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mayajadewrites · 2 days

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could've been you: aizawa x reader x hawks

summary: You're the new teacher at UA with a rocky past with one of their beloved teachers, Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead. You'd rather never see him again but alas, such is life. You also meet Keigo, aka Hawks, who is the opposite of Aizawa. Smiley, golden retriever energy. Nothing could go wrong... right? relationships: aizawa x fem!reader, hawks x fem!reader warnings: some chapters will be NSFW, they will have a warning on them in bold.

CHAPTER THREE

"You're starting to give me stalker vibes, Aizawa." You watch as his body leaves the wall he was leaning on. "How long have you been standing out here?"

"Since I heard you moan that bird's name."

You freeze. He heard that? He's 2 doors down. He has to be lying.

But that's way too specific to be a lie.

"Sorry I disrupted your sleep." You shrug and turn to go back into your room.

"You know I don't sleep." Aizawa slid his hands in his pockets and stepped towards you. His hair was pulled in a half up, half down style, pieces of his hair framing his face.

"Yeah, I can tell." You look up at Aizawa as his tall body hovers over yours. "Those under eye bags don't lie." You take the pad of your thumb and softly touch the skin under his eye. He watches your movements closely, his body jumping slightly at the touch.

You pull your hand back, unsure of why you even did that.

You hate this man.

"I might have some face products that'll help you out." You try to ease the tension you now feel in the pit of your stomach. "You know, to look less tired."

"I don't trust you coming near my face like that." He turned his head away from you. "Do you hear that?"

You try to focus on the noises in the building. There's pipes, the sounds of students playing video games, and then you hear giggling.

"It's my students." He whispers. "It's past curfew, they should be in their rooms."

You hear footsteps starting to get closer, and closer.

Aizawa pushed you gently into your room, locking the door behind him.

"I didn't know this was your room, Eraser."

"I didn't want the students seeing us, well, more you dressed like that." His dark brown eyes travelled up and down your body.

"And why's that?! Teachers can't have a life outside of school?" You plant your hands on your hips. "It's stupid to think they don't know that teachers are real people outside of the classroom."

"You have a hickey on your neck." Aizawa used his index finger to poke at the bruise. "They would've thought I did that if they saw us standing together."

"You wish you did." You turn on your heel to your kitchen and grab a water from your fridge. "Since you're here, do you want something to drink? Poison perhaps?"

"Water is fine." Aizawa makes his way to your couch, around were Keigo was just sitting, making out with you. His hands all over your skin.

After you hand Aizawa the bottle of water, you sit parallel to him on the couch. A considerable space away from him.

"You really paused the movie you were watching?" Aizawa extended his arm across the back of the couch, almost touching the top of your head.

"Yeah, I wanted to finish it. I also don't like background noise when I'm... you know."

"Start it over." He leaned back and got himself more comfortable.

"Why? I've seen-"

"I haven't seen it. So can you for once just shut up and listen?"

You didn't argue. You pressed the 'Start Over' button and let the movie play.

You couldn't believe it. Aizawa was laughing. Not a loud laugh, by any means, but he let out a chuckle. You couldn't help but smile at the sound of his laugh.

As the movie progressed, your eyes felt more and more heavy.

You don't remember when you stopped watching.

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Your eyes fluttered open as the sunlight of a new day crept through your curtains.

But you weren't on your bed.

You felt someone breathing underneath you.

Your eyes grew wide as you softly turned, noticing the white t-shirt that you were just laying on. Complete with a chest and arms of muscle.

Your eyes flicker up, noticing Aizawa's eyes are closed. He's sleeping. His snores are light as his arms wrap around you tighter. You didn't want to wake him up, but you also didn't want to be laying on him anymore.

You squint to look at your microwave clock. 6:04 AM. You could let him sleep for another hour. He never sleeps.

You close your eyes again, leaning your head on his chest. You feel his cheek rest on top of your head as his hold on you tightens just ever so slightly.

You feel Aizawa's arms gently move you off of him as he stands up. "How long was I out?"

"Your guess is as good as mine. I don't remember when I fell asleep. But when I woke up, there you were."

"Shit, I have to get ready. The students can't see me leaving your room."

"Well how the turns table." You pad over to your bathroom. "Find a way out. I'm gonna shower." You wave and close the bathroom door.

What the fuck is happening.

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You dont know how, but Aizawa got out without being seen. You showered off last night and covered your hickey with some concealer. You can't help but think about how calm you felt with Aizawa. How relaxed he was.

When you walk into the classroom, it's like nothing ever happened. The students are all talking about... whatever it is going on in their teen lives. Aizawa is in the front of the room, organizing papers on his desk.

"Good morning Eraser." You set your bag down. "What's on the agenda for class today?"

"The kids are gonna spar each other in the gym space. We're gonna observe how they do against each other."

"That explosive kid is gonna be insane." You watch Bakugo as he pouts at something Midoria just said.

"Alright class, we want to see what you can do. We'll be sparring in the gym, so be prepared to use your quirks. Sparring partners will be told to you when we get there." Aizawa opened the door and walked out of the room. You followed behind him, along with the students.

"You better watch out Icy Hot, I'm gonna beat the crap out of you."

"You're awfully confident." Shoto said with his hands in his pockets. You worry about him and his home life. Enji was a terrible father, maybe still is, and Shoto no doubt has a lot of trauma. You stare at the scar on his face, a piece of your heart breaking.

You sit on the bleachers with Aizawa as he names off the list of people and their sparring partners. You lean back, looking up at the sky through the sun-roof of the building. The sky is bright blue, only a few clouds in the sky.

You watch as the clouds move over head. So peaceful.

Then you see a flash of dark red flying through the air. You smile when you see Keigo stop and wave at you, his yellow glasses sat perfectly on his face.

You watch him pull his phone out, seemingly texting you.

Keigo: You look beautiful even from up here.

You smile down at your phone and you can feel Aizawa staring at your phone screen. But you weren't going to give a reaction.

You: Hopefully you can't see the little present you left me. ;)

Keigo: Sorry, I couldn't help but want to taste you.

Your cheeks started to burn and you slid your phone in your pocket. Aizawa rolled his eyes, leaning his forearms on his legs as he leans his body forward.

You knew Aizawa was watching you. You knew that bothered him.

Oh well.

#aizawa x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #bnha shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta #aizawa #aizawa mha #hawks x reader #mha takami keigo #keigo x reader #keigo takami #bnha hawks #mha fanfic #mha fanfiction

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yogurtlamp · 2 days

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the scene with fx mq and xl on the heavenly crossing bridge really is such an amazing fight scene, it's got to be my favourite scene in the entire book.

I feel like before that scene, I never really understood why the xianle trio stuck together. or rather, I guess I did intellectually, but that scene really exemplifies the connection they have despite all the bad blood between them.

like, the way they're so completely in sync with each other during the fight, they hardly need to verbally communicate what they intend to do next. like yes there's a lot of dialogue, but most of the dialogue is them like... honestly chatting and joking around together? like you can see that they're familiar with each other in a way no one else is, not even hua cheng with xie lian.

like, hua cheng and xie lian work well together because they trust each other fully and are both very good fighters and can read each others moves, but the xianle trio works well together because they've fought together so many times before that they don't need words to understand what they're doing.

#tgcf #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #xie lian #mu qing #feng xin #xianle trio

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starfxkr · 2 days

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Need more John b x reader x tp!!jj omfggg!!!!!!

