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katierosefun · 2 years

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god tomorrow!!! I don't remember ever crying this much watching a show as I did with tomorrow and yet it was just. so soft and gentle to my soul??? like there's definitely some stuff that could be better but overall it's just!! so good and cathartic and so well done and idk where I'm going with this but it's just. lovely djdjekdkd

god yeah! i love tomorrow so much so far--it's only been about 2 days since i started the show, and i'm already about to start episode 8. it's so . . . it's just so good? i think the first episode especially was just so intense, but i think it was a good way to start the show, just because bullying is something that so many people have struggled with.

but anyways: yes. tomorrow feels so cathartic. i tried to write a little bit about my thoughts on the show last night in a post, actually, but then it wound up being awfully ramble-y (even more ramble-y than i usually am), and i was just so . . . god ! ! ! i cry at least once or twice per episode, just because it's so lovely and healing is absolutely the word that comes to mind. because i think that given tomorrow is about . . . grim reapers preventing people from committing suicide, i really thought that i would personally feel a little Not Great at the themes, but i've never seen a show that so . . . tenderly examined people who would go so far as to try to take their own life.

the way that tomorrow so firmly, so repeatedly says that wanting to die has nothing to do with one's strength as a person or whether someone's "just sad", but instead digs right into thoughts about how i don't want to live like this anymore, that's why i want to die--it's just so full of compassion, because i think that even today, a lot of people can't empathize with people who have either committed suicide / have had suicidal thoughts. there's always this underlying judgement, the kind that goes "oh, they're just being too sensitive" or "i think they just like being miserable" or "they're just overreacting"--when in reality, one can't make that kind of judgement because every single life is so heavy and so complex, compiled together by causes and effects and ripples that just cumulate into this person who's just. very tired of constantly losing, in all sense of the word.

also, in general. i think it was goo ryeon who said that what the grim reapers do isn't necessarily to give someone a solution, but rather to comfort, give sympathy, empathize. this show is also fantastic in understanding that there are very real problems that each impacted person is facing--but first off, it's best to help people actually want to be kinder to themselves first. (which gets at what i think the first few episodes especially established: give yourself a genuine reason to laugh. tell yourself to live because the weather is nice, because the weather is cloudy. it wasn't ever your fault. thank you for the hard work.)

also, something i adore about this show is just how it takes everyone's reasons to want to die so seriously? because yeah, i think that the unfortunate truth is that if someone said "i want to die because i can't pass this exam" or "i want to die because everyone keeps commenting on my body" or "i want to die because i met my childhood bully again", there would be a lot more people who would laugh and roll their eyes, because seriously? you want to die because of that?

but tomorrow never does that. it looks at exactly how badly a person can struggle with each of those things. the writer who was bullied in her high school years can no longer smile without remembering all the awful things done to her. she had to try so hard to reach the place where she was, and then it all came crumbling down because she saw a face from her past. or the guy who wanted to die because he could never pass his standardized exams. (god, that one surprised me, but it was such a pleasant surprise, because i don't think people realize just how badly exams can really fuck up a person's idea of themselves. how exhausting it is to study for hours and hours and hours, and still never seem to get the score they want and then resent oneself for not having a good brain--or resent the people who just seem to study for a little bit and get a perfect score. it doesn't seem fair, especially if this person might have had to struggle with so much else in their lives. and that was at the core of that guy's character: he already had to struggle with so much, for his whole goddamn life, i could see why that exam was the tipping point.)

or the woman who was struggling with an eating disorder? that one also hit hard, because i don't think people recognize just how insane an eating disorder can turn your brain over. how it's usually stemming from already existing fucked up self esteem, and how it really never goes away, and god, it must sound silly to be like "i want to die because people keep commenting on my body", but it's not silly, it's understandable and sad.

because i dunno, i feel like sometimes, when people open up about why they want to die, the knee-jerk reaction of particularly mean people is to go "that's a stupid reason to die", but tomorrow says "no, no, i see why you don't want to live like this anymore. i might not have felt it, but i can tell you're in pain and you don't want to live like this. let me help." and it's so . . . god, it's so much! it's so validating! it's so real! it's so real, and it makes me cry literally Every Time!

it's just. there's so much. there's so much, this show is making me go insane and this show is healing and this show really got at the core of why people feel like they have nothing left to live for anymore. i've cried so many tears over this show and my eyesight's actually blurring a little just writing about this show because god, i don't think i've seen a show tackle suicide so beautifully and so compassionately before and i sound a bit like a broken record now, but each episode of tomorrow feels like a warm pat on the back, followed by a firm--but gentle--talking-to. i'm incredibly thankful to the writer, director, cast and crew for creating such a beautiful drama, because i just know that it's probably helping so, so, so many people, including myself. :'))

#answered #tw suicide #tw suicide mention #tomorrow #tw eating disorder #oopsie this got really long #i just kept thinking it was the end of my thoughts but my brain would go 'OH AND ANOTHER THING'

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semimedieval · 9 months

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the gang reacts to: jojo's bizarre adventure part 1 phantom blood but make it stupider

this is a joke lupus has no dio in him no dio at all. he is at most a jotaro but not even really that either. and obsidian is too skinny to be any jojo character at all. maybe he could cut it in part four or five but other than that. okay anyway-

we begin like this. which would be yaoi if it wasn't just straight up silly. <- a thing that could be said about jojos bizarre adventure phantom blood.

Obsidian trudged through the grass. Sometimes, Lupus could be a bossy flirty show-off. Lupus trudged down the path. Sometimes Obsidian could be an emotional, overreacting, oddball. (XD)

while the boys are busy fighting, jack accidentally spawns the entire concept of the fields of aphelie, which i really had confidently thought i invented out of wholecloth for the roleplay.

[Spark] reached out to touch a blooming flower, it's leaves so golden it seemed to glow. It snapped at her finger and out of surprise she set it on fire. The ashes fell to her hands. "Odd flora in these parts," Lupus remarked.

but lupus isn't allowed to talk about FLOWERS, he's got sins to atone for. we cut to him and ky.

Ky nodded "Strange." then, more quietly she whispered to Lupus. Could I talk to you? Alone? "No problem," he replied. When they were alone, he asked, with only a slight trace of bitterness, "Here to tell me off?" "No Lupus." she said evenly. "It's about when you threw that snowball at Obsidian. I know it was just a joke, but afterwards you got this terrible expresion in your eyes. It was frightening and it scared me. "fear still lingered in her gaze. "Are you okay?" "Uh... yeah...?" he asked. "I'm fine, Ky." But he wasn't so sure himself. He knew it'd be so easy to get people to do what he wanted. Obsidian and Tozi both had an obvious weakness, they'd do anything for the sake of Chuji. Quartz would come running for anything. Spark was fiercely loyal to all her friends, and, consequentially, would do anything to save them. Ky pushed the thought to the back of her mind. "Sorry, must have been a trick of the light." She extended her hand for him to hold. He took it. His mind was full of various scraps of thoughts (lol what?). It was so easy. With the right words and mix of emotions, he could get most of them to do anything they wanted to. He couldn't help searching for weaknesses, everywhere. But it was all just thoughts, he added. It wasn't like he wanted to manipulate and overthrow people. Why'd he want to do that?

This is fucking GOOFY. Lupus and Obsidian are having a bitch of a time with the intrusive thoughts lately. Also Lupus you are not as good at seeing ways to manipulate and exploit your friends' weaknesses as your insecurities are clearly telling you you are, given that the only people you come up with genuine weaknesses for are Obsidian and Tozi. Also Tozi is ALREADY DEAD, fuck would you do to him? I'm not impressed.

He is not a Machiavellian genius, he's a flawed human sixteen year old boy who is having "Am I evil?" thought experiments over his father. And also doesn't like Obsidian for reasons that are not explained outside of "conflicting personalities." I think it's out of character for the Lupus of 2.0 and the Leander of 3.0 to not be immediately kind of worried when Ky suspects him of Hidden Long-Buried Evil. But jury's out.

I'll be real: Obsidian having A Rivalry with both tozi and rim just makes him look like a complete buzzkill. And speaking of Tozi -

"Ugh." Chuji yelled sarcastically James, let me show you how to cook... She grabbed his arm and walked back to the fire. "You show him, Chuji!" Quartz yelled enthusiastically. Tozi laughed. "I remember when she did that to me, It was with a mushroom. She was a grander cook than I. 'We were lost in the woods,' Is what we said, making it a game." Obsidian smiled. "A mushroom? What did you do to it?" "It melted! "He burst out happily, he then looked at Chuji, blushing. "I nearly got my first kiss that day...." "I see," said Obsidian, neither coldly nor happily. He had been practicing his 'neutral look' lately. "The first time I tried to make toast, Quartz chased me out of the house with a big stick." "I gotta go, the wind's wanting me back. Bye," he then was swooped up and blown into a small still cloud "Bye," said Obsidian, wondering if Tozi's departure was only due to wind. He began to set the makeshift table.

"I see" is a pretty great response to this all things considered. Ghost Tozi reminds me of those deranged tiktoks that are like "POV: you're out with your boyfriend and his totally chill girl best friend shows up uninvited and starts dropping hints about just how in love your boyfriend was with her in high school" Like dude Obsidian is trying SO hard to get along with you please try to play ball a little. Meanwhile, Ky is having a found family moment and it's very sweet.

Ky smiled. She loved her family. Family. It had been a while since she'd had that. All that happiness was welling over, filling her heart with love. Ky turned to Lupus and lightly kissed him on the cheek.

And Lupus resolves his personal little moral crisis.

With Ky, Lupus never failed to cheer up. He felt that he knew for sure, today at least, that he'd be faithful to his friends.

He also says "Our schedule for tomorrow: rescue Rim from my demented unicorn-obsessed father," which is very funny in a 2012 sort of way. I do think it's SO funny that in this adventure the entire sequence of Poppyworth->Lupus and Ky breakup->Rim rescue->arriving at the beach->Chuji and Obsidian's date->the entire next day at the beach, including the pendants and Dracus and Tozi's revival takes place over THREE DAYS. THREE DAYS!!!

ALSO poor moopy has been rping with themself for like what feels like at least a week and i am not playing ball with them at ALL monoceros-wise. embarrassing for me.

THEN: the kyobsidian agenda.

Ky sat down on a patch of green grass and took of her shoes. She dipped her feet in the water. Obsidian appeared behind her. "Hi," Ky froze as she heard Obsidian's voice. Would he hate her too, as he did Lupus? "Do you mind if I sit here?" he asked. "Don't worry, I consider you a friend. And I know that Lupus means well, too" "Really?" she asked "I don't think you mean that, Obsidian. I don't blame you for not liking Lupus. You don't have to hide it from me." She skipped a rock across the water, creating ripples on it's surface. "I meant, he means well, but he has a funny way of showing it," he said bitterly. "To me, at least." The rock Obsidian threw bonked into the water unceremoniously. "Never been much good at it," he laughed. Ky gave a weak smile. "What does he say?" "Doesn't say anything," he assured her. "It's just...do you get the feeling he has no problem with flirting? That he likes showing off what he can do? That he expects people to feel sorry for him, the little tragic hero whose father is the Evil Overlord? That he bosses everyone around?" "I guess he does do that but, you have to focus on his overall qualities. Those things don't define him. "Plus, when he flirts it makes me laugh." She argued.

JESUS CHRIST OBSIDIAN YOU ARE BEING SUCH A DENSE ASSHOLE. First of all "no problem with flirting"? it sounds like YOU have a problem with flirting which maybe explains why you and chuji textually haven't kissed since she cried and passed out in your arms. skill issue.

secondly, "expects people to feel sorry for him".... dude. imagine if someone said that about YOU. from the way lupus talks about his father it feels like it should be pretty fucking clear that he is severely affected by the fact that monoceros sucks. i guess in aote1 it's not textual that monoceros is abusive but it is textual that monoceros hated people with element powers and that made lupus feel afraid. i'm sorry that fantasy homophobia metaphors are not an issue for you obsidian.

thirdly, why are you talking to lupus's girlfriend about this anyway. i know she asked you but jesus. This is still life ruiningly goofy in 2.0 but i have to say the dialogue is a lot better.

“It’s fine, I’m interested.” She leaned forward. “You don’t have to hide that you hate him - every time he talks, you make faces, and you guys have argued multiple times.” “I know he means well,” Obsidian repeated; he looked embarrassed to have brought it up. “I just mean - he’s so commanding, so self-centered, and so insincere -” “He’s sincere!” Ky snapped, more coldly than she seemed to have intended, because she immediately covered her mouth with her hand. “Sorry - I just, I suppose I get defensive -” “No, no,” Obsidian said quickly. “He’s your boyfriend, I shouldn’t have brought it up -” “No,” an amused-sounding voice said behind them. “Maybe you shouldn’t have.” Abruptly, Obsidian scrambled backwards, muttering something apologetic; continuing his vague smile, Lupus lifted Ky’s hand gallantly and raised his eyebrows at Obsidian. “I’m sure your persuasive skills would have been very effective on anyone other than my girlfriend,” he said smoothly, and Ky gave a weak chuckle while looking strangely back at Obsidian.

the good news though is that we're skipping til morning and surely this inane rivalry thing will wind down instead of escalating and having social consequences for people that last three whole hours <3 onward!

also, love the blink-and-you-miss-it "obsidian is bi and had feelings for tozi" insinuation in the 2.0 excerpt that i only noticed because i very vaguely remember putting it there. love wins, i guess

#og rp lb #rereads

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internetreadingpanda · 2 years

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June 15, 2022

dear moon, my drinking buddy,

I remember how I finished my last letter and so many things have been left unsaid. I did not write, not because I was like too busy or sad or tired, but I was just too happy that I forgot to write. I have been doing good lately. May was a blessing, in that wedding, I talked with Kizzie whole night around the mandap. I want to brief you every detail but that would take me a whole night. While leaving Pune, I was feeling devastated; as if my world is falling apart because I’d never get to see her again. But you know life is beautiful and it’s terrible at the same time. As I reached home, the first thing happened was a fight between my elder brother and my father. My elder brother threw tea over my father and it got all ugly followed by curses and abuses on our own blood. I think my brother is mentally ill, he needs help. He is short tempered, has this rage he himself could not handle, he does not understand simple things easily, overreact, I have started to kinda disliking him. He recently got a job of a watchman in a building. It is just his first month and he wants to quit. Looking at my family’s financial crises, I am scared we gonna lose it.

