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hyuniyz · 2 years

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SKZ’S REACTION TO A MEMBER WALKING IN ON YOU

PAIRING. bf!stray kids x female!reader

GENRE. crack | humour | suggestive

WORDS. 917

A/N. i’ve returned from the grave 😔 everybody scream !! wrote this one under 15 minutes 😋 i’m so proud of myself. anyways i hope you enjoy !!

bangchan ( 방찬 )

★ HE GETS SO RED ITS NOT FUNNY. he knows how hard the members are gonna tease him about this oh he can already see changbin and han having a field trip. good luck because once he realises minho just saw his leader grinding on his girlfriend he’ll stand 5 feet away from you like no way we getting close after that happened. giving very much 🧍‍♀️acts like if he stands farther away from you it will solve everything. someone please go check on minho i’m concerned.

lee know ( 리노 )

★ unbothered. like so unbothered i’m not even exaggerating. when he hears han’s loud screech he separates his lips from your own and pays no attention to the way you tilt your head up to chase after his lips. instead he releases a deep chuckle at the way han tripped over clothes in his haste to escape the scene “what do you want han-ah” and han is mortified because how can minho be speaking so indifferently as if you’re not currently leaving open mouthed kisses against his neck ⁉️⁉️ han swears he’s never run this hard before. HE THOUGHT LEE KNOW WAS BAD BUT YOURE JUST AS BAD AS HIM. will never enter your room again he’s traumatised for life.

changbin ( 창빈 )

★ omg i definitely feel like changbin would act like nothing happened because gotta keep up the tough guy act you know but his red cheeks give him away. you’re fairly certain that from where you’re lying beneath him you can feel how his ears start burning up under the stare of hyunjin who doesn’t know if he should scream for his mother or run out of the room. chooses to do both and as soon as the door closes behind him changbin darts after him to convince hyunjin to keep his mouth shut.

hyunjin ( 현진 )

★ does not help the situation at all. when an unsuspecting jeongin barges in only to pause at the sight of his hyung withering on his own bed while his girlfriend kneels between his legs. my man takes a screenshot. jeongin.exe has stopped. it’s silent for a whole week 15 seconds until hyunjin just starts laughing as in hysterically as in mf nearly rolls off the bed but manages to catch himself. his laughter snaps jeongin out of his trance and he runs like his ass is on fire. when you turn back to a still laughing hyunjin and stress over how you’ve probably traumatised the poor boy he just waves you off and pulls you back in. got me feeling things 😔

han ( 한 )

★ actually looks like he’ll have a breakdown when chan walks in on han trying to adjust you in his lap. the way his hands just stop in mid air skkekeks. chan decides to put him out of his misery and acts nonchalant as if he didn’t just see his member manhandle his girlfriend. when chan simply asks what han wants for lunch his head snaps towards you so fast and he looks at you as if you’re the answer to all his problems. man somehow manages to mutter out a “we’ll have whatever you’re having hyung ” but he stutters so much that you’re surprised that chan actually understands and leaves without a word. han finally relaxes when the door closes and buries his head in your neck screaming a “he will never let me live that down” muffled against your skin

felix ( 필릭스 )

★ HIM 😭 a gem we must protect. seungmin is confused how felix actually looks like the one who walked in on a traumatising scene instead of him. because while seungmin is completely calm and relaxed felix is rambling on and on about how it was just a compromising position but nothing actually happened because he knew some of the members were home and he would never be selfish like that ☹️☹️ he’s so sincere i cry. his justification goes on for so long that you just lay back down instead of explaining because clearly he’s doing enough for the both of you. doesn’t stop apologising to seungmin until he threatens to punch him. runs back to you holding his hands above his crotch.

seungmin ( 승민 )

★ has his usual poker face on. it’s gonna take so much more to embarrass him but even he can’t deny the color creeping onto his cheeks while him and changbin have a silent staring contest and you lay breathless behind seungmin - his body concealing yours slightly. “what hyung” he speaks with the biggest threat in his eyes and changbin’s wise enough to retreat quietly without another word but you both hear his next words when he shouts loud enough for the members to hear “seungmin’s finally getting laid!” and that’s enough to send seungmin running after changbin. “what do you mean finally bitchass??”

jeongin ( 아이앤 )

★ i feel so bad for felix. if the loud ass screech he let out is any proof my man is definitively traumatised by seeing his YOUNGER brother get some 😔 he doesn’t know if he’s supposed to cheer i.n on or feel bad for himself for being single. I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE. i.n is the definition of calm and collected when he turns to felix who’s frozen with wide eyes. “what now hyun-“ he’s cut off by a screech “everything i see in this dorm is against my will” felix says before running off. it seems like he’s used to this, and maybe jeongin is too because he turns back towards you with a scoff acting as if the last few seconds didn’t happen. wooohoo 😩 he’s hot

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huexuri · 4 months

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⊹ what are we? (fem!reader x gyu)

NSFW, MDNI!

warnings: fem!reader, college au, crying (not dacryphilia), slight body worshipping, size kink mentions, bsf!beomgyu

note: gyu looks so fucking good in the photos above i'm so wet (i'm menstruating.) and also i was gonna end this as fluff but why stop there when u can have so much more right

you finally arrive to your same old eyesore of a college building, drained and exhausted which was very painfully obvious by the way your eyebags were heavier than usual and the way you didn't even bother to make your hair like you usually did — just slapping on a claw clip like a hair tie and your hair is falling apart each step you take. your shirt is crumpled because you didn't bother to iron it, and your heavy ass bag is barely staying on your shoulder as you have to readjust it every 5 seconds.

you really didn't want to come today, but you don't have a choice. your legs hurt and your eyelids are uneven and you're sighing the entire way to your hostel. you being in horrible shape, swearing to yourself that if someone asked you if you were okay, you'd burst into tears and start having a breakdown in the middle of your lecture. and your best friend beomgyu noticed this, being the only one watching you as you walk through the hallways lazily.

finally settling all the mess that followed you this morning, you head to the bathroom to try to look presentable. putting your hair in an actual ponytail and curling your lashes while smothering on some of your lip balm, you finally collect yourself and head out, just to bump into another student, standing at the end of the hallway seemingly waiting for someone.

"oh my god- ugh! i'm really so sorry, today has just been a rough one, i'm so blur right now—" you mutter out frantically, accidentally knocking the little strawberry protein bar off their hand and onto the floor.

"girl!! it's okay, it's me! it's gyu, don't worry oh my gosh.." beomgyu giggled slightly at your anxiousness and picked up the protein bar. brushing the dust off of the plastic packaging, he hands it to you.

you take some time to regain yourself — you're about to cry because of how bad your day is starting, but realizing that it's beomgyu that you bumped into after seeing static, you finally let out a sigh of relief.

"oh.... um what's this gyu??" you take the protein bar from him. it's your favourite strawberry protein bar that you always stole from beomgyu because you didn't know where he got it.

"it's for you, i know how much you liked it so i bought a separate bar for you. you seemed really tired so i thought that it'd help a bit." your friend said casually, patting your shoulder as reassurance.

"i'm not tired!" you said frustratedly, "just... today's not going well, i—"

"i can see right through you, i know you're not okay. just eat it, and i'll see you in class. okay?" he pecks at your forehead so casually as if he does it on a daily basis. this was the first time he'd ever done that, and you can't lie, butterflies swarmed in your churning stomach.

beomgyu starts to walk away as you stare at him in disbelief for a good 5 seconds, before shouting a weak "stop!.." his way, and his head turns right at you.

running to him while stuffing the bar into your pocket of your sweatpants, you hug him so tightly, the warmth of his body and the plush of his hoodie feeling like silk on your skin.

when he bends down to return the hug, your head in the crook of his neck, you finally break down onto him, beads of salty tears staining his hoodie.

"i'm so sorry, i don't even know why i'm c-crying." you mutter, even more muffled when you speak into the cloth but he still understood you.

"hey, hey, shh.. it's gonna be okay. what about we hang out later, or like.. i bring you shopping, or... do you need water? what do you need? it'll be okay, please don't cr—"

"i need you.." you reply hastily, sniffling, and arms wrapped around him tighter than before.

"after the lesson, okay? okay pretty? don't cry, you're so strong." beomgyu replies, his big hands patting the small of your back. he always called you pretty as a supportive friendly "go girl!" way, but it felt so different when he reassured you, it felt so genuine. it made you feel prettier than he'd usually do. you felt like his pretty girl.

pulling apart from his embrace, you nod and sniffle, your nose and eyes red as he cups your face and wipes your tears away with his thumb, sweetly caressing your face.

the both of you finally calm down and you walk to class together. you don't know how to see him now, is he still your friend or are you both more than that? maybe he was just being affectionate because he's a supportive friend, but what kind of friend would—

snapping out of your thoughts as you both arrive to your seats, gyu being seated next to you. he admires you as you munch on the protein bar he gave you, even breaking off a piece for him.

your lecturer is talking but all you can think about is his arm around your chair, lightly fidgeting with the sleeve of your shirt. your head is rested comfortably on his shoulder and you're really trying your best to take notes. but it's hard when you both are so close like this, it's like another side of him has revealed to you the moment you started sobbing. you're not complaining. it feels great to have someone like him as a.... friend?

classes finally ended, and the both of you meet up again, planning to go to a shopping mall to cheer you up. you already did feel better after he hugged you, but beomgyu kept insisting he'd bring you out to eat all the bingsu you want, and that it'd be on him. how can you ever decline that?

the both of you had the best day at the shopping mall, and the both of you even took little polaroid photos together.

hopping in his car, preparing to return to the both of your designated hostels, there's the sound of the car engine revving and the both of you sigh after what seemed to be .. sort of a date.

but there was still an aching question that never faded from the back of your head that you'd ought to ask him since this morning.

"what are we?"

you hadn't realized you just said it out loud. when he replies you, you slightly shiver.

"wanna find out?" he replies to you as he started to drive.

"..."

there was a silence for a few minutes. it wasn't awkward, but rather as if he gave you time to ponder.

"can i kiss you?" you blurted out, breaking the silence.

beomgyu swerved and parked at a remote place. it was dark outside and the city lights are miles away.

"what are you waiting for?" beomgyu looked at you with expectancy in his glistening brown eyes.

looking around hesitantly, hoping that nobody would see you guys, beomgyu lifts your chin with his soft hands, waiting for an answer.

"i-i don't know," you muttered.

"then go on, kiss me, pretty girl." beomgyu smiled at you with reassurance.

you closed your eyes as he pulled you close. his cold lips met yours and one of your palm cups his cheek as the other grip on his fluffy hair. your noses touch and beomgyu sighs as he sinks into you, now torso on top of yours, the both of you decide to take it to the backseat.

not breaking the kiss in this entire 20 seconds as your tongues play fight with each other, your mouth taking his lips in, his teeth gliding onto your lips. you sloppily let go of the kiss as a string of saliva connects your lips with his. you're both catching breaths and panting slowly, gazing at each other with awe.

"what are we now?" you say, almost in a whisper.

"is this not enough to answer your question?" beomgyu says while wiping his mouth.

"i don't think so.." you coo, and a pretty grin replaces beomgyu's tireless expression.

running your fingers down his torso and trailing little kisses down his clothed pecs, getting closer and closer to his bud, you look up at him, eyeing him with consent and he nods.

you lift his shirt up to reveal his toned body that he always hid under his baggy shirts. you praise his body with your love and finally, you lay a tongue on his bud. hands on his chest as his shirt's folds rest on the top of your head. you draw little circles with your tongue around his bare nipple and he sighs at that, his back arching away from the car seat for a bit before laying on the car seat again, head thrown back after looking at the lovely sight from above.

you do the same to his other nipple, painting it wet with your spit before letting go and slowly making your way down to his waistband, getting dangerously close to his erection that grew the more you came closer.

beomgyu strokes your hair and tucks your face framing piece behind your ear, with hope that you'll quickly help his aching boner already..

tracing his v-line with your soft fingers and tugging at his waistband before gazing up at his pretty features, waiting for permission.

beomgyu eagerly nods his head, eyes glossy with plead.

"please, go on.." he whispers impatiently, his cock already seeming to want to burst out of his pants.

"okay, okay." you giggle softly and unzip his pants, pulling it and bunching it up towards you, only to be met with the sight of his throbbing cock, the only barrier between you and him being the thin polyester of his boxers.

he's bigger than you expected. it felt odd that you'd be thinking about your best friend's cock now that it's in front of you. once you struggle to pull down his boxers, immediately his cock springs out and slightly hits his own stomach. now, with much ease you continue to pull down his boxers and... well, you're not even sure if you can take him whole.

with a final knowing look at him, beomgyu gives you the green light as he adjusts his position to rest his back.

he gasps as you take him in your mouth, the feeling of your warmth enveloping his shaft is exhilarating to him.