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whenever john b visited, it was like jj was 20 years younger. the two of them spun around each other in such an easy banter sometimes it felt like you were more of a spectator to decades of friendship rather than an active participant.

and that was fine, because after that first night john b would find his way into the bed and you'd be tucked between their two large bodies, completely content despite the heat and sweat clinging to your body. john b slept so soundly in the bed it seemed like there was always a him shaped space waiting to be filled during the weeks he was gone, one molded long before you came around. maybe it was.

it didn't make you feel like a third wheeler, not at all it made you feel like you were being welcomed into a part of jj's life that he kept close to his chest, yet he trusted you enough to fit you in.

jj thought you fit perfectly--even though he never outright said it. he tested the waters the first night, it'd been years since he shared anyone with john b but you were game, more than game really. from the way you preened under his best friends attention he knew things would only escalate, and the sense of relief he felt when it did was immense. now he didn't feel so tense about having john b around you, there was no need for any strained distances or subtle glances. and you took to john b so well he almost felt jealous.

like now, when he cracked his eyes open in the faint lighting of dawn to see you pressed against him, the brunettes fingers shoved in you mouth while his other hand slowly, gently rubbed over your clit--much gentler than he ever did-- as he spoke softly to you.

you gotta be quiet bubbe, don't wanna wake your old man up, you know he's gotta work early."

you sniffle softly, and given the hitch in your breath, jj knows his friend has sunk his fingers into your cunt, and the wet squelch that quickly fills the room has jj hard so fast he gets dizzy.

his eyes trail up your body, taking note of your soft trembling belly, the tender crescent of your areola partially exposed by your tank top and finally your eyes, screwed shut in effort to keep quiet.

then his gaze locks with john b's-- gentle and brown and jj doesn't know what to do. should he touch you? should he just watch?

the decision is made for him when john b whispers in your ear and your eyes flutter open, as if on instinct you reach for jj and he follows, slipping his hand in your panties next to his friends as the two work you with ease.

"you're a real greedy girl sweet pea, think i spoil you too much." jj kisses you before you can reply, sucking your tongue into his mouth just to hear you whimper.

never one to be left out, john b tilts your head up to capture your lips as well, jj following close behind until you're a tangle of tongues and kiss swollen lips as they continue to fuck you on their fingers all slick and messy as they both stretch you out.

you can barely breathe--they don't let you, and you're gasping to suck down as much air as possible when jj pulls the hood of your clit back for john b to stroke the sensitive flesh. your eyes screw shut yet again when your mouth drops open as you cum, soft clicking grunts echoing in the back of your throat that they swallow up gratefully until you relax.

you're laying on john b's chest when your done, both of you watching as jj shuffles around to get ready for work while the sun fully rises outside. he looks relaxed despite the fact that he's still semi hard--the handjob john b gave him did little to soothe the ache but he said it was fine. he might just call you for his lunch break. or he might just let it simmer until he came home.

john b doesn't get up either and jj doesn't make him, dapping him up from the bed as jj kisses you on the forehead and gives you permission to order out for dinner.

anything for you sweet pea, you know that.

between jj and john b you fit, seamlessly and easily, like they'd been waiting for you the whole time.

#✨.txt #trailer park!jj #jj x reader x john b prompt

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no-passaran · 24 hours

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ATTENTION IF YOU HAVE AN INSTAGRAM ACCOUNT

Meta (the company that owns Instagram and Facebook) is rolling out in more countries its update that steals the photos and texts that you upload to feed its AI.

(*26th June 2024. I have my phone in Catalan and Instagram, which is not fully available in Catalan, must have picked up the date from my phone and mixed it in the English message)

I have a private account and an open account, and I've only gotten this notification on my open account, so I'm assuming private accounts are safe for now (but considering Meta's history of human rights violations, privacy violations, lies, and doing everything they can for money, I'm not sure I trust them on this or that it will stay like this).

As the text says, you have the right to object to the content you uploaded being used for their AI. To request your content not be included, you have to send them this form (this is the hyperlink you get when you click "right to object" on the notification):

However, even if you send them this, Meta has to manually approve each application to decide whether or not they grant you the opportunity to opt out of their AI.

I've already received the email saying my objection has been approved and it will be applied "from now on". I don't know what legal basis they use, so if you want to copy what I said, basically I said I have photos of heritage sites that are copyright protected with a license where we are allowed to take photos and post them without a profit, but they're not allowed to use them in a commercial way such as AI training. It worked, so you can say the same if you want.

Something else to keep in mind:

If you have a friend whose account is open, let them know about this. Not only so that they can protect themselves, but also so that they don't upload photos of you and your face is used to generate AI images.

I have to say tho, even with my objection request being approved, I don't really feel safe in Meta services anymore, because I don't trust it. I think it's a good moment to delete our Facebook and Instagram accounts regardless.

#instagram #meta #technology #tech #technews #right to privacy #💬#anti ai

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endwersed · 3 days

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the dreams that are @hedwig221b & @dear-massacre 🥰

Another week, another li'l excerpt from my current Sterek FWB AU WIP: you don't see me. Derek and Stiles are besties since college and roommates, and Derek is 'straight'.

"Don't try to swallow," Stiles says. "It can be... a lot, your first time. Especially for a straight guy."

Derek frowns. “I told you, I don't mind –“

A quick, high laugh from Stiles' smiling, pink mouth effectively cuts Derek off, and he abruptly yanks the supporting hand out from under his head to clamp firm fingers around Derek's bicep.

“Dude,” he monotones, "just trust me on this.”

Derek allows himself a beat to click his tongue irritably, but concession comes soon enough, in the form of a long, heaving sigh.

“Fine,” he grouses. “Just let me know when you’re close, then.”

"Sure, yeah, fine." Stiles' agreement comes out just a little bit breathless, and he squirms against the sheets as Derek knees his way in between his easily parting legs. "Shit. Okay. This... this is actually happening. Just – take it slow, all right? And be careful with your teeth, for the love of god."

The hot skin of the outside of Derek's thigh brushes, presses up against the soft skin on the inside of Stiles', and Stiles responds with an instant intake of breath, the grip he has on his own dick through his underwear tightening for a moment.

Derek feels like he's blinking through thick, sickly sweet syrup as he tears his gaze away and up to Stiles' face.

"Feel free to smack me around the head if I'm too terrible," he jokes.

Stiles rolls his eyes. The intensity of the gesture is undermined, slightly, by the bright flush that covers the entire expanse of his high cheekbones.

"Obviously I'm not going to smack you, Derek," he says.

Derek huffs. "I just mean, don't suffer on account of my ego, is all."

“I really don’t think I see any suffering on the cards here." Stiles pauses, head tilting to the side as he tucks one finger beneath the waistband of his boxers. "At least, not on my side, anyway."

"We should stop stalling," Derek rationalises. "This is already far too much talking for a decent blowjob."

Stiles scoffs, another finger slipping in to join the first. But still, they simply linger in that one place, making no move to push the item down, tug it away. Still, he just lies there, with the hard line of his dick obscenely visible through the indecently thin layer of fabric.

“Maybe I’m nervous,” he says.

Derek lifts an eyebrow. “You’re nervous?”

“Shut up,” Stiles says, a shaky laugh, a deep breath, and then his boxers are hurriedly pulled down to meet the bunched-up fabric of his sweatpants, his dick springing out to bounce against his taut stomach. “Okay. Fuck. Let’s do this.”

A snort escapes Derek at the severity in Stiles’ voice, the pinch of a frown creasing between his eyebrows. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep another burst of laughter from pushing its way out of him when Stiles’ mouth tugs even further down, almost comically downturned, at this barest hint of amusement.

