo shoot later after practice, kinda cliché themed.” Y/n giggle at this. Hyunjin gave himself a pat on the back for making her laugh.

“Well, I hope stay don’t make fun of you because that’ll be more memes coming out,”

“Yeah, yeah, as long as I rock the outfit no one can bring me down,” he flexed his biceps earning a gag sound from the manknae.

“Hyunjin that’s gross,” she rolled her eyes as they both entered the studio to find the boys stretching. They all said their “hello’s” and started their practice off.

“Y/n get your head in the game,” Leeknow scolded her. She had been messing up a lot today and now that they were halfway through, she hadn’t gotten anything done causing the whole group to get lost.

“I’m trying okay?” She snapped back at him. Han’s neck snapped in their direction as he looked at her in disbelief.

“Don’t snap at him like that, his older than you,” Han joined in the scolding. Y/n was tired and frustrated now. She couldn’t deal with them hopping on her back.

“Okay whatever,” she walked away from the both of them and sat on the floor by her bag trying to look for her water bottle. The boys were looking at her from a far trying to figure what was bothering her today.

“Hey Y/n?” I.N finally gave in and sat besides her to check in.

“Yes I.N?” She replied in her soft tone.

“You okay? You’ve been messing up all day-“

That was all she needed. That little push to throw her off the edge. Her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and she stood up still facing I.N. Her anger was at a 10 and she couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“I’m fine okay?! What is wrong with all of you?! Don’t you see I’m trying?! Can’t you leave me alone for once?! Why does it seem like whatever I do is a problem-“

“Y/n. Out. Now.” Chan’s loud voice shook the room quite literally. She stormed off to stand outside by the door. Trying to keep her cool but she couldn’t.

“Don’t you see this is a waste of time? You’re a girl! You won’t survive in this industry!”

“But dad I- the boys got me. We’re making it-“

“Those boys will soon leave you just like your mum did. You’re pathetic and a waste of space. You don’t even bring anything to the table!” Her father’s voice was loud through the phone.

“Why won’t you let me to what I want for once?” She begged.

“Because! I spent my whole life working my butt off to provide for you and now look at you? You’ve basically become a stripper”

“Dad don’t say that-“

“Well it’s the truth.”

Her father’s words echoed in her ears. She felt helpless. She felt useless. She felt disgusted by herself.

“What was that?” Chan storms out the room. He was angry. It was obvious.

“Nothing-“

“What is wrong with you? What’s your problem? You’ve been so moody all day and whenever we ask you what’s wrong cause we know damn well we didn’t do anything wrong, you start acting bratty,”

“Chan I was just trying to-“

“No, I don’t want to hear it. You will go in there and apologize. Understood?”

“Chan! You never listen to me. Your always taking their side,” she snapped at him.

“I know damn well you aren’t taking to me like that. I’ve given you time and time again to come talk to me but you crush it off and decide to be a bitch to everyone. So don’t even say I don’t listen to you-“

“I’m not being a bitch, I just want to be alone,”

“Okay then be alone. Stop bringing everyone down just cause you can’t deal with you problems, you better go apologize to everyone and you can head home,” the tears in her eyes started to fall once he left.

Maybe she indeed was the problem. Maybe she needed to learn a way to cope with her feelings. Maybe she just needed to shut up.

She slowly took steps back into the studio and everyone turned to look at her.

“I’m sorry if I snapped at any of you, I won’t do it again,” her sobs were heard. They were so painful to hear that even Chan was so close to stopping her and pulling her into a hug. He felt so bad but he knew he had to stand on business.

At first Chan thought that maybe her silent treatment would last a day or two but it dragged and it continued to drag till it was the 1 week stamp.

He grew worried because he wasn’t not just talking to him but she wasn’t talking at all. She would only say hello and then continue with her day. Not even talking to managers or staff.

She would just nod or say small” thanks you’s” or “goodbyes”. It was almost like the fight he had with her shut her up completely and this was eating him up.

The stress of the VMA’s performance coming up and having to deal with his members made everything 10x harder to cope with.

“She hasn’t been eating,” Changbin informs Chan who lets out a frustrated sigh. “Should I just talk to her? Maybe that’ll fix things,”

“She’s so mad, she won’t talk to anyone. Even I.N,” this caused Han and Changbin to gasp.

“They’re like bestfriends, it’s like they were never separated at birth. What do you mean he won’t talk to her?” Han asked.

“He came to me in tears yesterday because he attempted to get her to talk but she shut him down immediately,”

“Then you’re going to have to fix this Chan. She needs you even though she hasn’t said it. Maybe it’s something deeper than your fight,”

“I know that for certain Hyunjin but how can I talk to her when she keeps avoiding me and walking away,”

“Just go to the gardens,” Felix suggested.

Chan hadn’t thought about it and quickly gave a hug to Felix who he praised for a bit and run to the gardens.

There she was. Sat feeding ducklings. She had a soft smile on her face. Her cheekbones were becoming visible because of the lack of food and the stress of the shows coming up.

“Y/n?” He said while making his way to her. She remained still and quiet. Continuing to feed the ducks.

“Can we talk please?” Silence. “Look I’m sorry. I’m getting worried and you not being able to talk to me means that there’s something deeper going on. Can you talk to me please? I’ll shut up and listen.”

“My dad,” she sat up and looked over to him. Chan in disbelief after hearing her voice after so long. “My dad wants me to go back home,”

“What? What? He can’t do that. We’re a team. We’re your family,”

“I never told you about him because of how toxic he is Chan, he won’t leave me alone until I’m home. Where he can control me.”

“But your legal and you’re on a contract-“

“He doesn’t care Chan,” she looked up at him. The tears in her eyes started to pour like rain. Chan’s eyes soften as he grabbed her and pulled her into his arms.

“I won’t let him take you. Over my dead body.” Was all he said as she continued to sob.

“I’m so scared. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you Oppa,”

“Shhhh. It’s okay my love. It’s fine. You did now.”

He continued to comfort her until she could calm down. A constant apology left her mouth. Chan didn’t want an apology he just wanted to protect her and he knew the only way he could talk to her was if she had calmed down.

“Have you eaten?” He asked her knowing the answer. He just didn’t want to make it seem like he was tracking her consumption.

“I’m not hungry,” her face was squashed against his chest making the words come out a little muffled.

“You are. You’ve lost so much weight. Let’s go buy you some ramen and we can talk okay? How does that sound?”

“That’s okay Chan. I’m ready to talk.”

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abbyromanoff · 4 months

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hellloo🤗 i was wondering if u could do a 1850s natasha x f!reader based on ivy by taylor swift. kinda like where nat is a nurse or something and reader is a housewife. nat wants reader to herself. kinda like emily dickinson and sue gilbert from dickinson?

IVY

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 1124

WARNINGS: death, nat kills someone but not in a dark way, talks of witch craft, cheating, think that’s really all :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“Will he be okay, Nat?” She sighed, grabbing your hand and leading you to a more secluded area. You gulped nervously, your eyes falling around the building to spot if anyone else would have sighting of your shared encounter.

“You’re worrying me, what’s wrong with him?” She rubbed your arms soothingly, bringing you in for a quick, soft kiss before resting her forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry, love, I’m afraid the wound is too great to heal. It’s spread throughout his body and is infecting him. The doctors have tried removing it but there’s only a slim chance he can survive, and even then he would live a life of deep pain and suffering.” You bit your lip, removing yourself from her hold and turning, unable to let Nat see the tears that threatened to escape. You never loved him, that was known to her, but she understood your grievance.

“He was a good man, he didn’t deserve this.” That was a lie, and the bruises often marking your body only proved so. Nat would never tell you her lips turned upwards when hearing the news, but deep down you knew she was thrilled. This could be your one chance to escape with her through the woods to the small cabin she had spent her free time building for you. It was the one of your dreams, and your husband never cared to listen, stating he was too busy to build. But Nat wasn’t, she devoted the time she did not have to making everything and anything your heart desired, and she guessed watching her father working tirelessly building homes for others helped her learn a few steps.

“It may be best to say your goodbyes now before it is much too late.”

The following day you decided to visit your husband who awaited his time, he knew he didn’t have long, but he refused to admit it to himself. Flowers were held in your hand from your garden, despite the fact that he never cared to even notice them. Everything you worked hard for he lacked to notice, but you grew used to it.

But what you didn’t expect to walk in on was Nat silencing his screams, and her needle ripping the stitches the doctor performed on. Your eyes widened, and you dropped the petaled object in hand, the action catching her ear as she turned quickly, copying your position the moment she saw your figure.

“Y/N..”

“You’re- you’re killing him! How could you?” You rushed over to the man, and Nat worried your noises would alert the few other nurses or doctors. When you reached for him, you felt his heart slowing to a stop, and you assumed Nat had been putting him through this for longer than you had seen.

“He wished to die, Y/N. It hurt him too much to even breathe, and he begged me to take his life, so I did. I’m sorry.” Your tears began to fall onto his now warm skin, you did not want to feel it when he was cold and empty.

“I just- I can’t believe he’s actually gone.”

“I know, I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” She was taken aback when you wrapped your arms around her figure, desperately searching for comfort that you could only receive from her.

“Take me away from this, please, I can’t handle it.” That night she brought you to your home, allowing you to gather your belongings in secrecy. People hadn’t quite yet heard of the death of your husband, but your sudden departure would cause awful suspicion from the townsmen. So, you decided that this would be the last time your presence was spotted in this town, and you were to run off with the love of your life.

“Do you need any help with that?” Nat stood in the doorway of your bedroom, the one you used to share with your now-late partner.

“I’m almost done, I’m only gathering essentials.”

“Really? I took a few pieces of furniture as well, I’ve never been able to afford any of this.” You chuckled, stalking towards her and pressing a kiss to her sweet lips, the action bringing you a quick relief. When she was with you, holding you, kissing you, making love to you, everything seemed to fade away until it was only the two of you left.

“You’re the most important thing in my life, Y/N. I can not even imagine losing you.” You smiled, resting your head on her shoulder as she embraced you in a warm hug, causing you to melt in her hold.

“I have a surprise for you, darling.” Your face lit up, and her heart skipped a beat at the sight.

“Follow me when you are done packing, I have a place for the two of us to stay.”

Less than an hour later you were both scavenging through the woods, giggles leaving both of your lips as you ran, the leaves teasing your ankles as your hand was held by her.

“Okay, it’s right over here.” You both stopped, and she came up behind you with a smirk, her hands coming to cover your eyes as she led you forward. Even in the dark, she knew where to lead you, and you followed, trusting that she would never bring you into danger.

“And open!” You gasped when spotting the small building, and words seemed to fail to gather in your mind. It was beautiful, everything you had ever dreamed of, and everything you confined her in.

“It’s…beautiful. I can’t even believe it,”

“Well, believe it, because this is our new home.” She gripped the sides of your waist softly, pecking your cheek and lifting each item into her arms with ease, her strength always seemed to interest you.

“Here we can grow old together, just like we always wanted. I have a garden for you out back, so you can grow all the vegetables and flowers you wish. There’s a lake not far from here that I promise to bring you to any time I can, and there we can make love on the soft grass while the water sways in the wind. We can marry there, even if it may not be legally, I will still consider you my wife. I want to spend every waking moment with you here, and I will never wish to leave you, my love. So, Y/N, will you take my hand in marriage, and join me as my lover for all eternity? In sickness and in hell, I want you under all circumstances. And even in death, I will be with you, in every universe.”

And in every universe, you two found your way together, just like she promised.

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gtgbabie0 · 1 year

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can i request leon x reader where he comes back from his mission in spain, and reader takes care of his wounds and does his skincare in order to help him relax? (maybe leon falling asleep with his head on reader's lap?) our poor little angel had been through so much back then

i love your writings btww, you give such a nice comforting atmosphere to everything you write. keep up the good work!!!🥹🥹🤍

Home is with you

{Leon comes home to you}

Thank you sm lovely!! Hope you enjoy! 💕

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Leon hates this part of returning home, the weird feeling of detachment, it’s like emotional whiplash and there's still adrenaline that lingers in his bones leaving him on high alert, and every tiny noise in the house is suddenly a threat.

He’s quiet, still trying to digest the events he’s not long gone through, still fresh in his mind, as he tries his best to separate himself from his work, a front he has to put on to lessen the pain he’s just endured.

You look over at him, he’s sitting at the end of the bed shirtless with a first aid kit in front of him, “Here let me help” you say shuffling to sit behind him.

You study the purple and blue of his bruises that bloom under his skin, the grazes and cuts that drag along his back, it’s a painful sight that leaves a blocky feeling in the back of your throat.

“You don’t have to sweetheart” he whispers, his voice so quiet that you almost miss it.

You press a gentle kiss to his shoulder making sure to be careful of his wounds, and Leon wants nothing more than to wrap himself in your warmth, “I want to, I'll be careful” You smile and he doesn’t reply, he can’t find the energy to so instead he hands you the first aid kit.

You’re as careful as you can be, cleaning the blood from the small cut that travels along his upper back, and he hisses through his teeth at the stinging sensation as you clean his wound.

“I didn’t think I’d make it back,” he says taking a deep breath as you continue to attend to his cuts, “I was scared of leaving you alone, didn’t want you to go through that” he tries to hold back the tears that build up in his eyes, he wasn’t scared of dying, it came with the job, but the thought leaving you alone scared him more than anything.

You don’t know what to say, through everything he’s been through he was still thinking of you, his biggest strength yet biggest weakness.

“You’re home now, safe, and that’s all that matters,” you say, shifting to sit in front of him, your hand cups his cheek and love blooms within his chest, a warm feeling, you’re my home, he thinks basking in the softest of your hand against his skin.

He nods, his eyes trailing over your face, and his head falls to your shoulder with a sigh, you can’t even begin to imagine how tired he must be and you know these first couple of weeks are going to be hard, the harrowing adjustment he has to make.

You play with the ends of his hair that sit against his neck as he cries into your shirt, the fabric dampening slightly, he doesn’t know what he’d do without you.

"You're going to be okay Leon, I promise we'll get through this together" you swear to him as his arms slightly tighten around you, he never wants to let you go.

You let him cry onto your shoulder, your fingers gently weaving through his hair hoping it might bring him some comfort, as he sits there replaying the events in his head over and over again, and questions of 'what if' invade his thoughts.

You stay like that until his crying comes to a steady stop, and he regains control of his slightly erratic breathing.

“Let me go get something real quick” you whisper and he sits up, your hand brushing his hair away from his eyes, noticing his teary eyelashes, “I’ll be quick,” you say pressing a kiss to his forehead he nods watching as you walk into the bathroom, gathering some moisturiser.