"s-shit,... that feels so..." beomgyu murmured, his eyebrows in a slight frown. his eyes lustrous, looking at your pretty face as you sink down on him.

he loses himself in the pleasure,, moaning softly and thrusting upward into each stroke of your mouth. he gently fists at your hair — eyes fluttering shut as his mouth grows agape, whimpers escaping him now and then.

you on the other hand; you're hollowing your cheeks so you can take him as much as you can, despite his almost unnatural size and girth. the beads of precum that slide effortlessly down your throat each time you lower your head onto him and his slit taps the back of your throat.

"d-does it feel good?" you mumble, with him still in your mouth.

"fuck yes it does, i..." beomgyu's eyes roll backwards when you basically swallow his cock. "you're so good at this, h-how.. oh my— holy shit,"

you start to increase your pace at his words, bubbles of spit collecting at the back of your throat, coating the entirety of his quivering tip, slightly gagging on it.

"oh my fucking god."

beomgyu's whispers send you to heaven on earth. his pretty shaking voice is like candy for your ears. the sight of his sweaty hair falling in front of his eyes, his lips drying up because it'd been slightly parted for so long. finally licking his lips and bucking his hips up into you, you can feel his pelvis stutter, and you know he's going to squirt into your mouth, so you prepare — positioning yourself to sink onto him before he—

"fuck, cummin', a-aah—"

hot cum spurts down your throat and with ease, you take it all. his hips buck up to pump it all out of him and his grip on your hair loosens.

you finally let go of his cock along with the breath you'd been holding for god knows how long. stretching his boxers over his cock and then his pants, you crawl onto him with one final kiss so he'd taste himself off of you.

"today wasn't a bad day after all hm?" beomgyu smiled, his hand rubbing your upper back as if to release the tension from your previous position.

"not anymore, now that i can confirm that we're more than just best friends." you return the smile gently.

"yeah, we're best best friends!" beomgyu teased.

"gyu!! oh my god, you little rat..."

#xuri writes #txt smut #beomgyu smut #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu hard hours #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu x reader #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts

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shkudss · 1 year

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Weakened by Eywa Pt. 6

Masterlist

Summary: Ao'nung finally realizes that his actions have consequences

Warnings: curse words, bullying, mental breakdown, English isn't my first language

Author's note: guys I was literally dying from the high temperature this night, bu I got so inspired that I wrote the last chapter! I tried to share with you their feelings, how they act and everything. I hope you will like it🫶🏻

Txe’lan - heart

“Ao’nung! Where’s Ao’nung?” You were running around the village, looking for him. You talked to Neteyam yesterday and he said that you need to confess your feelings despite the fact that he’s not really satisfied by her choice. He supported you. You’d been thinking about it almost all day and now you finally found the courage to do that.

“Why are you screaming?” Roxto noticed you, he came closer to you.

“Do you know where’s Ao’nung? I can’t find him.” You were anxious and excited at the same time.

“I think he went swimming. Last time I saw him, he was going to swim somewhere, but I’m not sure. It’s that way.” Roxto pointed in direction of that stone where you were together last time.

“Okay, thanks!” You didn’t want to loose time and ran to Ao’nung. You pray to Eywa he’ll be there by the time you’ll come.

Your way there didn’t take a lot since you used ilu for this. You could see Ao’nung’s figure sitting on the stone and looking at the sunset. Just like yesterday. His aquamarine eyes shining under the gold sunlight.

“Ao’nung!”

His thoughts were interrupted by your voice. At first he thought it was his imagination, but you called him second time. He tuned his head to you.

“Y/N? What are you doing here? Something happened?” He stood up, helping you to climb up and examining you. The first thought he had was that something bad happened to you. You looked really nervous.

“No, I just…” your breath was out of control, you needed some time to calm down. “I was looking for you, Ao’nung.”

His eyes widened, he felt something is coming. You were about to talk about that kiss and your feelings. And to be honest, Ao’nung was scared to death to hear your answer. He knew that his actions were too emotional and he didn’t think about consequences.

“Why?” He whispered, looking straight into your eyes.

“I wanted to tell you something.” You gently took his hands in yours.

Here we go.

His end.

“If you want to tell that you don’t want me to come close to you or something like that, please just go. I can’t bear these words.” He almost bagged you, slightly squeezing your hands.

”Do you have feelings to me?” Your heartbeat raised and you looked at him.

“I love you, Y/N.” His voice was so soft, it melted your heart.

“Because, I think… I don’t love you.”

That’s it.

His head and ears dropped, hands almost let go yours. Ao’nung could say that his heart stopped beating the moment you said these words.

“I don’t love you, but I definitely have feelings for you.” You just breathed life into him. You saved his heart and gave it hope. “I don’t know how it turned out after our past, but I think I have feelings for you. It’s not a strong one as love, but maybe…” you were too shy to tell this, avoiding his attentive gaze. “Maybe it’ll get stronger if I get to know you better.” By the end of this sentence, your voice almost tailed away. You were so afraid to look at Ao’nung and kept examining your fingers and ground, until his finder touched your chin and lifted your head.

“I will do anything to grow this feeling in your heart, Y/N. Just give me a chance, I won’t disappoint you. Not anymore.”

“I trust you my heart. Please, don’t hurt it.”

You were scared about unknown things that are going to happen between you and Ao’nung. You have no idea if your relationships will work. But you feel that you have to trust him. You have to give both of you this chance.

He looked you in the eye carefully. Trying to find answers for million questions in your amber eyes. His hands gently holding your face, thumb softly rubbing your cheek.

“I won’t, ma txe’lan. If I hurt you, I would suffer myself. I understood it the hard way.”

All you could do is nod, because tears were dripping down. This moment felt so special and intimate, you wished it never ended. Ao’nung leaned slightly towards your face, covering you with his breath.

“May I do the first step?”

“Yes.” You whispered, trying to remember every detail of this moment.

He slowly approached to you and you closed your eyes. At the same second you could feel his warm lips on yours. Butterflies in your stomach woke up. His lips softly crushed yours, Ao’nung didn’t want to put pressure on you and tried to be gentle as you’re the most fragile flower he’d ever seen.

When both of you were out of breath, you leaned your foreheads against each other. Bright smiles lighted you faced. You shared you breathes. Your hearts beat in unison.

And even if you don’t have strong love to him, everything is obvious.

You’re connected.

Forever.

“I see you”

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A/N: OMG WE DID THIS. They’re finally in love and peace😭 I hope you loved it and felt all their emotions! This was the last part, so I’ll start writing something new✨

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greetings-and-salutations · 2 years

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“You’re My Home.”

Robby Keene x Reader

Countdown to Cobra Kai Season 5 - 7 Days left!!!

Masterlist

(Gif not mine)

Requested? No

Summary: When Robby’s mom forgets to pay the bills while she’s off in Mexico with some guy, he doesn’t know what to do. Everything in his life feels like it’s coming apart at the seams. Well, except for his girlfriend, (Y/n)…

Warnings: starred out swear words, season one Robby, neglect

I’m pretty sure it’s fine but I haven’t watched the episode this is vaguely based off of so if some of the minor details aren’t exactly right just ignore it 😬😂

Pairing: Robby Keene x Fem!Reader

We’re almost back on track. Sorry again for all that 😬😂

“Hey, Robby, I’m home- what’s going on?” (Y/n)’s brow furrowed in confusion, as she took in the pitch blackness of the apartment and her boyfriend standing in the dim glow of his phones flashlight. His eyes widened when he noticed her in the doorway, and he quickly crossed the room to meet her.

“Sh*t I was supposed to come pick you up. I’m sorry I wasn’t paying attention to the time.” He said with an apologetic expression, clearly feeling terrible for his slip up, but (Y/n) just waved it off.

“It’s fine. Sandra dropped me off. Why are the lights out?” She asked, pointing out the obvious difference in the room for the second time in hopes of receiving some sort of answer. Robby sighed in defeat.

“My mom left for Mexico with some guy and didn’t pay the bill.” He mumbled, embarrassment clear in his tone, though it was also evident that he was trying his hardest to hide it. (Y/n) hated that he felt that he needed to be embarrassed about anything in front of her. Especially something like this. It wasn’t like her life was exactly ‘sunshine and daisies’ either. Robby wasn’t the only person in the world who had to deal with the sh*t cards life had dealt him. And, he was doing a great job anyways, all things considered. Yes, in (Y/n)’s opinion, Robby Keene had absolutely nothing to be embarrassed of. And she would certainly tell him that too, if that’s what he needed to hear. But, presently, it seemed they had other, more pressing, matters to discuss.

“Robby-”

“I’m sorry. I know you don’t like the dark-”

“Robby-“

“And i know I promised a movie night-“

“Robby-“

“But we could still maybe go out and do something. I don’t have any cash but-“

“Robby!” His eyes widened at her volume, but his breathing remained concerningly uneven.

“What?” (Y/n) frowned at the crack in his voice, having known him long enough to know he was on the verge of a breakdown, which she couldn’t exactly blame him for. He’d been through a lot as of late; All this karate stuff and the Mexico thing with his mom. It would be a lot on anybody, and that’s before adding the crap with his dad to the picture.

(Y/n) dropped her purse on the counter beside her and held her arms out towards him.

“C’mere.” And that was all the invitation Robby needed, as he almost immediately buried his face in the crook of her neck, his arms winding around her waist tightly. (Y/n) could feel his body shaking in her grip and let a tear slip at the thought of him hurting with her completely powerless to stop it. But she was quick to wipe it away, not wanting Robby to see her upset too and feel even worse. “Wanna cuddle on the couch and gossip about my work friends?” She offered up, sighing in relief when she felt him chuckle against her skin, before pulling away.

“I’d like that.”

+ + +

Robby had calmed down immensely over the course of the evening; (Y/n) extremely grateful of this fact. It seemed she’d been able to distract him from his worries, at least for the moment, as they reveled in the feeling of being in one another’s arms. They’d been comfortably silent for a while before Robby spoke, (Y/n) having been almost asleep when his words forced her awake.

“You deserve the world.” He said suddenly, making (Y/n) turn her head to look up at him. “I wish I could give it to you.” The girl blushed at his words, before shaking her head.

“You’re my world.” She responded, causing her boyfriend to grin, though it was clear to her that he was trying his hardest to suppress it.

“Stop.” He said through a chuckle, but (Y/n) liked the rosy cheeked look he was sporting at her words, so she continued.

“It’s true, though. I love you, Robby.” And she meant it. Robby Keene was the whole world to (Y/n) (Y/l/n). Without him, she might as well be drifting in an endless sea of nothingness.

(Y/n) figured it had to be unhealthy to love someone this much, but didn’t have it in her to care. Robby was her soulmate. They both knew it. And they didn’t need anyone else. Robby’s smile widened, if that was even possible, and his grip around her body tightened.

“I love you so much. You mean everything to me.” And she knew he meant it too. Cause they were all each other had; just the two of them, and this crappy apartment. Until they didn’t have that anymore either, and they had to move on, which they would also do together. Because, no matter what, (Y/n) and Robby would always have each other.

“You’re my home, (Y/n/n)…”

“And you’re mine.”

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twig-tea · 5 months

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Top 5 moments of yearning in 2023 bl (no cheating you can only pick 5)

WOW. wowowowowowow. Wow. It's almost as though you saw my other answers before asking this (which I know you didn't because this came in first and I am Slow). Rude.

First, I need to establish a very important distinction: Pining (my beloved) is when you think or are determined that it will never happen; yearning (also my beloved) is when you think it could and are really struggling to hold yourself back from just going for it right now for Reasons. The possibility of fulfillment is the main difference.

Second distinction: Yearning is not necessarily sexual tension. It can be an element of it, but yearning is about wanting something, whether that's sex, closeness, acceptance, or something else. It's about wanting existing barriers to drop that are preventing you from having the thing you want most in that moment, whether they're internal or external, physical or metaphysical.

Finally, as much as I would love to talk about only my favourite shows exclusively forever, you did ask for my top five moments rather than top 5 shows that contain yearning, so I stuck to the rules. All that is to say, there are a couple of series on this list that I don't actually recommend lol

With that out of the way:

Top [For Real Only] 5 Moments of Yearning in 2023 BLs Because Shan Hates Me

1. Jae Won yanking and then patting down Ji Hyun before putting him in a cab, The Eighth Sense

Basically this whole show is yearning (except for the brief interlude for pining). I chose this moment because this was the first moment I was certain they both actually knew what was going on and it was clear to them both that they could have this, at least in theory; the tension felt palpable, and I really wasn't sure whether they were going to hold back or not. Jae Won is supposed to be saying goodbye, but he can't keep it in to the point where he just can't stop touching Ji Hyun (that backpack pull that happens immediately before this, guh), and Ji Hyun is also so clearly soaking it up. When the cab pulls up and they just keep staring, there was a real question in my mind about whether they were going to break and just go for it or not. For these two it's not just about sex; they yearn for version of one another they are when they're together, and they don't want the spell to end.

