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mykinkyyandere · 1 year

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I See You (Chapter 1)

AO3

Pairings: Yandere/Dark! Sully Family X f!Reader

Summary: You know that after the Sully brothers found you, your life will never be the same again. A part of you want to forget about your past and start a new life with this obsessed family, but your past is not very happy about it. No matter where you run, your past hunts you down, and you are not sure if your new protective family can protect you from it.

Warnings: Only this chapter's pairings and warnings, yandere, obsession, possession, kidnapping, jealousy, overprotective, small sized/shaped reader, major (18/21) teen reader/Neteyam/Lo'ak

The pleasant sunlight reflected through the trees danced on Lo'ak's skin. When he smiled, you thought it made him even sincerer. Of course, it could also be due to the fact that he's been trying to approach you quite gently for the last half hour. Neteyam, on the other hand, remained in the shade and his serious face failed to give you warmth. He kept watching you and warning his brother from time to time.

Lo'ak tried to get your attention by waving the leaf in his hand. You were tiny. "Hey! Look what I have."

Neteyam rolled his eyes and hit Lo'ak's hand, causing him to drop it. "Stop it."

Yes, he's got your attention like he wanted but not with that big glowing leaf, with his tall blue body. You were obviously scared, he could tell based upon that shaky little body of yours.

"Hey-" Lo'ak protested him. Then he knelt down to be the same height as you, but of course he was still too tall. You looked into his big, sharp yellow eyes as if you were hypnotized. When he held out his hand to you, you leaned even more, like it was possible, into the tree behind you and made a timid sound.

Neteyam grabbed Lo'ak by the shoulder and warned him harshly. "What are you doing?"

He shook his brother's hand off his shoulder and turned his head to him with an annoyed expression. "And what are YOU doing, besides nothing?"

"I'm trying not to scare this human girl. We must wait for dad, he knows people better than us." But he still knelt down next to Lo'ak and tried to look less threatful. People could feel under pressure just because of their height.

"See, it wouldn't be bad if you listened to me sometimes." Lo'ak withdrew his smug gaze from him and turned it to you. You haven't said any word since they found you. When you tried to escape, they easily cut off your path and cornered you. You thought they were going to hurt you, kill you. But these two proved you wrong. They kept their curious gaze hovering over you and tried to communicate with you with various strange things, mostly the younger boy called Lo'ak did. Neteyam seemed like more cautious and quite.

"I'm Lo'ak. My name is Lo'ak." Maybe it was the tenth time he said his name. He was also using his hands so that you could understand him better. "Do you understand me?" He pointed himself, "Lo'ak."

"I don't think this is working. Look at her." He pointed with his head to your scared and confused face. "I guess she doesn't understand us."

"Or she can't talk." Lo'ak took a flower that he thought was beautiful and handed it to you.

"Perhaps both. She didn't try to talk to us either." Neteyam took his hand to his thoughtful face and tried to understand. "What is she doing here alone, it's very dangerous for her."

Lo'ak smiled when you timidly took the flower he handed to you. "Simple, she's lost. But we can take her with us. She'll be safe with us."

Neteyam didn't react to the idea of taking you with them. You thought he didn't want you and you were relieved by this possibility. "There must be others around. I'm sure she's with them, but why did they bring someone like... her?" This time he pointed your poor body which was clinged to a tree. Your small size aroused their curiosity, but while Lo'ak had fun with it, Neteyam was a little more... concerned. He made it clear that he certainly did not approve. "Look how small she is! Did they send her as bait?"

"Whatever the reason is, they're probably looking for her right now. Or... they left her for dead. What do you suggest?" You didn't hesitate this time when Lo'ak gave you another flower. He didn't need to hear his brother's consent. He rather asked him to make him say the obvious answer out loud.

"Of course we're taking her with us. Why do you think I asked dad to come here?"

You couldn't hide your nervousness when he mentioned that the possibilities of releasing you were unlikely from the very beginning. You dropped the flowers Lo'ak gave you and tried to run in the opposite direction. But before you could even take a real step, Neteyam easily grabbed you from where he was kneeling and put you in your place. "Okay, you definitely understand us."

When you tried to run away again, he grabbed you, and this time he didn't free you. As though it wasn't enough that your arm was stuck in his huge hand, Lo'ak also grabbed your other arm and together they forced you to sit down. You looked at them in despair.