At the same time some good things are taking place as well. After few days of getting back from Pune I went on a DATE!!!!! Can you imagine!!? I, Yushie, this dumbass, went out with a girl. It was not a romantic kinda date tho. We have known each other from 2 years, and I used to like her a lot, like hell lot. It has a different story of its own, how she had a boyfriend then who dumped her and he was very possessive for her; he was at the same time looked like a greek god so I was like so fuckin’ insecure and I started kind of hating myself for not being like him. Later that guy made her block me because he thought I and her have going on something (such a moron, I tell you). However, that is past, and now when I look back at it, I think that all happened for good cuz she never went out with that guy but she’s been on a cute date with me. She is an year younger than me and it is really hard to understand her. I don’t think she is ever going to date me or maybe anyone. I am gonna name her Kayush because that is what she calls ‘US’ when we are together.

Before Pune, I asked her out for a movie and back then she used to show like no interest in going out so I had zero hopes but when I asked her she sounded interested. She told me she has her exams going on and she could go out when she is done with her exams. Her exams ended on 18 and on 19 I had my flight that is why we could not go and I was so desperate to meet her that I started feeling awful and cursing my destiny and why things are always like this with me. I got scared that I will never go out with anyone and that is genuine, c’mon I’ve had 3 dates that got cancelled because of some dumb reason before this. I lost all my hopes.

But you know what, life has not been that bad with me lately. For the first time I saw ups. She put a story with a guy, it was them going out. She looked so hot, I tell you, I wanted to see her in that outfit. I sent that story to Ashu and just ranted for a while hoe she made a fool of me. Actually I thought she would only go out like once in a month because her parents are kinda strict and now that she has been out she will never go with me. Oh god, I really don’t know her! I wanted to yell at her and ask her what is the problem with me, why nobody wants to spend time with me but that would be very childish. So instead, I asked her how was it, she told me everything and later asked me so when are we going out? To tell you the truth, I got actually happy and thew my phone but at the same time I was scared, considering I have never been out with any girl before and it is the only thing I desired in that moment. I straight up called Ashu and told him about it. Asked him what am I gonna wear. He lent me his flannel shirt (thank you so much Ashu, thank you. I would literally die for you). There was another problem as well, I did not have enough money so I needed to borrow some but I have had asked enough people during my exams and none of them have. Deepak has got new job and I told me a week ago he is getting his salary in few days. So yeah, he gave me a thousand rupees and I was all set for the date.

Kayush thinks I live in sector 5 and I don’t want her to know that I have shifted because that way she would find out my dad is not a govt employ since RKP is a govt residency. She asked me to meet at sec 4 metro. I took auto from my place to the metro and I was kinda conscious of her seeing me getting off the auto and considering sec 5 is so near she would defenitly think why am I in an auto. The thing I was scared of, actually happened but I am glad she did not notice or even if she did she did not care. I get off from the auto and saw a girl in a pink dress with some white as well and she had told she is going to wear pink. Despite that the first thought that crossed my mind was THIS GIRL LOOKS LIKE Cezzane and then the second thought was she might be Kayush looking at the colour of the dress. I don’t know if she looked at me, the only glimpse I have of that moment is she going down stairs in the metro station. Standing at the entrance of the metro I texted her where you at. As the message got dilever I saw that girl downstairs taking out her phone and I kind of got aware she is Kayush and yes she was. She waved at me and I waved back at her. I was shivering for real!!! I did not know what to say. She was wearing a mask so I could see her eyes only and that’s the first thing I noticed. I was getting this urge to ask her for showing her face I could not resist that desire to see what is beneath that mask and what pretty face hold those charming eyes. As I went upto her, she started to jump out of excitement and I did find that very childish but super cute. I kind of got awkward because of that. After shaking hands the first thing she said was, “you look so good” and through the tone of her voice I can tell you she meant it. I got all blushy blushy that I did not even say thank you. Here I should tell you about how she is in person. The thing I love about her is her witty humor. She is one of those people who don’t have to do anything to be funny they are just built like that. She is like daughter of pheebs and chandler (if they had any) both funny and weirdly cute. She is confusing too you would not know when she is kidding and when she is serious; perhaps she is never serious, she is just less jokey. Her humor is like, she would tell you a serious incident and add something weird to its ending out od nowhere. Like she was telling me about how she was friend with this girl in KG and that girl was very rich and they would play kitchen set together and all of a sudden she went like that bitch would still my cylinder from the kitchen set every time; she said that with straight face. idk if you find this funny but it was the best joke I heard in that moment.

First we went to a cafe in Champa Gali, the same cafe I had been to at Cezzane's b’day. Kayush chose it, I did not. The first thing she clarified was we cannot date because we have this age difference and she has this brotherly crush on me. Now please tell tf is brotherly crush??!! Secondly, she is only one year younger so how is there a huge age difference?? From all this I came to a conclusion that she does not want to date me. I don’t want to spoil my brain and damage my nerves by thinking WHY? I am just happy this way. Even I am too scared of commitment. So I just accepted this and now we are good friends.

The toughest and most embarassing part of the date was ordering food and paying the bill. I did not even know how do we call the waiter to take our order and that is after seeing 100s of youtube video on first date impression. We played Jinga for a while so that waiter would get up to us on his own but I guess he thought we didn’t want to order yet. While playing I was not losing so she pushed the table to make it fall lmao.... she is actually so cute.

She kept on saying, “i am hungry!” since the begining of our date. Considering that I gathered myself up and looked at the waiter and fortunately he looked back too, so I gestured him to take the order. Basically, I fucked at the part where you have to tell the waiter what you want. on the other hand she was so smooth and why would not she be. She has been to way more expensive restaurants many times. She, very confidently, asked the waiter if the pasta has white sause and she also demanded to add extra bread. And when the ball got into my court, I was just baffled, completely blank like a two years old who does not know how to even speak. I somehow managed to utter few words and I ordered cold coffe. He asked which one and me, the illiterate fella, did not even know about types of coffees, I still have no idea though. The only name crossed my mind was, Latte so he said “sir the milk won’t be thick” and I murmured “that’s fine”. He also asked if I want mojito and I was like why he cares and how does he think that I’ll have mojito and Coffee together.

In the mean time, we talked, mainly she talked, I listened to her and I thought it must have bored her but later she told “me you are a good listener and I like that”. Now when I am trying to think about what we talked nothing is coming to my mind which surely proves I am not a good listener because the one who listens, remembers what he listened and I was just admiring her face. I traced every inch of her face with my eyes. She is so pretty and has fair complexion, I look so dark in front of her. What I loved about hanging out with her is how people were looking at us and I am sure they must be thinking something. I love that feeling, to be a stranger’s center of attention even if it is for a fleeting moment.

We went to the mall from that cafe and she pushed me into random stores and she looked at all those stuff with, you know, fascination. She told me how she would have bought all of this if she had enough money and I got kind of upset because I don’t have any. I mean, c’mon, I want to buy you that too because I know how it feels and I am sure if she was with her parents they would have definitely bought her all these stuff while I just could not and at the same time thinking this way is a bit childish too like I am a 17 years old too. I am not supposed to buy my girl expensive stuff... or am I? *looks suspiciously*

I got sort of a idea on what happens when you go out for shopping with a girl although we did not shop anything. We sat in the food court without ordering any food until the staff asked us are we done and we left laughing because us and the staff both knew the fact that we did not have anything. In the food court, I kept on looking at her, the awkward phase was somehow gone, I was again admiring her beauty and she asked why you looking at me like that? I wanted to ask her like what and I knew what she meant, why was I looking at her, smiling, like I do but how can I look at her and not smile. I wanted to tell her right here, I am trying to capture every ounce of you because I have no idea when will I get the next chance to see you. You have made this day so much better that I do not want to forget it. She asked me how I feel for her but I just could not tell her but I want her to know, in this moment I belong to her. I want her to know how everything seems blur and so slow except you; how you have made me realize that the earth is spinning but we are not, we are still and you are looking at me and I at you. In this moment, with you, all my miseries seem as if they are far away, so far that, to me, they are a dot right now but when you leave, I am the center of that dot.

Love&Lights

Yushie

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holycrimin · 3 years

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It hurts to love.

Karl heisenberg x male!reader

Tags: Hanahaki and angst

SFW

(Note: In this au, none of the main events happen with ethan, as he is not in this story. Also SPOILER WARNING.)

(Warning: probably shitty plot, but i'm trying my best ok)

[Your pov]

It all started a year or two ago, when mother miranda had found me lurking around the village. As i was not a local, she deemed me suspicous. However, before she had the chance to kill me, She had a spark in her eye. As if she had an idea. And before i knew it she was using me as some sort of vessel for her daughter, Eva. Although i am a male, she had seen something special in me apparently. I had also found out that her daughter had passed away and she was determined to bring her back.

It failed.

The experiment... failed.

I was no longer deemed useful.

She had proposed me two options. become a servant or assistant to one of the lords, or die. A slow, and painful death.

Of course I chose to be an assistant.

She was kind enough to let me choose who to work for, thankfully.

Lady dimitrescu was very much intimidating. And from what I've heard, if you mess up even just a little while working for her, you will be sent to the dungeons. Never to be seen again. And she isnt really fond of men, so I wont be choosing her.

Next up was Donna Beneviento. She was nice, although her doll 'Angie' is a little... how do I say this... creepy. It doesnt help that i have a huge fear of mannequins and dolls, so I dont think i'll be choosing her anytime soon.

And then theres Salvatore Moreau, dont get me wrong he's a great guy but.. he might accidentally drown me. I might be overreacting, but the guy smells. Although, I feel bad that he's treated so poorly by the other Lords, but i think it's for the best if i stay away from him.

And.. i guess my only option left is Lord Heisenberg. I just hope that he wont be that much of a hassle, even if he IS kind of an asshole...

A day before i start working at the factory, Mother Miranda forced us to spend the day together. To 'get to know eachother' I assume.

Lord Heisenberg looked pissed off, he wasn't really fond of me. He was more pissed off at Mother miranda though. Most likely because he was forced to spend time with me. I quickly learned what he called the 'basics of him'. Basically, common facts. Such as, the fact that he can bend metal and his deep hatred for Mother Miranda. that was basically all that he told me.

The following day was my first day at the factory. As we were walking along the factory, he stopped in his tracks. "Listen pup, there's rules." He practically growled. "First of all, Don't touch my shit. Second of all, don't go around the factory without me knowing. And third of all, Don't try to get to know me, we're keeping a proffessional relationship, got it?" He said.

"Uh.. y-yes Lord Heisenberg." I very nervously stammered, lightly blushing at the nickname he gave me.

"Good, now let's get to work."

Present day

That was around a year or two ago, and while i have gotten closer to the other lords, i never managed to get to get close to Lord Heisenberg. And..

I'm an idiot who fell for him... And... I know he'll never feel the same way. I've tried getting his attention, impressing him, but... nothing's working. Every time i try to get close to him, wether it's emotionally or physically. I get pushed away, literally and figuratively.

It's my fault really. I fell inlove with a man who was emotionally closed off. His charisma, his voice, everything about him just makes me fall more and more inlove with him.

I know i wont have a chance, hell, i dont even know if he's into guys... Guess i really am an idiot, huh?

Later that day, Lord Heisenberg asked me to help him with something. I agreed of course, and during that time I tried to know him more. "Jesus christ, are you trying to get me to open up or something? Cause' that's not gonna happen, so give it up." He spat out, "a-ah... sorry Lord Heisenberg.." I stammered out.

A few minutes of silence pass. Suddenly, he grabbed my hands. "I- ugh.. Just- you're doing it wrong. Here, let me help." He said, while holding my hands 'teaching me how to do it right'.

Of course my face started heating up, the feeling of his slightly roughed up hands on mine... it feels nice. Although this is probably the only time i'll ever get close to him.

"Hey pet, you ok? Geez, you're practically as red as a tomato." He said, while still holding my hands. "Uh.. y-yeah..! Uhm... i.. i'm good.." i stuttered, feeling his breath on top of my head. He was bigger and taller than me after all.

"Well, whatever you say, pup." He shrugged as he continued his work. I got a little flustered on the nickname, i never got used to that..

After, he went and ordered me to get supplies fron the duke.

As i was walking along the pathway to the duke, a few lycans were following me. They didnt seem to be attacking, so i just left them alone. However when i reached the duke, the lycans were gone. How strange.

"Well well well, if it isn't Heisenbergs pet! What brings you here, young man?" He says, with a shit eating grin. "Ah.. well, i'm just here for some supplies is al-" i was then cut off with a series of coughs, "Oh my, are you alright?" said the duke, genuinely concerned. "O-oh i'm fine i ju-" i was then cut off by another series of coughs, but just when i stopped, a small white flower petal came out of my mouth.

"Oh dear, i hope this isn't what i think it is... Are you sure you are alright?" Asked the duke. "I.. i dont know," i pause and look at the small flower petal in my hand. "do you know what's happening..?" I questioned him, very much confused. "It may be something called the 'Hanahaki disease'. It was said to just be an urban legend. Where, if you were suffering from unrequited love, you would begin to cough up flower petals." He explained. "I didnt think it was real.." he muttered to himself.

"..." i was silent as i stared in shock and horror, I'm.. coughing up flowers..? Like actual, real flowers...?

From.. unrequited love.... i should've known, i... i should've known that he would never feel the same way.

How could i be so stupid, to think he would fall for a mere mortal like me. Or atleast.. i think i'm mortal. "Well," the duke spoke up, "luckily there are two ways you can get rid of the sickness." My eyes lit up, "the person you like, either loves you back," he continued "or, you can get surgery. Not only will it remove the flowers, it also removes all of your feelings for this particullar person permanently."

"Th-that's great! I can finally get this 'hanahaki' disease while also getting rid of my feelings for him-!"