Silently, Derek lowers himself, dropping his shoulders and his gaze until he can settle properly in between Stiles’ inched apart thighs. He takes in the length of Stiles’ erection, stiff and leaking a little at the tip, and he feels a hot simmer churn in his stomach, a vibrant current running underneath his skin.

Nerves, obviously. Simple, inevitable – nerves.

Enough words have passed between them now; too many words, just like he said before. And it’s without another syllable passing through his lips that he gets himself comfortable, reaches out to curl fingers at the base of Stiles’ dick to hold it firm and ready, and leans forward until he can wrap his mouth around the tip.

No pressure tags! @aurevell @crownofstardustandbone @lucky-bishop @renmackree @thotpuppy

#sterek #my fic #it's a bank holiday weekend coming up sooooo that means sat-mon dedicated to writing and writing alone #progress is happening ppl!

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webslingingslasher · 5 hours

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ok so you obviously don’t have to answer this because I know that some people don’t like the “bear or man” question but how do you think Peter would respond to reader asking him some variation of that question?

bf!frat!peter-cleaning out my drafts

'hear me out for a second.'

peter doesn't expect anything good. but he's supportive, so, 'hearing.'

'if we had a daughter, would you rather her be lost in the woods, alone, with a man or a bear?’

‘does she know the man?’

‘no. he’s a stranger.’

peter takes a deep breath and thinks it over, either way, he feels sick. ‘how old is she? are we assuming she can take care of herself at this point?’

you hadn’t thought that far, you were expecting a simple yes or no. ‘old enough to know she’s alone in the woods and she needs to find her way out.’ peter’s not done with the questions.

‘does the man have any survival skills?’ you shrug, ‘i don’t know. he’s a stranger.’ peter nods, he’s still thinking about it.

‘what kind of bear?’

‘does that matter?’

‘a little.’

you don’t know types of bears. you’ve got three in mind and one of them lives in antarctica. ‘black bear.’ peter’s quiet for a minute before he admits he wants the same as you.

‘the bear.’

‘really?’ you know your reason why, what’s his? ‘yeah. i know what you want me to say, and i get why you’d want to be in the woods with a bear. but i’d like to think the world would be a better place by the time we have a kid old enough to wander around the woods alone.’

‘and if it’s not?’

‘you know what to expect with a bear. you don’t with a man. i mean, you don't with anyone but especially a man. a bear won't befriend you before hurting you.'

'but trust me, trouble. if our daughter was lost in the woods i'd burn the whole fucking thing to the ground to find her.'

#frat!peter drabbles

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teal-fiend · 1 day

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cw: drug / alcohol mention, fatal vore, g/t

preds who eat prey not for food but for entertainment.

much like you don't drink wine to quench your thirst, eating prey isn't for sustenance, but for the experience of having someone in your belly

there's potential for safe vore here if you want. but i don't so lol

I think this idea works better with g/t because tinies don't get in the way as much

They are expensive obviously, and maybe they're illegal too. after all, you're eating a person - a tiny person, but a person nonetheless. So you don't always get the opportunity to indulge.

You are invited to a fancy party by a rich friend. It's not really your crowd, but you're bored, and you don't really have party-friends. The people you hang out with are more like board game night people.

But you know in your heart that you love to get stupid drunk with strangers. So you accept the invitation from your new friend.

It's a nice apartment, it's huge and modern, mouldless, unlike yours, and it's huge, a huge, sunken living room with furniture that was made for this space rather than thrifted or taken off the side of the road.

there's champaign and harder alcohol, and you can smell weed and see harder drugs. You might be a little out of your element. You don't do drugs, and you don't really want to do drugs.

You say this to your friend, who is glued to your side. Actually, you are glued to theirs. You don't want them to run off without you, because you don't know anyone here besides them, and you don't trust yourself to make friends with these people without their help.

Your friend assures you that you don't have to do any of that, but there is something that you might be interested in. Not drugs, but not something entirely morally good or legal. You are extremely skeptical, but you go along anyway

they lead you to a quieter room, an offshoot from the main party. the lights are dim and there's a small gathering. they all seem to be waiting for something, and now you and your friend are waiting with them.

Soon someone enters the room with a glass cage. It was hard to tell what was inside. Your heart sunk a little. Tinies.

Your friend whispered to you a lot of information quickly. These were tinies for eating, and you were allegedly going to eat one too. It's for fun, they explained. It's something to do besides drugs, and they were certain you would like it.

And you couldn't help but agree, even if it felt a little wrong.

You pre-gamed a little too hard and so you feel like you should, even if it wasn't the best choice.

You hadn't had dinner yet either; you had spent all your money on alcohol. Maybe it was your hunger, maybe it was the peer pressure; the fact that no one else objected, in fact they seemed incredibly eager. the room's eagerness only fuelled your own.

When you looked up again, some of the tinies were already gone. Swallowed down. You turned to your friend, who told you to watch, and within a few seconds, they scooped up a tiny and sent it down their throat. It seemed so easy.

Now it was your turn. You picked it up, it wriggled so much. You didn't know what to do, you put it towards your mouth, like a baby bird who didn't know how to feed itself.

Someone chuckled and asked if you had ever done this before. You felt your face flush. Your friend ignored them, but grabbed your hand which held the tiny, and guided it into your mouth, making you push it into your throat. Then with another firm hand, they stroked your throat until you felt yourself swallowing reflexively. It was a lot - it felt like a big chunk of steak heading into your stomach - how could your body tell it was meat? it tasted like human skin, but it was sliding down into your chest and then you felt a pinch in your belly.

a few people who were watching you cheered. You were kind of like haha thanks, but mostly you were focused on what was going on inside. You felt a little winded, a bit too full. You pressed a hand to your belly gently, trying not to feel sick. then you felt a bunch of air bubble up in a too-loud burp. You covered your mouth, embarrassed.

Some laughter, making you feel all the more flustered.

You got a strong pat on the back, "you swallowed too much air," you friend told you. No shit

You took a sip of your beer and when it got to your stomach, you felt some fresh squirming.

"I can feel wriggling," you tell your friend,

"yeah, that's the point," they grin. "here" they put their hand on your stomach, and rub up and down a couple of times. the fluttering feeling in your stomach is much more pronounced, and your stomach is being pushed both by the prey and your friend's hand. You gasp.

Your friend pats your stomach, "there you go"

You try to shake yourself out of it, the shock, all the feelings happening right now, "will I have to spit it up later?" you ask

"not at all, in fact, it's already too late by now, it's already covered in your stomach acids. No one else is gonna want to eat it later. It's all yours"

You felt some type of satisfaction hearing that. The wriggly morsel was yours to keep.

Throughout the rest of the night, it was pretty much a normal party experience. you got a few belly rubs from strangers, who somehow knew what you ate. And each time it happened, you could feel the tiny wriggle against your stomach, and against your hand.

Did you really look that full? And the lights were low - how could they see? Was it something about how you carried yourself that let them know you had prey in your belly?

Whatever, it was fine, you stayed pretty late, but not exceedingly late. You and your friend left at the same time.

You took an uber home, and as you settled into your quiet bedroom, you could really hear what was going on in your gut.

Full of various types of liquid, mostly alcoholic, and grumbling as it loudly digested the tiny from earlier.

You got up to brush your teeth. You heard your belly sloshing and glorping with your every step. You blushed, hoping that no one heard it. But your roommates were surely asleep.

You cleaned your teeth and drank a big cup of water, only adding to the bloat you had going on. You put a hand to your belly, and found that it was much more round than usual.

Back in your bedroom, you took a look at yourself in the bedroom mirror. Your silhouette was quite altered. You turned to your side and saw a perfect circular curve. You really did look bloated.