"I think she didn't like the idea of coming with us." Lo'ak picked up the flowers you threw on the ground and wanted to give them to you again, but you struggled in despair and started crying.

"We won't hurt you. We want to protect you. See, dangerous place!" Neteyam assured you many times that they would not harm you, but you refused to listen to him and tried to get out of their hands as if your life depended on it. Your arms were hurting, and their rock-still grip hadn't loosened even for a moment. Their bright yellow eyes didn't help either. So intense, so alarming.

"I know how you feel. You feel like an outsider, just like me." When you finally got tired and stopped struggling, Lo'ak leaned to your face and tilted his head, trying to make eye contact. There was excitement in his eyes. "You think you don't belong, but- but believe me I've never felt I belonged either. We are the same."

It was hard to understand what this boy, who looked exactly like his brother, meant. Did he just really mean that he was as different as you? You had noticed his fingers and eyebrows were different, but you didn't think it was a big deal. People were different too, what was wrong with that? Or, was there discrimination among the Na'vi? Just like stupid people make fun of and humiliate those who are different from them.

"Bro, cut the nonsense." Neteyam shook his head and gave a deep breath. "Seriously, what the hell are you saying?"

"You could never understand. But she sees me. I know it." Lo'ak said, caressing your arm. He handed you the flowers again and waited for you to move your hand. Ignoring his brother's annoyed stare, he kept looking at you and smiled. "I know you see me."

When you looked at the flowers, you forgot for a while that they wanted to take you with them, or in other words, kidnap you. You didn't want to upset this excited boy who was waiting for you to take the flowers with the joy that he was finally not alone. A momentary warmth came over your heart. But only momentary.

"She is a human, we are Na'vi. Don't make this girl a victim for your own troubles." Neteyam freed you from his brother's hand and stood up. He hid you behind him. Lo'ak didn't take it as a defeat. He immediately got up and hissed at him. Neteyam didn't seem to be affected by this. When Lo'ak tried to hold you, he pushed him and hissed back in response.

"Just because you're the perfect little son, you think you have the right to claim her, don't you?" Lo'ak shouted, making you cling Neteyam's leg.

"You don't know what you're talking about. I'm responsible for this human girl now, just like I'm responsible for you. Listen to reason." He said calmly, as far as possible. He patted your head to soothe you. You were so overwhelmed by this arguing.

"What? You have everything I always long and you receive everything I always deserve. I won't let you to have her, too!" He came closer to take you but Neteyam put his forefinger up and pointed at his face. "Back off."

The tension between the two caused a strange silence. Lo'ak didn't back off and Neteyam didn't put his finger down. Nature also became silent, as if she felt this tension. You wondered if these two fiery brothers were going to fight. Maybe you could had the opportunity to run, but of course you were unlucky.

"What's going on here? Lo'ak?" Great, another nervous blue man. He was much, much taller and built. 'Their father', you thought. He looked directly at you. Your clinged form around Neteyam's leg made him smile. So it was you, the tiny, scared, helpless human girl his son was talking about. He probably wasn't prejudiced against you, since Neteyam said his father understands 'human' better. You saw his stern stare soften when he saw you. It was hard to guess how much he liked you. Because there was also a woman with him. A rather creepy Na'vi with a sharp and questioning gaze. You felt she wasn't pleased at all with your presence, and this made you cling even more tightly to the leg of the blue boy.

"I didn't do anything." Lo'ak muttered, bowing his head. It made him angry that their fight, which hadn't yet begun, had ended this way. "I wanted to give comfort to this girl."

"Sir, I overreacted to protect the girl. It's all my fault."

"Quiet!"

You jumped with the woman's sudden voice and gasped with fear. She came forward and approached you. There were different glints in her eyes. Hatred, fear, suspicion...

When Neteyam tried to separate you from his leg, you didn't want to leave. You felt like this woman's wild gaze was going to kill you right there. Unfortunately, Neteyam whispered that there was nothing to worry about and separated you from himself. You thought she was going to choke you. Maybe that's what she wanted, too. You didn't even realize that Neteyam, Lo'ak and their father were waiting to save you in case of a possible situation. Obviously, nature was also waiting. For some reason, she wanted you to live. Tiny creatures flew on you, flowers and wind almost danced around you, and even sounds that only Na'vi could hear were around. She closed her eyes and listened. She seemed peaceful, relaxed. Eywa said you were belong.