He smiles when you walk back into the bedroom, noticing the lotion, it’s the one you always use, it's light not too heavy and smells just like you.

"You're spoiling me" he chuckles, and you're so glad to hear the sweet noise escape him.

"You deserve it, and much more," you tell him with a loving smile.

He watches as you sit back down on the bed, crossed-legged in front of him, you open the small tub before collecting some of the product on your fingers, “It’s a little cold” you warn him as you apply the cream gently to his cheek, fingers smoothing over his face.

His eyes close as you continue to apply the cream, “I missed you so much” he whispers, your thumb grazing against his cheek as you lean into him pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

You gently massage the face cream into his skin, careful of the bruise that blooms on his jaw, and you notice the beauty mark that sits beside his nose, so stupidly handsome.

“I missed you too, so so much,” you tell him, leaning into him as you steal his supple lips into a loving kiss, and the feeling grounds him, he's finally home.

You put away the small face cream tub before laying back against the headboard of the bed, patting your thighs, "Come here" you whisper as he lays his head down against them, your hands running through his hair.

He doesn’t want to sleep, he fears what might wait for him, scared that when he wakes up you’ll be gone, but you can see how tired he is, the exhaustion that settles within his eyes.

“Sleep baby, I’ll still be here when you wake up I promise,” you tell him and he believes you, as you drape the knitted throw blanket over his shoulders, he allows himself to drift off into a dreamless sleep because you make him feel so safe.

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m-ayo-o · 7 months

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the beach episode

18+ explicit sex // 21+ Megumi wc 1100 selfshiptember; 29

basically jiro and akari's scene - i needed it to be finished ugh

While you and Megumi were watching the sun set over the ocean, sitting on the cool sand of the deserted beach, you couldn’t help getting wrapped up in the romance of the moment. Unable to wait for the privacy of your hotel room, your lips connected in a hot kiss, his hands roaming over your body.

So when you heard your friends approaching while his fingers were down your bikini bottoms, nudging your clit, you dashed to the nearest building in sight.

Luckily the door was open– so you climbed into the little storeroom under the lifeguard’s hut, your bodies squished together.

But now you’re cramped in this tiny wooden room, no bigger than a cupboard, you’re really struggling to keep your mouth shut.

You hear Nobara and Yuji from outside, sounding confused and concerned as they search for the two of you.

Meanwhile, Megumi is under you, his pupils getting wider the more he stares at your body in that little bikini.

And you’re in a similar position, arousal pooling in your stomach now your legs are spread over him, feeling his growing erection grazing your entrance.

You’re struggling to hold your body up, your hands losing traction on the wood, until you suddenly slip and land on his lap.

“Oh… fuck” he mutters under his breath.

You can hear the other two pause their chatting from outside, seemingly listening.

So you push your hand over his mouth, making him let out ragged breaths through his nose while you wait.

You can barely hear them stepping around the building with your pulse hammering in your ears and through your body. You can feel it thumping especially hard where Megumi’s tip is pressing.

You hold your breaths for a moment longer, then realise your friends have started walking away. You sigh with relief and start to sit up to exit the tiny storeroom, but Megumi seems to have other ideas as his hands find the small of your back, keeping you seated on him.

“Don’t– don’t get up” he’s kind of embarrassed with how turned on he is right now, and he’s not ready to step outside just yet.

So he brings you down over him again, the slight drag of his hips causing heat to curl through your core.

He stares up at you for a moment, a blush creeping over his cheeks, nearly panting from the heat and arousal, and starts moving your body over his erection.

“M–mm–” you stifle a moan, feeling him almost push through his shorts into you. It makes you realise just how horny he is, and that there’s no way this kind of full, thick erection will go away by itself.

He gives you a long, purposeful thrust, making him let out a choked moan of your name.

He breathes out, looking pained.

“Can I fuck you?”

His question makes your hips quiver, grinding over him without thinking, only making it harder for him.

“M-Megumi, w-we can’t, we’ll get caught,” your voice trembles as he works your body over his.

He groans, continuing his motions, temporarily satisfied with the relief your clothed pussy is giving him.

He knows as well as you that there’s a pretty high chance of getting caught– the wooden frame of the building does nothing to muffle your little whimpers and groans. But he needs it so bad.

“Oh god– let me, just– ah fuck–” his grinding has reached a peak, near enough impaling you through the two thin pieces of material.

You hesitate again, biting your lip and gripping onto his shoulders.

“Please, y/n,” he lets out another moan through heavy breaths, “please let me fuck you”

You swear you’ve never seen him so desperate. If he wants something, he’ll usually work for it, quietly and carefully building you up till you can’t say no.

But now, he’s near enough begging. And that, luckily for him, is having the same effect.

You move your hand down and drag your skimpy bikini bottoms to the side, making him moan and sigh just from the sight of you.

“Oh fuck– y/n–” he tugs down his shorts impatiently, pushing up into you and sinking in, “ohhh fuck–”

He’s so worked up from humping your clothed heat for so long that his erection is throbbing hard and ready to burst.

“Yes– ugh, yeah, let me inside you, please–” you sit on his lap and take him all the way back, your eyes rolling up when you feel him deep.

“That’s fucking– ugh– so fucking tight–” he’s an absolute mess, thrusting sloppily and guiding you up and down his length with a strong grip on your hips, your wetness coating his thighs to make the most obscene, sticky noises.

“Fuck– princess, you’re, ahh– you’re so fucking good to me,” he tugs at your ass cheeks now, spreading you further and somehow getting deeper, “letting me fuck you like this.”

He keeps running his mouth, losing his breath and having to focus on lifting your body up and down, over and over, watching your tits bounce in his face with every thrust.

You’re so glad you let him have you, now you can see that needy, pussy drunk expression on his face. Even if you are caught, it’d be totally worth it just to see him like this.

You start moving your hips in tandem with his, eager to chase your release as you feel him relentlessly hitting your g-spot, working you ever closer.

“That’s it– ohh, fuck me, baby, I’m– fuck, I’m so close–” he almost whines as his hips start moving faster, now lifting you off his lap with each hard fuck.

“C-can you cum for me?” He asks shakily, the hot white pleasure nearly consuming him.

“Y-yes– Megumiii–” a few more thrusts is all it takes.

“Fuck– yeah, I can f-feel you–” he moans as you ride him, squeezing and spilling all over his length, watching his abs clench up.

“I’m– o-ohh, fuck– yes, baby, ride me– yeah like that, please– fuck–” he moans and cums hard till you’re full and leaking, your combined juices dripping all over his lower stomach.

He slides you off his cock and makes you swear to forget how much of a mess he was for you, claiming he was just excited to do it outside.

But you know what got him so needy tonight. It wasn’t the location or your forced proximity– he’s used to that.

You know it was your body in that tight, hot bikini. Just looking at you served as foreplay, getting him ready to fuck all day long.

You can definitely have some fun with this, now knowing how easy it is to get him begging.

[ahh use protection]

selfshiptember 29!! [one more..!]

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spiriteddreams · 1 year

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satisfied to run

Pairing: Dan Heng x Reader Warnings: angst, no comfort, hurtful words -> realizing you love someone when they leave trope Word Count: ~1.5k A/N: shoutout to @chickynuggy115 for beta reading and getting me to post lol

He will never be satisfied, and you think that this is the hardest part about loving someone who will always yearn for more. It is like chasing after the stars, only for them to blink out of existence before you can cup it in your hands and bring it close to your heart. He flees from your touch like it is a game, but a game he is completely unaware of, which makes it all the harder to come to terms with.

Dan Heng runs from a past that clings to him in the form of your physical presence and the memories that linger in his mind. There are things he has done that he is un-proud of, a history that will haunt and hunt him down for as long as he lives. Then there’s you. He stays close but keeps his distance, never once indulging anyone about his past and should you make an off handed joke, you’ll risk another day of cold shoulders and brushed aside concerns.

He finds himself caught in a dilemma of wanting to push you away but still keeping you within an arm’s reach. All he has ever wanted was to run from “home.” He doesn't think he’ll ever forget the sight of eyes filled with hatred that bore into his back as he turned away and boarded ship after ship. You were there. You always have been. You clung to his side, pretending to not care about the whispers that floated behind his back, gracing him with smiles and hugs that he never returned.

“Are you okay? Was it another nightmare? Do you want to talk about it?” You find him awake and still slightly disheveled, standing in the lobby of the Astral Express as he stares out blankly at the stars. You’re not a stranger to his nightmares, having slept in the same room and nearby as you’ve journeyed along with him. You’ve seen the way sweat builds on his forehead as he twists beneath bed sheets as he mumbles numbers and someone paying the price.

Dan Heng sighs and casts you a dry look over his shoulder. “You don’t need to check up on me, I’m fine,” his words are blunt but they still dig into your skin and you can’t tell what hurts more: his blatant disregard of your words once more, or the way your nails sink into your skin.

“You always say you’re fine. You’re not fooling anyone,” You shake your head. You’re taking a risk by speaking up again but after years of travelling with him, it gets harder and harder to ignore the clear pain and struggle that plagues your dearest companion. “Can you talk to me, for once, please? What do you mean, ‘one of them?” Dan Heng stiffens but you wait.

It feels like deja vu, with the way he scoffs and turns himself to fully face you. You know the words that will come next and yet no matter how much you brace yourself for them, they still plunge beneath the skin and sink deeper and deeper. You wonder how much more you can take.

“It’s none of your business! You’re always worrying,” he snaps. “Don’t you have anything better to do? I'm fine. You ask me this every time and when have I answered differently? Just… just leave. I don't need you right now.” The pent up frustration and shaking fear has bubbled up in his throat and spilled out in cruel words, throwing all gratitude back in your face. Your teeth sink into your tongue as you take the full force of his words. This time, his words are laced with more anger and frustration, clearly the same ones that have built up over time.

In a second, his expression changes, shifting from anger in response to your question, to surprise at the sudden snapping of words, then remorse as he realizes how they sounded. But he can’t say anything. Dan Heng has never been one for words and he curses himself when he can’t bring the right ones to his lips. He watches your eyes shift from that same caring compassion he had taken for granted to blank hurt. Your lip trembles and yet you hold your composure, as if you’d practiced this over and over before because of him. He feels a lump in his throat grow, choking him into silence as you purse your lips and nod, mumbling something under your breath. He doesn’t even reach out or open his mouth when you turn away. He just stands still and does nothing. He’s not sure if that hurts him or you more.

He begins to notice too late that you’ve begun to flee from his presence. No longer are you a comfort at his side to fill his silence with commentary, or to poke him in the shoulder when he says something rather blunt. Instead, he’s met with silence and a dull ache that makes him wonder where you’ve run off to. Finding you throughout the week turns out to be a much more difficult task than he could ever have anticipated. One day you’re next to him, a constant presence at his side to fill his silence with commentary and offer a subtle sort of warmth that he’s gotten used to over time. He sees you in glimpses: rushing down the hall to your room, hugging Himeko tightly, popping into the archive at unusual times before leaving in a hurry. The only time where you really spend time with him is during meals. But even then, you seem far too happy to be caught up in conversation with the others. When you do talk to him, it’s almost clipped. There’s still warmth in your eyes, but it's laced with a hesitance that Dan Heng realizes that he’s starting to dislike more and more. It reminds him of the sight of your expression the night he snapped at you.

“Are you okay?” He asks those three words as if they hold no weight. You sit on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket with a cup of something warm held between your hands. He won’t admit that he had been searching for you throughout the day and yet you’d seemed to evade him at every turn. You look more tired than usual, head resting on the cushions as you stare up at the sky. There is longing in your eyes and Dan Heng wonders if he’s the cause of it.

You don’t look at him even as he steps closer. He’s hesitant to come closer, afraid that if he does reach out, you’ll try to run. He’s been running all his life, desperately trying to bury the past and distance himself as much as possible and yet you’re the one constant that continues to linger from “home.” He thinks that he should be thankful that you’re putting yourself at a distance, because that would mean it will be easier for him to let go and finally try to forget all that he had done. But the more and more you pull away, the harder he wants to tug you back.

“You don’t need to check up on me, I’m fine,” your words are so soft and tired that he almost misses them. But they strike deep, a clear reminder of his own careless words. And here you are, throwing them back at him with no fight in your tone, just exhaustion. He wants you to look at him so he can read your expression the same way he’s learned to read your every emotion over the years. He opens his mouth to respond, to push back against your stubbornness but you are faster to speak up.

“Look, I just wanted to admire the view before I go to the Xianzhou Luofu,” you glance over at him with a gentle smile. Your eyes are slightly puffy but you act like nothing’s wrong. He stares at you, unsure of what to say as he’s reminded that you’re leaving the next day. You’re not banned from the Xianzhou, only he is, and for the first time, you’re going somewhere he can’t follow.

Dan Heng takes a deep breath, “I was wondering if we could talk?” You barely react to his words and sigh.

“How about when I return?” you turn away from him. “I don’t really feel like talking to you right now.” The words sting more than Dan Heng will ever let you know. He has nothing to say, can’t say anything, because if he did, it might very well make the situation worse.

“Return safely to me then, please?” You seem surprised at his words and look at him fully for the first time. Your brows are raised, mouth parted slightly as you’re taken off guard. And then you smile and that dull throb in his chest returns. You haven’t smiled like that towards him in awhile and you’re about to leave.“Of course,” you chuckle and turn back towards the sky. You turn away from him on the couch just as you turn away from him the next day, leaving him with empty promises and words caught on his tongue. All he’s known is running from his life, never satisfied with his life on the run and yet when someone else, when you, run, Dan Heng doesn’t know what to do.

Bonus: And when Dan Heng hears of Blade’s presence on the Luofu and he can think of is you. There is a certain franticness and waver in his voice when he says your name aloud. For the first time, you are just out of his grasp and the fears buried in the depths of his mind begin to surface as he throws out all rationality out the door to get you back.

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COLLIE DUTY

SYNOPSIS > being the new CEO to the ‘Sim Corp’ was hard and stressful. jake didn’t have much time to spend with layla and so he decides to get a dogsitter, you. though, you were originally already his secretary. how will dog sitting bring you two closer?

FOURTY – sunghoon maid costume

you could not believe your eyes when you witnessed sunghoon walking down the hallway towards jake's office in a maid office. his face was dark, clearly he didn't enjoy this little punishment. maybe this was what he kinda deserved for causing pain and suffering to you and sunoo all these years with his endless dating scandals.

sunghoon does a little curtsy in his outfit and hands you a plate of sandwiches.