"Him?" The duke asked as he cut me off, "do you mean Lord Heisenberg?"

"Uh-" as i think about him, i start coughing again. This time, blood was spilling over. And so were many petals. "Oh dear.. so just the mere thought of him triggers it..?" He said, concerned. "Uh... i'll just... take the supplies. Thank you though, duke."

"No problem, stay safe. But remember, the longer you wait around with the flowers still inside you, the worse your state will become." He informs me,

"I'll try to get the surgery as fast as possible duke." I said, waving him goodbye.

As soon as i walked out, those same lycans followed me all the way back to the factory. Strange isn't it? Anyway, when you finally arrived at the factory, supplies in hand, I hear Lord Heisenberg open up the door.

"Here, let me help you with those." He says as he starts taking some of the bags.

"...Why are you being so nice all of a su-sudden?" I stammer as i try to hold in a cough. "Would you rather not have me nice, pup?" he growled. As i opened my mouth to speak, i was interrupted but a fit of coughs. Blood spilt out as did the petals. Heisenberg didn't seem to notice as he was already far ahead.

I try to cover it up as much as i can as i try to catch up with him. "Jeez.. Finally, you caught up-" he cut himself off. "Why is there blood on your face?" He said, slightly concerned. I froze. "Uh.." that was all i could say. "Whatever.." he said as he wiped the blood away from my face. A faint blush spread accross my cheeks.

I excused myself to the bathroom as i felt another fit of coughs. More blood splattered out as well as more petals. God it hurts. I heard a knock on the door. "Hey pet, you've been there a while, you sure you're alright?" He said

"Uh- yeah, i-i'm fine..!" I said, trying to hold in my coughs. "Well just make it quick, we have work to do." "Yes sir..!" I reply back quickly, not wanting to upset him. I quickly cleaned myself up and walked out of the bathroom. "Took you long enough." He sighed, annoyed. He went ahead and grabbed his hammer, dragging it along the metal floors. It was loud enough for him to not hear you cough up more petals.

~later that week~

My condition kept getting worse and worse, to the point i was barely able to breath. I've consulted the duke, however nothing seemed to work. No matter how much medicine, herbs or other medicinal items i jammed into my body, it just won't go away.

I was asked to come over Lady Dimitrescus castle, i'm not exactly sure why. Maybe she heard of this 'hanahaki' disease?

As i make my way to the castle, lycans started to follow me. Even more than before, why was this happening?

I finally arrive at the castle, the lycans seem to be watching me very carefully. I hear the doors open, and out came a tall lady. "Ah, Y/N! I'm glad you came! Come in." She said, holding the door open for me.

I walked in and was immediately tackled with a hug. "Uncle Y/N! You came!" Exclamed Daniela, one of Lady Dimitrescus daughters. "Oh, uh... hello Daniela." I say, hugging back. I never imagined them to warm up to me. "Now now Daniela, me and your Uncle Y/N have something to discuss."

"Aww man... well, i'll see you around Uncle Y/N!" She waved goodbye to me. "I'll see you around, Daniela." I say as i wave back. As soon as her footsteps were no longer in range, i spoke up. "So.. what did you want to talk about..?" I carefully asked the tall woman, not wanting to be sliced to bits. "Well, as i said before, the duke has informed me of something related to your wellbeing."

"So... you've heard about this.. 'hanahaki' disease, i assume...?" I say as i tense up even more. "The duke told me about it, and when i asked why he was informing me about this, he simply stated it had something to do with you. So tell me, do you have it?" She asked me with a concerned expression.

"W-well.. I-.." i say, sighing. "Yes, as far as i know." I reply, not wanting to lie to her. "As much as i dislike that wretched man, Heisenberg, i must ask, is he the object of your affection?" I froze. "Well... uh-" i cut myself off as i break into a fit of coughs growing more and more violent than the last. "Oh dear- MAIDS!" She called out, panicking, as blood and petals fall out of my mouth. She patted my back as i continue to cough. "So... it is Heisenberg.. I am terribly sorry Y/N i did not know this would happen.." she said, apologetically.

"I-it's alright-" i break into another fit of coughs. But instead of petals, this time, there were fully grown flowers. "i.. i can't b-breath.." i say almost blacking out. The last thing i see and hear are the maids, Lady Dimitrescu shouting to get the duke, and the door opening to reveal... Lord Heisenberg..? "Goddammit, out of my way-!" Was the last thing i heard before blacking out.

•

.....

I woke up to the duke. I sat upright, "what... happ-" i was then cut off by the duke. "You're awake! Honestly, i.. didnt know if you would wake up.." he said sadly. "Thankfully, i was able to patch you up just fine. And after days and hours of research, i finally found an alternative to your hanahaki!" The duke said, switching from a sad, to a cheerful mood.

My eyes light up, "W-wait, really!?" I said as a smile creeps up on my face. The duke gives me a small bottle, "Here, take this. Free of charge!" He said as he smiles brightly. "Now, you should drink it as soon as possible. Lord Heisenberg is waiting for you outside."

"I will, thank you duke!" I said as i waved him goodbye. As I walked to the gates, I take the small bottle and drink it. Within seconds, the flowers were gone. I could finally breath again!

Walking out with a small smile, I saw Lord Heisenberg. "Oh, hey-!.. uh.. i mean, hey. You're awake, lets... get back to the factory..." he stammered out.

Was it just me, or were there tears on his face..?

The walk to the factory was silent, but as we walk up to the factory gates, he stops dead in his tracks. "Before we go in, I just uh.. wanted to let you know that the duke let me know about how you really felt about me." He said. "And.. after a long time of thinking about it.." he cuts himself off as his cheeks turn red,

"...I like you too." He confesses.

But,

I don't feel any different.

I don't have butterflies in my stomach.

I don't even feel my face heating up.

It was like...

I was never inlove with him in the first place.

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Heisenberg... but.. I dont feel the same way anymore. I think... it was that small bottle the duke gave me, but.. I am sorry, i don't feel the same way." "W-wait.. you're.. you're joking, right...?" I watch as his expression goes from flustered to heartbreak. "..." i grow silent.

"Let's... let's get inside... we'll catch a cold if we don't." I say, opening the doors to the factory, not wanting the situation to get more awkward. "...Y... yeah... just, gimme a minute.." he says as his voice was slightly shaking. "Alright.. just... please be quick, you'll get a cold." I said, walking in and closing the door on him.

[Heisenbergs pov]

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Heisenberg... but.. I dont feel the same way anymore. I think... it was that small bottle the duke gave me, but.. I am sorry, i don't feel the same way."

"W-wait.. you're.. you're joking, right...?" I say with my voice slightly shaking. Dammit.. god... fucking...

DAMMIT...!

Just when i thought i finally found the love of my life, he's stripped away from me.

"..." he was silent.

I could feel the heartbreak slowly filling me up.

"Let's... let's get inside... we'll catch a cold if we don't."

"...Y... yeah... just, gimme a minute.." i stammer while i try not to break down infront of him.

"Alright.. just... please be quick, you'll get a cold." He says, as he walks in and shuts the door. Heh.. it's cute how he still worries about me when..

Nevermind.

I need some time to thi-

My thoughts were interrupted when i started to violently cough. What i didn't expect though...

Was a flower petal.

"..."

"Heh..."

"So this is what he felt." I said, as i look at the bloody flower petal in my hand.

#karl heisenberg x you #heisenberg x male reader #heisenberg x reader #angst #hanahaki #hanahaki disease #assistant

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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Mo Xuanyu is banished from Koi Tower, but manages to take Wen Ning (or maybe a captured Nie Mingjue, your choice) with him. Now he has to figure out what to do with a well known fierce corpse. [🎶🎶 anon]

Crybabies - ao3

“Okay,” Xue Yang said, looking up at the ceiling with an expression that suggested he wanted to kill something and probably would, very soon. “What are you crying about now?”

“I don’t have any friends,” Mo Xuanyu explained. Xue Yang wasn’t allowed to kill him – Jin Guangyao said it would be politically inconvenient – so he felt moderately safe around the other man.

“What am I?” Xue Yang said. “Dirt?”

“Way too scary to be friends with someone like me.”

“…good point,” Xue Yang said. “You are kind of pathetic. A real crybaby.”

Mo Xuanyu was pretty used to statements like this.

“Actually,” Xue Yang said, and smiled. “That gives me an idea.”

Mo Xuanyu did not like Xue Yang’s idea.

“I don’t want these types of friends!” he wailed at the door, then, sniffling, turned around. “No offense meant.”

The two fierce corpses stared back at him.

“I’m sure you’re very nice,” Mo Xuanyu said, voice wavering. “Just very, uh…dead.”

Xue Yang cackled from outside the door. “I even took out their controls, just for you!” he sang out. “All the crybabies together in a single room. Have fun!”

And then his footsteps went away.

Shaking, sniffling, Mo Xuanyu turned to look at the two fierce corpses. It turned out they were chained to the wall, which was a bit of a relief.

“…are you the other crybabies?” he asked, curiosity temporarily overwhelming him. There was no one else in the room but them, but it seemed implausible.

Implausible, but apparently correct: tears started dripping down the face of one of the corpses.

“I want to go home,” he said, sounding genuinely miserable.

Mo Xuanyu looked at the other corpse.

“I want to go to his home,” he said, ducking his head and stuttering a little. He didn’t cry, but his eyes wrinkled up, like he wanted to but couldn’t. “It sounds nice.”

Mo Xuanyu had never heard of a home that sounded nice before.

“What’s it like?” he asked.

Mo Xuanyu really hated disappointing people.

It sometimes felt like he’d never done anything else: disappointed his mother when his father lost interest in him and stopped visiting, disappointed his aunt and her family by existing, disappointed his father after he turned out to be useless after he’d gone to all the effort of bringing him back to Lanling City, disappointed his teachers, disappointed his half-brother Jin Guangyao, disappointed – everyone, really.

So when he heard that he was probably going to get kicked out of Lanling, it wasn’t really a surprise. He’d long outworn his welcome, after all.

But then he also heard that they planned to send him back to Mo Manor and just – no.

He couldn’t.

He’d just have to disappoint everyone one more time.

“I’m pretty sure you’re not allowed to do this,” Wen Ning said, rubbing his wrists as if it would help return the circulation he didn’t have. “Friends or no friends.”

“They said I was going to have to go home,” Mo Xuanyu said, shivering from terror at the mere thought. “I don’t want to go back to my home. I want to go to his home.”

A-Jue wiped his eyes with his sleeve and sniffed. He was the biggest crybaby of the lot of them, but it wasn’t his fault; according to Wen Ning, he’d lost a big part of his memory and higher order thinking skills when he’d become a fierce corpse and spent any time that he wasn’t murdering people in a crazy frenzy of rage on Jin Guangyao’s orders at the mental age of about seven or eight.

It also didn’t help that, out of the three of them, he was Jin Guangyao’s favorite.

It was not a good thing, being Jin Guangyao’s favorite.

“We’re going home?” he asked, looking between them, watery eyes and all. “Will Sangsang be there?”

“Maybe?” Mo Xuanyu said, and looked at Wen Ning, who shrugged helplessly. Neither of them had any younger siblings, and Wen Ning hadn’t known anything about politics long before he’d died; he’d been in the dark rather deliberately. “Hopefully.”

“We should try to avoid being seen,” Wen Ning said wisely. “I have an idea.”

“This cart stinks,” A-Jue mumbled, knees pulled to his chest. Even folded up, he was nearly as big as Mo Xuanyu was stretched out. “I hate radishes.”

“I hate radishes too,” Wen Ning said. He looked like he wished he could cry, looking at them, but then again he looked like that a lot; he’d been the first one brought back, so he hadn’t kept the ability to actually shed tears, which was awful and unfair and something they’d have to fix as soon as they had some time and weren’t being chased.

“This was your idea,” Mo Xuanyu pointed out.

“I said it’d work, I didn’t say we’d enjoy it,” Wen Ning said, and Mo Xuanyu had to admit he had a point. No one would look for two fierce corpses and one runaway teenager in the back of a radish cart, and the farmer driving them in the general direction of Qinghe had been more than happy to accept some gold in exchange for not saying a word about them.

(“How d’you know I won’t take your money and sell you out anyway?” he’d asked before they set out.

“Because if you did, we’d prioritize ripping your throat out before we got captured?” Wen Ning suggested. Mo Xuanyu elbowed A-Jue, who obligingly stretched out his hand to demonstrate the length of his reach, the strength of his arm, and the length of his sharp nails.

“…good reason.”)

The ride only got them a day or so of travel north before the farmer had to make a turn that led him further away from Qinghe rather than towards, but they were in the countryside, not a city, and that was already something.

“We can make the rest by foot,” Wen Ning decided, and A-Jue put Mo Xuanyu on his back so that he wouldn’t slow them down. It was surprisingly comfortable. “I hope you’re right about your sect, A-Jue.”

“I am,” A-Jue said. “Sangsang will be there. He’ll know what to do.”

“Isn’t he only two years old?” Mo Xuanyu asked suspiciously.

“If I’m big, he’s big,” A-Jue pointed out. “And if I’m dead, he’s sect leader. It’ll be fine.”

Mo Xuanyu was nominated to be the one to go in and try to get an audience with the sect leader of Qinghe on account of him being the only one not dead.

It was a very compelling argument.

He got into the main city without a problem, gate or no gate, and then walked up to one of the guards outside the main clan complex. “Uh,” he said, fidgeting. “How do I get to see the sect leader?”

The guards looked at him in pity.

“Tell us what you want him for and we can direct you to the appropriate person to help you,” one of them said, not without kindness.

“I’m pretty sure the sect leader is the appropriate person, though…”

“Maybe you haven’t heard,” the other said. “But Sect Leader Nie isn’t actually good at anything.”

“I’m supposed to find him,” Mo Xuanyu said stubbornly. “Just him.”

“Kid. Listen. It’s not happening.”

Mo Xuanyu knew he’d screw this up. “Can you at least pass on a message?” he said hopelessly. “Tell Sangsang that I have something he’d be interested in –”

“Hold up,” the first guard said. “Sangsang?”