The mother bent down, opening one leg to the side, and fixed her curious eyes on your face. She was very close, and very tall. But she didn't look like she wanted to hurt you anymore. Her gaze turned to amazement, clearly she felt emotions that you couldn't make sense of. "You, come with us."

The woman straightened up without waiting for an answer or objection and walked from the direction she had come.

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skzooweemama · 4 months

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Y/n tickling the members to get what she (or they, whichever gender you write for!) wants??

I feel like tiny fics of that would be sososoo adorable😫

Ty but you can ignore this if you want!😅

yesss this is my fav kind of tk stuff 😈😈

tiny fics it is!

plz excuse how long i've been gone- life kinda took me through the ringer in the last two months...

but i'm back for now!! and i wanted to say thanks for 100 followers! y'all are the best!!

i hope you all had a happy holiday season!! enjoy!!

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Bang Chan:

chan was unaware that he was no longer alone until he felt a soft touch on his back that startled him so much he nearly screamed. he hadn't heard the door open while wearing his recording headphones, and now he was paying for it. whipping around in the chair, chan's racing heart was immediately calmed upon seeing you standing behind him. he sighed in relief as he pulled his headphones down to sit around his neck.

"jesus- you scared me..." chan groaned, rubbing his eyes.

"i'm sorry, channie. i didn't mean to startle you." you replied, smiling sheepishly. chan nodded, turning back to save what he was working on. "how's it going?"

chan hummed. "well, i can't get this chord progression right and the defaults on this program are pretty hard to change, so not too great..." he trailed off again, eyes focused on the audio files disguised as colorful bars on his monitor.

you nodded in understanding (even though chan's back was to you) and glanced at the clock on your phone. it was nearing 11pm and it was clear he wasn't gonna get much further without some sleep.

"do you maybe wanna call it a night?" you asked, your tone soft as your hands made their way to his shoulders. he holding a lot of tension there. again.

"is that why you're here?" chan shot back, causing you to roll your eyes.

"i'm just worried about you, baby. seriously, all you're doing right now is getting yourself worked up. wouldn't some sleep help?" you're still trying to be diplomatic, but here's your boyfriend, stubborn as always.

"you know how sleep is."

"alright, now you're just being difficult. c'mon, i made dinner." you say finally, going to grab his coat from the coat rack. of course, chan did not listen and is still typing away when you come back. "christopher bahng, let's go."

and yet again, he ignored you.

you groaned loudly and threw his coat down, now determined to get his butt up and out of this studio. for a moment, you play with the idea of giving him one last warning, but... it really has been too long since you've seen him laugh anyway.

“your funeral…” you mutter, reaching around the back of the chair to grab at chan’s sides.

“what are you- AH!!” he cried out as soon he felt your fingers on his ticklish skin and then broke off into his squeaky giggles. “wait!! nahaha!!”

“i’ll only stop if you agree to come home~" you singsonged, your fingers tickling anywhere you could reach as chan thrashed in his seat. you knew how ticklish he was, he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.

chan shook his head "no" for only a moment before he felt your fingers dig into his lowest ribs. "NAHAHA OKAY!!" he relented, giggling madly. you took your hands away as he caught his breath. "alright, lehet's... let's go home now."

you chuckled and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. "that's what i like to hear!"

Lee Know:

sometimes eating really took too much energy. it was a complete hassle, especially now. you were so close to finishing a giant assignment for university and you were completely locked in. of course, this is the moment your stomach decides to inform you that it is empty.

the hunger pains hit you like a truck, and you groaned as your train of thought was completely derailed. a glance at the time told you that you had been working for hours, which must've been the reason why you were feeling ravenous.

after much deliberation, you decided that you were at a decent stopping point on your assignment, especially seeing as it wasn't due for another couple days. time to go find some food.

the hallway was pitch black when you finally emerged from your office. it had become pretty stuffy in the time you were in there and you took a deep breath as you made your way to the kitchen. it was dark in there as well, and you assumed minho had probably gone to bed awhile ago.

no matter! you were perfectly capable of making yourself something to eat.

at least, that's what you thought before you ended up standing in the refrigerator light, staring down all the options before you. it was much too overwhelming for your tired brain to handle and you ended up standing there for much longer than intended.

arms snaking around your waist and a nose burying itself into your neck was enough to snap you out of your haze.