2. Khun Lu and Ken almost kiss while naked in bed, Chains of Heart

I'm still not entirely sure I know what happened in that show, but the yearning between these two was palpable the whole time. In this particular scene, Ken has just seen a hint the previous night that Lu is in fact Din, his missing-presumed-dead lover, and he's already previously rejected Lu on the premise that Din is still alive and is the only man he'll ever love, even though he feels drawn to Lu. Up until then, his yearning was for Din, though he also felt something for Lu. Now suddenly he's presented with the possibility that he's already reunited with his lover, which is all he wants, though he's unsure that's what's happening. On the other side of this equation, Lu has been wanting as much of Ken as he can charm, trick, or beg for. He just wants him now, here, under the pretense of this new body, because he knows Ken will never be safe if Din is thought to still be alive. At the same time, he is torn between wanting to be near Ken to keep him safe and wanting to stay away to keep him safe. Yearning barely covers it.

3. The post-sex breakdown of Yai and Jom in I Feel You Linger In The Air

This scene was particularly painful because the yearning only hits harder after his orgasm, rather than the catharsis Jom was probably expecting. In this scene they weren't just yearning for one another physically like in earlier parts of the show; they are yearning for a future they can't have together but both want and in this moment feels like it should be possible. Yai really looks like he wants to meld into Jom's skin. The way that sex does not break the yearning is quietly devastating. Is there anything worse than having everything you want in your arms but knowing you can't keep it?

4. Patts desperate to get through to Saengai on the other side of the door, La Pluie

@liyazaki the tumblr gif search is not crediting you properly so adding a tag to you here!

Listen, Patts has been yearning for reciprocation from his soulmate for years before he meets Saengtai, and it did not at all stop once they met, it just changed in quality. He's always yearned rather than pined because with soulmates comes the expectation that it will work, because of 'destiny'. We saw him say in a flashback that he thought his soulmate could be platonic, and I do believe him when he says to Nara that he'd be fine with that, because what he really yearns for is to be understood and wanted for himself (hence the heartbreaking line "is it that hard to choose me?" that comes before this). The fact that someone had a "destined" connection to him and rejected him for years took a real toll on this man. The way he claws at the door in this scene will stay with me into 2024.

5. Minato and Shin at the Onsen, Minato's Laundromat s2

As much as I dislike where this season went, a yearning list would not be complete without Shin and Minato. We spend a lot of time with Shin's yearning in this show, but we get glimpses that Minato is actually yearning too throughout the season and especially at the onsen. In this scene, he tries to get drunk to get past his own insecurities, but it doesn't work as well as he wanted. This scene was all about Minato articulating all the ways he also yearns, and how it's overwhelming for him--and how that overwhelm is frustrating. I love this outpouring of Minato's frustration around his own internal blockers to what he wants. Also Shin swallowing in this gif makes it perfectly clear he is also Suffering. Perfection.

Bonus and it doesn't count as cheating because it's not a BL SO THERE:

Sam and Mon comforting one another after Sam's grandmother found out about their relationship, GAP

This show was such a mess but my god these two women wanted one another so badly, and I appreciated the hell out of that. It felt like yearning rather than pining until near the end, because all through their getting together phase they insisted on such an intense level of denial that they didn't even seem to worry about what they wanted being impossible, they just knew they didn't have it yet. So they did things like bite one another and pretend it was platonic and wonder why they weren't satisfied. I was thinking about going with an early scene where they barely resist the urge to make out, but instead I went with this one because I think it's a double-whammy. in this scene, Sam is trying to get Mon to tell her what's wrong, and Mon confesses that Sam's grandmother saw her at her house and asked her to leave Sam. Instead of pulling away, Mon clings to Sam, and Sam apologizes to her for not being there for her. Sam thinks she can talk her around to accepting Mon. "Don't worry; I'll talk to her. We'll get through this". The yearning here is for them to be together and safe; accepted by their families and happy, and not feeling this pain. I don't recommend this show, but there is something to be said for the way it showed the impact of intergenerational trauma and the very real yearning so many of us feel to just be accepted as we are.

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Capitol Punishment IX

Haymitch x Reader

Summary: The Capitol continues to torture it’s victors no matter how long ago they won through punishment, exploitation, and worst of all; their relationships.

A story in which Haymitch’s lover is a plaything for the Capitol.

Warnings: Canon level violence, rape (though never explicit), alcohol, murder, systemic poverty, exploitation, rebellion (?), more reliance on movie than book, suicidal thoughts, swearing, illness, pregnancy, miscarriage

Word Count: 3.3K

Part VIII | Masterlist | Part X

A/N Guys I have to have spreadsheets just to keep all the tributes straight

The next morning didn’t even feel like morning, you were too nervous about the games to sleep. So was Haymitch as you both whispered assurances in each others ears. Neither of you were stupid. While you were confident in Plutarch’s plan there was still a very real possibility that one or both of you would be killed by another tribute or the game makers. But you both suppressed those feelings, each reveling in their spouse’s touch.

But as the sun officially rose over the Capitol, you were torn from each other. Of course you each promised to find and protect the other.

You were flown to the arena with Katniss and Cinna. No one spoke a word except for a Capitol woman as she injected the tracker into you. It was just as painful as the first time eight years ago.

Once you landed you went to your tube first. “Your suit has no thermal. It’s thin and waterproof, I suspect a tropical climate,” Cinna explained to the both of you before becoming serious. “Y/N, it was an honor to work with such an iconic Victor. I’ll see you on the other side,” he said ambiguously. You knew he knew about the plan given all the designs he had shown you for Katniss in the future.

You gave him a tight lipped smile, stepping into the tube. The glass slid down encasing you while they went to Katniss’ tube.

You tried to calm yourself down, telling yourself that everything would be alright once you found Haymitch.

An automated voice informed you that there were 30 seconds until the timer as your platform was lifted. You were blinded by the simulated sun at you approached the top. The smell of seawater flooding your nose as you realized in horror you were surrounded by water. And you highly doubt they put you at the shallow end, you’d have to swim. Once you were fully settled on your platform and your eyes had adjusted, you scanned the arena. You were surrounded by water with rock runways leading to the center where the cornucopia sat. Behind you was beach with jungle laying just past that. You scanned the other tributes, horrified to realize that you couldn’t see Haymitch. Of course they’d put him where you couldn’t see him. But Annie was also stood on the next platform over. She looked like she was about to have a breakdown on her platform.

“Annie!” you called. She looked over at you, chest still heaving although you were glad to see relief wash over her features as she recognized you. “I can’t swim. Will you help me if I find Finnick for you?”

She nodded. 15 seconds left on the clock as you prepared. 10 seconds… 5 seconds… 3… 2… 1. The timer went off and you could see the other tributes dive into the water, many of whom also didn’t know how to swim.

Annie dove towards you, swimming surprisingly fast for such a small thing. Once she was only a couple feet away you slipped into the water, your head going under almost immediately. The water was so cold as you struggled to reach the surface, flailing your limbs desperately. A small hand grabbed one of your arms, tugging you up. Annie is too small to actually pull you out of the water but her touch managed to ground you enough to give you the sense to breach the surface. You took a large gulp of air as Annie helped support you. Together you doggie paddled your way to the rock runway which you desperately climbed up.

As you pulled yourself up onto the rocks you took a second, coughing and sputtering up the water you accidentally swallowed. As you were trying to regain your breath Annie started shaking your arm. You looked up to see one of the District 2 male tributes running at you with a sword and a determined look. But before you could even react he fell with an axe in his back. Johanna ran up, pulling the axe from his back, hitting him with it again before kicking his body back into the sea. “Run!” she yelled as she approached you. With her was one of her district partners, Blight, as well as Wiress and Beetee who was lugging a coil of wire.

She and Blight helped you up while also escorting Annie into the jungle. “Wait!” you called after a minute of running. “I need Haymitch and I promised Annie I’d help her find Finnick.”

“Trust me, we'll find them,” Johanna promised. “But right now we need to put as much distance as possible between ourselves and the others.”

As Haymitch stood on the platform he looked for his wife desperately. Seeing no sign of her he knew he’d have to find her at the cornucopia. As the clock was counting down he looked over, finding Finnick in one of the other wedges. They sent each other a nod of understanding. As the timer hit zero, Haymitch dove into the cold water, determined to get to you before another tribute could.

While Haymitch had never been swimming he understood the mechanics of it. After a couple seconds of mostly just flailing, he found a rhythm and made his way to the rocks. He managed to quickly pull himself up, running to the cornucopia. He reached it just in time as Katniss was about to put an arrow through Finnick. “Wait!” he called. He reached them both, stepping in between the pair. “He’s our ally.”

Before Katniss could protest Finnick spoke. “You find Annie, I’ll find Peeta,” he said, already running off.

“Hay-” Katniss started to shout angrily as her mentor grabbed a sword.

“Trust me, you want him as your ally. Keep your friends close and enemies closer and all that jazz.”

Katniss couldn’t get another word in, too quickly interrupted by Finnick calling that he found Peeta. They both ran towards his voice, finding Finnick handing off his trident to Mags before diving in. Peeta was desperately trying to crawl up back into his platform as one of the male tributes from 1 was trying to drown him. They both went under, a body floating up as Haymitch began to worry that it was Peeta who lost. But when blond hair breached the surface he and Katniss let out relieved breaths. As Finnick was helping Peeta onto the rocks he scanned the arena, unable to find you. Had you drowned? Had another tribute killed you? Or did you just run off into the jungle. Haymitch hoped it was the last one as Katniss started dragging the five of them towards the jungle.

“I can’t leave without Annie,” Finnick insisted. Haymitch felt the same about his wife.

“We’ll find her, she won’t be anyone’s target. Right now we need to get off this island,” Katniss insisted, running off with Peeta. Given that she needed to be protected the most, the two hopelessly in love men followed after her, praying that their lives were safe.

After a couple minutes of running Johanna had finally deemed the group “safe” and you were allowed to stop. “Y/N we have to find Finnick,” Annie almost immediately insisted.

“Not right now,” Johanna interrupted. We have no clue where they are and right now everyone is scattered. We’ll wait until everyone has settled for the night.

Annie looked reluctant but complied, settling down with Wiress.

“We have to find fresh water,” Blight said from beside you. Suddenly the canons started going off. You counted 16 deaths.

Once the canons were done you spoke. “Were there any supplies at the cornucopia?” you hadn’t even been able to get a good look of what was in it. It looked like mostly weapons.

“No, just weapons,” Beetee explained, messing with the wire despite the blood you noticed seeping across his shoulder.

“What happened?” you asked.

“Nuts over there just had to have the wire. Took a knife in the back to get it,” Johanna explained angrily.

“Okay so no supplies. They want this over quickly,” you scoffed. “They’re just trying to execute the victors without actually executing the victors.”

“We need to watch for others also searching for water in the jungle,” Beetee explained.

“We may also have to head back to the cornucopia. I don’t have any weapons,” you observed the others. Blight and Johanna both had axes, Beetee had his wire, Wiress was holding a small knife, rocking back and forth, and you knew that Annie would never pick up a weapon. “We can try to go when-” but you were interrupted by a beeping parachute. Everyone looked up with faces of confusion and surprise at a sponsor so soon in the games.

“God I hope it’s water” Blight wished as the parachute landed, getting tangled in some vines. Fortunately it was still withing reach as you plucked it from the flora.

You opened the box spotting a belt with various knives sheathed inside along with a note,

I look forward to seeing you after the games, Y/N. - Your clients

You had a sick feeling in your stomach, different from your usual nausea, knowing that this came from multiple people. But nevertheless you slung the belt onto your hips.

“Seriously? Already?” Johanna asked with disgust.

“It doesn’t come without it’s price,” you muttered. “Might as well get some use out of it rather than someone else.”

A look of respect crossed over her face. You surveyed the others, finding Wiress and Annie sharing what looked like chestnuts. “Woah wait, do you know for certain what those are?” you asked.

“Yeah, they grow in Victors Village in 4,” Annie explained.

You let out a sigh of relief, moving to sit by them. Annie held one out for you which you took. You were starving. You hadn’t been able to eat that morning and even if you were able to eat you’re sure you would’ve thrown it up anyway. Fortunately the fetus, maybe also starving, didn’t cause you to throw up the chestnuts and you were finally able to keep something down.

As you are you tried to talk with Wiress but she never responded and when she did it was nonsensical. Unsure of what was going on you instead turned your attention to the others.

You carried on for a little while after that but soon enough night fell and along with that were the fallen tributes in the sky. You were relieved you didn’t see Haymitch or anyone else you cared about but your heart broke for all of them. They all fought so hard however many years ago to survive in the hopes of living the rest of their lives in peace. Only for that life to be ripped away and for them to die cruel, terrifying deaths back in the arena. If only they could’ve lived just another day or two, maybe Plutarch could’ve gotten them out.

Meanwhile Haymitch and the others were all watching the fallen tributes in the sky, everyone relieved to not see yours or Annie’s faces.