“…isn’t that his name?”

The two guards looked at each other. “Maybe you should go in,” the second one said.

“In fact,” the first one said. “We’re going to insist on it.”

“Please stop crying,” the young man with the fan and the frills said. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“I’m under arrest!” Mo Xuanyu howled, tears and snot streaming down his face. “I’ve never been under arrest before!”

“I’m pretty sure that was just an overreaction,” the young man said soothingly. “They didn’t really arrest you, they were just being mean and exaggerating. Weren’t they?”

He looked at the two guards by the door, and Mo Xuanyu followed his gaze.

They both nodded.

“Sorry,” one of them said.

“Didn’t mean it,” the other said.

“Big mistake.”

“Won’t happen again.”

“Do you accept their apology?” the young man said, and Mo Xuanyu nodded. “Good, good. Now go – no, not you, them. You stay where you are.”

Mo Xuanyu sheepishly sat back down.

“Now,” the young man said, putting his elbows on the table. “You look familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?”

“Uh, maybe?” Mo Xuanyu said. “I was at the Jin sect for a while, but they kicked me out.”

The young man blinked, then his eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Oh,” he said. “I see. No wonder you’re scared of getting arrested.”

Mo Xuanyu wasn’t sure he understood the connection. Wasn’t being arrested scary everywhere?

“Different question,” the young man said. He was playing with his fan in his hands and not really looking at Mo Xuanyu directly, which was a relief; it made him feel like the other man didn’t really care that much about the answer. “The Nie sect leader…who told you he was called Sangsang?”

“Uh,” Mo Xuanyu said. “It’s a bit complicated. You see, he doesn’t remember things very well, but A-Jue said –”

The fan snapped in two in the young man’s suddenly clenched hands.

It turned out that Nie Huaisang – that was the sect leader’s actual name – was just as much of a crybaby as the rest of them, which he really should have made clear from the beginning. Mo Xuanyu wouldn’t have been nearly as afraid of him if he’d known that.

As it was, he was still hugging a somewhat confused A-Jue (mostly marveling at how large his Sangsang had gotten) and crying his heart out while blubbering a whole lot of incoherent things, so Wen Ning patted the ground next to him and Mo Xuanyu went to sit.

“Is this a good sign?” he checked, and Wen Ning nodded.

“The Nie sect is pretty strong,” he said. “They’ll be able to protect us. Well, the two of you, anyway, I don’t know about me –”

“I don’t think surnames are really the most important thing right now,” Nie Huaisang said, finally pulling away and wiping his red eyes. “You helped bring my da-ge back home; you can stay as long as you like.”

“It really is a nice home,” Mo Xuanyu whispered to Wen Ning, who looked a little impressed.

“I told you,” A-Jue said proudly. He still had an arm wrapped around Nie Huaisang and wasn’t letting go – they’d offered to help Nie Huaisang out of his grip earlier, but he’d politely refused – and he seemed to be settling in very well to his older brother role. It was a bit strange to adjust to, but he was still A-Jue in the end. “I have the best home.”

“It’s nice enough,” Nie Huaisang said, still a bit teary-eyed. “Right. Enough feelings. I need you to tell me everything you remember about your time in Lanling.”

“…everything?” Mo Xuanyu said.

“Everything relevant,” Nie Huaisang clarified.

“You’re not going to like it,” Wen Ning said.

“Probably not, no. Tell me anyway.”

Mo Xuanyu patted Nie Huaisang on the back as he started trying to throw up again – it was all bile and dry heaves by now. It was a human failing that they shared, and the fierce corpses didn’t, although they were sympathetic enough.

“It’s not that bad,” Wen Ning offered. “We’re not really – awake, during much of it. The worst parts.”

That didn’t seem to help.

“He mostly only got mad at me,” A-Jue said, hovering anxiously. “He didn’t like that I didn’t remember him. Said it was no fun. So he didn’t spend that much time with me.”

“I hate him,” Nie Huaisang said. His voice was raspy, his eyes red, and he looked a little bit scary. “I’m going to destroy him.”

“Okay,” A-Jue said at once, because he was a big old softie as well as a crybaby. “We can destroy him. No problem. Just don’t be sad, Sangsang.”

Nie Huaisang’s lip trembled, which rather destroyed the scary effect. “Okay, da-ge,” he said. “I won’t be sad. You’re going to stay here at home with me, and then we’ll focus on making you better, okay?”

“Uh,” Wen Ning said.

“Not the corpse thing,” Nie Huaisang clarified. “The – memory thing.”

“You can fix that?” Mo Xuanyu said, surprised. “How? Senior Jin and Senior Xue both tried really hard and couldn’t manage it.”

“Yes, well,” Nie Huaisang said, and rubbed his eyes. “They don’t know that da-ge was a little kid the first time he picked up Baxia. I think that dying cut off his connection to her, and that she kept everything that was – you know – after. So maybe reconnecting them…”

“That means you’ll be grown up again!” Mo Xuanyu said to A-Jue, who seemed pleased. “That’s great.”

“I’m going to need your help, though,” Nie Huaisang said. He was mostly looking at Wen Ning. “No matter what da-ge says, you helped do – a lot of things, and if we’re going to bring down Jin Guangyao…I’m going to need help.”

“We’ll help you,” Mo Xuanyu said, and Wen Ning nodded. “I mean, we’re not – really helpful. We’re kind of all a bunch of crybabies. But whatever we can do, we will!”

“I appreciate that,” Nie Huaisang said. “Also, don’t underestimate crybabies.”

He smiled.

“We’re a lot more dangerous than you might think.”

#mdzs #mo xuanyu #xue yang #nie mingjue #wen ning #nie huaisang #my fic #my fics #crybabies #Anonymous

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diedbutterflies69 · 3 years

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Leaving Pluto -

Lee Know smut imagine.

Contains: soft dom!lee know, praise mixed with teasing, slight choking. Arguing slightly. Fingering, oral $ex

Minors don't interact.

Working past the work hours cause he didn't have you waiting for him to come home.

It was another exhausting night for Minho. Being away from you was killing him slowly. A small fight that happened four days ago was the reason for you to not contact him. You wanted to find a new workplace, cause you were too tired of your co workers talking behind your back how cheap of a woman you were just because you were dating a male with slight higher position than you. According to Minho you should have ignored thier words or come with most savage comeback possible or simply talk sweetly and be friends with them. But you being you picked up the option which he never expected. Your resignation letter.

For Minho you were a deadly drug, Without you he can't live. He was addicted to feeling of being loved.

Being bad with words he never really poured out his heart to you. He fell for you when he was at his peak of self-hatred, he still can't understand how you were able to see behind the proud man who earned his position all by himself was a hiding his depressed emo kid who just wished to feel something.

Minho can't lose you. He exactly knew where you were. But he didn't have the guts to face you, he was scared because his words were no less than knifes. He was tired of himself being always a jerk to you and you forgiving him everytime because

Minho was your everything too.

You both weren't in a toxic relationship just were different.

He believed in facing problem and you believed in running away from it .

Shutting down the laptop he picked his coat and stuff. Minho made his mind, he can't just sit ideal and expect you to come back to him . Your apartment wasn't miles away from him but here he was still hesitating to start the car and and Stay with you.

Finally gathering all his shattered courage and starting the engine Minho finally headed to his world.

Standing infront of your apartment and again trying to find his lost courage Minho finally rung the door bell and it didn't even took 10 secs before the door opened.

"What you want", you Asked him. Your voice colder than ice. You expected Minho to come begging at your door anyways as you understand what kind of devil was residing in his mind, but now you were tired , tired of how Minho only knew how to regret over the mess he created himself. Looking in his eyes, your whole tough demonor almost shaken. You hated to see Minho in that state.

"umm, can I come in, please Y/N?"

He gave you a small smile and your heart melted, no one knows how much you adored that man he always just pretend to have a tough front, and right now it was crumbling again.

Sighing heavily you let him in.

"come in" you said.

"Y/N, Listen to me please, I overreacted it was my fault I -I apologize I was hitted hard by fact that I would be unable to see you everyday in that suffocating place, I--I am really sorry and please I wasn't trying to control you, I was being selfish I--I-I--"

" will you stop now?" You asked him cutting him off, whatever anger you had disappeared the moment he expressed his heart truly but you just wanted to know one thing.

"Do you love me Minho?", You asked him you didn't understand what exact feelings he had for you, was it love, or desire to be love, or just a simple fuck. Minho's face full of confusion, you caught him off-guard. But he answered confidently no ounce of hesitation in his voice.

"I love you, I love you so much" His voice so sincere like he was practicing his wedding vows.

"Then fucking act like a normal guy in love for atleast 1 second, who the hell takes almost whole week to apologize?? Is your ego more powerful than your love, dating in office place was so damn hard for me those annoying rats comments were giving me headache and I live with you, do you forgot that??? Fucking stupid crazy ?"

You ranted , felt like the weight from your shoulders finally lifted you just wanted his genuine emotions, living peacefully without arguing like cats and dogs.

Minho was hanging his head low in guilt knowing how much damaged he has caused , that you started to doubt his love.

"I love you so much sorry please forgive me , I will try to get better", Minho said he always meant what he said. looking straight into eyes he come closer to you.

"You should have come sooner, I missed your stupid ass", you said speaking from your heart. The 5 days argument finally fucking itself.

Minho smiled at you and said," I was too afraid of lover, you know she is a whole different person when angry." Pouting like a kid, he was too irresistible for you and you were deprived from his touch,his kisses and whole him.

"You talk to much", You said and locked your lips with Minho for a desperate deep kiss, which he happily reciprocated back with equal desperation and love.

" you are the hottest girl I have ever seen" he said and pecked your lips lifting you up in his arms and going straight to your bedroom. Both of you looking at each other with so much respect love and affection. Reaching your bedroom Minho slowly put you down smiling at you and whispering "let me show you how much love I have for you", whimpering desperately at his words that sended shivers down your spine no matter how many times he had fucked you , you can't get used to his dominant persona.

Minho's hand wondering inside your hoodie and cupping your breasts as you didn't wore any bra his fingers softly pinching your buds not in a rough way. Tonight he decided to go as gentle as possible.

"Stop teasing, Minho", you moaned desperately , tugging on Minho's shirt and attempting to free his god sculpted body. One thing Minho loved the most about you , you not being shy and addressing whatsoever you felt. Minho smiled playfully at you and saying out " patience darling, I am gonna make you feel good" This man is gonna be death of me you thought .

Minho removed your hoodie and freed your upper body, cold air immediately making your buds hard again, his hand resting on your waist and one to support himself at top of you , he started kissing your neck And leaving a very small hickey as you didn't liked him marking you at visible places, you were too lazy to conceal it. Going down and cupping your right breast so tenderly your breath getting heavier at Minho's slow yet sensual ministrations, he was different from usual, definitely more soft.

But him being slow was torture to your core.

"Please", you whimpered bucking up your hips to Minho's body in response he grabbed your thighs his hands, caressing your inner thighs dangerously close to your heat, you were already wet from all the foreplay , your pussy begging to get destroyed by your lover.

Minho removed your shorts , now your slight wet panties being the only cloth on your body on the other hand Minho being Fully dressed his black shit wrinkled from your tight grip which he unbuttoned hastily after freeing your body from those useless panties throwing somewhere in room.

"because of who your pussy is soo wet , love?" He said looking straight in your eyes his fingers resting at your entrance, waiting for your answer before doing anything else. A fucking teaser.

"Because of you Min, do something please", your voice coming out much softer and desperate than you thought.

Finally giving you a big smile, Minho entered his fingers in your mouth covered in your saliva then without warning he shoved his two fingers in your hole and moving them at a extremely slow pace his touch was so powerful today even if it was different he never was a slow going man but you weren't complaining.

Minho went down to your thigh level, eyes looking straight at your pussy , without removing his fingers , he attacked your pussy with his mouth, sucking the entrance and tongue going straight inside you, fingers and the soft muscle making it difficult for you to not moan and just keep screaming his name till your lungs burn.

His nose brushing to your your clit , and fingers finally picking up pace , you can literally feel Minho's smirk whenever you called his name.

"I. ... I am close", you said followed by a high pitched moan, hearing you Minho's own cock almost bursting , he added a third finger and started sucking you more aggressively.

"I am cumin..." You felt your body on cloud nine, your high washing over you, juices flowing from you and Minho not letting them fall, till the last drop he kept eating you out and fingering, you almost crying from overstimulation.

"How was it babe? Felt good?", Minho asked you even knowing the answer that he literally made you see the stars alone with his fingers and tongue, detaching himself from your lower body and again looking at you , You got up ready to give him something in return, he loved your mouth and loved how you gagged whenever his tip touched back of your throat, your hands reached his belt but he stopped you .

"This, ain't about me babe", Minho said, resulting in you looking at him in pure frustration, giving you a sly smile as he lied you back down on bed he continued. " I mean suck me some other day, now I just wanna come inside your small pussy"

Minho have a great way of making you lose your mind completely.

He unbuckled his belt and removing his belt so slowly like he was giving you a whole strip show. After finally freeing his member from all the restrictions Minho's mouth again finding your lips as he slowly entered inside you .

"Fuck, why you always feel so good", Minho grunted heavily and started moving at a slow pace, his hand cupping your breasts and lips hungrily kissing you."you are so fucking beautiful love",He said , his voice containing pure sincerity and sensuality. The way he was rolling his hips was driving you insane, even the kiss was so sensual, his tongue inside exploring your mouth . Minho's body so close to you ,your slight bloated stomach occassionally coming in contact with his sculpted abs, he always made you feel beautiful , sexy even when days he was rough his degradation never made you felt insecure and today he was being so gentle, so soft and his praises making your throbbing heart melt. You love Minho and Minho loves you.

"Minho, please you.. you feel so damn.. good", you said in between your deep breaths and screams. Minho's lips now giving you hickeys and you didn't really wanted to stop him, his mouth felt so damn good. His pace being the same slow torture to you.

"I feel good too babe, inside you", Minho said his grunts getting more louder signalling he was close too. His hand now intervining with yours in a tight grip as if he you were his last straw to sanity.