Sure, you drank a lot. And you did eat a tiny person, but was that really enough for this? You ran a hand over your tummy, and you felt a thick growl vibrate under your hand. It wasn't just liquid, there was something substantial in there. Maybe the tiny wasn't as tiny as you remembered. You did swallow it whole, maybe that caused you to seem so full. There was a lot less surface area, since it was all in one piece. That would mean it would take much longer to digest, and since it was all in once place, it would make a bigger impact on your physical appearance.

You looked at your stomach and idly wondered if the prey at fault was still alive in there. You dug your hand into your belly, rubbing it thoroughly, trying to catch it squirming like it had earlier. but all you got was a hefty belch.

Sighing pleasantly, you stumbled into bed. You bundled up the covers, positioning yourself in the most comfortable pose, letting your hands sit on your stomach, so you could feel it's fullness, as you drifted off to sleep to the ambient sounds of your digestive system working on your dinner.

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thegreymoon · 2 days

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The Story of Minglan

I will finish this show tonight or it will finish me! 💪💪

But now that Gu Tingye is back and we are past that stupidity of the last few episodes, I am looking forward to the final showdown!

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LOL, I couldn't get a decent screenshot of this because everything is dark and moving too fast, but I love that Minglan's head torturer just killed two people by sitting on them 🤣🤣

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Was there really a need for her ass to be out on the battlefield?

She can't fight, if things go sideways, and they easily could, she will just get herself killed.

Getting strong Jiang Yanli vibes from her right now, ngl.

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Oh, Minglan, baby 😢

I would honestly divorce his ass after this stunt.

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Yes, my guy. Yes, you did.

Such a failure to plan.

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Minglan, kill him 💀💀

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She spat in his face, LMAO. Thank god for small blessings.

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I would write him one right now and go marry He Hongwen, smh.

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Ancestor of the fox 🤣🤣

I can't stop laughing! I love Chinese so much 🤣🤣

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LMAO

Resurrected, my ass 🤣🤣

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Also, I love that the Empress Dowager is now refusing to get involved. "Just an old woman," yeah right.

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I almost feel sorry for them. Somehow I doubt they will be getting an easy death.

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Oh.

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I am not Chinese so the full context of this is really going over my head, but I can't help to think that this is such a petty reason to stage mutiny over.

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LMAO, I can't believe she threw her under the bus just like that 😅

What a giant snake.

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I don't know why, but I never expected him to execute her.

I always assumed her punishment would be a simple retirement.

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Thank you!

Please get on it ASAP, then! I am so tired of your wretched bullshit.

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LMAO, it is her turn to go fully insane.

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Tried murdering people, you mean.

And of we look at it that way, you are also a person who could never be successful.

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Ah, so that is her problem. Finally, we get to the crux of the matter.

You can always trust classism to rear its ugly head.

Poor Tingwei, I disliked him this entire show but I now feel sorry for him.

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This actress is fantastic!

Madam Qin, I think I am a little bit in love!

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Weren't you the biggest blood-sucking devil of them all?

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What a fantastic sendoff to a fantastic character!! 🔥🔥

This drama is fully forgiven for the shitty last however many episodes. Madam Qin, you are a legend!!

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Well, you fucked around and found out.

#the story of minglan #tsoml spoilers #tsoml ep73

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 19 hours

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Am I the Asshole for not helping move my best friend to her room?

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So last night, my best friend/roommate (26F) came home super late with her new fling and fling's friend. Luckily I had gotten home not too long before her and I was able to let them in (long story short, bestie's keys are in another state rn so we just have my house key). Bestie was druuuunk like a skunk and all three were high on K(etamine). Since I was already up and didn't feel like I could get back to sleep I hung out with them. Fling and Fling's friend seemed way more high than drunk, with Fling making me somewhat worried bc she kept racking up and taking more after saying how she was already stupid high and having "the worst k trip ever". I was not getting great vibes from Fling, she kept talking about how she couldn't go on dates without being high and how unavailable she felt. I can't remember exactly bc I was pretty buzzed and trying not to listen too hard (she was talking to her friend and not really to me) Also she didn't offer me even a bump, which in my circles its rude to not offer your host some of the drugs you're doing in their house, but whatever.

Flings friend I wasnt worried about, she just wanted to listen to tool and Deftones and gently suggested Fling not do so much K.

Bestie crashed on the couch hard not very long after getting home, and I was worried bc I haven't seen her crash out cold like that before in a long time. Fling tried waking her up a couple times to get her to move to her room but Bestie was out. She was breathing kinda weird in her sleep so I told Fling to make sure her face isn't smashed into the couch cushions so she can breath easier, and bestie sounded fine after that. Fling said again she just wanted to sleep but she wants to bring bestie with her, but bestie won't wake up. And Fling is so unavailable to deal with this. She kept bringing this up over and over, in the way people loop when they're high AF and it started to feel off to me?

I told Fling to just let Bestie sleep it off on the couch, and we'll all keep an eye on her but she and her friend are welcome to crash for the night, and Bestie wouldn't mind them taking her bed (she really wouldn't). Fling kept saying how uncomfortable Bestie must be, she just wants to get her into her room, etc etc. I told her if Bestie was that uncomfy she'd wake up and move. I was going to go to bed myself but my guts told me to stay up and keep an eye on things? I just felt weird about Fling trying to get Bestie into her room with Bestie so completely fucked up. I don't know I just didn't think I could trust Fling for some reason, maybe it was how she was talking about other things or that she seemed to have no control over her K use? Fling and her friend ended up crashing in bestie's room, I stayed up a bit longer to make sure Bestie was sleeping on her side and stuff and then went to my room.

I feel like an asshole because Bestie says I'm a meddling cockblocker for not helping/letting her fling get her to her room, but I was thinking if her fling was a guy then I'd be so worried about bestie getting assaulted/taken advantage of, and who's to say Fling wouldn't have done that? I just didn't feel like it was safe for bestie to be alone with someone she just met while so fucked up. Maybe I am a meddler tho?

#aita #am i the asshole

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seramilla · 2 days

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So to add to the whole human au idea. Carmilla for whatever reason wants Sera to make the first move. Unfortunately Sera is too much of a mess to do that and very busy not so busy that she doesn't have time but busy enough thay she can use it as excuse to deny herself the chance to find love. Plus Emily at this point is friends with Clara and friendly with Clara's big sister Odette she doesn't want to make everything awkward by getting shot down by Carmilla especially since it gives Emily a place to go after school and rich friends. (Sera is trying to find out how to ask Carmilla to be Emily's godmother in case something happens to her they don't have a lot of living family and less who are qualified to be guardians. Maybe she works up the courage to ask Carmilla that question and Carmilla enthusiastically agrees thinking Sera has finally asked her out only to realize after she said yes that Sera is still to much of a coward to ask.

Carmilla agrees to be Emily's godparent in case something happens to Sera. She takes pity on the woman, who has no other family besides her sister, and probably worries every day about what would happen to Emily in a worst-case scenario. Carmilla just wishes Sera would catch all the hints that she's been dropping about her feelings for the other woman, for the last several months now.

"I don't know about you," Carmilla says, twirling the liquid in her wine glass casually, as she looks across at Sera from the kitchen island. "I feel like there might be an easier and more...permanent solution to this."

"Oh really?" Sera asks. "What is that?"

Carmilla puts down her glass of wine, reaching across the counter to lace her fingers with Sera's on the smooth, granite surface between them. Sera eeps! but doesn't pull away. Carmilla's skin is so soft, and has her in a trance. Her face flushes profusely, but she looks at the other woman, waiting for her to finish her thought.