As night settled over both groups, you and Johanna both decided to take watch. You too a seat next to her, leaning up against the tree she was also leaned on. “Do you miss him?” she suddenly asked.

“Yeah, I do. But he wasn’t in the sky so we can find him and Finnick tomorrow.” You looked at Annie who was curled into a little ball a couple feet from you.

“I can’t believe they put her back in here,” Johanna scoffed. “Any of us but her especially.”

“I’m convinced the word ‘cruel’ doesn’t exist in the Capitol. They’re so desensitized they don’t even know what it means. And Snow knows, he just doesn’t care. All he cares about is making sure people know that you can’t ‘overcome the power of the Capitol,’” you mocked his words.

Johanna hummed in agreement. “I’m sorry about what happened to you.”

“I’m sorry about what happened to *you,” you returned, referring to the fact that Snow killed everyone she loved for her refusal to become like you.

Your heart to heart was then interrupted by what sounded like the ringing of a very heavy bell with a menacing sound. 12 chimes. It woke the others up just in time for them to watch a large tree be struck by lightning a few times. “What the hell?” you murmured.

“Tik tok,” Wiress then suddenly muttered. “Hickory dickory dock, the mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one, the mouse went down, hickory dickory dock.”

“Wiress? Are you okay?” Annie asked. But Wiress just continued on with the nursery rhyme.

“I think she may be in shock. Dehydration isn’t helping either,” Beetee explained.

“You think you could bat your eyelashes and get us some water?” Johanna asked you sarcastically.

“Beetee makes all their gadgets for them, make him do it,” you protested.

“Do you think the thundercloud that made the lightning will also rain?” Annie asked from her position still sat on the ground.

“It’s not raining now, doubt it will. The game makers a probably only made the lightning strike,” Johanna dismissed.

“Tiktoktiktoktiktok,” Wiress’ repetitions got louder, catching everyone’s attention. She was looking up at the sky so all of your gazes followed, spotting a heavy looking cloud crawling over your spot. Almost immediately after you all noticed it, rain started pouring from the sky.

You and the others initially eagerly reveled in the cooling drops on your skin but you all came to the quick and horrifying conclusion that it was blood. Blood was pouring from the sky so thick and so fast it was becoming blinding. While you were still able to open you eyes all you could see was red. You had managed to stumble underneath a tree which gave you temporary relief but soon enough the leaves were saturated and pouring blood on you as well. You were still able to see enough when Blight stumbled away from the rest of you, trying to find cover when he was suddenly electrocuted, flying back five feet.

You couldn’t tell who else witnessed it but the second you opened your mouth to shout for him, it filled with blood. You’ve had your fair share of injuries that resulted in bleeding in the mouth and you were no stranger to the horrible taste of blood but now you were gagging on it. It was so bad you felt tears well in your eyes as you continued to choke on the thick, hot, blood for god knows how long.

It eventually lightened up enough for the group to collect themselves. “We have to get to the beach,” you said, blood still finding its way into your mouth. The rain was still very much there except now you could all see. So you all headed out of the jungle, passing Blight’s blood soaked and charred body.

As you got closer to the beach, you heard a scream come from what sounded like across the arena. “Anyone recognize that voice?” you asked. The others shook their heads.

“Good, someone we don’t have to care about,” Johanna dismissed bitterly, continuing on. By now you were withing sight of the beach, just in time to see a giant wave crest over it’s wedge in the sea. It stopped once it reached the cornucopia, the wave forming a 90° angle once it reached the cornucopia. Annie, spotting the wave, clutched your arm, stumbling back a little. There was pure terror in her eyes. You remembered that’s how she won her games, she witnessed the drownings of the last handful of kids in her arena. She had somehow miraculously survived.

“Hey, it’s okay. It stopped, it’s gone” you tried to soothe. “Besides, you’re District 4. You and Finnick can handle a few waves, yeah? You’re okay, it’s not coming back,” you promised.

Annie nodded hesitantly as she allowed you to continue to lead her to the beach. You all stumbled out onto the sand, having to coax Wiress out into the open.

“Annie?!” a shout called, causing you all to turn.

You recognized that voice. And so did Annie. “Finnick!” she called back, running towards him.

Haymitch was half frozen in place staring at his wife covered in blood. He wanted to cry he was so relieved to see you but so worried seeing your blood covered state. You spotted him first, running towards him. He met you, opening his arms to catch you in a tight hug. “I was so scared one of those canons was you,” Haymitch whispered against your hair.

“Me too,” you muttered back.

“Are you... both okay?” he whispered hesitantly, trying not to clue anyone else in, both Capitol and tributes.

“Yeah, I think so,” you nodded.

“Good. Now what happened?” he asked, pulling back a little to observe all the blood.

“It’s not mine,” you clarified. By now all the others had joined you. “It was raining blood in the jungle.”

“Hot, thick blood. It was choking us. We were stumbling around gagging on it, blind,” Johanna practically screamed angrily. “That’s when Blight hit the forcefield.” She took a deep breath. “He wasn’t much but he was from home.”

Wiress then came over, muttering “Tik tok.”

“What’s wrong with her?” Katniss asked.

“She’s in shock. Dehydration isn’t helping. Do you have any water?” Beetee asked.

“We can get some,” Katniss answered. She then looked at you. “Glad you’re still alive.”

“Same to you,” you replied to the emotionally stunted girl. “Hey Peeta,” you smiled, welcoming his incoming hug.

By now Wiress and Johanna were struggling as the woman from District 3 was frantically trying to communicate with her. “Hey, get off her!” Katniss yelled, defensive of Wiress already. She pushed Johanna into the water, forcing Finnick and Haymitch to separate them.

“Stop it!” Haymitch yelled. “You’re allies now.”

“I got them out for you!” Johanna shrieked as Finnick pulled her away.

“For me? What does that mean?” Katniss asked, confused.

“She knew that’s what it’d take to get you as an ally,” you tried to explain. “C’mon, Wiress and I need help cleaning up,” you changed the subject. “You all should clean up too,” you suggested, gesturing to the people you hugged who now had blood smeared across their clothing. You, Katniss, Peeta, Wiress, and Haymitch all waded into the ocean, trying to rid yourselves of the blood.

Haymitch tried to help you scrub the blood out of your hair but it never seemed to fully come out so you gave in, tying it back with blood still faintly trailing your neck and chest. “C’mon,” Haymitch suggested gently, bringing you back to the beach. You sat down on the sand with Finnick, Annie, and Beetee.

“Hey, Y/N,” Finnick caught your attention. “Thanks for looking out for Annie.” She smiled at you from her position by his side.

“I’d still be stranded on that platform if it weren’t for her,” you explained.

“I think this stuff is too friendly for the Capitol,” Haymitch remarked sarcastically.

You laughed, stroking his hair from his eyes. “How’s sobriety? Real, cold-turkey sobriety?” you clarified

“Awful,” he muttered.

Your nice peace circle was then suddenly interrupted by Katniss running up to you all. “Guys it’s a clock!”

Part VIII | Masterlist | Part X

#haymitch #haymitch x reader #haymitch abernathy #haymitch abernathy x reader #thg #the hunger games #the hunger games x reader

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gentrychild · 1 year

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5 headcanons game: DFO AU where Izuku is a Yakuza boss and anonymously makes deals with AFO

Aaaaaaaaaaand we get another AU where Inko is Pops' adopted daughter.

1.A - So, before Pop's bio daughter left, Chisaki was itching to get more power in the organization. He had plans. He had ideas. But Pops, who has been around long enough, laughs in his face when he starts saying he has plans to destroy the top 5 villains in order to ressurect the yakuza. So the plan was to put Pops in a coma, proves that Chisaki was right, then wakes Pops up so he could see it.

1.B - Chisaki gets his quirk stolen exactly two days later.

1.C - This is pandemonium for the yakuza. Their leader is in a coma. Their leader-in-second is quirkless and having a mental breakdown. Every two-bits villain us hunting them down for sport now that they are weakened. Even the boss' daughter just left! And left her daughter behind, claiming that little Eri had killed her dad even though everyone in the neighborhood knows that Eri's dad has been trying to leave the mafia princess for years but was too scared of what the yakuza would do to him if he did.

2.A - Desperate, they go towards the one who left the nest and never look back. Inko is NOT happy to see twenty yakuza invading her tiny apartment. Her husband knows nothing about her past life! (She conveniently forgets the massive tattoos hidden under her cardigans every time she claims that.) She is just a normal housewife! (Please, pay no mind to the metal needles hidden all over the house.) They must leave now before her son comes back from school! (Izuku has been here for the past ten minutes but can't get home because a bunch of yakuza are blocking the way.)

2.B - "HELP US!" the yakuza cry. "NO!" Inko screams back. "Why don't you do [many illegal stuff a middle student should not know]? Hypothetically speaking.

2.C - Long story short, Izuku started helping the yakuza because he is good at it. "I am leading them away from a criminal life!" he claims. "And yes, sometimes, they break people's legs but only when the others started it!"

3 - You have to understand that Izuku's school life is not great, his mom is worried about him because of the whole quirkless thing and he runs away from his problems by 100% investing himself in the yakuza thing. They have an important job in the ecosystem! They might be assholes but they give stability to areas where heroes don't patrol! It has two, in my opinion, consequences: A. Chisaki is working for Izuku and hating every second of it. B. Izuku keeps getting money by blocking some of AFO's activities.

4 - AFO is losing his mind. He knows that the yakuza have a new boss who is devilishly good at their job but he can't find who? He fought this was Pops but the guy is in a coma?(He checked.) Then, he thought becoming quirkless had made Chisaki smarter? (It didn't.) Every time he is close from finding the thorn in his side, they disappear! It's even worse than tracking an OFA holder!

5 - This is an AU where Chisaki slightly gets his head out of his ass. When he sees Eri and realizes the other morons are the only thing between the toddler and a certain death, he more or less adopts her. He doesn't even like the idea of being a dad but someone made a comment about him not being good at it (Izuku, it was Izuku), so now, he must prove them wrong.

+ 1 - AFO almost manage to grab the secret yakuza boss but not only does the little shot bites him before he escapes but he somehow manages to steal a quirk from him.

+ 2 - Izuku now has Overhaul. Chisaki is furious.

+ 3 - Izuku is terrible at using Overhaul. (Great at destroying stuff, not even passably good at putting them back together.) Chisaki must teach him how to use the quirk. He is even more furious.

+ 4 - A blond skeleton passes out in the neighborhood and wakes up in a house full of yakuza. He is promptly adopted, even by the little one? Which he then learns is their boss? He kinda wants to explain this is a misunderstanding but he is invited to the Sunday cook-outs and he can hang out with them and it's kinda nice?

#5 headcanons game #closed ask game

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𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐞 | 𝐏𝐉𝐌

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Best Friend!Jimin X Best Friend!(fem)Reader Ft Jungkook

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.3K

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: You realize that you’re never going to get the happy ending that you thought you deserved with the former love of your life. However, you soon find that perhaps the love you should have had from the start was beside you all along.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Angst, heartbreak(poor oc), unrequited feelings(jm & oc), pining(jm & oc), breakdown, lots of crying, lots of realizations, implied infidelity, mentions of pregnancy, implied sex, oc was a home wrecker for a bit lol, jk being an asshole, hurt, comfort & tiny tiny fluff.

A/N: Hiii Luvs <3 I wanted to write something kind of angsty this time lol. I rlly liked writing this & I MIGHT do a follow-up or a drabble, maybe even a one-shot on these two in the future. I just can’t leave my precious babies like this. With that being said, I hope you enjoy this 🫶🏻

In a single second, all it takes is the glimpse of a sparkling 5 carat round brilliant cut diamond secured upon her ring finger she shows off to the whole group to end your entire world. Everything around you becomes a blur and muffled into complete silence as your eyes zeroed in on the rock that seemed to mock you in the face with its beautiful glint of the soft yellow string lights overhead. You wanted to scream, cry, throw up, all of the above. A nauseating yet frustrating rage brewing up inside of you that took everything in you to withhold.

It definitely costed a fortune. She’s practically wearing the cost of a house you could never afford on your own.

He’d really do that for her?

Would he have ever proposed to you?

What about you!?

There’s a soft palm planting itself over your hand resting in your lap, tightening with a light stern of your name whispering at your side you barely take note of amongst the loud chatter around the table.

“Y/N.”

Oh. You already know and you don't need to be told or reminded to keep your cool but how could Jimin expect you to when the cause of such madness burning fiery flames in your eyes unfolds before you.

“We can leave now if you want. Seriously.”

“Too early isn’t it?.” You reply monotonously, eyes glued to the two happy figures standing on the other side of the round mahogany wood table in front of you and you haven’t so much as moved an inch like you're frozen solid in place.