"can I come, please?", You asked as of an habit , Minho was a hella kinky man and he had taught you so many things inside bedroom and asking for his permission before Cumming was one. He nodded at your request, something which happened once in a blue moon you were glad as wasn't edging you. His thrusts getting faster as he chased down his own high.

Leaving many screams and moans, you cummed around his cock feeling like being top of the world. " You are mine", he said before kissing your forehead and those intervened hand before empting himself inside you.

"I am yours, always yours", you replied to Minho, his forehead resting against yours both giving each other a faint and tired smile.

He scorched beside you and engulfed you in a tight hug , caressing your sweaty forehead and removing the hair that were sticking to it because of the passionate activities you both just did.

Comfortable Silence spreading inside your room. Before Minho finally spoke again.

"I am sorry, you gonna come back to our house right?" Minho apologizing again and being oblivion to the fact that you had even forget the argument. You also loved the way he referred his house to 'ours'. Those small things which he do without any intentions meant so much to you.

"Stop saying sorry It wasn't only yours alone fault too, I too overeacted, sorry" you said to him and snuggling inside his neck . He quickly reacted to the last word. Minho hated the way you thought it was your fault.

"No babe, I am sorry, don't apologize", Minho again saying sorry, Guess it was endless loop of taking the blame. You ignored his words having no energy to argue .

"well, so are we gonna have a bath, We need to go back to our home in morning", you said Minho and him being too aware of hidden meaning of your words.

"Okay babe , let's do 69 there"

Thanks for reading .

Beautiful reader.

#stray kids imagines #stray kids #skz #lee minho #minho #stray kids smut #skz smut #lee know #lee know smut

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sassycassie-s-writing · 3 years

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Maybe I Like Your Jealousy

By: SassyShoulderAngel319

Fandom/Character(s): DC/BatFam - Jason Todd/Red Hood

Rating: PG-13/T (maybe pushing M? but there’s still nothing super explicit. this is just a lot dirtier than I usually write holy cannoli. Heavy kissing, a little bit of suggestive dialogue and narration, minor swearing?)

Original Idea: This

Notes: (Masterlist)(By Character)(About Me) This one is only 1,688 words but... I’m putting the most heated bits under a Read More (usually if a one-shot is under 1,800 I don’t bother because I’m l a z y) because of how spicy it gets. Nothing super explicit, of course, but it’s highly suggestive. @welovegroot @jason-redhood @jason-todd-squad

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Jason knocked on the door to the bathroom. “Babydoll, come on,” he pleaded quietly. “Please just open the door.” He knocked again, slightly more insistently. “You know I…” Knock… knock. “… let my anger get the best of me sometimes.”

I didn’t say anything, just sniffed and wiped a tear off my cheek.

He sighed. “Ugh. Please, babydoll. Just… come out here and we can… we can talk about this.”

“Like adults?” I asked, voice thick and shaking.

“I’m… sorry, okay? Is that what you want me to say? Babydoll, I’m sorry.” His voice had dropped to a quiet, soft murmur. Genuinely apologetic. “We can talk like adults, I promise.”

I slid off the bathroom counter and unlocked the bathroom door, emerging, but refusing to meet his eyes.

“Thank God, there you are,” he whispered, pulling me into a hug with a small grunt. “Look, darling, I just… I know I got a little angry—”

“Just a little? You overreacted to the moon and back.” I backed up a step, rolling my eyes.

“Stop saying that. I know you hate it when we fight—but I can’t… look, I can’t just pretend that it doesn’t bother me. I saw you flirting with that guy.”

“I told you already: I was not flirting with him.”

“I know what I saw. The way you looked at him made my blood boil. And the things I said earlier… were not phrased well. I admit that.” He sighed. “But, you know that I love you, don’t you? So much. The thought of losing you scared me tonight. It still does. I wish you could know exactly how it feels to be in my head—to love you so fiercely and to be so terrified that I might screw it up. You know who I am, what I do. You know that it’s dangerous for us to even be together. That scares me too. But not as much as losing you to some other guy does. If you got hurt because of the rogues, that would be one thing, if you got hurt because of me and left? That would destroy me. I would destroy myself for being so stupid that I lost you.

“I know it’s bad and unhealthy—but I can’t stop this need to be… protective.”

“Possessive,” I corrected.

He cleared his throat. “Alright. Possessive,” he agreed, somewhat begrudgingly, like he was trying to cool his temper so we didn’t explode again. “I’ll be honest: I don’t want to share you. You are the one good thing that’s happened to my life in… in so long I stopped keeping track of the years. I try not to get too… possessive, but sometimes I can’t keep it down. And I know you’re independent and strong but… I can’t help the part of my soul that wants to keep you solely for myself. Which, I am aware, is not healthy for either of us. But knowing that doesn’t help much in the heat of the moment.

“Babydoll, darling… do you know… what it felt like to watch the only good future I’ve seen in years—my dream girl—so easily slipping away from me toward someone else? I felt myself break down to my core.”

“That sounds like a ‘you’ problem,” I said sharply.

Jason took a deep breath and sighed slowly. I saw his fingers twitch as he exhaled, one at a time. Counting to ten. Calming down. “I know that’s not what you want to hear, love,” he said, “and you’re right. That is a ‘me’ problem. I’m insecure, and I know it. Insecure, jealous—” He closed his eyes and added softly, “Weak. However you want to put it.” He reached out for me. “Come here, please?” I let him hug me. “I’m sorry. I wanted to have a nice time. And as you two were talking, I had to keep reminding myself everything we’ve been through and said together. That you’re mine, and I’m yours. That we stick together through it all. All that stuff.

“I didn’t lose control of my temper until you touched him. If he’d touched you and you’d looked uncomfortable, I’d have had leave to deck him in the face. But you touched him. So I just had to sit there and not do anything. In that moment it looked… it looked like you wanted him more… more than me.” Jason cleared his throat. “And I know that I can never be what that guy is—normal. Less messed up than I am. I know you deserve someone like that.”

“I don’t want a guy like that. I still love you, you big idiot.”

He screwed up his face. “I know—that sounded stupid; and it probably was. But… this isn’t the first time I felt that way. We both know you deserve better than me.”

I stared at the hallway carpet, still not meeting his eyes—as I hadn’t the whole time he’d been talking. “Maybe. But deserve and want are two different things,” I muttered.

“Come on, babydoll, look at me,” he said softly, cupping my face in his hand, but not pushing it toward him. I didn’t move, not sure I wanted to yet. “Please, baby? Won’t you look me in the eye? You’re stronger than me, and you know it. We both do. I’m an emotional and mental mess—but I’m trying to be better for you.”

Finally, I looked up at him. He was crying too.

His shoulders sagged. “There’s my babydoll. There’s those beautiful eyes I adore. I’m so sorry, darling. I can’t stand you being angry with me. Do you think you can forgive me?”

“Maybe,” I said.

“I’m sorry I smudged your makeup. I’m supposed to mess up your lipstick, not your mascara and eyeliner.” He reached up with the hem of his shirt caught on his thumb. “Let me wipe your tears.”

I turned to go get a tissue in the bathroom behind us, but Jason didn’t want to let me go.

“Just use my shirt, baby. The tissue shouldn’t have to suffer for my jealousy.” He chuckled just slightly, obviously trying to cheer me up.

“This was all so stupid,” I said as he mopped up the smeared eyeliner and mascara from the tear tracks down my face.

“I know. I know,” he said comfortingly. “I wasn’t thinking. The silence on the car ride home was childish and I shouldn’t have snapped at you when we parked. I’m really sorry. I don’t know if I can say it enough.” He kissed my forehead.

I looked up at him and reached around his embrace to tap my lips. He gave me a small smile and leaned down, kissing me there.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, kissing me again, deeper this time. “Ow! Why’d you bite my lip?”

I bit my own lower lip in a smirk. “I didn’t bite that hard, you big baby. And I did it because I love you.”

“I love you too—but you didn’t have to bite me.”

I shrugged. “Mm. Maybe I kinda like it when you get jealous,” I replied.

He raised a brow at me. All melancholy set aside as playful smugness took over his expression. “Oh is that right? You like it, do you?” There was impish delight in the smirk that tugged on his face. “That, my dear, is dangerous territory. Fortunately for you—” He leaned down so his lips brushed the curve of my ear. “—it’s pretty hot too.”

My blood flared to life. Heat travelled over my entire body, originating from my chest.

“We are so dysfunctional, sometimes,” I said.

Jason laughed. It was soft, but with great feeling. “Yeah… I guess we’re both kinda messed up, aren’t we?”

I scrunched my nose. “Just a little bit.”

He brushed his fingers down my cheek. “Try not to make a habit of getting me riled up and jealous, okay? Please? It happens way more often than you realize—” I scoffed. “—Yes, it does. Trust me. But you don’t… sweetheart, you don’t have to act out if you want me to show you just how much you really mean to me. Next time, we can just… fast forward… right to here.”

“The hallway?” I asked.

“No,” he replied, rolling his eyes with a smile.

“Then, where’s ‘here’?” We both knew I was just playing around to get his reaction.

“Well, my love, here is where I back you up against this wall—just like this—and remind you who you belong to,” he said, low, deep, and growly. His voice dropped. “And who belongs to you. So completely and thoroughly that it absolutely wrecks me.”

Before I could protest—not that I wanted to—my shoulder blades bumped against the wall and Jason’s mouth was on mine. His arms released me long enough to shuck off his shirt and mine before they were around me again, hands feeling their way around my bare skin as mine did the same to him. I managed to find the buckle of his belt and undo it. He’d always struggled with my bra hooks so I let him suffer a little bit with trying to unhook them. Minor retribution for starting the argument.

“This is abrupt,” I whispered as his kisses trailed down my neck so he could peer over my shoulder, presumably.

“Is it?” He didn’t sound surprised by the statement whatsoever. “Maybe I’m just happy to get back to ‘us’ again.” His fingers slipped down my spine. I arched my back, pressing against him. He smirked. “And finally seeing that my babydoll has a bit of a rebel inside… well. I’m not gonna deny that it’s a bit of a turn-on.”

I giggled. “I’ll let it show more often, if this is what I get for it,” I teased.

“Mm. Gimme a second to figure out how to get the rest of your clothes off and you’ll get more.”

“I think it’ll do us both some good,” I said. “Get out some energy. Some tension.”

“Sounds fine to me.” He kissed my shoulder.

“Mmmmmm… me too,” I agreed.

#Maybe I Like Your Jealousy #Jason Todd #Jason Todd Imagine #Jason Todd FanFiction #red hood imagine #Red Hood #red hood fanfiction #BatFam #batfam imagine #batfam fanfiction #DC #dc imagine #dc fanfiction

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bludemons · 3 years

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Hi! Could I request a Emily x fem (she/her) reader blurb? Basically it takes the evernts from season 14 ep:7. After the case Emily and the reader go visit Andrew in the hospital and Andrew try’s to hit on Emily and the reader gets all jealous. Just major fluff! Ty:)

27 minutes of jealousy (Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Y/N is jealous and Emily surprises her (don't wanna give to much away)

Warnings: case talk (s14 e7), a bit of angst, jealousy, fluff

Word count: 1770

A/N: This was requested by an anon and I tried my best. I guess it's a bit longer than it's supposed to be and a lil bit different but I really hope that you like it anon and thank again for requesting

This case was a hometown one. A pair of brothers, which you and the team had already profiled, were on a manslaughter spree, harming people with a machete. Dave, Penelope, Tara, Luke and you were stuck in the bareau as Luke was still in desk duty after what happened previously and you because your girlfriend, also known as Emily Prentiss, the Unit Chief of the BAU, said that she didn't need you out in the field. But was that really the reason why you were stuck at the office?

You thought about that a lot even though you tried to focus on the case. Emily and another FBI agent, called Andrew Mendoza, delivered the profile and of course you and your colleagues watched it live. You couldn't take your eyes off of your girlfriend but you also noticed how dangerously close she was standing besides Andrew. His eyes looked over to her every now and then, basically just checking her out, which of course made you angry but you couldn't do anything about it.

But when Emily actually called Luke, Luke who was still on desk duty, while you definitely weren't, to go out in the field to investigate with Spencer and JJ, you couldn't control your anger anymore. You slammed the file you were currently holding onto the desk in the conference room which caused Tara and Dave to look at you. "I can't believe her. I actually can't. He's still on fucking desk duty and she calls him to go out in the field. What's her problem? Am I not good enough or does she not want me to see her and Mendoza together?", you said as you started to breathe faster and more exaggerated.

Tara stood up and carefully put her hand on your upper arm, in a manner to calm you down, which didn't help at all. "Why don't we two go and grab some coffee?", she suggested and you agreed, maybe a cup of coffee would help your nerves to calm down.

About 45 minutes later, when Luke was already back at the office, he and Tara were called to go back into the field, together with Emily, Matt and Andrew. You knew you were acting against Emily's orders when you decided to drive with Luke and Tara. And to say that your girlfriend wasn't pleased with the situation was an understatement, she was mad, like really mad. She ordered you to stay behind at the cars with some other officers and the medics. You weren't happy with that decision but you also knew that it wouldn't end well if you didn't follow her orders again.

You were talking to one of the officers when you heard the screams of students but you still didn't move and waited for your Unit Chief to give you the permission. You didn't hear her say anything until she checked in with everyone else, trying to figure out what happened and then your earpiece went silent again. A few minutes later you heard her call for medics and you didn't hesitate to run with them, you just needed to know that Emily was alright. As soon as you arrived you saw her talking with Tara but you didn't hesitate running into her arms, almost tackling her down to the ground. She steadied you both and put her arms around you while you kept repeating that she's okay.

But Emily only held you for a few seconds before she removed her arms and went over to Andrew who was already laying on a gurney, talking to him. She didn't even say a single word to you, just leaving you standing there and talking to someone she just met. After the medics told both, Andrew and Emily, that he needs to go to the hospital now, she went back to you. "C'mon let's go with them. I wanna see how he's doing and he wanted to talk to me", she said as she walked towards the car. You stood there, in total disbelief, looking at her before you started to love towards the car too.