"You could let me take you out to dinner. Really get to know me. And then think harder about the kind of relationship you'd like to have with my girls, too. They could really use another mom."

Carmilla rubs the inside of Sera's palm with her expensively manicured nails, and Sera shivers. She swallows heavily. She's been trying to deny Carmilla's advances for...how long at this point? But she trusts her, that's why she'd asked her to be Emily's guardian. But for her to just come out and ask this type of question? So blatant and honest like this?

She wants to. She's been denying it for so long, but since Carmilla has stopped dancing around the subject and asked her outright, how can she say no? She's been thinking the same thing the entire time.

"Oh-okay," Sera says, seeing the spark that lights up behind Carmilla's eyes at that one little word. Success! "As--as long as you're sure?"

"Perfectly sure," Carmilla says, taking Sera's hand completely into hers this time, giving it an affectionate squeeze. She smiles at her, winks, and then pulls away to go check on the girls. "It's a date, then."

Sera swallows heavily again, and puts both hands to her face in embarrassment. What type of woman is Carmilla Carmine, really? And what had she just gotten herself into, this time?

#hazbin hotel #carmilla carmine #sera hazbin hotel #odette hazbin hotel #clara hazbin hotel #emily hazbin hotel #ask #anon #fan theories #human au

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m3r1m4r5u333 · 1 day

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"Look, you hid in a place you knew, where you could feel safe... I understand the motivation."

Buddie fans... Sometimes I just feel tired to navigate this fandom, okay. Feels like it's always;

"Gay Eddie, gay Eddie, gay Eddie.... Oh no! They're now writing him like he really loved Shannon, I don't like this because then he's straight and buddie cannot happen!!"

Yeah umm... And why would Eddie's love for Shannon be any kind of threat to buddie?

Haven't we already worked on this equation before, guys...?

Ahem.

✨Bisexuality does exist!✨

There is no reason why Eddie can't have loved, can't still love them both:

Shannon and Buck.

Sure, might sound odd with how rocky the marriage was but let's remember that we never got to see the beginning of Eddie's and Shannon's romance, the magical era before their naïve, immature highschool sweetheart romance was hit on the head with adulthood problems.

Really, Shannon isn't a threat to buddie. Buck obviously loved Abby, too, and eventually moved on.

The thing is, it was maybe just a bit easier for Buck, to move on, since what Abby didn't do was know Buck for like half his life, have a child with him, suddenly abandon Buck and his child for umm years, then return and beg for forgiveness, then once she was forgiven... reject Buck's proposal and ask for a divorce, and then promptly die in front of Buck. As a nice juicy cherry on top of this already very well baked "bye bye mental health"-cake.

All of this might, you know, kinda traumatise someone and make the grieving process extra hard, and make regaining trust in people and love kinda tricky, and overall, make moving on a fairly slow, complicated uphill battle.

Doesn't mean it's impossible!

And yes I know, obviously Eddie romanticizes Shannon. That's what people who are grieving tend to do!

That doesn't mean he never loved her. Flaws and conflicts can co-exist with love, you know. I mean, I don't know about you guys but everyone I've ever loved has been flawed, and all of my deepest human relationships have sailed through some rocky terrain.

The love has been the most persistent passenger on all of those rides. I think some rocks I've sailed through with people have even made our love deeper. Because sometimes conflicts make the relationships more intense, make you get to know the other person a bit better, conflicts can pull you closer to each other. So yes, even if you happen to get close because you just really need to yell at their face... Well, what you're feeling in that moment is hardly indifference, is it.

And also, with the way Eddie has also been throwing heart-eyes at Buck, for years...? Before Shannon returned and asked for forgiveness, even.

Clinging to this concept of a magical romance with Shannon might just be Eddie's safe place to hide, his avoidance tactic, the way he hides most of his (seemingly) unrequited feelings for Buck from himself, and others.

Maybe Eddie thinks he cannot really love Buck that much... if Shannon is the greatest love of his life. To Eddie it might feel like it's just not safe to love Buck because loving Buck would likely just lead to more pain.

So that may be one reason why Eddie has been clinging to this idea of a perfect, magical romance with Shannon, one reason why we're hearing all this

"Shannon, oh Shannon, you are the love of my life, the only person I've ever loved."

Maybe it's because to Eddie, that must be true. It's how he protects himself from pain.

And it's also how he cherishes the memory of her. Because confronting her humanity, the reality of how troubled their relationship was... might mean letting go of her, and moving on from her, and that's hard because Eddie loved her, and he doesn't really want to confront the truth.

And the truth is that the fairytale is over, that she was in fact very much a human, just a person, just another mortal like the rest of us... Flawed.

And that means that she wasn't untouchable, that death really took her and she's truly gone.

#ryan guzman #eddie díaz #bi eddie diaz #eddie diaz #buddie #evan buckley #911 buddie #911 abc #buddie 911 #evan buck buckley #911 on abc #tv: 911 #shannon diaz #i did not make these gifs btw

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bteezxyewriter12 · 2 days

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You Won't Regret Me/ 4

Pairing- Wooyoung x Named Reader

Word count- 5.3k

Includes- Violence, gun violence, death, injuries, love making, multiple orgasms, fluff

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Wooyoung POV

"We have to get her back", I tell Hongjoong as soon as we get into the warehouse

"We will. We're coming up with a plan", Seonghwa says

"That's not good enough", I snap

I'm in a full blown panic right now

My heart's racing, and I feel like I'm going to cry any second

"What the fuck Woo? We're trying to figure out how to get her without all of us dying", Seonghwa growls

"We need to get her back now", I repeat, my hands shaking

I need her in my arms right now, I need to feel her, hold her

I need her

Hongjoong studies me for a second then says, "Woo...are you ok? What's wrong? You know she can handle herself"

I shake my head, "Not when there's twenty or thirty of them around her. She...she can't defend herself then...she'll get hurt...she can't...."

I stop, breathing in hard, trying to calm down but nothing is working

"Woo, I understand-", Hongjoong starts

"No you don't!", I explode, the tears finally bursting from my eyes, "I love her. I need her. Nothing can happen to her or I'll....I need her here with me right now"

The guys are staring at me in various stages of shock

I get it

None of them knew about me and her

"I thought you hated her", Yeosang says quietly

I shake my head, wiping my eyes, "I did. But...after one argument we had...we slept together. And we didn't stop. I fell in love and she doesn't know. If anything happens to her before I can tell her I love her...I....I..."

More tears burst from my eyes at the thought of her dying and not knowing I love her, thinking I still hated her...

No, it can't happen

"Nothing will happen", Hongjoong states, putting his hands on my shoulders and looking in my face, "Nothing will happen. We will get her, she will be fine and you can tell her how you feel. Ok?"

I just look at him, completely terrified something will happen to my princess

I've never been afraid before but right now I'm scared shitless

"Ok?", Hongjoong repeats, "I promise, I will get her back to you"

I nod, trusting Hongjoong

He never makes promises he doesn't keep

"Ok", I whisper, wiping my eyes

He nods once then looks at Jongho

"Find out which hideout she's at. We're hitting it as soon as we know"

Jongho nods then disappears

"What are we going to do when he finds her?", Seonghwa asks, "She's going to be heavily guarded"

"We hit another of their hideouts far from where she is. One of the important ones. One where they keep the money or make the drugs. One that they can't lose. Make them think we think she's there. They'll all go to defend that one, still leaving her guarded but less than before. We'll have our subunits hit that hideout while we go and attack the one she's really in. Get her back and get ready for a war if negotiations can't be met", Hongjoong answers

That is a surprisingly good plan

As I look at Hongjoong, it clicks in my head

"You already had this plan"

He looks over at me, his eyebrow raised

"From the beginning, when you knew we were switching her, you had the plan already"

He smirks, "Of course I did. She's my best friend, you don't think I was going to let her stay in their clutches for long, did you?"