"here you go." he says in the most monotonous voice ever. you burst out laughing.

"so why did jake ask you do to this?"

he sighs, "because i caused so much trouble to you and sunoo...for a long time...and i tried to flirt with you too...jake ask me to wear this."

"you're actually pretty in this."

sunghoon tilts his head, his ears perked up as you say it. "really?"

you held in your laughter, "yeah, the pink bow adds to the outfit. you look like those people who got forced by little girls to wear it."

"okay, so i brought-" jay stops in his tracks. shocked to see sunghoon in a maid outfit. "your milk tea...what the fuck happened to you."

"jake happened. that spawn of satan made me wear this as a punishment."

jay laughs. "well, he has great taste. you look good, my dearest friend. the finest lady ever." jay smacks sunghoon's shoulders. sunghoon groans.

“this is embarrassing. why did he have to make me do this?” sunghoon whines.

“you could’ve just…idk not do it?” jay says.

“but my job is at stake.” sunghoon huffs.

“well buddy then I can’t help you.” jay shrugs. sunghoon deadpans.

“you were of no help the moment you walked in.”

“boo hoo, you’re sounding like a little baby.” jay argues back.

“ohoho you’re getting on my nerves-”

“can you two just shut the fuck up?” you say as you stood in between them. sunghoon and jay don’t try to argue any further. they kept quiet.

“good, now why is jake doing all of this?”

“bro code, sorry cant tell.” sunghoon shrugs.

“yeah, all we can say is…he planned something huge for you.”

“we’ve been dating for 3 months. if jake proposes to me, I swear to god.” sunghoon freezes. “park sunghoon, for the love of god. please tell me he’s not proposing to me. it’s been 3 months.”

“ehem, no spoilers.” he does jazz hands to stop the awkward tension from rising. jay deadpans and smacks the back of sunghoon’s head.

“he’s not proposing, don’t worry.”

“okay, good.” you sighed out. while you’d love to have a marriage with jake, you feel like this would be too fast for you to process. sure, jake would be an amazing husband from the past few gestures in the last 3 months but you weren’t physically ready to become a wife just yet.

sunghoon gets a call. with a couple of hums and grunts from him, the call ends and he stares at you.

“alright, sim jaeyun awaits for you. heeseung hyung is driving you there. he’s waiting downstairs, m’lady.” he does a curtsy once again. jay bursts out laughing.

“you should get a wig, it would really do you justice.” jay mentions as he tries to stop himself from laughing harder.

sunghoon glares at jay, “escort her or I will kick you with these high heel boots.”

jay wipes the tears of joy as he laughs, “okay okay. I’ll escort her. come with me, (name).”

and so jay drags you out to the carpark of the building. heeseung waits for you, he holds out the door for you and he bows.

“welcome.”

“heeseung, what the hell are you doing?”

“play along, jake is paying me big money for this. ehem.” he holds out his hand. “let’s get you to your requested venue.”

“okay…” you were a little suspicious but you still went along with it.

after a couple of turns and red lights, finally you made it to the venue. it was an apartment building, felix held out the door for you to walk in. heeseung bows and leaves.

“lix, why are you here?”

“jake asked us all to be here.”

“oh, he is definitely proposing.”

“mmm, not what you think but I shall just. keep my mouth shut. ningning and gaeul are waiting for you by the elevator, go ahead.” he shows you the direction.

and so you made your way over.

“pause.” ningning says as soon as you stood in front of them. “we need to put you in the most beautiful outfit.”

they both dragged you inside one of the rooms, next thing you knew. you were being put into different variety of clothing and when they finally found the most perfect one. they slapped on some makeup for you. the clapped their hands.

“perfect!” ningning says.

“jake is gonna fall for you all over again!” gaeul adds. you couldn’t help but blush.

gaeul and ningning pulls you back to the elevators, they clicked on the last floor. a penthouse but why are you going here? the elevator dings and the opens wide, right to the floor of the penthouse. not a single door in sight. it just leads right into the home. your jaw drops.

there jake was, standing in a tuxedo. he steps forward and lets a key dangle down his two fingers. you tilt your head because what did he mean by this. his free hand reaches out for yours and holds it. it was warm and soft. the sparkles in his eyes, glimmering under the light.

“(name).” jake starts off.

“our relationship has had a rocky start, I hurt you twice and somehow…you still chose me in the end. I don’t deserve you. you’re the prettiest girl ever and I’m just a boy who’s hopelessly in love. I-I want to be with you forever and I know it’s too early to say that, we’re only 3 months into our relationship. however, I promise to be with you till the very end so instead of a promise ring…how about a promise house?” he throws a small awkward smile at the end. unsure if you’d even accept it.

“oh jaeyun…” you gave him a big hug. he nuzzles his face at the crook of your neck. “yes, I’ll move in with you.”

“SHE SAID YES!!!” jake screams. confetti poppers were set out and your friends were happily yelling congratulations. jake jumps around with you in his arms.

“oh oh! I have to show you something!” he drags you upstairs, to which it leads to the rooftop garden.

your jaw drops at the view. it was…perfect.

“do you like it?”

“of course!” you hugged him once more.

“we can play around with Layla up here if she doesn’t want to go downstairs. I need to dog-proof up here though. kinda dangerous for her still.”

“we can settle this later, for now…I LOVE YOU!!!” you gave him kisses all over his face. jake squeals, his adorable smile plastered right on his face.

and so…the tale of yours and jake’s relationship continues…

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Hi hi! Hope you don't mind that I have another request eheh... 🥲 I'd like to request smut with some build up before it, if you don't mind of course ^^; I've just been recently obsessed over those tropes of s/o(s) being apart for too long. And then thought of a reader who happens to be an intelligence officer working for KorTac. She and König aren't together yet per sé, more like have fallen for each other but never got to voice it out. Now, reader is chosen to carry out espionage against their enemy. However, it lasts for a year or two. Which is risky af. Anyway, those feelings they had for each other never left and they only grew within time. Plus they really miss each other hjshjs- And then when she finally comes back, cue the reunion. Cue the confession. Andddd cue whatever happens after that. Sorry if my request is more lengthier than before 😭 feel free to decline

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OMG this is such a sweet idea🥹 Never feel bad sending in a request! I love reading them and I love the challenge of bringing your idea to life! Thank you for all of the love you send my way, it is very appreciated and it makes my day to see your messages and comments! I hope you have a fantastic day and enjoy the story!

Reunion (fem)

MDNI🔞

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>cw: fem/afab, p in v, oral

2.3k word count

You stand in your room packing your suitcase as König sat at your desk chair. His eyes slowly going up and down your body, taking in how beautiful you look doing something so mundane. His mind flushed with thoughts of you, your mission, and his feelings. He has so much to say, but now isn’t the right time.

“Are you nervous Maus?” König bounces his foot nervously.

“I- no.” You lie. “It will be easy.”

“You’re definitely the best person for the job.”

You turn and smile at him. You want to say how much you’re going to miss him while you’re away. You’re aware that this mission will be long, maybe a year. It hurts your heart to think he might meet someone new while you’re away. What if you come back and he has a whole new life? A lot can change in that amount of time. Your heart sinks, but you continue to fake a smile for him.

You turn and face him. König looks up to meet your gaze, his pale blue eyes look sad behind his mask. The mask hiding the frown on his lips. He stands and walks to you, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

“I’m going to miss you Maus,” he whispers as he rests his head on top of yours.

“I’ll miss you too.” You wrap your arms around him and hug him back. “Don’t forget about me.” You say with a giggle in your voice to hide the pain in that statement.

Your giggle doesn’t work because König notices. His arms tightening around you, “I could never forget you, y/n.”

König has the overwhelming want to lean down and kiss your soft lips, but he can’t. You two are just friends. Military code forcing him to shove his feelings for you aside to not cause any issues. Yet, underneath his uniform, he is just a man in love; desperate for a chance to touch you in a more intimate way and express his love for you. He settles for friendly hugs and breathing in your scent instead.

He pulls away from the hug and looks down at you. Your beautiful eyes looking back at him. His heart pounds in his chest, he is already starting to miss you and it hurts.

“I’ll carry your bag to the garage for you.” He says closing your suitcase and picking it up.

“Thank you, Kö.”

The last time you two see each other you spend 20 minutes hugging, breathing each other in. Words hanging on the tips of both your tongues, yet no one brave enough to cross that line. Both of your hearts break as you know this could be your last time together. All you can do is hope that life brings you both back together.

The mission went on longer than expected. Two years and seven months, König has been counting the days; marking off the calendar waiting for the day you finally return. The only sign that you’re alive is the intel that KorTac occasionally gets from you, but it’s been three months since the last message. He is use to a life of solitude, but without you he feels a new level of loneliness.

He walks past your room every day before returning to his own. Your room remains vacant, everything left exactly how you left it. Every night he looks at a photo of you he has tucked under his pillow, gently kissing it hoping you’ll return to him soon.

It was another day of mundane tasks and paper work for König. He sat at his desk with your file pulled up on his screen, your photo attached. He marks off another day from the calendar, another day without you. Not even intel from you.

Around 12pm, König sits with his mask off, eating his lunch he packed for himself. He wonders where you are and if you’re safe. What if you’ve been captured and murdered or worse, fallen in love and decided to run off with the enemy. Being alone with his own thoughts is torture.

Just then there is a knock at his door. He rolls his eyes and lets out a sigh. He was in the middle of eating. Putting his sandwich down, he picks up a napkin and cleans his mouth before pulling his mask down over his face. Again, a knock.

“Alright, come in.” König says as he straightens himself out. He minimizes your file that he has still pulled up on the computer screen.

The door opens and closes, he looks up to see…you.

König’s jaw drops and he just sits there staring at you for a while, as if he can’t believe that you’re real and standing in front of him. You look just as beautiful as you did the day you left. Nothing has changed other than your hair being longer now, and it suits you.

You stand there quietly waiting for him to say something, do something. He just sits there looking at you in complete shock.

“Hey Kö,” you break the silence as you take a few steps closer.

Hearing the nickname, Kö, makes his heart flutter; only you and his mother have ever called him that. You’re really here. He isn’t hallucinating. It’s you. Quickly he stands to his feet and walks towards you, pulling you into a tight embrace. He takes a deep breath, breathing you in. He’s missed your scent so much these last few years, he had forgotten what you even smelled like. Forgotten just how perfect your warmth feels against his body.

Your arms quickly wrap around him, you’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long. Being away from König was harder than you thought it would be. Especially for almost three years, you weren’t sure if you’d be returning to the same man. Yet here he was. Your König. He waited for you.

König pulls away from the hug and moves his hands to grasp you face and turn your face so you can look into his eyes. His eyes glossy, tears threatening to fall. He doesn’t speak as he just looks at your face, taking in your beauty. He hasn’t seen you in the flesh for so long, it’s like he is seeing you again for the first time. His beautiful love.

Without thinking, König pulls his mask off; revealing his face to you for the first time ever. He leans down and gently presses his lips against yours; slowly out of fear of rejection, yet once your lips touch, you don’t pull back or turn away. You kiss back with even more passion, making König melt inside. He grips your face a little tighter as he begins to kiss you harder, matching your passion.

Breaking away, he rests his head on yours, tears now falling down both of your faces.

“I was scared I would never see you again.” His voice breaks as he speaks to you.

“I know,” your breathing shutters.

He pulls away slightly as you look up at his face. You take in all of his features that have been hidden all these years of friendship. He’s…beautiful. You’ve thought of what he might be hiding all this time, it’s just scars. They only add to how attractive you see him.

“Kö, I’m in love with you.” The words flow out of your mouth as if it’s word vomit.

Your heart begins to pick up and you swallow hard, waiting for his response. Your hand reaching out to wipe tears away from his eyes as they fall.

“I’m in love with you too, y/n. I always have been.” His voice cracks.

He leans down and his lips meet yours again, his tongue licking your lips as they part to accept him. He lets out a soft moan as he tastes you for the first time. He’s wanted this for a long time, since the day you stayed behind with him after a failed mission. That was the day he fell in love with you.

His hands drop down to your waist as he begins to push up the hem of your shirt, his warm hands caressing your soft skin. You don’t stop him; your body has always craved him. You’re his now, in this moment, and forever. Slowly pulling away from your lips, his eyes drop down your body.

“Is this okay?” He seeks you consent before continuing. His hands continue to caress your waist, moving up slowly.

You nod your head, closing your eyes as his lips come back to meet yours. You continue to make out as his hands move up your body. He begins to pull you shirt up, breaking the kiss to take your shirt fully off. He looks down at your breasts cupped in your bra. He brings you closer to him as he can wrap his arms around you and unhook your bra. You let the bra drop from your body.

König quickly drops to his knees, his lips finding your breasts and kissing all over, his lips grazing over your nipples giving you chills. His hands fumble with the button of your pants as he undoes it. Pulling down your zipper, he looks up at you. His hands wrap around the top of your pants and pull them down with your underwear.

His eyes look at the soft bush between your legs before he kisses your stomach and hips. You lean back against the wall and he lifts one of your legs over his shoulder. Slowly he kisses down your thigh that’s resting on him. He finally begins to kiss the soft hair covering your sacred area. He takes a deep breath, taking in your scent completely. He has always wanted to be graced with the privilege of giving you pleasure, and here he is finally.

He sticks his tongue out and licks from the bottom to the top, his tongue making small circles over your clit. He can’t believe just how sweet you taste. The small moans leaving your lips mixed with the smell of your arousal making his cock rock hard in his cargos. He begins to suck lightly on your clit, flicking his tongue over it as he does. Your legs begin to tremble and jerk.

You look down at him as he eats you out, your fingers gently combing through his blonde hair. You could have never imagined that he would be this good as he begins to focus in on your clit. Legs shaking you moan out, calling his name. You feel a rush, a build up of pleasure.

Knowing that you’re about to cum, König keeps his rhythm. You push his face into your cunt, forcing him to only breathe in your sweet natural musk. His face covered in your arousal; he can’t take it anymore.

He moves your leg off of him gently as he stands up. He begins to quickly undo his belt and take his pants off. He pulls his shirt off, revealing his Greek god like body to you. You just look at him, in awe. The same way he looks at you.

You both stand there looking at each other’s bare bodies. König just can’t get enough of you. He walks closer to you and scoops you up in his arms. He walks to his desk chair with you. He sits slouched in the chair as you sit on his lap, your wet pussy rubbing against his erection. You lean in and kiss his lips as he moans softly feeling a tease of what your warmth will be like.