You settled down on the passenger seat, watching the landscape pass by, not saying a single word. Emily noticed that something was wrong with you but she decided to talk about that when you were back home. The moment your girlfriend parked the car, you went out and straight into the hospital, keeping as much distance to her as possible. Emily was fast to walk after you, keeping her tracks close behind you. Andrew had already texted her in which room he was. She walked there straight and again, not saying a single word. You heard a quiet 'yes' after Emily knocked, she opened the door and you both walked into the room. Andrew laid in the bed, shirt open and with a bandage around his lower abdomen.

"Hey you, how are you holding up in here?", Emily asked him while you just stood beside her, awkwardly staring at your feet. You felt utterly uncomfortable because you felt the tension between the other two people in the room. "I'm okay, the meds are pretty strong", Andrew laughed as he carefully held this stomach. "Well that's good. When do you get out of here? Cause I think you owe me a drink since I saved your life", Emily laughed as well, but you froze beside her.

Did she really just say that? You weren't sure if you heard the right thing, but as soon as Andrew answered her, you knew you heard it right. "Oh yeah, of course. Maybe even more than just a drink, maybe dinner too", he spoke more to himself than to Emily. That was enough for you, you lifted your head, shot Emily a glare and left the room without a word, maybe closing the door a bit too loud.

You had this feeling the entire day and now you knew that you weren't overreacting. Maybe you really weren't enough for her. Maybe she wanted a man and not you in her life. And maybe that man way Andrew. You slid down one of the walls with your eyes closed, burying your head in your hands. You entirely drowned out your surroundings until you felt a hand on your shoulder. It made you look up at the person standing in front of you, being surprised when you saw your girlfriend.

"Wanna tell me what's up with you?", she asked as she bent down to be at the same height as you. "It's nothing, it's stupid", you whispered, your gaze shifting back to your feet. Emily's hand reached for your chin, softly lifting your head causing you to look at her. "Something's bothering you, I know that and I've noticed that for some time now and whatever it is I wanna make it better. Did I do something wrong?", Emily sat down beside you, her hand now on your knee.

"Do you wanna go out with him? Do you wanna be with him and not me?", your voice was so quiet that she had trouble understanding what you were saying, but she still did. "Of course not, how could you think that? Yes, I did think about going out on a drink but not without you. You're my girlfriend and the love of my life, so please tell me how you could think that I want to go out with him", her words were genuine, she said the truth. A few tears found their way down on your cheeks. "You…", you sighed, "you didn't want me in the field today, even called Luke out to investigate while he's still on desk duty. And you delivered the profile with Andrew while he was basically checking you out in front of the whole city. Plus you barely talked to me and when Matt arrested the unsub and I was clinging in your arms, glad that nothing happened to you, all you cared about was him."

Emily's eyes softened immediately."Baby", her voice was the softest it's been all day, "I didn't want you out in the field because I know how you are, you do everything to keep everyone safe except yourself, and there were two unsubs with machetes on the streets. I just didn't want you to get hurt. And I know that this is not a reason to keep you out of the field, I really do know that but I especially didn't want you to get hurt today." You were barely able to make out what her last sentence was saying but you still could. "Why today? What is so special about this day?", you asked her.

"Because…", it was her time to sigh, "because I wanted to make today, the temporary, best day of your life. Well, not only yours but mine too", she grinned slightly. "Emily, what are you talking about? I really don't get it", you looked at her, noticeably confused. She looked at you for a second before she roomed around in her bag, getting out a small box.

No, no, no, no, no. This couldn't be true. This couldn't be happening. You had closed your eyes but when your girlfriend asked you to open them, you did what she asked you to. You opened your eyes, looking into hers, not daring to look down to the box in her hand. "I planned something completely different, a bath, dinner and a long speech but I think I can pass that now", she laughed. "I thought about this for a while, well more than just a while now, and I was waiting for the perfect moment to ask you but I guess there will never be this specific moment. So I'm just gonna do it here, in a hospital, on the floor. But, Y/N, you're the love of my life, my soul mate, you're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to have a family with you. So I'm just gonna ask you now", she chuckled nervously, "do you wanna marry me? Do you wanna become another Mrs. Prentiss?"

You looked at her, tears brimming in your eyes again, finally looking down into her hands, seeing the most perfect ring you've ever seen. You looked back up to her, the tears falling down on your cheeks while you nodded. "Yes, yes, yes, of course I want to", you tried to keep your voice as quiet as possible, still sitting on the hospital floor. She grinned, placing a quick kiss onto your lips before she literally put the ring on your finger.

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galactic-magick · 3 years

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Life and Happiness: Logan x Reader

Summary: You’ve been really depressed lately and Logan helps comfort you in his own way. (sort of college AU?)

Words: 1100+

Warnings: Some angst, hurt/comfort, reader is kinda sassy, reader is also depressed (not su*cidal depressed though so no mention of that)

Author’s Notes: Got the idea for this while rewatching “Why Do We Get Out of Bed in the Morning,” basically a self therapy fic lol. I’m more likely to listen to Logan than I am to myself so why not put the words in his mouth? Also I’m thinking about opening Sanders Sides requests again after I finish my WandaVision requests so this is kinda a warm-up for that ig lol

Taglist: @luluwinchester @nerve-ous-love @zarieslayer @amayaisokay

“Are you alright?”

You look up to see a somewhat familiar face, or at least you think so. It’s a guy you’ve seen in one of your classes, the one always sitting at the front and wearing a tie as if it’s a special occasion. He seems nice enough, but you’ve never really talked to him.

His words bring you back to reality a bit, your attention moving from your thoughts to your surroundings. It’s dark, it’s late, and no one else is around except for you and him. You’re sitting on an uncomfortable bench with a bag of work you’ve barely touched, and honestly you’re not even sure if you had any intention to do it at all tonight.

“Oh...I’m fine,” you finally say, forcing a smile.

He shakes his head, “It’s not safe to be alone at night. Do you want me to walk you to your dorm?”

“I…” you sigh. “I don’t really want to go back there,”

“Roommate troubles? I understand that,” he laughs.

“No, it’s not that,” you fidget with your hands. “I guess I just feel like I don’t deserve to go get some rest right now, ya know?” you try to play the heavy statement off as a joke, but his face clearly molds to concern.

He sits down next to you, “Taking a break and sleeping aren’t things you earn, they’re necessities. Why don’t you think you deserve to rest?”

“Because I haven’t gotten anything done today, I guess, I don’t know,” you shrug, clenching your fists a bit to hold the tension in. “And I hate myself for it. I just…” you reach for your bag to pack it up. “Never mind, it doesn't matter. You probably don’t get that anyway, you seem like the kind of person that’s good at everything,”

He stops you, taking your bag and setting it aside, “That’s not true,”

“Really?” you exhale. “You don’t have to be modest, man. It’s just a fact,”

“No, that’s your opinion, actually,” he says. “There’s a big difference,”

“Fine, then my opinion is that everything’s probably come easy to you all your life and you don’t understand how I feel right now. Happy?”

“Actually, come to think of it, that’s an assumption, not an opinion,”

“Whatever,” you smirk, almost letting out a genuine laugh. “How about you tell me the facts then, Mr. Know-It-All,”

“My name is Logan,”

“Know-It-All refers to your last name,”

“My last name is Sanders, actually,”

You chuckle, “Alright, Logan Know-It-All Sanders. I’m Y/N,”

“Geez, you’re almost as bad as my roommate,” he huffs. “But pleased to meet you, Y/N,”

“Your roommate gives you nicknames?”

“At least eight times a day, yes,”

“Ah,” you nod. “Alright, I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was saying,” he emphasizes. “That your assumptions about me are completely untrue. I do enjoy learning, yes, but that doesn’t mean it comes easy to me. I have to work hard and study just like everyone else, and sometimes I fall short and fail. Many times, actually. I’m not ‘good at everything,’ I put effort and practice into the things I want to be good at, and eventually I get good at them,”

“Hmm,” your smile fades. “Still, you’re very naturally motivated to do all that. I’m just...not,”

“Why’s that?”

“I’’m only here because I have to be. If I don’t get some sort of higher education I have less of a chance of getting a good job, and I’d like to have at least a somewhat stable life. I gave up on my dreams a long time ago, I’m just trying to survive,” you don’t know why you’re venting to this guy you barely know, yet now that you’ve started you can’t stop. “But it’s not just that. Everything feels wrong, I feel empty, I feel nothing. School isn’t the only thing that brings me down, it’s just life in general. It’s like the weight of the world isn’t just on my shoulders, it’s actively pushing down on them, and it’s just a matter of time until I break,” your face falls to your hands, covering your watery eyes. He probably thinks you’re crazy or overreacting, you should’ve just let him walk you home and not bothered him with your problems.

“Is it happiness that’s left you, or living?” he asks.

You look at him, your voice croaking from holding everything in, “What?”

“You said you don’t feel anything and you’re just trying to survive. So which has truly left you, happiness or the figurative ‘feeling’ of living?”

“I’m...not sure,”

“The way I see it, we are never promised happiness. It’s never a guarantee, it’s not a right, it’s not something we can always count on. Emotions come and go, and just because it’s a positive one doesn’t change that. But living…” he grins. “Living is a gift. Just the fact that you’re here is amazing. You’re breathing, you’re you. It can be easy to forget that, but it’s true. Your life in and of itself has meaning, no matter what you choose to do with it. You may feel like you’re only surviving and working towards the bare minimum, but you’re alive. I guess that’s why I’ve never understood when people feel worthless if they’re not achieving their dreams and greatness and the like, just being alive and experiencing the world seems like enough to me,”

You stare blankly at him, not sure what to say.

“I really shouldn’t keep you any longer,” he checks his watch and hands you your bag. “How about that walk back now?”

You nod, getting up and walking in the direction of your dorm.

It’s a relatively silent stroll, nothing except your breathing and a few cricket chirps. Logan offers to carry your things, leaving you empty handed until you hit your destination. You appreciate the gesture, you just hope he’s not only doing it out of pity.

“I know you believe you don’t deserve it, but I really urge you to get some rest,” he turns to you at the doorway, handing you back your bag.

“I’ll try my best,” you nod with a smile. “Thank you, Logan. For everything,”

“Of course,” he smiles back, handing you a piece of paper as he leaves. “Let me know if you ever need anything,”

You look down to see his number scribbled on the paper, and he waves to you again before turning around the corner.

You never thought Logan Sanders would be the one bringing you comfort on a night like this, but here you are.

And you really hope he’ll do it again.

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connordavidscamera · 3 years

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Paint a Picture (Alt. Ending) | Connor Brashier

A/n: This was supposed to be a part 2, but after a lot of thinking, I realized that a part 2 wouldn’t be right. So here is what the ending was actually going to be in the first place. This is also very much for @mariamuses who wanted to start a petition for a part 2 😂

Read part 1 here

Warnings: well that would just give the ending away so… idk man (she still has a thing for his eyes, I don’t know what to tell you.

Word count: 1.2k

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I sigh and place the art sleeve next to the letter. Then I zip up my back and with one final look at my work, I turn to leave the studio, but just as I’m reaching the door, Shawn walks in - of course with Connor and Brian behind him.

“Hey! We came to see the final thing! I’m so excited! Are you leaving?” Shawn asks.

“Yeah, I don’t - I don’t really like to stay and watch people critique; it makes me nervous. But, it’s done. So if you have problems with it, you have my number. I promise I can come and fix it. Not a problem at all.”

We exchange our pleasantries and goodbyes that he makes me promise aren’t actual goodbyes while the guys go into the booth to look at the piano. When I see Connor pull the art sleeve off the music rack, my breathing picks up, so I tell Shawn very quickly that I have to go and I leave the studio without a glance back.

I rush to the elevator and curse to myself when it starts dinging at each floor, meaning it has already gone back down. I hear the click of a door just down the hall and I know it’s from Shawn’s studio, so now I’m slightly panicking. The doors finally open though and just as I step in when I hear that voice I haven’t heard in days.

It’s rushed and desperate, “Y/n?” he says, standing in front of me. His mouth is opening and closing like he wants to say something, but the elevator doors start to close and he quickly puts his hand out to stop them.

Then he’s rushing into the elevator with me and allowing the doors to shut behind him. He lets out a few deep breaths, from that I can tell he probably ran to catch up with me. “You can’t - you can’t just walk away like that.”

“Connor-”

“No, please. I know I was a complete dick. I know that. I overreacted. I just, I don’t know. Some part of me was - my ego, my ego was hurt. That’s what it was. And there was no reason for it, honestly.”

I shake my head, “I didn’t mean to make it a big deal. I simply wanted to know that we were on the same page, and it’s very clear that we weren’t. I didn’t think. I was being selfish.”

“No,” he reaches for my wrist and I can’t help but stare at where we’re now touching. “No, you weren’t. You were right. I was being selfish. I only thought about what I wanted, not what was going to make you comfortable. I knew it wouldn’t bother me what the guys said about if we suddenly showed up as more than friends. But it’s different for you. I understand that now. I never want to put you in a position that makes you uncomfortable. Not ever. So I am so sorry that I did. And I am so sorry for the way I reacted. You didn’t deserve any of that.” He lets out a deep breath when the elevator dings, signaling that we’ve reached the ground floor.

“You’re right. I didn’t,” I say, slipping out of the elevator, only for him to follow me.

“I want to make it up to you,” he says when we reach the door.

“There’s nothing to make up, Connor.”

“Yes there is. Please. Please, just -”

“Just what?”

He sighs and stops for a minute, collecting his thoughts I presume. “The way I acted was awful. I know that now and I knew that then. I had no reason to act that way, to get mad at you for simply asking what we were going to say. I should have listened to you instead of talking over you. I want to fix that. I want to work on that.”

“There’s no point in working on it. I’m done with the piano, there’s no reason for us to even interact anymore,” I say, even though it hurts me so much to hear it.

“There is a reason,” he nods. “There is. I like you. I like you so much, y/n, it’s unreal. And I want to be with you in any form you’ll have me. I just need a second chance. No,” he shakes his head. “I would genuinely be so grateful for a second chance to try and fix this if that’s something you would be interested in.”