"what're you doing, jagi?" minho purred in your ear as you grasped at the arms around you.

you leaned back into him. "'m hungry..." you sighed, shutting your eyes briefly.

minho huffed out a small laugh. "yeah? you should eat something. staring at the food won't do anything."

you groaned and turned towards him, wrapping him in an embrace of your own. "i'm too tireddd..." you whined.

"awe, you're too tired? my poor baby." minho hummed, and you could practically feel him smiling against your shoulder.

"don't tease me." you said, smacking his back lightly. "you should be making me food, though. i worked really hard today. i deserve it."

"do you?" he fired back, tone lilting and even more teasing now that you were getting worked up.

"yes! will you? please?" you pulled away from the hug just slightly to give him your best puppy eyes.

minho hummed like he was thinking. "i dunno... i'm kind of tired too..."

"minnn!" you whined once again, squeezing him tightly. as you did, your fingers dug into his sides just slightly, causing him to jolt in your hold.

"yah! don't do that!" minho cried out, suddenly desperate to escape from you.

you laughed as you realized what had happened and dug into his sides once again. "do what? hm?" he bit back a squeal and pushed at your shoulders. "if it tickles so bad, make me food~" you cooed.

minho's blushing face and red were illuminated by the light of the fridge. he looked so cute, but of course he still had to be sassy. "starve." he choked out, still fighting his own laughter.

you raised an eyebrow. "oh? if you won't make me any food, i guess i'll have to look elsewhere." you shrugged and gave him a devilish smirk, before diving forward to begin to nibble at his sensitive neck.

"AHH!! NOHO!!" minho laughed, shoving at your harder now. you held him fast and giggled into his neck at his reactions, which brought out his snorting and made you giggle harder.

the two of you stood in the soft light of the refrigerator, you tickling and minho laughing and trying to fight you off, until he finally relented and agreed to make you some food. he huffed and puffed and called you annoying, but you knew he didn't mean it. it was his fault that he was so sensitive, after all.

Changbin:

it almost seemed like the clock was moving extra slow to taunt you. when changbin said he'd be at the gym for a while, you didn't realize he would be gone this long. it had been nearly 3 hours! you couldn't imagine what he was doing that took so long. stray kids did have a big comeback tour soon, but usually that meant they'd rest in the weeks before they left. surely chan wasn't encouraging changbin to work out this much.

just as you were about to send a text to check in on him, you heard the front door open. moments later, changbin came around the corner and into the dining room where you were sat, doing some work.

"hi baby! how was the gym?" you greeted, beaming at him.

your smile faltered a bit when you took in his appearance. he looked tired and worried, with his brow drawn up and a far-away look in his eyes. you also noticed his hair was damp with sweat, meaning he didn't shower at the gym like normal.

he offered you a small smile and came over to kiss your forehead softly. "it was alright, nothing special." he patted your shoulder and turned to head down the hall. "i'm going to take a shower."

changbin was gone for a quite a while, and in that time you made dinner for the both of you and waited patiently for him to come out. the shower eventually stopped, but instead of him coming to investigate the smell of food like he usually would, you heard the bedroom door shut. you decided to give him some space and ate alone. after another hour, you decided to bring the food to him, just in case he was really too tired to come eat.

"baby?" you called into the bedroom before opening up the door all the way. "i have food for you! do you-," you cut yourself off as your eyes adjusted to the dim light in the bedroom.

changbin was sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed, legs drawn up to his chest as tears streamed down his cheeks.

"oh my god." you whispered, quickly setting the food on the dresser and practically falling to the floor to take him into your arms. "bin, my baby, what's wrong?"

changbin leaned into your embrace and sniffled, choking back a sob. "the comeback- i don't look good enough- i can't-," he barely got the words out, but you understood immediately.