I should of known

"It may take a few hours for Jongho to find out which hideout she's being held at but he'll find it. You good to wait that long?"

Not really

I want to go now but I know we can't

We don't know where she is

If I have to wait I will

So I nod

"Good. Get whatever weapons you need. Seonghwa, get all the subunits ready. Yeosang, figure out which hideouts are important to them and have their locations ready. Once we know where she is, we'll be leaving in twenty minutes tops. Be ready"

Ok, this is a good plan

She just has to stay alive until I can get her

And I need to calm down so I can think and be ready

I can't panic or both of us could end up dead

"I will get her back to you Wooyoung", Hongjoong promises

I nod, "Thank you"

He nods and I walk to the weapons cage to refill my gun with bullets

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I'm antsy as I sit in Jongho's car

We're across the street from a mansion in the outskirts of Seoul

They took her here

It took Jongho a good while to find out where she was

This hideout is very securely hidden

Almost no one knew about it

Jongho had to kill for the information

All of us are in three cars, parked in the parking structure across the street from the house, watching it

We're waiting

Four of our subunits are hitting a major drug hideout across the city

Over a hundred guys

We need the Seoul Killers to send all their men to that hideout

That's why we need so many guys going there

Hongjoong just got confirmation that the subunits reached the hideout and they began their assault

"Stay with me", Jongho tells me, "She's in the basement. I'll get you to the basement stairs. She should have three to five guards max. Might be less if they send them to deal with the attack"

I nod, "Ok"

I just want to get in there already and get her out

Ten minutes later a mass exodus of cars pulls out of the from around the house, all heading in one direction

They took the bait

We wait another ten minutes to make sure everything is clear then we get out of the cars

"We do this quick", Hongjoong says, "We go in, distract them while Wooyoung gets her then we're out. Kill anyone in your way"

Everyone nods, then we start heading for the front of the mansion

Hongjoong kicks the door in, his guns out in front of him and we all follow him in

"What the fuck?", someone yells

"Where is she?", Hongjoong bellows

There's five Seoul Killers in what I guess is the living room, their guns out, pointing at us

And our guns are on them

"How...you're hitting the other hideout!", one guy exclaims

"Distraction", Seonghwa sings

"God, you guys are stupid", Yunho jabs

"Give me the girl and no one has to die", Hongjoong snaps

"Afraid we can't do that"

"Then I'm afraid you're going to die", Hongjoong snarls

"Wait, wait-", one of them says, "I don't want to die for that girl"

"Shut up!", another one says, "You do what you're ordered to do"

"I'm not dying for a girl!"

Are they seriously arguing among themselves?

Now?

Movement makes me look at the guy all the way to the left

He has a cell phone in his hand and he's typing

He's trying to warn someone or trying to get the others to come back

Not happening

Raising my gun, I aim at his head and pull the trigger

His head snaps back, the cell phone dropping as he falls back

"What the fuck?", one of the Seoul Killers shrieks

"He was calling for help", I growl, moving my gun to another Seoul member

"Now now, there will be no calling for help", Hongjoong scolds, "Get me the girl and we'll leave"

"Fuck you!", one yells

Hongjoong sighs, then shoots that one in the head

And that starts the gun fight, everyone ducking behind furniture, the Seoul members calling out for help

I hear footsteps on their stairs, signalling more people coming

Four more guys burst into the room, one getting shot right away by Yunho, the others diving behind couches then drawing their guns

I don't have time for this

"Jongho", I growl

He nods, pointing to the door in the hallway to our right, telling Mingi, "Cover us. We're going to that door"

Mingi nods, turning his gun on the direction we're going to go

"Go", Jongho says, pushing me in the direction of the door

I bend as I run, hoping I don't get hit

A bullet soars past me, burying in the wall, the sound loud in my ear

I glance at who shot at me just in time to see Mingi shoot them in the chest five times

Jongho and I get to the door and he shoots the keypad by the door, then pulls the door open

"Go get her now and hurry up

I nod, jetting through the door to the top of the stairs

I cautiously walk down them, not knowing what I'm going to be walking into

I don't know the layout of the house and it's a disadvantage

I get to the bottom of the stairs, into a living room area

There are two halls, leading into two different directions

How big is this fucking house?

Choosing the right hall, I walk down it slowly, no one else in sight

It's unnerving me

There's a turn coming up and I lean against the wall, peering over the wall

There's a room at the end of the hall, two guys in front of a closed door

And I know she's in there

I just have to go and hope I can shoot them first

Taking a breath, I move into the hall, training my gun on the guy on the left, shooting him in the chest four time

"Fuck", the other guys yells as the one I shot falls to the floor, his gun out and on me

I swing my gun to him and shoot him before he can shoot me

I hit his thigh and he goes down, yelling in pain

I quickly walk to him, stepping on his hand holding his gun to keep it on the floor

Then I shoot him in the head and he stops moving

I shoot the other one in the head too just to be sure

Grabbing the doorknob, I throw the door open, hurrying in, finding her immediately, in a chair, a Seoul member next to her

I choke back a cry seeing the blood running from a badly split lip, her eye swelling and a bruise on her cheek

They hurt her

They hurt my princess

Unbelievable rage fills me

"If you move I'll kill her", he snarls, pointing the gun at her head

Fuck him

My hand moves quickly on it's own, aiming the gun at his head and pulling the trigger before he can do anything

The bullet embeds in his forehead and he falls back hitting the floor

I quickly move to him and shoot him in the head three more times to make sure he's dead

Then I turn to her

"Princess", I sob, dropping my gun as I get to her

Her hands are tied so hard behind her with rope that her wrists have cuts and rope burn on them

I pull out my switchblade and cut the ropes immediately, then move in front of her, cutting the ones tying her legs to the chair

"Jo", I cry, immediately pulling her into my arms, so fucking relieved she's here, she's safe, she's with me, "Princess"

"Woo", she sobs, her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly, "You came"

"Of course I came baby", I cry, tears of relief running down my face, "I wasn't going to leave you here. I'll always find you, I'll always come for you. Always"

She pulls back from me a little, her hands cupping my face, "I love you Wooyoung"

Her words hit me hard making me so fucking happy

"I...I didn't get to tell you before", she cries, "I..I was scared they were going to kill me and you would never know how much I love you"

I lean my forehead against hers, holding her tightly, "I love you Joanne. So much princess. I was terrified I'd never get to tell you either but I love you more than anything in this world"

"I love you Woo"

I pull her to me in a searing kiss, feeling her love as I pour mine into the kiss

I have her, she's here, she's alive

"We have to go", I tell her when we pull away

She nods as I help her stand up

I take another gun from my pocket and hand it to her

Bending down, I pick up my gun, then taking her hand, we make our way for the door

I peer into the hallway and it's clear

"C'mon baby"

I lead her to the turn in the hallway, check to make sure it's clear then we go down that hallway quickly

I hope the guys are alright

We run into the large basement living room when she shrieks

"Woo, watch out!"

I look up in time to see a Seoul member halfway down the stairs, his gun on her

I immediately shove her aside as I hear the gun go off, pain screaming in my body as the bullet grazes by my upper arm

"Baby!", she yells, horror in her voice

I grab my arm, blood cascading between my fingers as I look for her

She's on the floor glaring at the guy who shot me

She stands up so freaking fast, raises her gun and embeds three bullets in his forehead

Blood is gushing down my arm, pain radiating along it but I push it away

We need to get the fuck out of here

"Princess", I call, holding my unfortunately bloody hand out for her

She takes it without hesitation and we start running towards the stairs

"Stay behind me", she says as we get to the top of the stairs

"Princess-"

"Please Woo. You're hurt. I got it ok?"