I take in a deep breath, “I don’t know what I want. But I do know that I don’t like the way we ended things.”

He shakes his head, “No, no. I don’t either.”

“I think, if it’s something that we both want, then we could try again. But - you can’t freak out on me the next time I ask what we are.”

“I won’t. But, hopefully, next time you don’t have to ask. You’ll know.”

I nod once, “I would like that.”

“Yeah? Me too.”

I look up at him, like really look up at him for the first time in days and I don’t know how I couldn’t see it before. His beautiful green-blue eyes hold such sadness - they’re not sparkling in the way that I’m used to seeing them. I reach forward and caress the side of his face. He melts into my touch, taking hold of my wrist to keep me there. “Honey, where are those sparkly eyes, huh?”

“They’ll come back. Promise. Just have to keep looking at you, angel,” he says softly, his face growing hot.

I smile softly and shake my head, “You’re something else, Brashier.”

He chuckles and takes a step forward, resting his forehead against mine. “Y/n?”

“Hmm?” I hum, still running my thumb over his cheekbone.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” I nod against him.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?” he asks breathlessly.

I can’t help the giggle that bubbles out of me. “You’re asking me on a date.”

“Yeah,” his free hands rest gently on my hip and my skin burns underneath his fingertips. “You absolutely can say no. I just, I wanna make this right.”

“Well, I’ll have to think about it.”

Connor nods and pulls back, “Yeah, of course. Take your time.” He nods again. “I should actually get back up there,” he points behind him.

I laugh lightly at his flustered behavior. “Okay. I’ll text you?”

“I’d like that.”

“Okay. Good.” I turn around to walk out the door when I turn back. “Hey, Connor?”

“Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes, I’ll go on that date with you.”

His smile, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it so big. “Really?”

“Really.”

Before I know it, I’m back in his arms and his lips are covering mine and I can finally breathe again. I take him all in. He’s so close. So firm and real against me. I want to stay here forever, chasing his lips. Nothing sounds better than that. At least not until we pull away. His eyes are still closed, lips puckered into that ever so beautiful pout of his. But when they open again, I feel my heartbeat against my chest. I know I’m staring at him like an absolute idiot. A love sick puppy.

He looks at me, eyebrows furrowed. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

I reach up and run my finger over his lips. “Those pretty eyes are back.”

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sweethq · 4 years

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❝Stress and sleep deprivation have become the new normal to you, and has caused you to make a mistake that draws a wall between you and boyfriend Miya Osamu.❞

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* requested by: @avylee *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

𑁍 Pairing: Miya Osamu x reader

»»—Trigger warning(s): hospitalization, light swearing—-««

➶ Genre: angst with a happy ending

✎ Word count: 2.87k

-ˏˋ A/N: I really hope this turned out okay?? I wanted to get this out before the weekend since I’m not going to have stable wifi, so I hope it’s not too bad! ˊˎ-

The past few weeks have been some of the most physically, emotionally, and mentally draining weeks you have ever experienced. After long days at school and tending to the boys at volleyball practice, you want nothing more than to go home, take a shower, and hop in bed. On most days, the order of events doesn’t quite happen that way. After volleyball practice you head to the convenience store located a block away from your house, picking up three hour shifts each weekday in order to save money for your future that is approaching all too soon. By the time you arrive at home, you are far too drained to put any effort into completing homework that has been assigned throughout the week, subjecting you to save it for the weekend. Your schedule is as busy as it gets, some, including you, wonder how you still manage to also have time for a relationship.

Although you don’t get to see him as often as you’d like, Osamu is the one thing that keeps you going. The thought of being able to see him every day at volleyball practice never fails to bring a smile to your face, sometimes forgetting about all of the things in your life that have been bringing you stress. Becoming the manager of the Inarizaki volleyball club was the best decision you ever made. Not only did it allow you to meet Osamu, but also all of the other boys you’ve come to love and adore. They’re your family, and getting to see them every day is the only thing that you look forward to.

You clock out of work with a sigh of relief, thankful that the week is finally coming to an end. As you walk home you purposely take a wrong turn, deciding to stop by Osamu’s so you could see him. You had to skip volleyball practice today; one of your coworkers called in sick and they desperately needed someone to cover. As much as you didn’t want to work for longer than you already had to, you felt like you couldn’t leave them stranded. You don’t want to go a day without seeing your boyfriend, desperately needing to be in his arms just to keep your sanity. Your eyelids start to feel heavy on the walk to his place, but you force yourself to keep them open as you’re only a minute away.

As you approach the door you give it an eager knock, closing your eyes while waiting for Osamu to answer. The pain and uncomfort starts to ease the longer you stare at the back of your eyelids. Your tiredness is quickly engulfing you, your body unconsciously starting to sway as you begin to fall into a deep sleep. As you are on the brink of sleep, your body rocks backwards making you lose your balance. Before you could fall, you feel Osamu’s strong arm wrap around your waist and pull you into his chest.

You’re not even fazed, unaware of how close you were almost passing out right in front of his door. You just felt happy to be back in his embrace, something that has always brought you comfort. You loop your arms around his neck and nuzzle your face into the crook of it, eyes still glued shut. As you breathe in his scent, you can’t help but notice he smells like sandalwood instead of his usual mint. You don’t mind though, intrigued by the sudden change. You pull away from him slightly, peppering a couple of small kisses along the side of his neck.

“I missed you today,” you speak in a small voice, tiredness laced through your words.

You pull him into a deeper hug, now resting your chin on his shoulder. Your eyes open for the first time since you got there and are met with the gaze of Osamu standing in the doorway a few feet away. A smile creeps onto your face, never getting tired of the sight of him. A small sigh leaves your lips as you squeeze him into the hug a little tighter. Then it hits you.

Osamu is standing in front of you. He is not in your arms. He is not the one you are hugging.

Horror flashes in your eyes. You slowly turn your head to the side, eyes landing on brown roots that fade into golden locks.

Oh no.

You loosen your hold and take a couple of steps back. Atsumu is staring at you with wide eyes, not daring to move a muscle.

You glance behind him, eyes falling on your boyfriend whose demeanor holds so many different emotions. He turns away from the two of you and walks further into the house, entering his bedroom before slamming the door.

“Shit,” you mutter quietly while pushing past Atsumu, making your way to Osamu’s bedroom door which is now tightly shut and locked. You give the door a couple of gentle knocks, silently hoping that your actions didn’t cause too much of a problem. It was silent on the other side of the door, no indication that he was going to walk over and unlock it.

“Babe, please let me in,” you start, hands growing sweaty, “it’s all just a misunderstanding.” Silence.

“Osamu, don’t be like this. It was an accident. Let’s just forget it happened and move on, yeah?” The worry and anxiousness keeps building inside the longer he stays silent. Suddenly, you hear footsteps approaching the door before it swings open. You start to smile but it’s immediately wiped away when you see the anger presented on Osamu’s face.

“‘Don’t be like this’? Do you think I’m overreacting because I just saw you hug and kiss my brother?”

“I didn’t kiss him on the lips, it was just… on his neck.” You soon realized that your words are not helping you, but in fact making it worse. “Babe, I’m sorry. It was an accident, I swear! I just have so much going on and I haven’t been getting a lot of sleep and-”

“I really don’t want to hear your excuses,” Osamu stated, cutting you off mid-sentence.

“I’m not making excuses, I’m trying to give you an explanation.”

“Yeah, well I have a lot going on too, Y/N. I don’t get that much sleep either but you don’t see me going around and kissing other people because I mistook them for you,” he started, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Do you know how hard it is for me? I’ve lived my entire life standing in Atsumu’s shadow. Everything he did, he always did it better. He was always the one to get recognition for everything. I worked my ass off in both my academics and volleyball just to try and prove to, not only other people, but also myself that I am just as deserving as he is. The only thing that I have that Atsumu doesn’t is you. And now I’m not so sure that’s the case anymore.”

You could feel your heart shatter from his words. Not only was he sharing something that made him feel the most vulnerable, but he was starting to doubt if you still wanted to be with him. You take a step closer to him and reach to caress his face, slowly rubbing your thumb over his cheekbone.

“What are you talking about? Of course you have me, you’ve always had me. What you saw out there was a complete accident. I was just so tired that I didn’t even realize it wasn’t you. I’m really sorry, I promise it’ll never happen again.”

He stares deeply into your eyes, he can tell that your words are genuine, but something stops him from forgiving you.

He puts his hand over yours and removes it from his face.

“I just need some space. I think you should go,” he says while releasing his grip from your own. As he was closing the door he mumbled, “Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe,” before shutting the door and locking it once more.

You stare at the door before squatting down, holding your face in your hands. Please don’t tell me I just messed up the one good thing I have in my life.

The walk home felt long, and the rest of the night felt even longer. You had been eager to start the weekend, but now you couldn’t wait for it to be over. You have too much time alone, too much time with just you and your thoughts. You couldn’t even bother to do the homework that you had saved over the week. All you could think about was your fight with Osamu and how he hasn’t even tried to reach out to you since then.

The amount of sleep you got over your two days off was miniscule, even less than you got throughout the week. The nights were filled with mindless thinking and many many tears. You spent so much time thinking about Osamu that you didn’t even remember to eat your usual three meals a day.

The weekend came and went without a word spoken between the two of you. You’re now dreading going to volleyball practice, somewhere that always brought you so much joy. You don’t know how to face him, worried he’s just as upset as he was before.

You stand outside the gym doors, contemplating what you next move would be. Should I try and talk to him? Should I continue to give him space? Should I pretend like nothing happened? Ideas kept flowing through your head, none of them jumping out at you as the correct choice. You decide that it’s best to go in there and assess the environment first. Hopefully that will give you a little insight on what to do.

You grab the two carriers that held the boys’ full water bottles, barely managing to carry all the weight in your small hands. You start you way up the few stairs that lead to the gym, each step taking more and more energy out of you. You reach the last step with a sigh of relief, walking through the open doors and into the view of your boyfriend and the rest of the boys.

“Hey Y/N!” Aran smiles, everyone’s eyes turning towards you. The rest of the team greets you as you enter, with the exception of Osamu.

As you are about to greet them back, you start to feel uncontrollably dizzy. White stars begin to scatter your view as your vision begins to blur. You start to stumble over your feet, eventually tripping and collapsing onto the wood floor, landing almost fully on your shoulder. You hear sets of footsteps running towards you, but you can’t tell where they’re coming from. You see blurry figures hovering over you, one of them reaching out to hold your face in his palms. You can’t visually make out who he is, but you know it’s Osamu. They’re shouting at you, but all you hear is quiet mumbling that sounds like it's coming from the other side of the room. You try to muster the strength to say something, but your eyes flutter shut before you get the chance.

The next time you open your eyes you’re greeted with a heavy pain in your left shoulder and a light that is far too bright. You come to the conclusion that you’re in a hospital, but the events that led up to it are a little blurry.

You feel a warmth in your hand. You glance over to see Osamu sitting in a chair beside your bed, his hand in yours and the other being used to rest his head on, his elbow pressing into his knee for support. A mixture of guilt and comfort engulfed your emotions at the sight. You felt terrible that he was in this situation because of you; you wish he would’ve slept at home in his bed instead of in a sitting position in the most uncomfortable chair. Regardless, you couldn’t help but feel happy knowing that he stayed by your side throughout the night so you weren’t alone.

You reach out to him with your spare hand, brushing the gray strands of hair out of his face. Osamu wakes from his slumber at the feel of your finger grazing against his forehead, the tiredness in his eyes not dissipating. Once he sees that you’re awake, all the tiredness that he felt was suddenly gone. He hurriedly stands and takes a seat on the side of your hospital bed, making sure not to sit on you.

“Hey, baby. How you feeling?” You can sense the concern in his tone, his thumb mindlessly rubbing against the back of your hand.

“My shoulder hurts,” you reply with a small chuckle, “but other than that, I feel fine. I just want to go home and sleep in my own bed. This bed sucks ass.” Osamu laughs along with you, glad that you seem to be feeling a lot better than you were before.

“I’ll go get the doctor and see if we can leave.”

The process to leave the hospital took unnecessarily long. They kept handing you papers to sign and telling you to make sure you drink enough water and to not skip meals; two things you definitely didn’t do throughout the past few days. You’re just glad it’s over and that you’re on your way home with the person you care for the most.

When you and Osamu enter your house, he heads straight for the kitchen knowing that you’re probably in need for some food. He opens the fridge to see what he’s working with and notices that you have all of the ingredients to make your favorite dish. He quickly gets to work, hoping that the prep and cooking time wouldn’t take too long.

“Samu, you don’t have to make me anything. I know you must be tired from staying in the hospital overnight with me.”

“No, I want to. It's the least I can do since you were in that state because of me…” You frown when you hear those words escape his lips, not wanting him to feel guilty. You stand up from your seated position at the dining table and make your way towards him. You snake your arms around his waist and hold him against you, the side of your face pressing against his muscular back.

“Don’t say that, it’s not your fault. I was already going through a lot with school and work and volleyball that I just forgot to take care of myself. Please don’t blame yourself.”

Osamu turns to face you, your arms still tightly locked around his waist. He holds your face in both of his hands and looks at you with nothing but love and passion in his eyes, scanning all of your features. After being together for so long, he’s learned to memorize every part of your face: the way your eyes crinkle slightly when you smile, how your nose moves when you speak, how you slightly pout your lips when you’re frustrated. He retains all of these little quirks that you have, all the things that make him fall more and more in love with you. All he can think about is how incredibly happy he is that he has you, and relieved that his little episode didn’t break the two of you apart.

He pulls your head into his chest, one of his arms holding your upper back while the other is holding the nape of your neck.

“I’m sorry about our fight the other day. I know what you did wasn’t intentional, I shouldn’t have gotten so worked up about it. I’ll try harder so we never fight like that again, I really hate to see you sad, especially if it’s because of me.” He slightly pulls away from the hug so he can press a small kiss on your temple before bringing you back into the hug. “I love you, Y/N. No matter what problems we face, I’ll always love you.” He can feel your smile grow against his chest.