"oh bin, you're so beautiful and strong- you know all your fans admire you for it!" you cradled the back of his head as he leaned into you and kissed the side of his head. "i do too, of course i do... please don't think so negatively of yourself."

changbin nodded against your shoulder, hands fisted in the sweatshirt you were wearing. "i know, i know. 's hard sometimes."

you hummed in acknowledgement and moved so you could take his face in your hands. "it is, i have days like that too." you wiped at the tear stains on his puffy cheeks and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "but you help me out of them, yeah? so i'll help you too."

changbin nodded once again, flushing slightly at your actions. you giggled when he averted his gaze, trailing your hands down his neck and to his shoulders, and then to his chest. you gave him a teasing look and squeezed his pecs gently. he flushed a deeper shade of red, and bit his lip, swatting at your hands gently.

"you're so strong, my love. and so handsome. i can't help but feel you up~" you giggled, leaning forward to kiss his warm cheeks. changbin opened his mouth to say something, but instead a gasp came out when you ran your fingers over the ticklish spot on the side of his chest. "oh? are you feeling ticklish right now?"

changbin shook his head, intent on scrambling away from you. "bahaby, please!" he pleaded as you caught him in a bear hug.

once you had a good grip, you used your body weight to slow him down and dug into his weak spot with a fervor. changbin screamed immediately, throwing his head back and breaking into loud cackles right after. you laughed at his silly giggles and tickled him some more.

"do you promise to come to me next time you're feeling sad?" you asked once you thought he'd had enough.

"YEHES!!" changbin shrieked, still fighting you (but just barely). his face way flushed and more tears streaked his cheeks, but you knew these ones were good. you let him go, but not before drowning him in about a million kisses.

Hyunjin:

it had been about a year since you'd been able to go home to america, and honestly it was fine with you. sure, you missed your family and friends from back home, but you had made new friends here and met the love of your life. plus, your parents visited just last month. what was there to miss?

ah. that's right. american snacks.

korean snacks were good, but none of them were like what you had back home. none of them tasted like your childhood in the same way a good old bag of american cheetos did. sometimes you think you'd sell your body parts for just one taste of something overly processed from your home country.

when hyunjin ended up leaving for tour in the states, you knew this was your chance. while he was there, you sent him a list of snacks to bring back for you. and he did, arriving home about 9 weeks later with your goodies.

you tried your hardest to savor them, but unfortunately it was yet another good thing that was gone too soon. you were back to missing your snacks once again.

that was, until you came home one afternoon to see hyunjin with a collection of entirely new snacks.

"where did you get those?" you asked as soon as you laid eyes on the items.

"what, no hi first?" hyunjin snarked back at you, and you rolled your eyes.

"hi, baby." you said, not at all sarcastically. "where did you get those?"

hyunjin shrugged. "care package."

you looked at him dumbfounded. "from who?" as far as you knew, he had no american friends.

"your mom." he replied curtly, reaching to grab a small bag of oreo bites from the hoard.

"my mom?! and she didn't send anything for me?" you cried out dramatically, looking through the pile of packaging for any sign of a care package for you.

"it might've been addressed to me and you, but honestly i think i'll just keep it all to myself." hyunjin's voice was teasing, but his words made your blood boil. you leveled an icy glare at his stupidly handsome face.

"you better share." you growled, walking towards him slowly. he just shrugged and moved the pile closer to himself. "hwang hyunjin!"

hyunjin stuck his tongue out at you childishly. "make me~"

even though heat rose to your cheeks at his words, you still wanted those snacks. and maybe you wanted to humble your cheeky boyfriend just a little too.

"fine." you shrugged, giving hyunjin a devilish smile as you rounded the coffee table. you plopped down on the couch and tackled him onto his back, your hand immediately finding the familiar spot on his right side. hyunjin didn't put up much of a fight as you dug your fingers into the spot and burst into loud cackles. you cooed at him teasingly, moving so you caged him in beneath you. "aww, did someone wanna be tickled?"

"GAHAHA!! NOHOHO!!" he cried out, throwing his head back as more screams of mirth poured from his lips.

"no? are you sure? does that mean i can have some of the snacks?" you punctuated this question with a jab to his ribs on the left side, which had him gasping and reaching for your hands.

"WAHAHAIT!! AH- AHAHA!! PLEHEHEASE!!" hyunjin forced the words out between loud laughs, his hips bucking from beneath you. you leaned forward to see glistening trails of tears running down his cheeks. you didn't wanna kill him, so you let up on the attacks on his midsection in favor of scratching gently at his neck.

hyunjin was panting and squirming beneath you, soft giggles escaping him as he looked up at you with half-lidded, teary eyes. god, he was so attractive.