I nod, trusting her one hundred percent

"Ok baby"

She opens the door, her gun in front of her as she checks the area

We inch out, heading towards the living room

She looks over the wall, her body relaxing as she pulls me with her

I gape at the guys just sitting on the couches, lounging like they're getting ready to watch a movie

"About time", San snorts

"What the fuck?", I ask

"They're all dead. We swept the house, killed everyone. Then we just waited for you", Yeosang explains

They just waited

They didn't think to help us?

"You all didn't think to come look for us?", she yells in disbelief

"Why? We knew Woo was getting you", Jongho shrugs

"He was shot!", she shouts

"What? Where?", San exclaims, getting up, peering at my arm, "Oh fuck, you got grazed good"

"Fuck you!", I snap, "If you all weren't sitting here then the guy who shot me wouldn't have gotten past you!"

"Wait that wasn't from one of the guards downstairs?"

"No! It was a guy who was on the stairs, coming down!", she snarls

"Oh shit. Guess we missed one", Yeosang says

Yeah I fucking guess so

"Unfuckingbelievable", she yells

She tugs my hand, leading me toward the door

"Where are you going?"

"We're leaving! He's bleeding. He needs stitches. And did you forget we're in an enemy hideout?"

"Oh yeah shit", Mingi says, standing

"Where's Hongjoong and Seonghwa?", she snarls

"Outside. Watching for other Seoul members"

She growls, pulling me out of the house

"Hey Jo-", Hongjoong starts

"Your members are idiots", she snaps

"We're sorry!", San whines as they follow us out

"Are you bleeding?", Seonghwa asks me

"Yeah. I was shot"

"What?", Hongjoong yells

"Hurts?", Seonghwa questions

"Like a motherfucker", I answer, the pain just radiating up and down my arm

"Can we just fucking go?", she demands

"Yeah, let's go", Hongjoong says, "Meet back at my house"

As we walk to the cars, she says to Hongjoong, "Joongie drop me and Woo off at my house"

"You're sure?", he asks

She looks at me and I nod

"Yeah Joong. We're both tired and hurt. We're not up for a meeting right now"

"You gonna take care of his arm?", Hongjoong asks

"Yeah. I got stuff at home to fix it"

Luckily I was grazed and just need stitches which she can do

And honestly I just want to be with her

I don't want to be at any meeting right now, waiting to see what the Seoul Killers are going to do

If they retaliate or declare war or whatever

"Alright", Hongjoong agrees, "I'll drop you off and I'll let you guys know what we decide to do tomorrow"

"Great", she says as her and I get into the backseat, Seonghwa and Hongjoong getting in the front

She pulls me to her, letting me lay on her while she holds me, her fingers running in my hair

Hongjoong starts the car and drives

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She injects the needle into my skin around the graze, pressing the plunger just a little

Then she injects some more into another spot, then another, all around the wound, numbing the area

"Give it a few minutes for it to work", she says, capping the needle and putting it down

I nod, watching her get all the medical supplies she needs to fix my arm

I was surprised she has numbing agents in her house

I was fully prepared to deal with the pain on my own

Apparently Hongjoong gets her all her medical supplies and she keeps some at her apartment while he keeps the rest at his house

As soon as we got to her apartment, she ushered me into the bathroom, actually cut the shirt off my body, then had me sit on the edge of the tub

She has a bathtub tray that she laid all the supplies on

"Ready?", she asks, sitting next to me

I nod, "Yeah"

I raise my eyebrow as she puts gloves on

"You seriously wearing those after you had my blood all over your hands"

She scowls, "Duh Wooyoung. It's to protect from bacteria from getting into your wound while I'm stitching it. It's bad enough you have a wound, you don't want an infection too"

"Yeah definitely not"

"Then shut it"

"Ok baby", I say, smiling at her

She tries to hide the smile on her face but ends up giving me a small one

Turning the water on in the tub, she takes the shower head and runs it over my arm

"Hurts?"

I shake my head, "No"

"Anesthetic is working", she says

I watch her later the wound with antibacterial soap, scrubbing it then rinsing

Blood flows into the tub, swirling down the drain

She takes the needle and whatever she's using to sew and threads it through the needle

"Here we go", she says

With one hand she pushes my skin together and with the other she slides the needle in

I watch it go though one side of my skin and poke out through the other, blood beading up and running down my arm

It's surreal to see that, knowing my skin the needle is going through but I don't feel any pain

She pulls the needle through, then continues to sew my skin closed

She knots the thread, then cuts it

Turning the water back on, she washes my wound again with antibacterial soap, then pats it dry with paper towels

Opening a tube she puts an ointment all over the wound, then a bandage on it

Finally she takes gauze and wraps it around my arm to keep the bandage in place

"Done Woo", she says softly, "I'll keep checking and changing the bandage for you. It'll probably start hurting after the anesthetic wears off"

I nod, "Thank you princess"

"Of course baby"

Now it's my turn to take care of her

Taking some paper towels, I wet them then tilt her head back

"Woo-"

"Let me princess", I say softly

She nods and I gently press the wet paper towel to her split lip, then her chin, wiping the blood away

She winces in pain, my heart constricting in sadness, "I'm sorry princess"

She shakes her head, "It's fine Woo"

"No it's not baby", I whisper, tears filling my eyes, "I shouldn't have let you go. I should have done something to keep you from being switched. Everything inside me screamed not to let you go but I stayed quiet. I ignored what I was feeling because I was scared about what my feelings meant"

That's why I couldn't figure out why I didn't want her to go, why I was confused on why I cared

It's why I let her go

Because I was scared that my feelings were deeper than just sex

And it wasn't until I saw the car drive away with her in it that I realized I loved her

If I just forced myself to think or to realize how I felt, I could have kept her from going

"Woo, you couldn't have stopped me. It wasn't your choice baby. It was mine", she says gently, "I wasn't going to let that little girl get hurt"

"We could of figured something out. We could of went after her the way we went after you. We could of done something to keep you from getting hurt"

She cups my face, wiping the tears from my eyes, "I'm ok baby. Just a little banged up. And you came for me"

"I'll always come for you Jo", I promise, "No matter where you are, I'll always find you"

"I'll always find you too baby", she whispers

I pull her closer, holding her tightly, my face against the top of her head, the smell of her hair invading all my senses

I'm so fucking relieved she's safe and with me

"We should take a shower", she says, "Clean all the blood and everything"

"Yeah princess", I agree, kissing the top of her head

"We have to wrap your arm though", she says thoughtfully, then gets up, "I'll be right back"

While she's gone, I clean up, throwing all used medical supplies away

Going to the shower, I turn it on, letting the water get warm

She comes back, holding up a roll of cling wrap

"Really?", I laugh

"Yes really! It'll keep the bandage from getting wet", she huffs

"Ok princess. You're the nurse", I agree, smiling and kissing her forehead

"Hold out your arm", she says, smiling softly

I do, letting her wrap the cling wrap around my arm, tucking the end so it doesn't fall off

"There. Should be good"

I nod, "Ok baby"

We both undress and step into her shower

The hot water feels good after such a stressful day

I pull her into my arms, holding her tightly, her arms wrapping around me

My body finally relaxes against hers, so utterly glad she's here with me

I didn't have a chance to soak it all in yet

I went from finding her, to getting shot, then to her fixing my wound

This is the first moment of peace we've had

And I just want to bask in it for as long as I can

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I pick her up and carry her from her bathroom to her bedroom