“Samu, that was so romantic. Since when did you get all soft?” You chuckle, pulling away from him. Your smile widens at the sight of your boyfriend in front of you. A pink hue dusts his cheeks and the tips of his ears, his flustered expression enough to make your stomach do flips.

“Whatever… Go sit down over there, you’re distracting me.” He replies while releasing his grip on you, turning back around to face the ingredients on the counter. As he tries to get back to preparing the food, he can still feel your presence behind him. He turns his head to face you, “I said to go sit-”

You grab his face with both hands and bring his lips to meet yours, cutting him off mid-sentence. You can feel him smile into the kiss which makes you return the gesture. The both of you pull away at the same time, placing a couple of more pecks onto his lips before resting your foreheads together.

“I love you too, Samu. I will until the day I die.”

───

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ranposlittle · 4 years

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Hello! I really liked your posessive chuuya scenario! 🙈 Is it alright if I request a NSFW scenario with a possesive Dazai and him being slightly rough and dirty talking while doing it? Maybe he gets a bit jealous when he saw someone checking reader out and making a move on reader not aware dazai is their bf? And if you're still comfortable writing it can you include some breeding kink please? (No daddy kink pls) thank you so much! 🥺💖

Genre: NSFW

Tags: Breeding kink, Dirty talking

A/N: Your wish is my command, anon! I researched for the dirty talking for this one and I used a lot of dialogue from a writing prompt I found on Pinterest and also, I listened to an audio. I hope my sinning was worth it and that you’ll find this satisfactory haha enjooooy~ (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑

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You never had a problem keeping your relationship with Dazai on the low. You never saw the point of parading it for everyone to see. The both of you agreed to just keep your private lives, well, private. Your dynamic is almost professional, your love life being completely separate from any other aspects of your life. You and he never even had an argument yet. No fights over what to have for dinner, whether someone forgot an anniversary and most of all, no fights over jealousy. It's like there is an unspoken agreement between the two of you that despite being together, you'll still keep your own personal freedom and frankly, you’re both satisfied with that.

A rhythmic knock on your door made you look up from your laptop and giddily run towards the door. Dazai stood outside, food in hand and a warm smile on his face. You stood on your tiptoes and greeted him with a kiss. Dazai's lips curled into a smirk as he made his way inside your room. You shared a few conversations about your day and lounged on the couch while watching a movie and finishing the food Dazai brought over. You were just done putting away the take-out boxes into the trash when slender arms slithered around your waist.

"Mmm, you smell so good," Dazai's smoky voice rumbled deep inside his chest as he nuzzled his face on your neck. "I've always loved the way you smell."

Dazai's hands gingerly moved down to your waist and settled on your hips. You sighed and leaned back against his toned form, your whole body relaxing on his touch. Dazai pulled you closer and pressed your butt against his crotch as he started to place tickling kisses on your neck. He's being a little bit more affectionate today and it made you wonder what's going on his mind.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He crooned on your ear, "I feel so lucky to have a goddess like you to love a mere mortal like me.” You giggled as Dazai playfully snuggled his face on your neck and give it a few tiny kisses. Wow, he’s really being sweet tonight. “Let me worship you, my goddess.”

With that, Dazai spun you around and intertwined his lips unto yours. His kiss was deep and sensual, like he tastes your lips for the first time. Your hands immediately reached up to tangle your fingers on his soft hair and you moaned as Dazai sucked ever so gently on your bottom lip before pulling away.

“Oh, what am I doing?” He sighed dramatically, “A gorgeous being like you should be delivered to an altar.” Dazai lifted you off of your feet with a grunt and carried you on his arms like a child. You squealed and laughed as Dazai walked into the bedroom, humming a tune of some sort; the playful scene almost reminding of you of some cheesy romcom movie.

He laid your body gently on the mattress and hovered above you shortly. Usually, your sexual encounters are hot and rough but you figured that perhaps he’s in the mood to switch things up a little bit and have a night of slow love-making, in which you don’t have any objections. It wasn’t long until Dazai’s lips crashed against yours once again but this time; a little bit hungrier. You arched your back and wrapped your arms around his neck as you crave for more of him. You pulled him closer, letting both of your tongues danced sloppily around each other’s mouth. Your mind started to drown on the feeling of desire just from Dazai’s passionate kiss, your moan of satisfaction vibrated on his lips as one of his hand started to fondle your breast. Dazai chuckled darkly on your sensitivity and proceeded to slide his hand under your shirt to pinch your hardened nipples. You cried wantonly as he rolled it between his fingers while languidly licking your exposed neck, goose bumps rising as Dazai’s hot breath fanned on your skin. His fingers trailed down from your breast, to your stomach and slipped beneath your underwear, the pad of Dazai’s index rubbing circles on your clit as soon as he felt the protruding nub of flesh. At this point, you are completely overtaken by Dazai’s actions that his low whisper on your ear didn’t register on your mind immediately.

“You’re being too friendly with that man, aren’t you?” He asked in a cool tone, “I don’t like you talking to them like that because you belong to me, right?”

“Dazai, what are you talking about?” You questioned him back, not knowing exactly what he’s asking you. However, instead of a response, he just bit harshly on a spot on the base of your neck, eliciting a gasp from you.

“I see the way they look at you, you know,” he said in a chuckle, “and I can’t stand it. You’re not allowed to wear that top anymore, alright? Your body is for my eyes only.”

Thoughts floated in your heavy head as you try to figure out what Dazai was referring to and somehow, through the haziness veiling your mind, you finally remembered how the top you chose for today’s outfit was a little bit low-hanging. You have to adjust it every now and then to prevent it from slipping down and revealing more of your cleavage. How did he know about that? Did he follow you to work?

“That’s right, I watched you today,” Dazai cut off your thoughts by answering your unspoken question, “I saw everything. I even saw how you let that man touch you. Should I teach him a lesson to not fucking touch what’s not his?”

You responded with a cry as Dazai plunged his finger inside you, pumping it in and out as soon as your walls wrapped up on him. Confusion enveloped you the more you try to make sense of the sudden change in his behavior. If he watched you today, is he talking about one of your co-workers? You’ll admit that you’re pretty close to a couple of male friends but whether they were hitting on you or not, you never really bothered to notice. Perhaps it’s because of the fact that you never really bring up your status with Dazai unless somebody asks, so it would make sense if people would just assume that you’re single. Your mouth opened to rebut his accusation but your words melted into a moan as Dazai inserted a second finger inside you and only with just a few pumps, he inserted a third one. Your muscles ached and burned as Dazai’s fingers stretched you up, your core getting warmer and growing more sensitive with the way he’s stirring you up inside.

“You’re mine to own, understand? Maybe if I branded you, other people wouldn’t be such a nuisance,” Dazai mumbled, his lips still on your neck and leaving dark purple marks on its wake.

“You’re overreacting, Dazai.” You whined, “There’s nothing going on.” You didn’t understand why he’s being like this all of a sudden when mingling with other people never really bothered him before.

“I’m overreacting?” He chortled, “Oh, sweetheart. If you only know how cruel I can truly be. If anything, I’m going easy on you.” Dazai smirked on your skin before resuming his assault on your abused neck with more power. Squelching noises bounced off of the walls of your bedroom as Dazai’s fingers diligently worked on your plumped muscles.

“I know you cover my bite marks,” Dazai licked the freshly added bruise on your neck, “so maybe I might just have to give you something more obvious; something that you can’t hide. How about I breed you? What do you say?”

Not being genuinely interested to hear your answer, Dazai pressed his thumb down on your clit and watched with dark eyes while you squirm and scream his name as he spread his fingers wider to stretch you even more. “Look at you being so needy. You’re my little brood, aren’t you? Your hole is just aching for my cock, isn’t it? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to fuck my cum into you and fill you up to your womb.”

Dazai’s vulgar declarations made you tighten around him and you whined as your mind argued with you on how wrong it is but the tingles rippling down your body became too overwhelmingly good to resist. Your pussy throbbed when Dazai violently removed his soaked fingers and shifted on the bed to tower over your limp body. You opened your heavy eyes to see him unbuttoning his shirt with a devilish smile on his face, causing a hitch on your already labored breathing. He didn’t bother to pull his pants all the way down before leaning down to position and rub his erection on your entrance.

“Look what you’ve done to me, my little brood,” he cooed, “I’ve practically cummed on my pants. I still have more to pump into you, though. So, be careful not to spill a single drop, okay?”

Dazai’s honeyed voice trembled as he roughly slammed his cock into you. The sweet burn that his length caused on your insides made you crumpled the sheets below you as you arched your back and your mouth flung open in a pleasured scream. It only took a millisecond before Dazai started ramming himself into you in a brutal pace you’ve never experienced with him before. It was deep and rough, air was knocked out of your lungs and you can almost feel the tip of his hard cock hit your stomach with each forceful blow he gives you. The bed creaked in time with your wobbling moans as Dazai penetrates you mercilessly, every push of his cock wiping out every kind of reasoning out of your head.

“Always so tight for me,” Dazai growled, “If you keep milking me like that, it won’t be too long until I get to flood your cunt. You want it that bad, huh? You want my seed that much, brood?”

The big change from being worshipped as a goddess to being addressed like a hen that’s being kept for his breeding made you felt so dirty and degraded but you’ll be lying to yourself if you say that it doesn’t arouse you immensely. Your fluids flowed out of you as you let Dazai use your body for his pleasure, his nails sinking on your hips as he angled himself to bury his cock into you as deep as he can.

Electric current of pleasure zapped on your nerve endings, the tension on your lower abdomen building up atop of each other. The rest of your limbs lay numb and weak against the mattress as every blood pumping out of your racing heart rushed to your pulsating core. Your walls convulsed under Dazai’s aggressive attacks but you wanted more, no matter how much your muscles started to sting.

“That’s it, my brood. Your little hole is just here for me, okay? You’re only mine,” Dazai’s voice became almost guttural despite his stable tone. “I want you to have the reminder every single second of the day that you’re mine. I’ll watch as your body change once I release my seed on your hungry little womb.”

You were only able to answer his lewd intentions by more moaning and screaming out his name over and over again in broken syllables. He pressed his body down against yours to lean closer to your face, making sure that you’ll hear his words loud and clear. “I will knock you up tonight and you’ll be mine forever. Just you and me. Forever.”

With that, Dazai lifted your legs up and hooked it on his shoulders. His thrusts became even rougher, the incredible impact of his pelvis shaking your whole body off of the bed. Your head hanged at the edge of the mattress and you grasped on Dazai’s forearms for support. He then took this opportunity to place more of his bruising kisses on your chest as proof that he was truly here. The pressure of his fingers on your hips increased along with his ongoing onslaught on your core and your eyes rolled back at the back of your head as your vision started to turn white and the built up pleasure on your stomach began to slowly unravel.

“That’s good, my brood, squeeze your pussy just like that,” Dazai growled upon feeling you clamp on him. “I will fill you up to the brim. I gotta make sure I’ll breed you properly, don’t I? That way, you’ll be marked by me from the inside, too. How wonderful is that, huh?”

The cheeriness of Dazai’s voice made you shiver and caused your walls to tense more around his cock which in return, made him groan and curse under his breath. Dazai’s hips started to buck erratically and his cock twitched as a warning for his impending climax. He pushed your legs further back, angled his pelvis and thrusts upwards, hitting that little spot above your walls that just made you lose your senses altogether.

“You turn me on with just how much you want to be bred,” he chuckled breathlessly, “I’ll give you what you want, my brood. I’ll claim you now so no one else would ever can.”

With a loud grunt, Dazai planted his cock somewhere deep inside your vagina and started a faster pace. The new sensation made you see stars exploding at the back of your eyelids and you once again screamed out his name as your own orgasm came rushing in while the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin thundered throughout the whole room. Dazai grabbed you by the throat and forced his tongue inside your mouth, kissing you fervently. You felt like your whole body caught a fever as sweat dripped down from your flushed skin and your face beet red from the intensity of Dazai’s actions.

“Here it comes, brood,” he said in sonorous voice, “Squeeze your dirty little pussy and take all of my cum. Don’t you dare let one drop of it go to waste. I want it all to go deep inside your pussy and keep it there until it made its way up to your womb, understand?”

“Y-yes,” you mindlessly answered. Whether it was for his question or just an expression on how good you’re feeling right now, it made Dazai chuckled in amusement.

“What a good little breeding tool you are,” he praised in a singsong manner before moaning out as he feels his fluids seeping out of his cock. “It’s coming out. I’m spilling it all out inside you- ugh!”

True to his words, Dazai buried his cock deep into you as spurts of hot cum covered your walls inside and like a domino effect, your own orgasm came in shortly. Dazai’s hard thrusts as he climaxed made the pressure on your abdomen snap and implode throughout your whole body. Breathing was forgotten for a moment as you ride your highs together, frozen in place and your body fluids mixing in.

Dazai collapsed on top of you; his cock still plunged in deep in your pussy and his ragged breathing being in tune with yours. You haven’t completely recovered from your strong release when you felt Dazai’s supple lips on your face. His kisses were back to being loving and gentle like he didn’t just made you a mess. Oh, the extreme duality of this man.

“Are you done being jealous?” You teased him through your heaving chest.

“I wasn’t jealous,” he replied as breathless as you are, “If you can still use your legs tomorrow, I’m not being jealous. Believe me.”

You scoffed and took a deep breath as your lungs started to settle in. You lied there with him for a few minutes, letting his body heat warm you up against the cold breeze of the night.

“I guess I never really cared until I saw you with that guy.” Dazai casually confessed. “Maybe I should thank him for making me realize how much I don’t want to lose you. But I swear, if he ever touches you again, I’ll cut off his arms.”

A laugh vibrated on your throat as his sudden possessiveness amused you to a degree and you thought that maybe you like him more like this instead of being an apathetic lover. Maybe you’ll wear the bright colorful marks he left all over your body with pride to ward off anyone who will think you’re not completely taken by this mystery of a man. Through your fleeting thoughts, you wondered if anything would really be formed from Dazai’s invidious act. Perhaps you’ll just have to find out some other time.

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