With no regard for safe sex, you lean forward, reaching down and grabbing his cock to guide it into your pussy. Once the tip squeezes in you both let out a harmonious moan. Your eyes studying his face as he is focused on watching you stretch around his cock.

Your hands on his shoulders for balance, you continue to sit down until König bottoms out inside of you. His hands squeezing the supple flesh of your thighs as he submits to you and lets you take control of your shared pleasure. Your tight cunt squeezing around him, breasts bouncing in his face as you move over him. His muscles flex as he assists you in your movements.

“Oh Scheiße, Maus. You feel so fucking good.” He moans out as his head falls back against the back of the chair; eyes closed. He has never felt this level of pleasure before with another partner. The sound of your wet cunt filling the space between your shared moans and panting.

“Kö,” you whimper out as your hands move to his chest, fingers digging deeply into his skin.

König opens his eyes and looks down at your cunt eagerly trying to milk him. A creamy white ring circling the base of his cock, and he can smell the sex in the air. He can’t hold on anymore. He wraps his arms around your abdomen and holds you close to him while he begins to quickly thrust up into you, his balls slapping against your ass. You begin to moan out loudly, definitely loud enough to be heard from the hallway, but he couldn’t care less.

“I-I’m going to- ah,” König couldn’t even speak as he begins to sweat from his rapid movements. His hands grasping your ass as he begins to roughly push you down on his cock. You can feel him throbbing deep inside of you as he cums. His cheeks turning slightly red from embracement of not lasting longer.

Your lips meet his with desperation as you both kiss. His hands still gripping you tightly as you rest on him, as if you might leave again if he lets go. Breaking the kiss you both look into each other’s eyes. One of his hands leaving your body and moving up to caress your face gently.

“Are you mine?” König sounding so submissive and gentle, a side no one ever sees of him.

“Of course.”

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peterman-spideyparker · 2 months

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my tears ricochet (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader) 5/5

Author’s Note: Hi! I've put these two through enough. It's still sad, but the ending makes up for it, I hope! Enjoy!

Summary: Out of the hospital and on the mend, you finally make your way to Clinton Church to try and make sense of the grief for the man you loved who has been out of your life for ten years.

Warnings: Angst, grief, PTSD, unresolved feelings, canon-typical violence, wound recovery (reference to pain from wound/surgery, reader is using a cane in recovery), recounting of the end of The Defenders/Season 3 DD, emotional damage, absent parents/friends, mentions of death, fear of loss, reconnection, fluff, hopeful ending

Other Characters: Father Lantom, Sister Maggie

Word Count: 3,162

You hum in pain as you sit down in the pew, the short walk taking a lot out of you. It smells like incense and old wood, and you can hear everything both in and out of the church from where you sit, the echos loud and all-consuming. You wonder if this is what Matt felt like all the time—hearing sounds reverberate and echo like church bells in the mountains, never finding a moment of quiet or solitude, condemned to listen to everything all the time. Never knowing peace.

“I don’t know what to do anymore,” you breathe into the empty church after a few minutes. “I hoped you’d give me a nudge in the right direction if I came here. I know what this place meant to you. I . . . I’d like a sign.” You look up to the ceiling, looking at the images staring unblinking down on you before closing your eyes and hanging you head. Why are you even trying? What does it even matter? Matt’s gone—he was long gone a decade ago.

“New to the city?” a new, older voice says. You look over, seeing a man in all black approach you down the aisle. “Or in need of some guidance?”

“I needed somewhere quiet,” you admit with a sigh as the elderly priest sits down next to you. “I needed a way to try and find peace. The last few months . . . they have been too much to bear.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. If it helps, I’m a friendly ear that’s willing to listen. At least you’ll be able to get it off your chest. Sometimes, that’s half of the battle, just letting it out,” the priest says. Father Lantom. You remember him from when you came with Matt to a service one Christmas and a few other times.

You dip your head and let out a sigh. “About a year ago, my husband passed away. It was . . . fast. Unexpected. He didn’t suffer.”

“I’m sorry.”

“The worst part was, I didn’t feel sad like someone should when their spouse passes away. I was sad, but . . .” You let out a long sigh and tilt your head back. “He was good to me. Kind. He cared. But it wasn’t love, at least not the kind of love that should lead two people to get married. But I got through it. And then a few months ago—.” You wipe away your tears and sniffle. “This was his church. I went with him a few times when we were in college together.”

“Who? Your husband?”

“No, an old friend.”

“I’ve been here for a long time. I’m pretty good with names and faces. I think it’s because I’ve got a connection upstairs.”

You give a small smile at his joke. “His name was Matt. Matt Murdock.” You wipe away a tear. “I was in an accident, and I was in the hospital when he died.”

The priest lets out a long, low sigh. “Do you mind me asking how he passed?”

“That building that went down, Midland Circle? I guess he was around it, got crushed under the debris. Matt and I, um . . . We lost touch for about ten years, and then by chance he came back shortly before my accident and before he . . .” You can’t bring yourself to finish the sentence. It doesn’t sound right saying that he’s dead—it coats your mouth with a bitter taste. But why? You shouldn’t feel like this. He left, he completely cut you out. You tried to get in touch, but he still walked out of your life like everyone else. But yet you still have this feeling. “I didn’t think I’d ever see him again, when he ghosted me in law school. I guess that some part of me always held out hope that he’d come back. At some point, I made peace with it—that our lives took us down separate roads, that it was probably the best for the both of us. But seeing him a few months ago dredged up feelings and reminded me of how happy I was with him, having him in my life, and how unhappy I am right now. How unhappy I’ve been for a long time. And now he’s not even around to help me sort through all these feelings—he’s the reason they’re all swirling around now, it’s only fair he help settle them. And he had the gall to die.”

You don’t realize that you’re crying with your voice raised and body shaking until the old priest hands you a bag of to-go Kleenex. You open them, wiping away your tears, desperately trying to collect yourself. You’re not supposed to behave this way, your parents taught you better, but you just can’t help it; you’ve never been able to act rationally or control your emotions how you were taught to when it came to Matt. And that’s how you know you really, truly loved him.

“I don’t know where to go from here,” you croak. “I’ve already lost my husband. And now I’ve lost the first man I’ve ever loved. None of it makes sense. None of it feels right. There wasn’t even a funeral. A-A-And now I’m here feeling hurt and abandoned by the only person who I felt saw me for who I was, not who he wanted, begging for there to be a way to bring him back. To take me instead. For me to feel something . . . because now I feel like the same lost girl finishing law school.”

“Grief and loss . . .” Father Lantom lets out a sigh. “There’s no easy way to go about it. Saying that everything happens for a reason or that it’s all part of God’s plan doesn’t always help, either. Sometimes, things just happen. And it really sucks sometimes. But every time we go through it, we become stronger. That doesn’t mean we can’t feel sad at everything that could have been, though. How things could have turned out differently if not for one thing.”

“Your connection with the Big Guy upstairs can’t give me insight when this hurt will stop, can it?”

“Unfortunately, no,” he sighs.

“I figured I’d at least try.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I caught your name.”

“(Y/N),” you say, extending your hand for him to shake.

“(Y/N), do you have a moment to spare? I think there’s something that you should see. It might help with this grief you’re feeling.”

“Oh, I—.”

“Please.”

The sincerity in his voice gets to you, and you give him a gentle nod. He helps you stand with your cane, holding onto you to keep you upright and steady as he can tell walking is still a rather tender movement. You both slowly make your way down the basement steps, the sound of your shoes echoing against the stone.

“Stay here for just a moment, please,” he whispers with a gently hand on your shoulder. “I need to confirm that what I want to show you is actually still here.”

“O-Okay,” you say, confused and concerned. How could something in this basement leave? It doesn’t exactly seem like a lively place; it’s cold, dark, and frankly, a little spooky. But from what you remember about Father Lantom, he only ever wants to help, so, whatever is down here must be worth it. Matt trusted him, put his faith in him. That’s enough for you.

“(Y/N)?” he calls after you softly as he come back to your side. “May I?”

He takes your hand and slowly leads you into the large, open room, light streaming in through small street level and stained-glass windows. There is nothing in the open space, and you turn to give the elderly priest a questioning look as he starts to move out of the basement.

“F-Father, I—,” you start, but he raises a gentle hand. You turn back to facing front and you’re startled when you see someone step out from the shadows. You take a half step back, afraid of what is emerging, but a voice in your head tells you to relax. Despite what popular culture has told you about spooky basements, you listen to the voice in your head. He wouldn’t have brought you down here if it wasn’t safe. Walking closer to what looks like a makeshift bedroom, you carefully look around to see what is moving. It’s probably just a rat— you don’t think churches are exempt from New York City rats. But the next movement you see is decidedly larger than a rat.

“Matt?” you say, barely audible. It can’t be him. Foggy said he died. Foggy wouldn’t have lied about that—the pain on his face was too real, too raw. A building—a full-on skyscraper—went down on him. But he’s here, right in front of you, real as ever. When Matt’s lifts his head, your heart nearly stops. It’s him. Beaten, bruised, and a scraped up, but it’s him. It’s Matty. “No . . . What?”

“(Y/N/N),” he breathes, groaning in pain as he stands and walks toward you. The silence is deafening as your heart races in your chest, and it just doesn’t feel real. “It’s so good to . . . Are you okay?”

“N-No,” you whimper, your voice trembling as you drop your cane. “I-I . . . You’re alive. I thought you weren’t. Nobody does. I . . . I don’t know what to think or do.”

His hand reaches for yours, his calloused fingers brushing against the palm of your hand, his thumbs running against your knuckles. You want to yank them away— you don’t want to give him the luxury of holding onto you, but you just can’t pull back. Not when he’s here, not when he’s alive. “I . . . I thought I was going to die. I don’t know how I didn’t. I should have. I deserve to be dead.”

“How could you say that?” you murmur.

“It’s how I feel. People would be better off that way. No one needs me. You don’t need me. You were better off without me, both in Columbia and a few months ago. I’m the one that brought you pain.”

“Matt, I do need you. No one understands what happened on the roof. They tell me it’s going to take time, it’ll get better, but it doesn’t. I keep having these nightmares. They’re all from that night. Sometimes it’s just me reliving the memory, other times, our roles were reversed—me standing on the other side of the roof, you kneeling on the ground with a sword to you . . . watching a blade cutting through your stomach, hearing you cry out in pain, holding you in my arms . . .” You sniffle and wipe away tears. “Why’d you disappear?” you whine. “Why’d you leave me?”

“I almost got you killed,” he breathes, his voice low and gravely with emotion. “I had to.”

“No, Matt. Why’d you leave me in law school?” His face is one that looks similar to a scared child, fragile and anxious. “We were so close. And then one day you were just gone. I know you were with her, but, why couldn’t you keep me in your life? A call, a note, something. Anything. Why’d you have to leave?”

“I . . . It just happened. A door opened to a life I never thought of, one where it all seemed easier. It was a chance to forget all the baggage, all the pain and trauma from my past. After everything, it sounded nice. And it was, for a while.”

“Matt . . .”

“She died that night on the roof,” he swallows. “I mean, I thought she did. But s-she actually is now, and . . . She was so involved in everything that happened months ago, and you almost died because they grabbed you just because they saw us talking. I felt like I was poison. I am poison.”

You hold back tears, running your fingers through his hair. “You were the air in my lungs at Columbia,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. “It was so much harder to breathe when you weren’t around.”

“But you survived.“

“I was unhappy.

“You survived.”

“Surviving isn’t the same as living.”

“You weren’t hurt. You didn’t have a sword sticking through you. You were safe far away from me.”

“I wasn’t me. I only ever felt like me when I was with you and Foggy. Without that in my life . . . I was a pawn in a game of the wealthy. Foggy, you . . . you only ever wanted me.”

“I did. But I’m not what you deserve. I’m damaged goods.”

“No you are not,” you say sternly. “Yes, you’ve been through things, but you are not damaged, Matty.”

He closes his eyes, letting out a long breath while tears roll down his cheeks. “You were the first and last person to call me Matty after my dad died. It always made me so happy to hear you say it.”

You're crying with him now, and you don’t care that it hurts your wound. “You were the first person to call me (Y/N/N)—you’re the only person to call me (Y/N/N). I mean, besides Foggy, but . . . It makes me feel like myself. Just me. No expectations to live up to, no labels attached.” You sniffle, swallowing hard to keep it all together. “My husband didn’t even call me (Y/N/N). It was always my full name or the abbreviated version my parents use for me, and I couldn’t stand it. The formality, the rules, the masks—it made me feel like I was a child again getting told what to do at a function, getting scolded for not behaving how an Upper East Side daughter should.”

Matt lets out a wet chuckle as he rests his forehead against yours. “Do you remember when that happened in Intro to Constitutional Law? I thought you were going to jump up from your desk and deck the professor when they called you that.”

You both laugh at the memory, holding onto one another closely, basking in a touch neither of you ever thought you’d get to have again.

“I don’t want to lose you again,” you breathe. “I’m not strong enough.”

“I don’t want to lose you either. But I don’t think your parents will care for you hanging with good-doing hooligans from Hell’s Kitchen. And if it’s not them that’ll pull us apart, it’ll be something else.”

“I honestly don’t care what my parents think anymore, or what anyone in their sphere thinks of me. They already had me. I’d like it if you had me now. If I could stay. The life I dreamed about, the one that we talked about at school, that’s the life I know I can have with you. I want that, and I want you.”

“(Y/N/N).” He lets out a sigh as he swallows hard, the muscle feathering in his jaw. "I hear your scream every night. It’s terrifying. It haunts me—it kills me. It’s the only thing I can hear, it’s louder than anything in the city.”

You wipe a tear from your own cheek. “Every time I close my eyes, I see the look on your face when you held me in your arms. I’ll never forget it.”

“My life is dangerous. What I do—.”

“I’m not looking for easy, I’m just looking for you. I just want you, Matt. I didn’t know how badly I did until I saw you at that event. I want to be in your life again. Any way you’ll let me, I want to be there.”

“I’d like that,” he breathes. “I can’t tell you how much, angel.”

“Then let me in, please.”

Tears stream down his face as he does his best to control his breathing.

“I’m afraid,” he breaks.

You give his hands a firm, reassuring squeeze. “I am, too. But if we have each other, we don’t have to be. Or, at least we don’t have to be afraid alone.”

“There’s this man, (Y/N/N).” He pinches his eyes shut and shakes his head. “Until he’s taken care of, I can’t be close with anyone. If I am, they’ll be targets, they’ll get hurt. You’d get hurt, again, because of me. And I couldn’t live with that. I’d never forgive myself. Not that I forgave myself for letting you get hurt in the first place.”