“It’s not. Y/N, you don’t have to keep torturing yourself by being here. He hasn’t even come over and talked to you or even looked at you the whole night.” He says with a bitter rasp not angled towards you and a touch of worry as he wiggles your hand in your lap as a last resort to gain your attention.

You’ve completely lost it. He knows it. Jimin can see it in your lifeless orbs that glisten a tad. Same ones that were shining beautifully like stars in the night sky and crinkling with an equally pretty smile to accompany it just moments ago as you all reminisced about college days together.

It’s all gone now. Jimin doesn’t know if he’ll ever get to see it again, as heartbreaking as that is.

All because of that dumbass brat standing in front of him, so cozied up with his now fiancée. Jimin loved the guy like a brother he never had. Have always looked out for him and always stood by his side when he needed it. But Jimin had never felt so much rage and great disappointment for the boy like he does now. The feeling settled long ago when you came to him crying because of the fool and it made a home deep in the pit of his heart. It’s never going away now. Not when you’re like this. Not when he has to see you in such a way again. Not when he’s finally done it. Broken a part of you that should have never been played with in the first place.

Jungkook’s beautiful doe eyes meet yours for the first time tonight and you remember the tingling feeling you’d get in your gut. The quickening of your breath and uncontainable cheesy smiles you couldn’t hide because he always had your heart racing like that. Always had you at heart with every fiber of your entire being. You don’t even feel any of it. Not anymore. Especially not when he’s looking at you the way he does now. So pitiful and uncomfortable as if he’s the one in your position.

Those same dreadful eyes leave yours so fleetingly and back to the ones that sparkle up at him. Like he regretted even so much as sparing a glance your way. They gleam bright and he smiles so widely down at her, all toothy and showcasing just how happy he is. You don’t think you’ve ever seen him smile at you like that before.

“I can’t be here anymore. Please get me out of here.”

The words barely pushed past your clenched teeth and your hand had turned in Jimin’s hold, tightening around them with a vice grip, he let you. He wasted no time lifting you by your laced hands and getting you out of there, uncaring about your friends all around you. It didn’t matter anyways, no one had batted a single eye nor glanced your way at your sudden departure. Too busy congratulating the newly engaged and expecting lovers.

“Y/N.” Jimin follows swiftly behind as you storm out of the restaurant, bursting through the double-door entrance with a harshness that even scared him for a second.

“I’m so fucking stupid!.”

It’s hoarse and it hurts to hear the tremble in your voice as you cry out so suddenly, desperately holding yourself together with arms folded so tightly over your chest as you walk ahead to the parking lot and into the cold night, heels clacking hard against the graveled pavement.

Jimin keeps his close distance behind and once you get to the familiar parked car of his, he watches you slump your back against it, letting him see your tear stained face under the gleaming moonlight. A witness to your unforgiving chaos of heartbreak and misfortunes.

“I didn’t think-…I thought things were okay. I thought it was finally going to be okay.” You whisper so small and it’s fragile like the state you’re put in. It makes him want to pull you in his loving embrace and forever protect you, like Jimin always wanted to in the first place because you deserved so much more. So much more than that asshole. He’s made such a mess of you and he doesn’t even know it.

Your red stinging eyes drift up to meet him and the sight is enough to break his own heart in two.

“I thought he loved me.” Bottom lip quivering, mascara streaks lining your cheeks and heartbreak shattering your entire resolve. So hopeless and pained sobbing out your sorrows in front of him.

He can’t handle it.

How could Jungkook do this to you?.

Tonight felt like a regular outing with close friends and it was at first until Jungkook stood up with Isabel(his girlfriend/ur ex best friend) so suddenly, announcing their engagement and her pregnancy to the whole group. Everyone bursted out with cheers and congrats, overjoyed for the happy couple while you sat there numb with a dark storm thundering inside of you. Perplexed trying to process what was happening because just a week ago you were lying in Jungkook’s bed after he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you. Held you tight right after and stayed with you the entire night until early morning arrived. Promising that he had ended things with her. Promising himself to you and the life you thought you could finally have with him.

What happened?.

It’s no wonder why he canceled on you these last few days when you tried to meet up with him, never picking up your calls or constant text messages you left. Did he even see them or bothered to read them?.

Jungkook was never going to end things, at least not with Isabel.

Jungkook was never going to take you seriously.

That night with you was his final goodbye sprinkled with fake lies and fake promises.

“I just….I thought for once I was going to be happy. For once I finally had this one thing that I thought I deserved. He always loved Isabel, huh?. It was always going to be her. Not me. Now they’re-“ You get choked up by your sob, it racks through you as you cry at the thought of them bringing a mini them into this world. Not you and Jungkook like you always dreamed of.

“Now they’re fucking engaged and she’s pregnant with the baby I was supposed to have!.” Your voice raises an octave higher, bloodshot pupils shaking as you stare at an equally distressed Jimin.

He sighs with exhaustion, shaking his head at the words you speak.

“Y/N. You don’t deserve this. You don’t need him. All he’s ever done is cause you pain. You deserve better than that. Better than him.”

It’s like you don’t hear the words he’s saying with the way you disregard him, eyes blown wide with madness as you continue to rant your frustrations. Completely lost in the boiling rage and sadness that consumes you.

“I met him first!. He was my friend first!. He liked me!. Why is it always her?. Why does she always take the ones I love?. Everything I want!?.” Like a toddler throwing a tantrum you yell, stomping your heels upon the concrete below you and continuing to cry your eyes out in a complete mess.

Jimin steps in front of you, invading your space and grasping your shoulders to gently shake you off the nonsense you're driving yourself crazy with.

“Y/N!.”

You wail, puffy and glossed eyes staring up at him. He’s never seen you so broken and fragile before. Jimin hates the sight so fucking much.

“It’s not fair. What did I do to deserve this?.”

Nothing. You were simply just a fool too in love with a greater one, too blinded to see him for the twisted monster he really is.

“I know what I was doing was wrong, but Jimin I couldn’t help it. I loved him. He said all the right things, made all the right moves. He made it so easy. Why was I so stupid to think he would ever really choose me.”

Oh, you poor thing.

He furrows his brow, face twisted with anger and cups your face to make you see him and make you realize the truths that he speaks. He’s done seeing you get torn apart and tossed like junk that serves no purpose in the world.

“Jungkook is a fucking asshole, okay. This isn’t just your fault. It’s his too. He’s full of shit, he messed with you and went behind Isabel’s back. I'm sure she knows about you two, but you know what. To hell with it all, they deserve each other. Their fucked up. You don’t deserve any of this.” He breathes heavily, driven by rage and pent up frustration for months, even years on end with the bullshit you got yourself caught up in.

You squeeze your eyes shut tight and let yourself fall into his warm embrace, grasping his waist tightly in dire need of comfort and touch. Jimin is always ready to comply, resting his chin upon the crown of your hair, one arm holding your waist tightly and the other caressing the back of your head in a comforting manner. It all softens your resolve, calms you down a bit and it’s almost enough to mend a few pieces of your wounded heart.

“Can you please take me home, Mini. I can't be here any longer.” Jimin hears you muffle against his chest and he pulls apart momentarily to look down at you.

You still look a mess but a pretty one and his heart melts, both for your saddened gaze and the way you still make him swoon, tear stained and all. How could Jungkook ever fuck with a beautiful soul like you?.

His thumbs wipe your cheeks of flowing tears, cupping your face in his loving hold.

“Of course, sweetheart. C’mon.”

The both of you had long settled into bed the moment Jimin brought you to his home, letting you stay the night with him because being all alone in your humble abode wasn’t something you could handle at a time like this.

Finally rid of the Pearl satin dress and killer heels, ruined makeup cleaned off. Nestled beside him amongst his soft sheets, bare faced and clad in one of Jimin’s cozy t-shirts that almost swallows your frame and nearly covers your bottom. You lye still awake staring up at the ceiling wondering where it all went wrong.

“Honey, you're still awake?.” His deep groggy voice sounds throughout the otherwise silence of his dark bedroom.

“Could you blame me?. I don’t think I can sleep tonight.” You turn on your side to face him, trying to get comfy in this new position.

Jimin watches you silently, turnt on his side as well as he scoots just a tad closer. He knows you’ve probably still have a lot on your mind. Though, what he really wants is to reach for your hand and hold it. Pull you in his arms and hold you the whole night. Steal you away from ugly thoughts that plague your mind.

“I just hate how much it hurts and how I let myself get to this point.” A humorless chuckle tumbles past your lips at the thought, tears blurring your vision and some cascade down your face so freely.

Jimin can’t help but take notice of how angelic you look underneath the moonlight that filters through his open sheer curtains, with glossy eyes, rosy cheeks and pretty plush lips that look so delectable. It’s everything about you that drives him crazy. Makes him want to act a fool too. It’s what makes him want to raise his head and kiss you so badly. Kiss the hurt, pain and sadness of yours away. Replace the memories, images and touches of Jungkook’s engraved in your head and body with his own.

Make you finally realize that he’s right here. He’s always been here all along for you.

Make you see him truly for the person he is, for the man that he could be for you, for the love that you deserve.

He would quite literally give his heart to you. It’s already in the palm of your hands, you just don’t know it yet.

But not like this. Not when you're still heartbroken over Jungkook. Not when you're vulnerable and in the process of getting over that asshole.

He refuses to be a rebound.

All he wants in this moment is to keep being your friend. Someone you could always lean on, talk to and share your thoughts with. He knows it’s all you need right now.

“I just want to be happy too. I want to find it for myself.”

“I believe you can. Y/N, you deserve the whole world and I hope that when you do, that it’s genuine, that it’s kind and all the love you could ever want, that it doesn’t hurt and that you're truly happy.”

“That's all I want for you. Beautiful girl like you deserves a love that’s everlasting.”

You waver, eyes fluttering and fresh hot tears spring in the corners of your eyes. Heart softening and you melt at his sweet words. He sparks something inside of you that you didn’t know was possible anymore, not after the hell you’ve just been through tonight. A light shining at the other end of the dark tunnel. A bud blooming in a garden full of dead roses.

Jimin has always made you feel special. Always put you first and was always there by your side no matter what, just like a best friend should, but now that you look at him in a different light underneath the moon. You start to wonder when you didn't notice this and perhaps if it’s something more.

When has he always looked at you like this?. As if you’re the only girl in the world.

When did he have your heart racing like this?. Had you swoon over him the way you find yourself doing so now.

“Come here, let’s get some rest. Sweetheart, you need it.” Jimin pulls you closer by the waist and you comply so easily, splaying yourself over his chest. His arms envelop around your smaller frame and holds you tight into his comforting embrace. So warm and loving, you never want to leave.

“Good night, Mini.”

“Good night, love.”

Love. A tear escapes and trails down your cheek, you let it fall, just like you start to let yourself fall for the man holding you tight. For the man who always held you dear to him, who never wronged you and wishes for you to find true love.

You could only hope that maybe it could be him.

As you think about this and reminisce about your times spent together throughout these past seven years, you start to realize that Jungkook was never the one for you, that meeting him and Jimin around that time in college at a party. Perhaps it was always supposed to be Jimin.

A sinking feeling in your chest and stomach settles when you think this and your grip around him tightens.

You fall asleep that night wondering if Jimin could possibly ever truly see you that way too and Jimin falls asleep wondering the same thing. If you could ever love him back the way he’s so irrevocably in love with you ever since he saw you in that hallway the night of the frat party your first year. Before he bumped into you a moment later on the way to the bathroom and before Jungkook interrupted the two of you briefly introducing yourselves and sharing the same dislike for the overhyped party when he needed help getting rid of an old hookup that followed him almost the whole night.

Jimin’s biggest regret in life is pushing himself aside and letting Jungkook steal you away from him with his arm wrapped around your shoulder. Let him win you over with his stupidly handsome good looks and charming nature. Made himself blend into the background amongst others like he always did. What he knew best.

“I love you.” He leans his head and pecks the top of your head, hands gently brushing through the back of your hair as he stares off into the night sky outside his opened window, thinking how did this all go wrong in his favor.

Although, still awake you very much caught his soft whisper and you stop the tears from flowing any further in fear of him possibly noticing by his wet shirt and your sniffles.

Damn. A big fool you are indeed, falling for an unfaithful asshole when this beautiful soul was right here all along.

A/N: I’m so glad you made it to the end & I truly hope you enjoyed this 🫶🏻 pls let me know ur thoughts. I love you so much 😚🩷💗💕🎀

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sky-scribbles · 3 months

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Playlist for my Aeor longfic

I failed to figure out how to do a fancy spotify embed like the kids do but uh. Here's the playlist for Gravity!

I listened to this while planning and writing, and there are even a few shout-outs to the songs in the fic... Songs are arranged chronologically, so you should be able to hear the story happening, hopefully :'D

Further yelling about song choices under the cut!

A Matter of Time - This one is... sort of the fic's opening titles in my head? I wanted to start out with an instrumental, to capture the vibes of the months before the fic opens - Essek and Caleb apart, thinking about the T-Dock, and each other. Wondering. Waiting.