We separated only long enough for us to shower, clean off blood and wash our hair

Aside from that she hasn't left my arms and I want it exactly that way

Laying her in the bed, she pulls me on top of her, her lips against mine

I kiss her back being mindful of her split lip, my tongue against hers, deepening the kiss, falling into her completely

I don't want to think, I just want to be with her, feel her, love her

Her legs wrap around my waist, pressing her body against mine as much as she can, her skin feeling so soft

My cock is at her entrance and I push inside her, swallowing her moans

As I slide inside her tight pussy inch by inch, she pushes her hips down, wiggling on my cock, her pussy stretching around me wonderfully

"Woo", she whimpers between kisses, her fingers gripping my back, keeping me against her

Her pussy pulls me inside her, latching on around my dick when I bottom out, pulsing softly around me

"So good princess", I murmur

She nods, her hips moving up against mine, keeping me buried inside her, "So good baby. I love you"

"I love you", I answer, then kiss her again

I move slowly, pulling out, loving the clenching she's doing around my dick

When just my head is inside her, I push back in, groaning at how her tight wet cunt opens just enough for my cock to slide back in

I make sure my head goes right into her spot, her body shaking against mine

"More Woo", she moans between kisses, her tongue right against mine after speaking

I wrap one arm around her back, holding her firmly against me, my other hand gripping her thigh hard

I'm in so much pleasure, I can't do anything but feel her

Her pussy gets wetter and wetter with each stroke to her spot, her body arching in pleasure and letting me slide in deeper

Breaking the kiss, her head pushes back into the pillow while I press kisses to her pretty neck

"Wooyoung", she moans, shivers running up my spine from hearing her call my name

Her hips start moving, meeting my thrusts, making everything feel so much better

We move together, slower but so much deeper, both of us grinding against each once when I'm all back inside her, my

She clenches my cock harder with each movie, moaning loudly, her hands moving along my back

"Wooyoung", she moans, coming at the next thrust, her body shaking under me

"Yes baby girl", I groan, pleasure rushing through every vein in my body from her orgasm

I keep moving, fucking her through it, pushing through her unbelievably tight throbbing pussy

When she finishes, I move us so we're facing each other

Moving her leg over my waist, I slide back into her welcoming pussy

Wrapping one arm around her, I tangle my fingers in her hair, my other holding her thigh against me

Her arm moves around my neck, her fingers in the back of my hair, her forehead against mine, her lips almost touching mine, her hips moving, grinding on me

"You feel so good", she murmurs, her pussy spasming so pleasurably around me, "So hard baby"

"Always for you princess", I whimper, "Always this hard because of you"

"Please baby, need more of you", she pleads

"Anything for you princess", I tell her

She kisses me as I move my hand to her behind, holding on as I resume thrusting in and out of her tight pussy

She moans in my mouth, her fingers twisting in my hair, the sound of her pussy squelching around my cock so fucking erotic

Her cunt takes every stroke, swallowing my cock perfectly, throbbing perfectly, the pleasure incredible

My head rubs against her spot with each plunge, her body shivering in my arms, her kiss becoming more and more desperate

I fall completely into her, everything in the world falling away until it's just her

Just her lips against mine, just her tongue against mine, just her body, her soft skin against mine, just her fingers in my hair

We're just one together instead of two separate people and I'm so happy I can feel that way with her

The next stroke has her pussy clamping down on my cock as she orgasms, whimpering my name between kisses

Overwhelming ecstasy crashes into me as I let go, pumping cum into her milking pussy

"Jo", I murmur, holding her tightly, kissing her wildly, letting the pleasure run through me

We ride it out together, our bodies relaxing into each other more and more as the pleasure leaves us

"I love you", she says softly, her gorgeous eyes looking into mine

I smile softly, utterly happy, "I love you"

She gives me her stunning smile, taking my breath away

"Kiss me Woo", she asks, "Kiss me and don't stop"

I nod, my lips against hers immediately, the kiss so sweet and loving

Holding her against me, our bodies tangle together, holding on tightly

And I kiss her without any plans to stop

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One month later

J POV

"Jo, bring the bag", Hongjoong says, his eyes glued to the buyer

Another day, another deal

But this time the gangs all over Seoul knew about us wiping out two gangs who crossed us

Seoul Killers are no more

They declared war and lost

Safe to say all these last month's deals have been very non eventful

I let go of Wooyoung's hand, walking beside Hongjoong and putting the bag on the table

I feel Wooyoung behind me and I have to try hard not to smile

"Show them", Hongjoong says

I unzip the bag, turn it to the buyer and show him the cocaine

Hongjoong nods, Wooyoung's hand immediately in mine and pulling me back to our place in the circle around Hongjoong

Wooyoung's arm moves around my waist protectively

He's been in protective boyfriend mode for the entire month

Always next to me, his hand or arm having to touch me somewhere

Spending all day and night with me

Constantly checking our surroundings to make sure it's safe

I'm loving every second of it

Wooyoung is actually the best boyfriend I ever had

Yeah he's a teasing little shit but he's also so loving and romantic

The romance surprised me but it was a pleasant surprise

He is actually everything that I didn't know I wanted and needed in a boyfriend

His playfulness, his clinginess, his teasing, his sweetness, his protectiveness, his romance, his love is all part of him and I love him with everything in me

The guys have made fun of him for being whipped but he just shrugs and actually doesn't care

He throws back, "At least I have someone to be whipped for"

Which shuts them up

The deal finishes pretty quickly, the buyer practically running to leave

Wooyoung turns me to him, holding me close as the guys talk about what we should do next

It's still early to go to the club or everyone can decide to go home

I tune them out and give all my attention to my baby, which he loves

"Wanna go home and cuddle?", he asks, leaning his forehead against mine

I giggle, moving my arms around his neck, "Just cuddle?"

"Mmmm you can make me beg and cry again", he says softly so no one can hear

"Hmmm like that do you?", I smirk

I know he does

Another surprising thing is that he likes being dominated and teased

He hid that all the months we slept together until we actually became a couple

Then he told me how much he loved the time I edged him, making him cry and beg

Makes him hard like nothing I've ever felt

And it makes me feel happy that he feels so safe and trusts me to be that way

"Yeah princess", he murmurs, "Like it a lot"

"Then I think we can do that baby", I agree, kissing his lips softly

"Yay", he murmurs, kissing me back

"Can you two stop that for a fucking second?", San whines

Wooyoung sighs but breaks the kiss, rolling his eyes

His hand moves to mine, holding it as he says, "We're out"

"What? Where are you going?", Yeosang demands

"Home", he says

"Again? God, ever since you two got together you're both so boring", San complains

I just smirk because it's so not boring being at home with Wooyoung

Wooyoung just shrugs

"Just let them go", Hongjoong says, "If they want to spend time together, let them. At least they're not fighting anymore"

"Yeah but it just changed to them being mushy and kissing each other all the time", Yeosang says

"Still better than fighting", Mingi counters

"Anyway", Wooyoung says loudly, "We're going. If you need us, call. Otherwise leave us alone until tomorrow"

"Whatever", San grumbles

"Bye", Wooyoung says

"Bye", I wave as Wooyoung turns us, his arm moving around my waist as he starts walking to his car

I lean my head against him as we walk, feeling him kiss the top of my head

We get in the car, he starts it, asking, "Ready?"

I nod, smirking, "Ready to cry and beg?"

He laughs, "Definitely princess"

Putting the car in drive, he takes my hand and heads for home

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