“It’s not always on you. You don’t have to shoulder any of this alone.”

“I can’t lose you again.”

“Matty . . .”

He lets out a sigh, resting his forehead on yours.

“It’s dangerous,” he repeats softly.

“I know.” He nuzzled his nose against yours, desperate for more of your touch. “But I promise that everything will be alright. I’m not going anywhere. Okay? We can start back slow, but I’m not leaving you alone. It’ll take a lot more than dying—real or fake—to shake me.”

He nods lightly. “I promise I will do absolutely everything I can to keep you safe, and I swear there won’t be a day that I let pass without letting you know how much I care about you. I-I know that I messed up. I know. Leaving you, that was the biggest mistake of my life. But—.”

“When are you gonna stop apologizing and just kiss me? I think we’ve both waited long enough.”

He just smiles, closing the space between you so your lips finally meet in a soft kiss. You hum happily, sliding your hands around his waist, accidentally irritating an injury under his shirt. You gasp and pull back, just enough to look at his face.

“Sorry,” you breathe.

“It’s okay,” he hums. “Occupational hazard.”

“Well, maybe I can help make it better.”

He smiles dreamily, giving you a gentle nod before leaning back in, only for the clearing of a throat to interrupt your embrace. Looking over, you see one of the nuns standing by the steps, and you're quick to create some space between yourself and Matt.

“Looks like things are starting to look up,” she hums. “I think that’s the first time he’s smiled since he got here. Can you get him to dress like he’s ready to rejoin the land of the living instead of skulking down here?”

“Well, I can only do so much,” you respond, blushing deeply, taking your hands off Matt’s torso. “Lead a horse to water, and all.”

“You don’t need to tell me twice—especially with this one. Stubborn as a mule.”

You turn back to Matt. “I’m glad you’re not dead, but don’t you dare disappear on me again.”

“I won’t. I promise. When all of this is over, the first place I’m going is into your arms. And this time, I’m not leaving.”

You press a kiss to his cheek, giving him a small smile. “You better.”

Matt leans in for one more kiss on your lips. “It’s a guarantee, sweetheart.”

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sxcret-garden · 8 months

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O.de ღ 10:20pm [M]

ღ Xdinary Heroes O.de x fem-bodied!reader ღ words: ~900 ღ genre: smut (reader riding him, unprotected sex, both have a bit of a thing for pain) ღ warnings: none

You’re settled down in your boyfriend’s lap, his hands firmly gripping your bare hips and you’re sharing a needy kiss neither of you wants to break.

“Gonna miss you…” you mutter against his lips, words muffled by the kiss but he understands, and he answers with a throaty groan before pulling back. His half-lidded eyes are resting on your figure now, and he digs his thumbs into your flesh to make you roll your hips.

“I know…” he mumbles an answer and then he lets out a sigh as you ride him slowly. “Just like that,” he adds a praise, coming out as nothing more than a whisper.

“How am I gonna survive 4 weeks without this…?” you question as you hold onto his shoulders and you throw your head back, trying to focus only on the sensations rushing through your body. Seungmin had chuckled at you when you were complaining to him earlier - not being able to see your boyfriend while you’re on vacation to visit your family for a whole month seems like a long time even to you. He had suggested that you could simply video call him when you felt lonely, but you’re convinced that deep down he too knows that seeing his face won’t be the only thing you’re gonna miss.

“You’ll have to get off without me in the meantime, huh?” he comments, a hint of a cocky grin gracing his lips as he leans against the backrest of the sofa in your flat. “Keep moving your hips for me,” he orders as your movements are starting to get sloppy, and you do them properly, heat coursing through your body at the way he fits inside you so perfectly. Seungmin praises you again, eyes growing darker as he lets his gaze take in every inch of your body, and you see him sinking his teeth into his bottom lip.

“You gonna think of me?” he asks, suddenly making eye contact.

“Hm?”

“While fingering yourself,” he states. “You know. When you can’t take it anymore that I’m not there to fuck you.” You let out a small whine at his words, because he’s exactly right, even though you don’t want to admit it for some reason. “Is that a yes?” he pries, and now the grin on his lips is growing bigger. His fingertips wander from your hips up to your chest, cupping your breasts and harshly squeezing your nipples to make you moan from the pleasure that comes with the pain.

“Yeah…” you eventually answer, and Seungmin seems pleased with that.

“You know what,” he says, palms massaging your chest now, before one hand finds its way up to the back of your neck and the other wanders south. “Call me.” He brings your face closer to yours, but doesn’t kiss you just yet. Instead he watches for your reaction as he lets his fingertip draw slow circles on your clit, drinking up the whimper that escapes you as you briefly squeeze your eyes shut. “Just call me when you can’t take it anymore. And I’ll guide you… tell you how to touch yourself, as if it was my hands.” You gulp at the idea, rolling your hips just a little faster now.

“That’s hot,” you remark.

“Good.” Your boyfriend connects his lips to yours, leading you into an open mouthed kiss while never ceasing the movement of his finger against your core. “I’m gonna miss you too,” he eventually admits when you part for a mere second, only for him to attach his lips to your throat next. Leaving a trail of nips and kisses down the side of your neck, a small moan escapes him and you find him having knitted his eyebrows when he comes back up. “Gonna miss being inside you like this…” he groans, going faster as he tends to your clit and you match your tempo with his. Now clinging to his shoulders while riding him and feeling your high building up in the pit of your stomach, you whine again.

“Shit, me too…” you mewl. “Fuck, want to cum on your cock so bad…” Your boyfriend groans at your words, telling you he’s almost there himself, but he holds back, focusing on getting you off instead.

“Y/N… just a little longer…” Curses continuously fall from your lips as your orgasm is fast approaching, nails digging into the skin on his back before you drag them all the way across, leaving your mark on him and he moans in response.

“Fuck, babe…” you groan through gritted teeth, and then you feel yourself tumbling over the edge. You cry out his name as you clench around his length, and mere moments later you’re overcome with bliss as he fills you up with a desperate moan.

Panting, you stay in your positions, and eventually Seungmin wraps his arms around you to pull you close.

“I mean it,” he says. “Call me if you get lonely… or if you just wanna have some fun. And I’ll take care of you.” You find yourself smiling now, and you lean in to press a gentle kiss onto his mouth.

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suhnshinehaos · 11 months

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growing pains : act three, part three (2/2)

series synopsis : people say that you’ll experience three kinds of love in your lifetime. the first is an idealistic love, the kind that feels straight out of a fairy tale. the second is the hard love, the kind that will leave you with lessons about yourself and the love you want and need to experience. finally, the love you never see coming. this is the story of your three loves. pairing : svt 97 line x gn!reader genre/s : non-idol au, coming of age, angst, fluff, my attempts at humor act three, part three wc : ~1.3k

act three : the unexpected love ➤ part 3 : editor-director supreme

after years studying and working abroad, yn is finally back home to a new job and new faces. all they want now is to focus on nothing else but their career and one of their coworker’s friends, minghao, makes it all the more interesting.

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“are you sure you don’t want to come with me?” jun asks, his hand on the back of your chair. but you don’t look back at him, your focus on the screen in front of you as you review the pictures you just took of him.

it’s a routine at this point. he’s taken his makeup off, he’s back in the clothes he wore earlier in the day. he tells you that he could give you a ride home, especially considering how late it was. the set’s being cleaned up, the staffs is putting away their things, yet you’re showing no sign of getting ready to leave.

“don’t worry, i won’t stay too long.”

“you said that last time.” jun replies. a sigh escapes his lips right after, knowing that there’s no convincing you. like someone else he knew, you were much too dedicated to your work. despite knowing that you don’t see him, he fights off the smile threatening to make its way on his lips. minghao never confirmed in his text that he would actually go, but he knew his friend.

he pats your shoulder a couple of times. “alright. let me know when you get home.”

“i will, thanks.” you finally look up at him with a smile. “great work today, jun. i’ll see you tomorrow.”

“you too, yn. take it easy, okay?”

jun leaves and you place your attention back towards your laptop, taking note of the pictures you knew you would be making the cut. you don’t even attempt to fight off the frown on your face when you realize that most of them were made from the instructions that minghao had given. of course, you made your own calls and decisions for some of the photos as well, but it disheartened you a bit that they weren’t as good.

you’re not too sure how long it’s been since jun left. or how many goodbyes you’ve said to people, the lighting crew, the stylists, the production assistants. you’re sure that you’ve pretty much burned through the arrow keys of your laptop that the symbols have partially faded. your eyes feel heavier and your lean back in your seat, stretching your arms over your head as you let out a yawn.

“you shouldn’t be here this late.”

you stop yourself mid-yawn. eyes wide as you turn to the source of the sound.

xu minghao stands there, just a few of feet away. his hands are stuffed inside the pockets of his pants, and there’s a look on his face that you can’t quite place. there’s a feeling building in the pit of your stomach, an emotion you can’t quite place either. perhaps contempt. maybe surprise.

still, you wonder why he’s here in the first place. especially after not showing up the past couple of days.

“neither should you.”

you don’t mean for your tone to be so sharp, but you turn away from him and back to the screen.

“that’s fair.” minghao chuckles, but it’s devoid of humor or lightheartedness. he walks towards you, dragging one of the nearby chairs with him.

you raise a brow when he places the chair next to yours, not close enough for your arms to brush but not too far that you don’t register the scent of his cologne, and takes a seat. “what are you doing?”

“keeping you company.” he brings your laptop towards, so it’s right in between the two of you. minghao scrolls through the very top and begins looking through the photos.

you bite the inside of your cheek, and you can’t help but stare at him in complete astonishment. not even five minutes in and he’s already taken charge. it’s already off hours, and he wasn’t even there for the shoot. what gave him the nerve?

“look at the photos, not me.”

his voice is as monotone as it comes and you scoff, but still turn your gaze back towards the screen. “are you sure you’re just keeping me company?”

“hm.” minghao hums, not exactly answering your question and continuing to breeze through the photos. his lips are pressed into a thin line and his brows are furrowed. “these are good. great work, yn.”

you blink back your shock, trying your hardest not to turn to him once more. it almost feels strange to be complimented, mostly because he says it in such a matter-of-fact way that it doesn’t even feel like a compliment. “it’s thanks to your suggestions.”

minghao sees you in his peripheral, and he’s aware enough to pick out the slight disdain in your tone. he shakes his head, stopping at one of the pictures where he knows he didn’t have any sort of influence in — a picture that didn’t come from one of his suggestions.

“not all of them. look-” he turns the laptop slightly towards you, both of you leaning in closer. “-this is an interesting one. dynamic, good movement. exposure is a bit too much, but nothing that can’t be fixed in post.”

you nod, fighting the urge to roll your eyes. even when he’s giving out compliments, he still can’t help but critique something. it almost feels strange to have this sense of disdain towards someone, having never experienced the feeling before. nearly all of the projects you’ve worked on have been a collaborative effort, you’re not entirely used to someone exerting this amount of control on a shoot.

was it earned? of course. your coworkers spoke so highly of him that you couldn’t help but do a bit of research on your own. minghao was already building an impressive portfolio before you were even accepted into university. he was nothing short of a prodigy.

a silence falls between the two of you, and minghao can’t help but take one more quick glance at you as you processed his words. he doesn’t fail to notice the subtle clench of your jaw, or the quiet yet sharp intake of breath.

“did i-” he pauses, trying to find the right words. “-strike a nerve?”

you let the question hang in the air for a few more seconds. you bite your lip, then your tongue.

“no.”

the project wasn’t over yet, and you weren’t looking to create any bad blood. still, you could feel minghao’s gaze on you; intense, searching for any sign of dishonesty in your answer through your features. if he does find any, he chooses not to call you out on it.

the tension in the air is thick, palpable even as he continues to go through the photos, dictating the edits to be made and what could be improved. you nod along, opening the notes app in your phone to jot down everything he was saying. as much as you hated to admit it, his passion and expertise are as tangible as the tension. for a bit, the disdain you have was replaced with awe.

you’re not sure many minutes have passed until a security guard came up to both of you, telling you it was time to lock up.

“do you need a ride back?” he asks as you both exit the building.

“i’ll be taking the bus.” you nod towards the stop directly in front of the building. “thank you for the offer.”

“it’s late.”

“i’ll be fine.”

minghao sighs. there’s clearly no convincing you.

“alright. i hope you get back safe.”

the unmistakable sincerity in both his words and his tone surprises you for a second. you’re not sure if this is the same person you had just been going through photos with.

“i hope you do too.”

you mean it, and he can tell despite the apparent nonchalance in your expression.

without another word, you both go your separate ways.

from reese, with love <3

oh my ynhao... this is just the beginning you've still got quite the journey ahead hehe ++ some mh backstory crumbs,, we'll get more as the act progresses ;> hope you all enjoyed reading, i'd love to know what you think of our first written part of the act !! hope you're all doing well and taking care !

#🎐 — growing pains!#seventeen x reader #minghao x reader #seokmin x reader #mingyu x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen smau #seventeen sm aus #seventeen fluff #seventeen series #svt x reader #svt imagines #svt scenarios #svt smau #minghao imagines #minghao fluff #minghao smau

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bloody-bee-tea · 29 days

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IntiMarch 2024 Day 30 - Only you

The prompt for this was "What is love to you?"

Satoru sits on the ground in Suguru’s room, right in front of the bed, with Suguru stretched out behind him, a book in his hand despite the TV that’s running. Satoru knows that Suguru is not paying attention to the show at all, but he doesn’t mind.

It just gives him more opportunity to retell everything later.

Currently, there’s a big love confession happening on screen, dramatic music, tears and all and Satoru is mildly befuddled.

He understands what’s happening, has seen it build up and unfurl now over several episodes but he doesn’t get it.

Satoru has never felt the kind of love that depicted in the show and he wonders if it’s a normal thing, or if he’s lacking in some way.

His eyes stray over to Suguru and he feels warm all over when he spots him deeply engrossed in his book, tongue peeking out a little bit behind his lips as his eyes roam over the page. According to the show—and every book and article Satoru has consumed on the matter—his heart should be beating heavily in his chest and he should be overcome with longing.

But all he feels is right, as if his place was ever meant to be right here, on the ground in Suguru’s room, and Satoru doesn’t know if that’s enough.

And he certainly doesn’t know if Suguru feels anything besides friendship towards him either, which is actually the scarier part of all of this.

Satoru knows he wants to spend every minute of his life together with Suguru, no matter in what capacity, but he has no clue if Suguru feels the same or if things are different for him.