Horse to Water - Essek in Chapter 1, knowing his life as the Shadowhand is ending, waiting for Caleb to come and take him away to whatever comes next. (I'm normally very picky about not putting songs that reference modern day stuff on fantasy playlists but this one's vibes were too perfect)

Dear Fellow Traveller - Two wizards heading into Aeor together.

Conquest of Spaces - A song for Aeor. A dark, beautiful city, the remains of a people who lived by greed and power. (And two wizards in the ruins, trying to draw closer to each other.)

Neptune - This is mostly for Essek's breakdown in chapter 5, as he worries he'll never break out of his Shadowhand manipulation, wanting to be closer to Caleb and not knowing what that would even look like. And it's a little for Caleb in chapter 6, too, grappling with his feelings for Essek and his fears that they'll ultimately be bad for each other.

Please Don't Say You Love Me - ... and as they move past those fears, this song is for them tentatively acknowledging what they might be to each other. Not yet. But maybe soon.

Woodwork - This is for the chapters 6-9 span, as they learn more about Brashaar's plan. The pressure of a crisis has an odd way of making them realise just how deep their trust and care for each other runs.

Two Evils - Since we're at the point where Brashaar shows up, she gets a song now! This is pretty much her internal monologue during her confrontation with the wizards (though she really should have paid attention to 'if you're not careful, you will lose her' in reference to Quaera...)

Winter - Travelling northward, and yearning. Wishing they had more time.

Mind - A song for a young Quaera, slowly forming a personality, wondering about who she is and how her identity forms...

The Tower - ... and having their own breakdown.

What Could Have Been - I love me a good villainous breakdown, and this is a song for Brashaar's. This is how I imagine she feels during the final confrontation, raging against the gods, against Caleb and Essek, against Quaera after they turn from her. Not quite able to let go of what she thinks Aeor could have been. What, in her eyes, the world is meant to be. (As a bonus, I think the second verse sounds a bit like a retort to her from Quaera...)

Everybody Wants to Rule the World - This is such a fun cinematic cover, and I can't tell you how many times I've imagined a mental AMV of the final battle with Brashaar set to it :'D

Ori, Embracing the Light - I wanted an instrumental here too, because... Essek is dead, Caleb is in shutdown, and Essek and Quaera are communing with the Luxon, a being that doesn't really speak with words. Also, 'embracing the light' is exactly what Quaera does at this point.

Would That I - I know we all use this as Caleb's 'learning to live and love again' song... and I am no exception. This is for him after the T-Dock, finally fully acknowledging his grief, and his love for Essek.

First Day of my Life - Just two wizards realising that they have a future, and agreeing to slowly work at what's between them.

Ready to Call This Love - This one speaks for itself, honestly.

Five - Both of the wizards in the final chapter, but especially Essek realising how isolated he's been from the world, and letting it all in so he can feel it. (Also, studying the universe is a love language - )

Gravity - Gravity is a metaphor for love!!!!

#please know that restricting myself to just four sleeping at last songs #is Enormous restraint for me #anyway uh have some songs and rambling #shadowgast #gravity and all that's born within #essek thelyss #caleb widogast #critical role

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final-milf-ratchet · 4 months

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TFA Jazz and Prowl sneaking out for "meditation", knowing no one will want to join them, and having the wildest, most passionate sex every time,,

I need you to know how hard i wheezed at "au naturel" as a way to say they're doing it raw,, also i admire you pun skills.

The two of them just keep going at it, and one morning when Prowl's stretching he swears he feels like his plating is.. swollen a little. but Jazz doesn't seem to notice, so he doesn't say anything. a week or two later though ? he's definitely swollen. impossible to miss now, considering how skinny he normally is. But it takes Jazz dragging him to Ratchet for them to have a positive verdict.. they really have a bitty problem. maybe, even, a dual bitty problem..

(My pun skills are the result of years of secret government training, creating the most underappreciated jokester ever made 🫡 I can walk into a room and make every person there groan with how bad my jokes and puns are. )

Bumblebee: where do you guys go all the time 🤨

Prowl: 😶‍🌫️

Jazz: uh... Meditation?

Bumblebee: boring! Forget I asked 🙄

Prowl and jazz: 😇😇

Listen prowls all about that nature stuff! I think jazz shows up with a condom meditation day one and prowl looks at him like he's stupid. You can't connect with nature if you're using a rubber. Idiot. (Prowl just likes creampies)

They do actually meditate! They just take 'bonding' breaks in-between meditation sessions 😉😉 making sure they really get know each other. Intimately.

Prowl and jazz always stretch together, it is an important part of exercising and meditation! Making sure your joints are loose and all that. And then, one day prowl notices it's getting a little, harder to touch his toes (ped-tips? What would you even call this part of their feet??) No one says anything, but he assumes he needs to cut back the energon a little bit...

And then a couple weeks later jazz watches him struggle for a few minutes before (gently) suggesting they go talk to ratchet. Prowls got a little bump, only noticeable when you really look for it...

Ratchet is SO MAD

He knows these fuckers know how to use a condom!!! He has a stock of them just to be sure!! And what does prowl go and do??! GET HIMSELF PREGNANT!!! Out of all the bots he thought he had to worry about Bulkhead and Bumblebee knocking each other up but turns out the real enemy was PROWL!!!! (He says all of this while marching around taking stock of what they need to get for prowl to have a healthy pregnancy)

And now everyone knows they were sneaking out to frag whenever they said they were 'meditating' bumblebee is .5 seconds away from a breakdown when he realizes prowls been getting laid every single day.

Optimus is also .5 seconds away from a breakdown but that's because he's thinking about them having to deal with prowls pregnancy on EARTH with only RATCHET as a doctor and ratchets not even trained in maternity care and theirs TWO SPARKLINGS and- and!!! (And then he faints. Poor Optimus it's just going to keep getting worse for him. As soon as prowl gives birth and jazz lets him hold the twins, Optimus falls head over heels for them. He is best uncle.)

#prowl #tfa prowl #jazz #tfa jazz #jazzprowl #tfa jazzprowl #uh #tfa ratchet #tfa optimus #but only mentioned #valveplug #mechpreg #sparkings

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wen-kexing-apologist · 1 year

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Heart's Vocalization Thoughts and Feelings

Hello and welcome to another round of Moonlight Chicken Posts That Literally No One @respectthepetty Specifically Asked For:

Heart Edition Round ?? i've lost count.

Mx. RTP may have gotten me hooked on red/blue through clothing but my first and truest love will always be lighting so I need everyone, but especially Professional Life Ruin-er Formerly Known as "Petty" (you're my best friend now, sorry I don't make the rules), to understand that this specific lighting ruined my life. Like on a cellular level, my body is a wasteland, my mind will never recover. Stepping in from the outside world, from Heart's world, Heart's life, Heart's home in to the rich, red, warmth of Li Ming's world, Li Ming's home. I've said it before, but I'll say it again, if my memory serves me correctly we never see Heart in warm lighting until the end of Episode 4, and we definitely don't see Heart in red lighting until Episode 5. Up until this point when Li Ming and Heart are together, there is always blue lighting on them, and especially when they are in Heart's home there is always a blue wash on the whole scene. So finally, finally we get red lighting babyyyyyy, fuck yeah!

Ok, sorry, I'm normal again.

Initial thoughts going in to the actual scene are as follows: 1. Stripes, my beloved! 2. Heart is so head over heels for Li Ming it's ridiculous.

Anyway, I love the small little smile that Heart has on his face here when Li Ming is essentially giving him an 'I told you so' to Heart about asking his Mom. I know that Li Ming sees Heart earlier on in the episode, but he isn't present for the conversation between Li Ming and his mother so regardless of whether he knows that Li Ming talked to her, I don't think he knows the specifics. But he follows this comment up with "You're smart. You can persuade her." Obviously he knows that something happened because Heart's mother has never listened to her son before, why would she start now?

So! Much! Red! Lighting! They are in love your honor. I am so grateful for every moment we get to see of Li Ming and Heart alone together having fun. They may be on the edge of adulthood, but there is still so much repressed youth in them that has been dying to get out and can't because it's been contained by parental shame, by the need to work to survive, by the nature of generational gaps and unsuccessful attempts to protect your loved ones.

When Heart and Li Ming are by themselves (with the exception of the post confrontation mental breakdown session in Ep. 5) there is so much joy between them. And look at Li Ming, he is so proud of himself here, for successfully persuading Heart's mother to let Heart leave the house. They don't have to sneak out anymore, Heart's parents are finally starting to understand that they can't make their son problem go away if they just keep Heart cooped up.

Once again like father-figure uncle like nephew, Li Ming has found himself a love interest that is also obsessed with the family cat. Honestly, this cat is living the dream, all he has to do all day is be held for approximately 30 seconds and get fed a fuck ton of treats. So far this scene is just very cute, Heart taking in his surroundings, attaching himself immediately to the cat, absolutely bathed in red light. And there is something so simple I love about the set up this moment brings to the important turning point that immediately follows...

Heart's holding the cat with both his hands. He can't text or sign.

Side Note: I am curious if Thai sign language has finger spelling.

And here we go! Heart speaks, not just vocalizes, it's not an exclamation of surprise, it's not a shuddering breath, or a sob. It's not a squeak or random sound Heart makes because he can't hear how loud he is being. Up until this point, every time we have heard a sound from Heart it has been unintentional. This is the first time we hear Heart speak. And importantly, he doesn't have to. He doesn't have to say anything. There isn't anything urgent, nothing that would require a sound to get Li Ming's immediately attention. He doesn't need to say Jimbo's name, literally right before this he looked at Li Ming and pointed to the cat. He could have ended the acknowledgement there. But he doesn't. He speaks. And he absolutely does not look at Li Ming while he does it. He keeps his eyes trained firmly on the cat in front of him.

I stole this gif from @earthpirapat because I don't know how to make them, and because I need anyone who reads this to see Li Ming's reaction in this moment. He is also looking at Jimbo, because he, like the audience, believes that Heart is going to end his acknowledgement of the cat's name by pointing to the cat. Li Ming is content to watch his friend play with his cat, and that's all he is expecting. Until "yyim-" tickles his ear, and Li Ming's head snaps straight up to Heart's face. You can tell how surprised he is at the way he pulls his head back a bit more to really look at Heart. To make sure that what just happened is actually real when he says "bo".

And I think it's important to know that Heart does not really seem hesitant to speak. He just...does it. What he is hesitant to do is look at Li Ming. He waits a full two seconds after he's said "Jimbo" to look up from the cat he is holding in his arms.

But he has nothing to worry about because when his eyes go to Li Ming, what does he see?

A puppy dog of a man, radiating excitement. Li Ming is beaming. It's funny to me a little bit that the thought has never seemed to cross Li Ming's mind that Heart, who only went deaf three years ago, is actually able to speak. But nevertheless he is thrilled.

"You can speak?" he asks, and he's chuckling a little and pausing and you can see all the gears in his head turning as he signs because it's like his whole worldview just got rocked. And GOD I love this moment so much because from the second that Heart speaks Li Ming's eyes never leave Heart. Or if they do it is literally an unconscious thing that is happening when he's trying to remember his signs. Heart puts Jimbo down and Li Ming literally folds his body in half, to follow Heart's movement, bends over to tap him on the shoulder. "Hey, you can speak?" he says again.

"Yeah? Can you speak again? I want to hear." he asks, and he's baffled. He's losing his signs. Like he is signing successfully to Heart, sure, but it's taking him much longer to create his sentence than it normally does because he's still in such shock over what just happened. That Heart can speak, that he heard his voice. His brain cannot keep up with his emotions.

The face of a man verrryyyy skeptical that his voice would be that exciting for anyone to hear.

"I"

"Want"

"To Hear"

"Your Voice"

I have no thoughts. I have no notes for this. It is just an incredibly powerful moment to me in furthering Li Ming as a safe zone for Heart, as someone trusted and precious. Each sign is deliberate. This is a deliberate request. This isn't a question built on surprise, "wait wait do it again" this is specific. "I want to hear your voice"

Look how pleasantly surprised Heart is. Look how happy, how bewitched he is in this moment. A few weeks back, I wrote a post analyzing Heart's communication. At the time I wrote it, I was doing a lot of speculating about Heart and his ability to talk and what it meant for the character if he could versus if he couldn't. The tl;dr version was me essentially wondering how much agency Heart has over his own isolation. Is he capable of talking and chooses not to to test the people around him, maintaining control of his own isolation, with speaking as a lifeline, or because Thai is a tonal language did he lose the ability to speak because not being able to hear might impede his ability to make distinct tones. Either way he has the ability to talk, it's a matter of whether or not he could be understood if he did vocalize his words.