“You’ve been staring at me for at least three minutes now,” Suguru suddenly says, lowering his book and his eyes finding Satoru’s. “What’s up?”

“What is love to you?” Satoru blurts out and he can tell that he caught Suguru off guard with his question, because his brow furrows.

“Where is this coming from?” Suguru wants to know and Satoru hopes he doesn’t blush, hopes that Suguru can’t read the thoughts right off his face.

He points at the TV, unsure if they are even still in the same scene. They must be, because Suguru’s eyes widen in understanding.

“I see,” he whispers and closes his book, sitting up and giving Satoru his whole attention.

It’s a heady feeling and Satoru isn’t sure he’ll ever get enough of it. He wishes Suguru would only ever look at him, and that must be love, too, right?

“What do you want to know?” Suguru asks and Satoru shrugs.

“I just—I don’t think I get it,” Satoru admits and doesn’t dare to look at Suguru. “I want to know what you think love is. What is it to you?”

“Mh,” Suguru hums in thought, clearly thinking his answer over. “It’s warm, soft and comfortable. It’s sharing a meal and laughing together. It’s to know and to be known, having your secrets and weaknesses revealed and yet trusting that they will never be used against you. It’s being together without doing anything. It’s understanding each other without ever having to speak. It’s knowing each other in a way you previously only ever knew yourself and it’s being more comfortable with that person around than alone. It’s being honest, even about the hard stuff, about the painful stuff and knowing that you’ll be understood, no matter what.”

Suguru’s voice is soft and his words bring tears to Satoru’s eyes and he doesn’t even know why.

“I see,” he whispers when Suguru falls silent and he tries not to think too much about the hollow feeling in his chest.

“Does that answer your question?” Suguru wants to know and Satoru nods.

“Yeah,” he gives back and hopes Suguru drops the topic now, not even knowing why he’s suddenly so uncomfortable.

“You good?” Suguru prods his head and Satoru slaps his hand away, glaring up at him.

“I told you not to do that,” he snaps and Suguru huffs out a laugh.

“And yet your head is always in prodding distance,” he easily gives back and leans back against the headrest, picking up his book again. “Now, if you don’t have any other questions, I’d like to go back to my reading.”

“Sure,” Satoru whispers, tugging his legs up and crossing his arms over his knees. “Have fun,” he adds, though Suguru is no longer listening and Satoru is not sure he even heard him over the TV.

The episode is still going, but Satoru can no longer pay attention. It feels as if Suguru’s words have burned themselves into Satoru’s brain and he doesn’t understand why they make his heart hurt so much.

He buries his face in his arms with a sigh and repeats Suguru’s words again and again and again, hoping to figure out just what is so bothersome about them.

It isn’t until the TV show changed to a movie and then another, until Suguru is fast asleep behind him, book sliding off his chest where it dropped after Suguru nodded off that Satoru realises it.

What Suguru described is nothing like what Satoru and he have.

And that thought hurts more than Satoru was prepared for.

~*~*~

It’s been a week since he stupidly asked Suguru about his idea of love and Satoru can’t stop thinking about it. By now he’s reasonably sure that he is in love with Suguru and he realises that he wants exactly what Suguru described, but only with him.

He only wants all those things with Suguru and the fact that he can’t have that because they are nothing like that is eating away at him bit by bit.

It’s bad enough that Satoru tries to change; himself and how he acts with Suguru. Maybe if he’s more attentive, less talkative and a bit softer with him Suguru will eventually fall in love with him.

“Here,” he says over dinner, and shoves half of his food at Suguru, because he’s supposed to share his meal with him. That’s something Suguru specifically mentioned so Satoru will do it.

He did not expect Suguru to slowly lower his chopsticks and gives Satoru a concerned look.

“Are you alright?” Suguru asks, not taking the offered food and Satoru squirms in his seat.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” he gives back and startles when Suguru’s hand comes up to press against his forehead.

“You don’t feel as if you have a fever,” Suguru mutters and then, louder: “Do you feel sick at all? Stomach ache? Sniffles?”

“What—no, Suguru, I feel fine,” Satoru protests but still, Suguru continues to look at him with that same concerned look.

“Are you sure? You never share your food, you always gobble it up without a chance to even taste it and then you steal mine. So if you offer to give me your food then something must be wrong. What is it?”

“It’s nothing,” Satoru grumbles, and takes his food back. “Never mind, I was just trying to be nice,” he says under his breath and Suguru chuckles.

“Makes it even more suspicious,” he shoots back but he also nudges Satoru’s foot with his, making his words sting less. “You’d tell me if something was up though, right?” Suguru still asks and Satoru can hear the real worry in his voice so he hangs his head.

“Yeah, of course I would,” he says, even though it’s a big, fat lie.

Something is up, and he’s not telling Suguru about it.

He supposes he’ll have to live with that kind of guilt for now, he thinks when Suguru gives him a bright smile.

~*~*~

Satoru knows he’s loud and annoying and too much for most people to take. It would make sense, he thinks, if everyone thinks the same of love as Suguru does, because he mentioned that understanding each other without having to talk is part of it.

But that requires actually being quiet some of the time and that is most definitely not something Satoru has been able to do.

Until now.

Right now, he’s trying his best not to blurt out every inane comment that comes to his mind and he realises that he talks a lot of shit on any given day. It’s a wonder Suguru managed to endure it for so long, really, and Satoru almost feels bad about it.

He definitely feels bad enough that hardly a word passes his lips and it takes Suguru all of five minutes to stop in the middle of the sidewalk.

“What’s wrong?” Suguru asks once Satoru noticed that he’s leaving Suguru behind and he turns around with a frown.

“Huh?”

“You’re quiet. Scarily so. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong,” Satoru grumbles out because he’s really tired of having Suguru think that something is wrong with him just because he’s a bit more considerate.

“You haven’t said a single word since we left school. Not a single word, Satoru. It makes me think the world is about to end.”

“Maybe I just don’t have anything to say,” Satoru shoots back, feeling kind of hurt that Suguru doesn’t seem to be pleased by the silence.

“Impossible. You always have stuff to say, even if it’s stupid or inane comments.”

“Ever thought that I’ve grown up and am above these things now?” Satoru huffs out.

“Not really, because that’s so not going to happen. You’ll be ninety and still talk my ear off about the stupidest shit, that’s simply not going to change.”

It makes Satoru feel warm, hearing that Suguru thinks they’ll still be together like this years from now, but it also makes him sad.

Suguru doesn’t want to be comfortable and silent with him and can’t seem to imagine them doing that even years down the line.

“I just don’t feel like talking,” Satoru finally mutters when Suguru continues to look at him and that seems to worry him more than anything else.

“Has something happened? Did I do something?” Suguru wants to know and Satoru is quick to shake his head.

After all, it’s not Suguru’s fault.

“It’s fine, I just—I just don’t feel like talking,” he repeats and Suguru steps up to him, gently bumps their shoulders together.

“Okay,” Suguru softly says. “If that changes, I’m here,” he offers and Satoru nods.

He doubts he’s ever going to tell Suguru what’s really going on, but he appreciates the offer nonetheless.

~*~*~

They are back in Suguru’s room—Satoru in front of the bed on the ground again, Suguru stretched out on the mattress—when Suguru brings it up again.

“Satoru, something is wrong with you lately. Something is bothering you,” he says and reaches out to card his hand through Satoru’s hair. “Won’t you tell me what’s going on with you?”

Satoru doesn’t want to do that, doesn’t want to do that at all, but Suguru said that being honest and not fearing the consequences is how he sees love, too.

Suguru might not love him like that but Satoru trusts that he likes him enough to not hold this against him, should he tell him what’s really going on.

Still, he has to make sure, first.

“You’re not going to be mad, okay?” Satoru says and turns his head just enough to look at him.

“Okay,” Suguru agrees after a moment and Satoru nods, though he does hesitate briefly before speaking.

No matter what Suguru promises him, this is scary.

And it also matters more than Satoru wants to admit.

“Will I ever be able to make you love me?” he asks and draws up his knees, resting his chin on them. “Is there a way for me?”

Suguru’s hand still in his hair.

“What?” he breathes out and he sounds painfully surprised more than mad, which is a good thing, Satoru guesses.

He was scared Suguru would yell at him.

“We talked about what love is to you, remember? And I’m just wondering—I know I’m nothing like what you said, that we are nothing like what you described but—could I? Change that?” he wants to know and he wasn’t prepared for the way his heart tries to beat right out of his chest in anticipation.

“Satoru, don’t be stupid,” Suguru chides him and Satoru flinches with the pain that laces through his heart at hearing those words.

So that’s Suguru’s answer then.

“I see,” Satoru mutters, before Suguru can even go on and he’s rewarded by a sharp tug on his hair.

“I was talking about us when I said all of that,” Suguru says and Satoru’s head flies around to him.

“We are not like that,” he reiterates and Suguru smiles slightly at him.

“Aren’t we?” he asks and then moves his hand to tug on Satoru’s shoulder. “Come up here, please,” he says and Satoru scrambles off the ground to carefully sit down on the edge of the bed, unsure what exactly Suguru wants from him.

But Suguru tugs him down, guides him until Satoru is stretched out next to him, their sides plastered together and Satoru’s head on his chest.

It’s a good place to be in, Satoru decides, even if he’s still so very confused.

“Suguru,” he says when Suguru stays silent for too long and Suguru huffs out a laugh.

“I’m trying to remember what exactly it is that I said,” he admits and Satoru has replayed that over and over in his mind, so it’s not hard for him to repeat Suguru’s words.

“Love to you is warm, soft and comfortable. Sharing meals, laughing together. To know and to be known, to entrust your secrets and weaknesses to someone else. Spending time together without doing anything, understanding each other without speaking. It’s knowing someone better than you know yourself, it’s being more comfortable together than alone and it’s being honest and being understood,” he sums up and he feels Suguru laugh under him.

“You really memorised that?”

“It’s—important to me,” Satoru admits.

“Why? You said you don’t understand love. Did that help?”

“Not in the way you probably think,” Satoru admits. “It only made me realise that I wanted all of what you said. I want you to have that with me. I still don’t understand how that is love to you when my idea is so different, but no matter what, I want you to love me like that.”

“What is your idea of love then?” Suguru wants to know and Satoru sighs.

“You.”

“That’s it. Just me?”

“That’s it,” Satoru agrees. “To me, love is you. And I want your idea of love to be me, too, but—I don’t know how to make myself any of what you described. I don’t like sharing my food and I’m not quiet and we never spend time together without doing anything and—”

“Don’t we?” Suguru interrupts him and starts to card his fingers through Satoru’s hair again.

Satoru wants to melt against Suguru.

“I don’t understand,” Satoru admits and Suguru cranes his head up to press a kiss to the top of his head.

“Satoru, everything I described is you. We share our every meal together, we laugh together. I know you better than I know myself, weakness and secrets included, and the same goes the other way around. We trust each other. We don’t have to talk to understand each other, and we spend time together without doing anything all the time.”

“I don’t get it,” Satoru stresses again. “I’m so loud.”

“Maybe. But never for the important stuff. You yap and you joke and you get on my nerves but for the serious stuff, we don’t have to talk. We get it. We get each other. You knew something was wrong with me after Amenai died, just like I knew something was bothering you recently.”

“But we always do stuff when we’re together!”

“Do we? No one would typically call me reading and you watching your show ‘doing stuff together’. We share our company but we don’t do things together, not unless we go out to specifically do that. And before you start, I’d rather read with you in the room than without you, because it’s more comfortable if you’re here.”

“But I interrupt you all the time,” Satoru says and he doesn’t even know why he’s arguing this.

“And I would rather have that than read my book unbothered,” Suguru shoots back. “Seriously, Satoru, when I described what love is to me, I described how I see our relationship. Everything I said is only true because it’s you.”

“So—your idea of love is me,” he dares to say and holds his breath for Suguru’s answer.

“It is,” Suguru admits and moves his other hand to thread their fingers together. “Just like your idea of love is me.”

“You love me,” Satoru whispers and Suguru smiles.

“And you love me,” he gives back and when Satoru props his chin up on Suguru’s chest he seems happy. Just as happy as Satoru feels.

“I do,” he agrees. “I do love you.”

“I love you,” Suguru replies and bends his head to kiss Satoru’s forehead. “I seriously was getting worried these last few weeks. You had me think I did something wrong.”

“Well, you did,” Satoru huffs out. “You made me believe that I wasn’t your idea of love.”

“Must have been a few hard weeks for you,” Suguru teases him with a smile and Satoru pouts at him until Suguru brings their lips together.

“The worst,” Satoru then agrees and demands another kiss. “You gotta make up for it.”

“I’m trying to but you just won’t shut up,” Suguru laughs out and softens his words with a kiss or three.

If this is how it goes, Satoru thinks he might be able to be more quiet in the future. But only for Suguru.

#bt writes #jjk #satosugu #geto suguru #gojo satoru #hurt/comfort #pining #love confessions #getting together #first kiss

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alexander-23 · 1 year

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Mommy’s Baby (Part 1)

A/N: SOOOOOOO I wrote an agere fic. I get spooked by storms already, so when i’m little its bad.

Warnings: thunderstorms, Bullying, mention of breakup

Word count: 2.5k

Other tags: protective Alcina Dimitrescu, agere, little reader, caregiver alcina

She holds my hand as we walk through the garden listening to me talk about my day all while the brightest smile is spread across her face. Seeing Momma smile always makes me smile, she's my whole world. Dark clouds start rolling in and there is a loud banging noise from behind us. I spin on my heels towards the noise in a panic but see nothing. I squeeze Momma's hand, but it isn’t there and when I turn to face her, she is gone. Another loud bang sounds and I feel my fear building. I need Momma to protect me, she has to be nearby, she will come for me. There are loud bangs after another and after running around the grounds, I can’t find her.

I sit up in my bed in a sweat and crying. A loud bang rumbles through and I jump. A thunderstorm is passing over the castle, it’s the first storm since Alcina ended our relationship. She was my caregiver and when our relationship ended, she stopped being my caregiver as well. I grab my stuffed animal hugging him close to my chest and tears roll down my cheeks as the thunder rumbles one after another. A particularly loud one sounds and I'm instantly on my feet running to her chambers. I can’t do this alone, I need her to protect me. I hold my bear's paw as I race through the windy halls listening to the thunder roar. I crash through her door whaling, making a direct path to her bed. She sits up quickly from the noise and faces me. Her face immediately drops when she sees me in such a frightened state and automatically reaches for me. She pulls me against her chest whispering to me.

“You’re safe Princess, it’s ok”. She combs her fingers through my hair as she rocks me back and forth. With each crack of thunder, my grip on her nightgown tightens and my cries become louder, “Shhhhh it’s ok honey, I have you now”

She kisses my forehead and her grip on me tightens. My cries quiet down and my breathing slows, but her movements don’t stop. She holds me just as tight and continues to whisper to me. She leans back in her bed with me resting against her, holding onto her shoulders and my head laid against her chest. She begins humming and singing to tune out the thunder. I close my eyes and listen to her voice, slowly drifting off.

Alcina’s View:

I listen to her faint snores, my goodness have I missed this. Nothing has been the same since I ended our relationship. I’ve missed them so dearly, but Mother Miranda was catching on and I couldn’t let Y/N be hurt; I can't be the cause for their pain or if Mother Miranda sees fit, death. I’ll do whatever I need to keep them safe. Breakfast begins soon and I'm awfully conflicted; I’m not sure if I should bring them with me. On one hand, if they wake up and I'm not here, they may panic. The storm hasn’t quite ended yet and the thunder will scare them. If I bring them though, my daughters will ask questions or think we are back together. They just began coming back around to me after the breakup. I look down at that sweet face buried into me and can’t help but smile a bit. I sit up and lay them on my bed. I change into today's outfit, a black dress and heels, and do the bare minimum for my makeup. I see my princ-....Y/N sleeping so soundly and I want to enjoy it for as long as i can. I lay a blanket over their back and lift them into my arms, then grab their teddy bear in case they wake during breakfast. I take a minute to hold them close and nuzzle into their face. I take calculated steps so they are not woken up. As I get closer to the dining room, I can hear my daughters arguing.

“Girls, Y/N is with me and sleeping,” I quietly say. The girls swarm out of the room towards me, each looking confused.

“What's going on?”

“Are you two getting back together?”

“It’s……complicated daughters. They had an awful night with the storm; I couldn’t send them away” All three have conflicted looks, but ultimately turn and fly back into the dining room.

I follow behind and take my seat at the head of the table. Usually I ring a bell to announce we must be served, however, I choose to send a maid in to announce it for me and instruct them to be silent while doing so. I sit back in my seat and look down at the Little One. I swipe the hair out of their face and glide my thumb across their cheek. A small smile graces their face and I can’t help but smile as well. I haven’t seen their smile in so long and my goodness have I missed it.

“Mother? Are you alright?” I look at my daughters with pained faces.

“Mother, you’re crying” I wipe my eyes and realize I am in fact crying.

“I’m alright girls”

“You miss them dearly, don’t you Mother?” I can’t look my daughters in the eye, so I stare down at Y/N and nod.

My dear Y/N was just as much my whole world as my daughters and its pained me to be without them. Sleeping has become impossible most nights, I haven’t had much of an appetite, every reminder of them leaves me in tears. Daniella swarms next to me and dabs my cheek with her napkin, “It’ll get better Mother”. I smile at her and kiss her forehead.

“Thank you darling”

We proceed with breakfast and hushed small talk before we separate to do our own thing.

Y/N View:

Soft fabric against my skin, a sweet warmth surrounding me, a hand on my back holding me firm, and the smell of her perfume is what I wake up to. The scratching of her pen stops and a gentle kiss is placed on my forehead.

“Good morning Princess”, I look up to her soft face with a smile on it. I still have not mustered up enough energy to speak, so I stare up at her with a smile of my own, “I see we’re still waking up”, she says before chuckling. I nuzzle my face into her, warmed by the love I’m receiving. “How does lunch sound?”. Before I can respond, my stomach growls loudly and I sheepishly bury my face into her out of embarrassment. “Don’t be embarrassed Little One. How about we get you dressed, and then join my girls and I for lunch?” I nod aggressively to which she chuckles again.

She stands from her seat with her hands held tight to keep me from falling and carries me to my room. She steps into my chambers, though it is too small for her. She places me down and moves to leave, but I grab her hand and stare up at her. She smiles down at me then kneels down to fit better. Once she’s comfortable, I move to my wardrobe and begin searching for the perfect outfit. I pull out my white turtleneck, pink dress decorated with strawberries, white ankle socks, and pink Mary Janes. When I turn around, Mom- Alcina sits looking around the room. She makes me feel so safe, but I know I'm not supposed to be bothering her with these things anymore.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. I feel her hand grab my waist and her hand on my chin. She turns my head towards her and glides her thumb over my cheek.

“Oh Y/N, dear you don’t need to apologize,” she pulls me closer to her and places another gentle kiss on my forehead, “you’ve done nothing wrong. Get dressed dear and then we can get some food into you”. I turn to my bathroom and go in to change. I wash my face and then put my clothes on for the day. I walk out and she instantly gasps, “My goodness! Don’t you look beautiful!” She reaches onto my dresser and pulls me closer, “what do you say we put a tiara on you? After all, you are a princess”.

I can’t help but giggle as she places a tiara on my head and spins me towards the mirror. “You look stunning, Dear”. She stands from her spot and begins to leave, but once out of the room, she turns to me and holds her hand out, “come along Princess, the others are waiting” I go to follow but then remember my Bear and sprint to get him, “ah yes, can’t forget Mr. Bear”. I take her hand and follow to the dining room. As we approach, we can hear the girls laughing and it makes me so happy to hear it. I’m sent into the room first with The Lady right on my heel. The table is still set for four diners and I look up to Alcina. “Would you prefer a chair, or my lap like usual dear?” I want to sit in her lap but I’m also aware that this is probably a one time situation and after today, I won’t be cared for like this. I stand there in silence looking at the chair then the floor before I feel her strong arms raise me off the floor, “Don’t fret Dear, you’re more than welcome to sit with me”.

As soon as we are seated, the kitchen staff serves our meals, mine being comfort food in my special dishes. They are placed in front of Alcina and I along with her bottle of wine. Another woman brings over my cup of milk while eyeing me, so I keep my head down. After they leave, the girls dig into their meals and Alcina sips on her wine. She places the glass down and begins cutting my food into small pieces if it needs it before spoon feeding me. The one maid who eyed me occasionally comes back and whenever she appears, I shut down and hide my face.

“Little One? Has she been bothering you?” Alcina whispers into my ear. I shake my head ‘no’ but she doesn’t seem satisfied with my answer. Truth is, she’s bullied me a bit for being a little, more so after Alcina and I broke up, but I don’t wish to bring this up to her; it’s not her problem anymore.

She continues to spoon feed me with the occasional milk break or conversation with her girls. They talk about their day so far, leaving the more gruesome details out of it for my sake. When we finish our meal, the girls are dismissed, but don’t leave without giving me a hug, and Alcina and I stay in the seat.

“Unfortunately, I still have some paperwork to finish little one”

“Can……can I stay with you?” I whisper as I curl into her.

“Of course you may. How about,” she curls her finger under my chin to have me look up at her, “you go retrieve something to play with? Maybe coloring supplies?”

I nod my head aggressively with a smile from ear to ear before she places me back on my feet. I run to my room in the servants quarters and begin collecting my things. When we were together, she got me things like an assortment of coloring books and a huge collection of things to color with. I grab the ‘My Little Pony’ book and my crayons! It’s a 120 crayon pack and has glittery ones. Before I can leave though, the girl from the kitchen and two of her friends are at my door.

“Well look at this, there’s a baby in the castle” her two friends laugh and enter my room.

I shy away from them trying to put a gap between us but their leader, Patricia, comes right up to me , “awe is the baby shy?”. The other girls start looking through my little things and I try to stop them but Patricia holds me back. They dump things on the floor, flip through my books leaving “accidental rips”, shattering things Alcina got me when they “lost their grip”, ruining all my things in general. The more they break, the more tears I shed while they laugh at me. “Baby better clean this mess”, Patricia says as they all leave my room. I sit on my bed and stare at the mess as tears stream down my cheeks yet again. Alcina had bought me most of these things and meant the world to me. It was like she was still taking care of me even after she left me and now I barely have anything for little space.

Alcina’s View

Y/N has been gone for nearly an hour now and normally I wouldn’t be worried, however, they have been in such a fragile state; I can't help but worry even the smallest bit. They’ve felt so guilty about “burdening” me with their regression that I worry they’ve stayed there to try handling it on their own. I remove my glasses, place them on my desk and stand from my seat. I leave my office and listen for them to come running up to me but I don’t see them anywhere. I don’t see that girl Y/N would hide from either. As I’m walking towards Y/N’s room, I can hear them crying and I pick up my speed. As I crouch through the door, I see their regression collection broken and torn alongside my sobbing little one.

“Y/N, darling, what happened?” They don’t even look at me. They just sit there and cry even harder. I move to push things aside and kneel next to them, pulling them into my arms, “Princess, what happened?” I rub their back and wait for their response. It takes a few minutes, but I get it.

“They came in and started being mean, calling me a baby, and breaking everything. It’s everything you gave me,” they choke out a sob and begin crying all over again.

“Oh baby, sshh it’s ok, I’ll get you more things, I promise” I can’t take hearing them cry anymore, it breaks my heart, and I could kill whoever did this to my princess, “who is they baby girl? Who was being mean?”

“Patricia and her two friends. They’ve always been so mean. I’m sorry momma, I should have told you”

“Daughters?” I instantly hear the buzzing from my dear daughters flies. They appear in Y/N’s room, and I can hear the gasps from all of them.

“Mother, what happened?”

It takes everything in me to keep my voice level. My little one has dealt with enough, “Patricia and her friends” I kiss Y/N on the top of their head repeatedly, “Bring them to the basement, but do not harm them. I want a chat with them”

“Yes mother”

And just like that, they are gone. I stand with my Y/N securely in my arms and exit their room, heading to my room.

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izvmimi · 1 year

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cw: minors dni. violence. cheating reader, complicated relationship dynamics, a part 4 to nova’s ( @raichijingos ) fic calling twice. read the preceding part here.

For the first time in your life, you regret not bringing along your hero costume. No gauntlets, no hammers, not even brass knuckles (yes, you considered these too) are at your disposal in this moment, and the anger you feel in all parts of your body extending even to your very fingertips feels as though it will never dissipate no matter how hard you hit her. The ringing in your ears is so loud that it drowns out the cacophony around you, between Izuku and Katsuki still yelling at each other and office members ducking for cover as a desk flies across the room at breakneck speed, yet somehow you can still hone in on your treacherous friend’s voice.

She looks in a daze still as she thinks about the ring that will never be hers and how her life decisions have culminated to this very moment but she’s startled out of silence once your vengeance-filled eyes bore holes through her skin.

“I- I can explain,” she starts, but it doesn’t take long for your palm to go straight across her face, heavier than you’ve ever slapped anyone in your life, and if it weren’t for the fact that you were so damn mad at her, you’d have asked her why she didn’t dodge.

She gasps, the five finger handprint blatantly visible, and her own hand covers it as she stares at you in shock.

“___, I-”

You slap her again before she can say another word and she doesn’t gasp this time, instead staring at you harshly with red, angry tears in her eyes. And still, she doesn’t say a single word, because there isn’t anything she really can say. It’s obvious what has happened, it’s obvious how she’s betrayed you after all this time.

“How long?” you ask, really yell. She looks away, and you grab her by the hair, pulling her face back to face you.

“How fucking long?!” you repeat. Her cheek is starting to swell and she cries, not out of pain, but from a deep sense of shame that came far too late.

“I… can’t remember.”

“You can’t fucking remember when you started fucking my fiance?” you yelled. The urge to spit in her face is strong enough to make you shake but the way your friend trembles in front of you in remorse, feigned or otherwise, is enough to make you unclench the fist you have raised with your other hand.

You don’t have enough time to reconsider punching her when you hear a deafening crash. The two of you, wide-eyed, turn to the source of the noise, and find that where both of your partners had just been exchanging blows was now replaced by a large gaping hole in the side of the building.

“Holy shit-”

Both of you amble to the new makeshift floor to ceiling window in the side of the building, the edges singed with smoke likely from one of Katsuki’s blasts. In seconds, between Blackwhip and repeated blasts from Katsuki’s quirk, the two men are off still tussling in the distance.

“You have to be fucking kidding me,” you start, and the overhead sprinklers and a fire alarm seem to go off at once, drenching everyone in water. While the rest of the onlookers finally disperse, the both of you stand, not bothering to evacuate, watching out onto the city.

There’s a pause that is far too extended. Your best friend almost looks like she’s no longer breathing. You turn to each other at the same time.

You still want to kill her, but the fire in your belly is partially extinguished, perhaps due to the extreme behavior you see amongst the men you both love. Whatever their fight is right now cannot solely be because of you two, but something unspoken between them. Boundaries tested and crossed and issues of personal pride.

Her voice is soft as she dares to ask,

“... Did you really…” she pauses, the words struggling to come out of her mouth. She really should keep her mouth shut, she thinks, but it’s unbearable for her to think. “Did you guys really.. Together?”

You glare at her.

“Are you really asking?”

She swallows hard. From beside her, you can see her fingers straighten and tighten back into a fist. You should be satisfied with the hurt look on her face, happy even, but the victory seems somewhat hollow.

“We’re still not even,” you say nevertheless. Her body tenses, then relaxes with a heavy sigh. The swelling has yet to go down but it will one day. Your anger is ever-present.

“I hope he kills him,” she says, finally. She isn’t looking at you, nor you at her.

“Same.”

Neither of you clarify what you mean. Which ‘he’ matters to which one of you at this moment.

There’s yet another pause. You can feel the kettle of her blood boiling; she was always so easy to predict. It isn’t over. No matter how many times or what she did with Katsuki, she still couldn’t fathom the very idea of you ever hurting her back the way you did.

“Was it before or after you found out?” she asks, her voice trembling ever so slightly. The idea that she could be mad despite everything, despite the fact that she’d hurt you first began to curdle you as well.

“Last night.”

She lunges and you smile, intercepting the punch, grabbing her wrist and flinging her backwards; she crashes into a vending machine that spills out its contents. Before she can recover - you were always the better martial artist - you’re on top of her, one hand on her neck.

Teeth gleaming, you grin widely.

“Want a chip?” you offer.

“Fuck you,” she hisses.

“Was Katsuki not enough?”

She grits her teeth. You can sense the gleam of her Quirk starting in her hands and jump off of her preemptively before she uses her ability, and she glares at you viciously. She doesn’t fix her mouth to say it but you know what she wants to say.

You didn’t have to hurt me back, her eyes say; you know her like the back of your hand.