I got a pretty quick reply from @littlederxxnged with a link to this Tweet quoting P'Aof and Heart's voice:

And if this quote is real, if the reason Heart doesn't speak is because he lacks the confidence to, this makes the scene all the more important and all the more wonderful for me. Because it's showing us, the audience, that Li Ming makes Heart feel confident. Li Ming makes Heart brave.

And I love that I don't get a sense of fear from Heart in any of this. Surprise? Yes. Confusion? Yes. Skepticism? A bit. Hesitation? Absolutely. But it doesn't seem to come from a place of fear. Heart is not afraid of using his voice around Li Ming, and he is never afraid of what Li Ming's reaction will be. He certainly has no idea what Li Ming's reaction will be, but it shows how much trust these two have built in one another, that Heart feels safe enough with Li Ming to test his voice.

I don't know if Heart will speak again the show. I don't care if he does. Speaking is not his primary language anymore and he doesn't owe his voice to anyone. I just want to establish that before I say I find it so much more special that Heart says his own name, rather than Li Ming's here. Why? Because the way I interpret Heart's character at this point is a man who is far more certain about what he wants out of life, now that he is able to live his life again. We get to hear Heart's name, we get to hear Heart speak for himself.

Something really cute about this moment as well is Li Ming's reaction. "I heard you just say your name!" I love that he signs to Heart what he heard. I love it so much. We know that Heart is hesitant to speak, and it takes him a second to get the word out, and I'm sure he can feel the vibrations of his vocal chords when he says his name, but he can't hear it. Li Ming is SO obviously happy, so obviously thrilled.

But this is about Heart, Li Ming's feelings have nothing to do with it. Okay, Li Ming's feelings have everything to do with it for Heart. But Li Ming's initial, gut-reaction response to hearing Heart, hesitantly say his name, is to hype the ever-loving FUCK out of that boy.

"You're great! You're awesome! How can you speak? You're so great. I'm happy." and GOD Heart can't even hear him say it. Li Ming isn't signing here, I mean he is very obviously happy, and very obviously showering Heart in praise. But Heart cannot hear him. For most of the hug he can't even read Li Ming's lips. But the pride, the joy, the excitement is so palpable. He's jumping up and down, you don't really need to hear his words to feel how happy he is about what just happened.

He pulls back "How could you do it? I'm happy. Can you see? I'm so happy," He is talking so fast. He is talking so so fast. He cannot contain himself. But he has integrated himself so much into Heart's life, that despite the fact that he is fully forgetting to sign here, he is touching Heart, he is jumping up and. down with Heart, he is showing Heart how much being trusted with his voice means to him.

Sweet baby angel, you are talking so fast. He sees a bunch of words coming out of your mouth but does not hear what you are saying. And he looks confused because he definitely did not anticipate this strong of a positive reaction to just saying his name. Especially when you consider he isn't confident in his voice. He looks confused because he almost certainly did not anticipate this outcome.

(Ignore the subtitles on that second picture, focus on Heart's smile)

Does Heart owe us his voice? No. Did we ever need to know if he could speak? No. Does this moment hit particular hard after the confrontation scene last episode concerning the use of the term "mute" in reference to Heart. Absolutely. We saw how much it hurt Heart to learn his mother refers to him as mute.

We know Heart has to beg Li Ming to even tell him what she said, Heart can see how much Li Ming hesitated to deliver that blow. He saw how strongly Li Ming was standing against his parents, he's a smart kid. He might not be able to follow the full conversation cause it's happening quickly, and they are shouting which fucks with lip shape to read lips, and Li Ming and his mother are both facing away from him. But he knows his mother said something bad, he knows Li Ming defended him.

It is so so so so so SO important to me that Heart decides to speak in this moment. That he uses his voice casually, to say a cat's name, in private, with just the two of them.

Heart's voice is not a commodity, it's not a novelty. It's a gift. And Li Ming treats it as such. Heart is being vulnerable with Li Ming. Heart hasn't spoken to anyone in three years, and when he does speak in front of Li Ming for the first time Li Ming literally cannot contain his joy. I love how many times the camera cuts to Heart's face in this, to show us to tell us that Heart loves this. That he is surprised by it, but that he is more than happy to speak again, that he is smiling the whole time because he knows how important it is to Li Ming. Because it's important to him too.

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mlove44lh · 1 year

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Don´t hurt yourself

Chapther 5 - Emptiness

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Previously chapter

Warnings: mention of cheating, angst, swearing,

Words: 3.561

“God was in the room when the man said to the woman, "I love you so much. Wrap your legs around me. Pull me in, pull me in, pull me in." Sometimes when he'd have her nipple in his mouth, she'd whisper, "Oh, my God." That, too, is a form of worship.”

"He's here.” I didn't see his car or the lights in our apartment on, but I'm sure of it. It's like I can still feel his presence even though he's meters away. At least that hasn't faded away yet.

The tears from the earlier breakdown are still on my face, but I'm calmer now.

"He’s better be. Now come on, I'll help you upstairs."

Alessia unbuckles her seatbelt and opens the driver's door, but I grab her arm to stop her from getting out of the car.

"No, I'm fine. Let me go alone."

"Are you crazy? Look at you, Y/n. I'm not going to..."

"I'm serious," I interrupt her. "I don't want to go home being carried. I'm not that bad."

I am feeling terrible, but she doesn't need to know how much.

Alessia stares at me for a few seconds before relenting and closing the door on her side.

"Alright, but I'll stay right here, in case you need anything throughout the night. Just to make sure you're okay."

"Go home. I've already caused you enough trouble today. I'll be fine, I promise."

We stay silent for a few seconds before she speaks again.

"You know, if you need help hiding his body, I can assist you."

I chuckle amidst the mess of tears at her comment.

"I'll let you know."

I open the car door and unbuckle my seatbelt. Alessia grabs my hand before letting me get out of the car.

"Y/n. I..." Her eyes tell me what I already know. We've always had a crazy connection where sometimes words aren't even necessary.

"I know. I'll call you when I can."

We exchange a lingering look before I finally let go of her hand and step out of the car. Alessia nods, her eyes filled with concern, and I close the door behind me.

I glance back one last time before stepping into the building. My agitation is palpable, and I can feel my whole body trembling as I wait for the elevator to arrive at the top floor apartment. I try to envision my next steps, but my mind is so muddled that I can't hold a coherent thought for more than a few seconds.

I look at my reflection in the elevator mirror and can't recognize myself through the blurry makeup and the dark bags under my eyes. Just this realization makes me want to cry again. I never thought I would reach this point, never thought it would hurt this much.

I take the key out of my bag as soon as the elevator doors open, revealing the entrance of my home. My hands tremble slightly, and I struggle a bit to place the key in the lock, but I manage to open and close the door without making too much noise. The apartment is dark, and I refrain from turning on the lights to avoid drawing attention. I take off my heels and take a few cautious steps, only to bump into the side table near the entrance with a loud thud. The sound echoes throughout the apartment, cutting through the silence of the night. I release a frustrated sigh and feel a sharp pain in my hip from the impact. I remain motionless for a moment, waiting to see if I've been noticed.

What the hell am I doing? Why am I trying to avoid being noticed by him? Why do I feel like I have to hide my current state? It's not like he doesn't know the way he left me.

The questions echo in my mind, mixed with the throbbing pain in my hip. Angrily, I throw my heels away, watching them hit the floor with a muffled clatter. So I sit on the cool living room floor, leaning against the wall. I feel the hot tears run down my face again, I feel so much that I couldn't even name it now. My crying now isn't compulsive like earlier, but I don't make myself try to hide the tears anymore, I don't care what I look like, or how Lewis is going to find me here, I'm tired, so fucking tired.

I can hear footsteps approaching, but I don't move from my spot.

Lewis appears in the room, his gaze surprised as he sees me sitting on the floor in this state. He's wearing only a sweatpants that I gave him shortly after we first met. A wave of sadness envelops me as I see the worn fabric and faded colors of this garment that I had asked him several times to throw away. But he always refused, telling me it had sentimental value.

The sight of that sweatpants is a painful reminder of how we started and where we are now.

The feeling of loss is poignant. I feel like I've lost not just Lewis, but also a part of myself. My hands tremble, and my heart clenches with the overwhelming sadness that consumes me.

Lewis looks disconcerted, unsure of what to say or do in the face of my state. His eyes fill with remorse, but the words seem to elude him. He tries to approach, but I move away.

"No!"

It's the only thing I can say. It's a plea, and he knows it, as he immediately backs away upon hearing my single word.

"Y/n, let me help you.”

There's pain in his voice, but it also sounds harsh.

"You want to help me?! When all of this is your fault?"

Lewis crouches down, getting closer to my height. I shouldn't say anything now, I'm still drunk, sad, and angry, anything that comes out of my mouth now will likely be regrettable. But I don't think I have much more to lose, so I keep letting the words flow.

"A guy bought me a drink today. A fucking dry martini.” I look at him, trying to discern any change in his expression. But Lewis remains unmoved. “And I accepted. I accepted because I realized what he wanted with it, and I wanted to try to understand. I wanted to see if I could...”

The incessant tears become more potent, and I have to focus on my breathing to maintain some semblance of calm.

"He was handsome. He thought I was beautiful too. He wanted to take me to his hotel room and fuck me." I keep my eyes fixed on Lewis. "You know, I've never been so hurt in my life, I never thought I could feel so angry at you. And even though..." Some sobs escape from me. "And even though, I couldn't even consider the idea of cheating on you.”

My head is still resting against the wall, and I don't have the strength to even maintain a posture.

"The only thing I can think of is why. What led you to do this to me? What made you come to the conclusion that I wasn't good enough and cheat on me with her? And why did you do this to me at the worst moment of my life?"

Tears well up in my eyes again as another wave of sorrow hits me.

"This isn't love, Lewis. This can't be love."

Lewis finally moves, walking towards me and helping me to get up. I don't pull away from him this time, knowing that if he doesn't take me away from here, I'll be sitting on this floor all night.

I stand up with his help, and Lewis carries me to our room, leading me to the ensuite bathroom. Tears are streaming down his face as well, but he doesn't make a sound, nor does he look directly at my face.

He let go of me to turn on the shower, and I lean against the sink counter.

He turns to look at me after the water starts flowing. With great care, he removes each piece of my clothing. I look into his eyes that avoid meeting mine, and he does everything without showing anything other than sadness.

The warm water against my skin helps me relax, even if only slightly. He leaves the bathroom and doesn't come back. I wait for his return, but there is none. The sound of the water falling prevents me from hearing much of what is happening outside the bathroom.

As the effects of the alcohol wear off, I begin to feel shame and fear creeping in.

When I finally feel calmer, I turn off the shower and step out of the stall, still feeling a bit shaky. I walk to the closet where the hanging clothes seem blurred to my swollen, tear-filled eyes. I dress myself before even thinking about what I'm going to do.

I leave the room and come face to face with his figure, sitting in one of the chairs at the dining table, seemingly waiting for me.

As I stare at him, standing still in front of the bedroom door, his expression is one of exhaustion. He looks older than he did just a day ago. His eyes are red and tears stain his face.

Despite the hurt and anger I feel, my heart clenches at the sight of Lewis in such a state. I never wanted this, but still, I feel guilty for our situation.

What Emma said is true, I was very happy with him for many years.

I never thought I would find myself in this situation. I never thought he could hurt me this much.

"Are you feeling better? Sober?" His voice comes out hoarser than usual.

"Yes," I whisper.

"Then sit. Please." He points to the chair in front of him.

I think about ignoring him, but I don't want to act as I should anymore, I want to act as I want. And now what I want is to hear what he has to say. So I comply with his request and sit in front of him. I don't think I have anything else to say to him, but I realize he has a lot to say as he looks at me again.

Lewis looks at me for some time before gathering the courage to start speaking. The first rays of sunlight begin to invade the apartment.

"It was at the Monza Grand Prix. The first race weekend since... that happened." He lowers his gaze as he mentions the last part, and I feel a shiver run through my entire body. "You stayed home. I think that was the first time in my life that I raced without caring about the result. I knew I didn't need to go that weekend; Toto had made that clear. But I don't know, I thought that if I could focus on something, I could take some of that feeling out of me. But no, I didn't focus on anything for a single second. It was a terrible weekend, and I shouldn't have gone.”

Lewis still doesn't look at me. His tension is almost palpable, and his melancholy seems more evident with each passing second.

"I felt so much anger, so much hatred towards myself. For some reason, I felt guilty for not being able to give you what you wanted, what we wanted. I could barely look at you, not because I blamed you or anything, but because I blamed myself. And I regret so much not even trying to talk to you, not forcing you to talk to me. I knew you wanted to talk. But back then, everything was so painful and confusing." He takes a few seconds to breathe before continuing. "On Sunday, my flight got delayed by a few hours, remember?” I don't answer him, just move my head down millimeters to show him I understand, and that he can proceed. “I didn't think it was worth booking another hotel room, so I decided to spend that time at the hotel bar. It was empty, almost dawn already. I just wanted that feeling inside me to go away, so I started drinking. And she showed up, all alone. I didn't know who she was, but she knew who I was, and it seemed like she knew exactly what to say.”