You might not have had to hurt her back, but you did.

“Just so you know, it was decent, but you clearly got the better deal,” you say, twisting the knife in further. Her face twists into a snarl, then new tears start in her eyes.

“It wasn’t as simple as you think it was!”

You’re very close to punching her again for daring to say something so ridiculous, but instead you hold yourself still, crossing your arms over your chest to keep your hands from slipping around her neck.

“I think it’s pretty simple to keep your legs closed. See? I’m doing it right fucking now.”

She opens her mouth then closes it. The two of you stand face to face, breathing heavily, quietly, and then you think of the fact that Izuku and Katsuki are still fighting, and something in both of you stills.

There is a lot left unsaid between you two but you’ll deal with each other later, once you’ve ensured neither of Japan’s top 2 have met their end in such a ridiculous, over the top way.

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PLAYGROUND | kazutora hanemiya

this is part one of the series put a collar on your pet

⇝ PAIRING: timeskip!kazutora hanemiya x bff fem!reader

⇝ SERIES SYNOPSIS: kazutora has wanted a neck tattoo since middle school. after you get a tattoo apprenticeship in the city, he wants you to be the one to do his neckpiece. however, the neck is an awfully sensitive spot. especially for a first tattoo. some people handle pain better than others. some people even enjoy it...

⇝ PART ONE LENGTH: 2.5k words

⇝ PART ONE WARNINGS: slight nsfw (18+ minors do not interact):

all characters are 20+; AU! where kazutora never got a neck tattoo; cuddling, drinking, a little angst, teasing, chasing, tickling; kazutora is a playboy, you're his bff who he can always count on, you're the last person to admit his charms phase you, he comes to you after yet another break up, would you risk your friendship to confess to your womanizer bff? also, you find out that kazutora is ticklish.

⇝ AUTHOR'S NOTE: lots of spice in the next part, this is mostly for tension and build up, enjoy <3

DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS WORK IF YOU ARE A MINOR. BY CLICKING THE READMORE, YOU CONSENT TO VIEWING ADULT CONTENT.

“C’mon~” He whined. A pout, curving his lips. “I don’t know, Kazu… I just became an apprentice. Shouldn’t you go to someone, I don’t know, more professional?”

You take a swig from the tall can you bought at the convenience store, the tinny metal tainting the taste in a familiar way. Despite being 7% it was making your head swirl pleasantly already.

He sighs, pulling you close to him on the wooden park bench, littered with small carvings and ink; some of which you and the gang have contributed over the years.

It sits in an area that's slightly secluded, a grove of shrubs and trees blocking it from view. It was the perfect spot for smoking or drinking in privacy. Once you and the gang stumbled upon it back in high school, you’ve kept coming back.

You run your fingers over the weathered graffiti, ignoring the man nuzzling into you, finding a spot on the seat. A smile tugs at your lips. It's a little heart with a dagger through it. Basic, but it had been the design of your first flash tattoo.

You remember the night you practiced drawing it here on the bench and how Kazu, Baji, and Chifuyu and volunteered to let you sketch it on them in sharpie.

A feeling of nostalgia warms your chest. You also remember a younger, very intoxicated, Kazu swearing he'd only ever get a tattoo if you were the one to do it. This park, this spot, this bench, holds so many memories.

You take a deep breath in, letting the cool, night air fill your lungs. The sun set a long time ago, but the air still held a slight dampness from the humidity of the day. It’s one of those nights where you can feel fall creeping in.

“I don’t wanna go to just anyone, I want it to be done by you.” You can’t fight the blush that dusts your cheeks, much to your chagrin. He’s always been a huge flirt, that stupid pretty boy. You hate it when his methods have an effect on you. “Yeah, yeah, flattery that’s not gonna work on me Kazu. You just want a discount.” You lie, feeling your heart rate increase with his lingering proximity. He plasters on an innocent face, but the glint in his golden eyes gives him away, it always does.

“Pretty, please. It won’t be right if it isn’t you.” He whines, throwing himself over you in a dramatic display. You huff. He knows what he’s doing, he always teases you like this. Making you put your guard up and shut him down. The helpless flirt, the devil. He rotates his head against your shoulder, making his earring jingle, bringing his chin to rest there comfortably.

You can feel his breath on your cheek, smell his shampoo, his detergent, his cologne mixing together; light but strong- like the crisp, cold air of a shopping mall. You like the smell, though you’d never admit it. You’re wrapped in it, enjoying it for as long as you can before he notices. He’s quick to poke fun at everyone, especially you, a trait you have mixed feelings about.

You hear his soft breathing in your ear, that flustered feeling building. You break first, “I’ll… Talk to my boss. But-” He’s crushing you in a hug before you can finish. “Don’t go getting your hopes up.” You choke out. “Is your boss the hot one? Give her my number if she needs some persuading.” “Ew. No. That’s Amy, and ONE she has a girlfriend, TWO my boss is Rei, big, bald, lots of tattoos, sunglasses, yeah?” “He pouts again, "I’m not super into guys but give him my number nonetheless.” “You’re ridiculous.” You finally shake him off.

You’ve had to make an effort to hold on to moments like this, where the shameless comes through. These sobering moments can help you when you feel the butterflies starting, a reminder of why it would never work between the two of you. He always did this, spoiled the moment.

You’ve walked to that edge before, the boundary of your friendship. Peered into the inky blackness of the unknown below. What would meet you there if you ever garnered enough courage to leap? More times than you can count, the words would bubble up in your chest. What do you think of me, Kazu? Do you think we could ever be more than friends? I want you all to myself. All bitten back by the gripping fear of losing a dear friend, fear of getting your heart broken by the person you care about most.

He curls a hand around your waist, leaning into you. You melt into the heat seeping through his shirt. He usually gets like this, more touchy, after a breakup regardless of who dumped who. He has all of that pent up affection, that physical touch that needs an outlet. And it’s always you. Over and over again you are his rock.

You hate that it’s like this, that he has such power over you. But that doesn’t change anything. You can’t bear the thought of him being with anyone else like this. There is an intimacy to your relationship beyond physical. One that he has never had in his love life, or so he’s told you. Your heart aches, confused. The conversations of the past whirling into a spiral of anxiety and hope.

It’s almost funny. The double standard you’ve slotted yourself into. If one of your girl friends came to you, talking about a guy situation like this, you would tell her to run for the hills with a promise to kick his ass. But you were putty in his hands. Damn it.

You’re brought back from your reverie with him jostling you, “Oi, are you even listening?” “Nah, I tuned out when you couldn’t remember her name.” He makes an indignant noise. “Why are you so hung up on her anyways?” The intrusive thought blurts out before you have time to stop it. “I don’t know, I just feel kind of gross about it…” You sit in silence together, not wanting to pry.

“I guess I feel kinda used.” He admits with faux drama. “I’d say it’s karmic at this point, then.” You shoot back, earning you a shove. “Come on, I mean, how many girls have you hooked up with and dumped? I don’t see how this is any different.” “Those girls didn’t matter.” “Oh wow.” You say only half sarcastically. “Not like that, I mean, it was just for fun. We were on the same page… Most of the time…” You roll your eyes.

He slides down the bench, reclining, resting his head in your lap. Your fingers naturally comb through his soft, dyed hair. The longer, wispy bits tickling the skin of your thighs. He closes his eyes to the pleasant sensation of your nails on his scalp. “It was like… I guess I feel like a pawn… She was just hooking up with me to try and get Mikey’s attention.” His voice sounds distant. You hum, taking another sip of your drink, prying your eyes from his peaceful face. “Sounds very dramatic.” You offer, he laughs humorlessly. “Yeah, it’s shit.”

It’d been a long time since you’d hung out with the guys. Work has been busy since you started as an apprentice at a tattoo studio in the city and the only reason you get to see Kazu is because the two of you live so close to each other. You wonder how the others are doing. Sounds like there's some tea brewing and you’re happy to not be involved.

“I don’t know, getting a tattoo after a messy break up, pretty cliche don’t ya think?” You tease. His eyes shoot open and he looks flustered, it’s rare that you can get a reaction out of him; a shiteating grin spreading across your face. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.” He says, with an earnestness that you don’t often see from him. You lean over him in your lap, “Oh~ What’s a long time to you? Two months?” You continue teasing. “Since, like, middle school ass hat!” He says with a playful shove, your drink sloshing in your hand.

“Ay- watch it!” You say shoving him back. “You’re gonna spill my-” He grabs your wrist that’s holding the can, you wrestle with him but he has that brutish strength, one forged over years of brawling in his younger years. He guides your hand up with ease. “Hey, knock it off!” you say, struggling in his vice grip. He replies only with a devilish grin, opening his mouth in a seductive way, locking eyes with you.

His head rolls back, exposing the column of his neck. He turns your wrist to waterfall the liquid in the can into his open mouth; the stream catching a small glimmer of light from a distant lamppost.

His adam's apple bobs in his throat as the can grows lighter in your hand. A bit of the drink escapes, you follow the slow drip from the corner of his mouth, down to his jaw. He closes his eyes as it slowly rolls down his neck, dripping into your lap. You feel your face heat as you take in the sight hungrily. He shakes your wrist to get the last few drops of the beverage. “Problem solved.”

“You ASS!” You sputter. He releases you with a laugh, wiping the spilled liquid with the back of his hand, before sizing you up in a predatory way. A sharp smile spreads across his face. “Sorry, do you want it back?" He sits up quickly, rearranging your positions, grabbing your face between his warm palms.

He hovers over you on the bench acting like he’ll spit the drink back into your mouth as you fend off his attack, curling into the bench to put some space between the two of you. “Oh mY GOD SICKO LET GO OF ME!” You squeal, fighting off his grip with a laugh.

He relents, chuckling as well. “You owe me a new one.” You say, punctuating the statement with a tinny tap on the can with your nails, the wood scraping against the back of your thighs as you scoot away from him. “Yes, yes, your wish is my command, princess.” The pet name makes your heart skip. Damn him.

He stands from the bench, stretching his long toned arms above his head. “I didn’t mean right this second.” You pout, hiding your blush in the shadows. “So bossy.” He quips back. You wipe the spilled liquid from your leg and rub absently at a bug bite that meets the pad of your finger, the itchiness a welcome distraction. You slap at your chest as you feel the prick of a new bite. Then another on your thigh.

“Fuck, I’m getting eaten alive out here!” You say with annoyance. It is still summer after all. He whips around, pinning you between his arms and the bench. “I’m the only bloodsucker that gets to eat you.” He says in a syrupy joking voice, bringing a nail to scratch at the rising red spot on your collar bone. “Fuck off.” You say kicking at him, he retreats with a laugh.

“Ugh, it’s so itchy now.” You whine, pressing on the warm patch of skin. You rise in a huff, walking out of the little grove. “Aww you poor thing. I can help you scratch any itch, just say the word~” He says , trotting to catch up to you. “Animal.” You spit at him, but your voice lacks venom and the smile tugging at the corner of your mouth takes any punch out of the statement.

He skips ahead of you, blocking your path. You step to the left, he blocks. You step to the right he blocks. You stand to full height, not even reaching his chin, and cross your arms. He crouches slightly like he’s going to charge you. “God, you’re such a kid. Get out of my way.” You say in the sternest voice you can muster.

“Password.” He says, a mischievous sparkle in his eye. “Let me through, ass wipe.” “Nope, two more tries.” “Kazutora is a drunk brat who can’t keep it in his pants.” “Wrong again, only one more chance.” “I’m seriously going to kick your-” “Wrong!”

Then he’s running at you. You break into a sprint, a playful squeal escaping your throat. “OH MY GOD YOU DICK WHAT HAPPENED TO CHIVALRY?!” You run through the grassy field next to the grove, the lush blades of grass lick the skin of your ankles with the slight moisture of dew that’s formed. The cool summer air rushing past you. The child-like thrill of being chased thundering through your veins. You hear him laughing as he sprints behind you.

You know he’s faster than you, he’s letting you outrun him. He loves this, the chase. You duck under some branches, the playground appearing in the distance. You run towards it, sprinting up the slide with a symphony of squeaks, rubber soles on plastic. He runs after you as you jump down the back. You feel the crunch of mulch under your shoes.

The alcohol in your system gives you a pleasant buzz on your skin. You weave between the swings, chains jingling, and make a break for the jungle gym. You make a frantic leap up the stairs, cold metal meeting the palm of your hand. Before you can get in, you feel his arm snake around your waist, prying you from the structure. A high pitched laugh escapes as he swings you around. “Gotcha!”

Your legs flail helplessly, far from the ground. “Let go of me you ass!” You laugh. “I WIN!” He howls. “It wasn’t a game, loser.” “Everything is a game.” He says breathing heavily into the back of your head. You wriggle in his grip but it’s pointless, he’s too strong. “Put me doooooown~” You whine. “What do I win?” He says in your ear. “You win an absolute ass whooping!” “That doesn’t sound like fun.” You feel his lip pout against the shell of your ear.

He adjusts his grip, flipping you over his shoulder easily. “Down! Put me down! Down boy!” You say slapping his back. “You’re the one going on about chivalry, I’ll take you home.” He says with faux indignation, turning on a heel.

You resign yourself and flop down to dead weight. Letting your arms swing like a corpse. They brush against the fabric of his shirt; it’s smooth and thin. With each sway you can feel the tone of his back muscles, flexed carrying your weight. You let your fingers trail more, tracing a pattern in his back.

“Don’t get me worked up, sweetheart.” He jokes, but there’s an edge to his voice. “Oh~” You hum. “Ticklish, Kazu?” You bring your fingers to his side, fluttering them lightly before digging in. He buckles under your attack with a yelp as you tickle and prod the sensitive skin of his sides. He releases you unceremoniously, you stumble to get proper footing. You spin, ready to bully him with this discovery. Before the taunt can leave your mouth your eyes lock with his.

What looks back at you is a face you’ve never seen him make. Is that fucker blushing? “Totally unfair!” He whines, straightening and rubbing his sides. “All is fair in… War?” “That’s not the quote, dumbass.” He fires back. “C’mon.” He wraps an arm around your shoulder and guides you back to the sidewalk. “I can walk by myself, y’know.” You say under your breath.

“It’s my chivalrous duty to protect young maidens from the scary creatures that lurk in the night. Even ones who can’t keep their hands to themselves.” “You’ve just described yourself.” “Just enjoy your scary dog privileges. You don’t know how many other fair maidens wish they were on my arm tonight. Don’t you feel special?” There it is, mood kill. You bite back a sarcastic comment. The two of you make the rest of the walk in silence, feelings swirling in your chest.

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