Lewis lifts his gaze to me, perhaps to see if I'm still following along. My body burns, the pain I feel as I listen to every word that comes out of his mouth seems to be physical. But I remain still, waiting for him to continue.

"We had some drinks. And after a few hours, she asked me to accompany her to her room. And I went. And when we got there, she asked me if I wanted to come in. And for some reason, I said yes.”

He continues to look at me, and I continue to look at him. We are sitting just inches apart, but the feeling is as if he is miles away. Until this moment, I hadn't stopped to imagine how he was able to do what he did. I wasn't aware that I needed this explanation. Although it doesn't bring me comfort, at least now I am aware, and I no longer need to speculate and hurt myself with my own imagination.

"I don't know why I did what I did. And it didn't feel right at any moment. I knew it was wrong, I mean, it wasn't out of my control or anything like that. I did what I did fully aware, even though I was miserable. But at that moment, I didn't care about anything."

His hands are tightly intertwined, with the tendons clearly visible, showing a strong grip.

"I left that room, and it didn't take long for regret to hit me. I cried all the way back as if it could undo what I did. I decided not to tell you because it was a mistake that meant nothing, and no one would find out." His pauses become more frequent. "I came home determined to change our situation, to help us overcome that moment. But you were so deeply absorbed in your sadness that you didn't move to change, and I understand, but at that moment, I felt frustrated. And again, I didn't push myself or push you to take any action, I just accepted it, or rather, I gave up.”

I feel my breathing getting heavier. But I don't think I have any tears left to cry.

"I found out who she was weeks later, when I met Matteo in Brackley and he showed me a picture of her. I thought I couldn't feel any worse, but the guilt multiplied at that moment, not because of him or her. But because I knew that you would eventually meet someday, and that even without knowing, you would see in person the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life. She became real at that moment.”

"I met with her afterwards. I asked to speak with her after I found out who she was, thinking it would put an end to it, not wanting to take any risks. But..." He pauses, knowing he doesn't need to continue. They kept meeting, it's obvious. "It lasted for a few weeks, I found ridiculous reasons to make myself believe that none of it was wrong. Every time you cut off contact or kept your distance, I believed even more that there was a reason for what I was doing. But it all ended things before November. I think I snapped out of that numbness and apathy and realized what I was doing at the same time as I watched you trying to get better. I decided to end it and hoped it would never affect you. I never wanted to tell you, thought I could hide it and go back to normal. But of course you noticed, and the more distant you became, the more distant I became too. Not because I didn't care, but because I was afraid you would find out and give up on me. But I didn't realize that by doing that, I only made our situation worse.”

He separates his intertwined hands and extends one of them towards me, slowly, as if wanting to make sure I will allow the contact. I'm indecisive, unsure if I want or can handle the touch at this moment. But before I can make a conscious decision, I feel Lewis' hand on mine, which is resting on the table. His hand is warm and firm, and I feel his fingers gently closing around mine. It's a comforting gesture, yet it hurts like never before.

"You said I looked at her the same way I looked at you, but that's not true, Y/n. I never even looked at her in any other way than to fulfill a stupid need that I thought I had. She will never be half of who you are. It was never your fault, and it never will be. I love you more than anything, and I tried my best in everything I did for you, until the moment I broke our relationship in a way that I don't know if it can be fixed." His hand tightens around mine. "I won't insist on you giving me a second chance. Not after tonight. What you said and how you're feeling right now, it's more devastating for me than I thought possible. I want us back, but if you don't want that, I'll understand. I love you too much to push for it after what I've done to you.”

His voice comes out choked with tears, which hurts me deeply. I desperately wish I could say something to ease the weight we both carry, but the words elude me, and there's nothing I can offer to improve our situation right now.

I only decide to speak up once I'm sure he's finished telling me what he needed to say.

"I don't think you can truly understand what I've been through and what I'm going through right now," I say in a calmer tone than I expected. I watch Lewis cry in front of me as I try to formulate what I'm going to say. He breaks eye contact, but I keep looking at him. "And I will never know your feelings and what led you to do what you did.”

Gently, I pull my hand away from his touch.

"Look at me," I say. He turns his gaze towards me instantly. "But I still love you. More than I should. But I don't know if that's enough.”

"It's okay.” His expression falls again, I never thought I would see him like this, but I also never thought I would be in this state.

“I'm not sure if I want to end this. And I don't want to think about it anymore today. I'm exhausted, Lewis, exhausted from thinking and trying to understand. I just need some time away from everything.”

“I can spend another night away.”

“No. It's okay. You can stay here.”

I get up and walk towards him, closer than I have been in the past few weeks. Lewis is sitting down, so his height is a bit shorter than mine. His hands rest on the sides of my legs, and he leaves them there. And I don't mind the contact, nor do I move to pull away.

"I'm not worried about forgiving you," his eyes shimmer. "I'm worried about what will happen if I do forgive you. How I can trust you again? how I can no longer be afraid or ashamed? And all of this seems so much more complex than I could handle, even with all the love in the world. I don't know how long it would take for me to heal from this.”

"I'm not going anywhere. I'll wait for you to be sure, no matter how long it takes."

"I may not come back."

"That’s okay. Just let me know." His eyes are sad, but he seems more relieved now.

I nod as I place one of my hands on his shoulder.

"Let's go. I need to get some sleep."

He accompanies me to the entrance door of the master bedroom.

"Goodnight." The smile on his lips looks pained. He looks at me for a few seconds before heading to the guest room and closing the door behind him.

"Goodnight, Lewis." I say to no one, knowing that my words won't be heard by him.

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Promises

Recycled from 2023!

Plot: unlike def leppard nikki makes promises he cannot keep

Warnings: mental breakdown, smut

Another friday night. You spent the day at home cooking a lovely meal for nikki, he was always disappearing to have a drink with his band but this time he promised to come home, it was different from all the other promises because this time he said he ment it.

Again.

You cooked you both a huge chilli, his favourite. And set it out by 7pm. He finished work at 5 but you didnt expect him to come home straight away, that was completely fine. Just aslong as he was home before nine.

8pm. You ass was getting sore from the uncomfortable wooden seat that you waited on and the candles where halfway done. Yeah sure you where nervous but its not exactly like hes done anything wrong, theres still time for him to arrive. You thanked the stars you put the plastic containers over the plates or otherwise they would be cold.

8:30. You where growing impatient, the tight black dress you wore starting to itch. No matter how much you checked your phone you wouldnt call him. Its his job to keep a promise. He is an adult.

8:50. Tears started growing in your eyes "ten minutes nikki. You got ten more minutes" you whispered to yourself.

8:51...

8:52...

8:53...

8:59 *ping* your phone buzzed

Contact name: "nikki"

"Hay baby foing to be a lirtle late back hime tonight, lobe you so much x"

That same message you got almost every second day, your eyes pouring of tears now.

"Fuck you."

Not exactly mature but your brain was racing and it was all you could muster up. Instead of doing what you would usually do, cry in your bed. You picked up the two, well made, plates of food and threw them on the ground.

Screaming all hell. The wine glasses filled with that extremely expensive wine he bought you? Smashed against the wall. You would crush the candles but they had already completely melted.

Your phone rang and rang as you lay on the kitchen floor covered in cold chilly, pieces of glass from the wine glasses leaving tiny scars on your arms. Anyone wouldve thought you where manic, but you thought this was too tame compared to how he really made you feel. You cried your eyes out as if you had no neighbours and you where in the planet completely alone, thats how you felt anyways.

10pm, you didnt move from your position, the melt down slowing but the crying becoming more dramatic.

"How could he do this to me? Im such a great girlfriend. I cook home made meals, i dont expect much of him" you though, only seeing red.

*click*

You look over to see nikki standing at the door way, looking at you like you where some sort of monster "babe? Ive been calling you like crazy! What have you done!" He scolded you, walking towards the 'crime scene' as few might describe it. "You have no fucking right to be scolding me!" You screamed back, standing up, feeling light headed from crying and screaming so much "every week, i slave in the kitchen over you" you pointed to the chilli on the ground "baby i promise ill come home tonight you just go cook a fucking meal that will take you fucking hours so that i can stand you up!" You mocked him. You walked towards him slowly, grabbing onto his shirt leaving it covered in chilli "ive fucking had it with you nikki" you said weakly, crying "i-" "dont talk to me right now" you walked upstairs, a trail of chilli staining the white carpet.

You ran a shower and locked the bathroom door so that he couldnt come in. The water pelting against you as you sat down made the feeling go away, the deep feeling of being stabbed in the back. After your long shower you got out and put on your pjs that thank god you remembered to take them in and dried your hair with the hairdryer that sat on the counter.

*knock knock*

You turned round to look at the door where the knocks came from. "Honey?" god he knew you loved when he called you that "what is it, nikki?" "Let me in please" he winced, almost like he was crying "i cant" he just huffed and sat against the door "i know i failed you multiple times" you sat against the door too feeling your eyes tear up "but god if you only knew how much i love you. God if only i could show you then youd know forever" "nikki ive heard it before. Your never going to change" you heard him crying softly "baby please" he pawed at the door, the alcohol becoming more evident. You reluctantly opened the door and he looked up at you like a lost kitten, propping himself up with one hand, eyes bright red and puffy. You both stayed still for a minute untill you got onto your knees, his gorgeous eyes scanning your face for your next move. Softly you kissed him and he brought his hand up to hold your face.

Without warning nikki slowly started backing you up onto the floor, his other hand behind your head. When you where fully on the ground, his hands traveled down to your pj pants to pull them down to your ankles while you undid his tight leather jeans. Soon you where both stripped as nikki sat inbetween your legs, kissing you on the neck making you whimper softly. He grabbed onto your hands tight "please dont leave me baby" he whispered, your hand coming up to tangle your fingers in his hair making him whimper too. He sat up, left arm resting by your head, legs spreading yours to give him more access and his right hand holding his dick. He dragged his tip through your folds painfully slow, knowing how to tease you right "nikki hurry up!" You laughed, you laughter was cut off by a gasp as he pushed into you. He moved down slowly since there was no foreplay, both groaning as he did so "fuck honey, your so tight"

You grabbed him into a tight hug as he finally got right into you, stopping to let your pussy adjust. "Are you okay baby?" You pulled him back in, making his dick go in further, you moan softly "i missed you" as a response nikki started moving out of you and moving back in before he was fully out. Your back arched on the cold tiles as nikkis pace quickened, still in a tight hug. He peppered your face with kisses making your face blush even more"im so sorry baby, im so sorry" he mumbled speeding up, your sweat mixing and the sound of his skin hitting yours becoming louder. You trailed your tongue up his neck making him moan and rest his forehead head on the cold tiles. You brought your hand down to play with your clit noticing that nikki was unintentionally getting more out of it than you, your other hand coming up to tug on his black scruffy hair.

Five minutes later he started thrusting sloppily and you felt the knot in your tummy tighten as he started to hit the g spot, you let out a loud moan and nikki figured you out, pushing in and out harder the exact way he did making you almost cry his name "baby...im going to cum" you winced feeling your vision blur and nikkj picked up his pace"let yourself go honey, cum around me" it was odd not hearing nikki swear and dirty talk but then again it was odd having soft sex and even odder having it on the bathroom floor. Your thighs shook as you felt the knot undo. Nikki moaning loudly when he felt you tighten around him "oh fuck baby, where should i cum" "on my chest" with that he pulled out fast and pumped himself a few times, making deep eye contact.

After a second or two his warm cum splatted on your tummy and rolled down your sides, he let out a struggled moan, hanging his head low.

None of you moved for a minute or two. Your back lay against the cold tiles gasping for air and nikki stayed between your legs gasping too. Both covered in sweat. Eventually he got some toilet paper and cleaned you both up, after, he picked you up carefully and carried you bridal style into the bedroom laying you down gently, no words spoken at all. "Are you alright darling?" He looked down at you "i just need you to be here then ill be alright" you felt your eyes tearing up, he got in next to you, staring at you sympathetically "ill be home tomorrow night i swear on it, ill try even harder" you couldnt help but frown, hearing the same speech again and again was getting tiring "yeah." "what did i say?"

"What you say every day" he stopped to think for a minute "ill try harder this time, ill tell mick. You know him he wont let me stay i swear, I want to be better for you baby i mean it" you felt your cheeks glow but stopped yourself from thinking of any change actually happening.

Saturday night. You spent the day at home cooking a lovely meal for nikki, he was always disappearing to have a drink with his band but this time he promised to come home, it was different from all the other promises because this time he said he ment it. Again.

You cooked you both a spaghetti, your favourite. And set it out by 7pm. He finished work at 5 but you didnt expect him to come home straight away, that was completely fine. Just aslong as he was home before nine.

8:30. Tears started growing in your eyes again *CLICK*

"hey baby im home!"...

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