"so? are you done being a snack tyrant?" you asked, smiling down at him and dropping a kiss to his wet cheek.

hyunjin shivered when you accidentally scratched at the especially sensitive spot below his right ear, and nodded. "yehehes, yes i'm dohone!"

finally, you stopped your tickling and dropped a quick peck on his lips. "good! i've been craving cheetos like crazy." you chirped as you climbed off of him.

hyunjin sighed and watched you go searching through the pile. you were lucky he loved you so much. he didn't share snacks with just anyone after all.

Han:

"han jisung, i swear to everything that is good and holy, if you sing that song one more time, i'm going to freak out!"

"babyyyy! ed sheeran is so good! i can't help it!"

this had been an ongoing argument for most of the day. you just wanted some help decorating for christmas, and of course your wonderful boyfriend was more than willing to help. you expected a day of holiday music, a fire in the fire place, and maybe some hot cocoa. instead, jisung had officially ruined "shape of you" by ed sheeran (although, let's be honest, that song was pretty much ruined anyway). over and over and over again he sang the chorus. sometimes loud, sometimes soft, sometimes in english, and sometimes poorly translated in korean. he said he needed the practice for when they translated their own songs, but that seemed like an excuse.

regardless, you were at your wit's end and you just needed him to stop.

"my love, you know i adore your singing, but please pick a new song. there are so many nice christmas songs!" you said, rooting through box after box in search of your christmas tree star.

jisung was looking through a box of his own and sighed loudly at your words. "fineee. it's just stuck in my head!" you shot him a look. "...but i'll find something else to sing..." he grumbled in defeat.

"good. ah!" you reached into the box and pulled out the shiny gold star. "found it. wanna put it at the top of the tree for me, ji?" jisung immediately perked up and nodded, grabbing the star from you and quickly scaling the ladder you had set up next to the tree. you laughed and stood behind him, grasping his waist when he wobbled a bit as he reached to set the star on top. "be careful!" you scolded playfully, giving his waist a squeeze.

jisung nearly fell of the later again when he felt the squeeze, clasping his hands over yours as he buckled over with a yelp. you giggled and took your hands off him as he climbed down.

"sorry baby, i didn't mean to tickle you~" you cooed, kissing his reddening cheek. jisung pouted a bit at you, but when you moved to grab his hips again, he ran back to the boxes to find the lights and ornaments.

the two of you spent another hour decorating the tree without much more incident. the lights were sort of a pain to untangle after having been in storage, but eventually you had gotten them placed on the tree while jisung began to hang ornaments from the highest branches. after the lights were all plugged in, you went back to get some ornaments of your own. jisung was still stood on the ladder with his back turned to you when you heard a faint murmur.

"girl you know i want your love..." the sound just barely reached your ears, but it was enough to draw your attention.

"jisung. what was that?" you asked, crossing your arms. jisung made a coughing sound, glancing back at you briefly.

"um. nothing?" his words were unsure, and you knew he was being a little liar because of the blush sneaking up the back of his neck.

"oh really? did ed sheeran's ghost just invade our home then? because i was sure i heard someone singing shape of you again." you said, words teasing as you walked back over to where jisung stood on the ladder.

"yeah! yeah that must be it. i dunno what else it could be." he still wouldn't look at you.

"oh you don't? well i definitely do." with that, you reached up and started squeezing at his hips. jisung was just able to hang the last ornament in his grasp before he squealed and collapsed backwards. luckily he wasn't too far off the ground and you could catch him before he hurt himself.

you wrapped you arms around him, hands poised to attack his sensitive little waist. jisung craned his head back to look at you, his eyes wide and pleading.

"baby! please don't!! i'm sorry, i won't sing it again!" he whined, squirming in anticipation.

you gave him a look of faux sympathy before you dug right back into his flesh. the pinching, massaging, and scratching had jisung weak in the knees as loud laughter escaped him.

"GAHAHA!! NOHOHO!!" he shrieked, kicking out. you sure were glad that you were behind him now.

you giggled at his reactions and pressing ticklish kisses to the back of his neck, causing him to throw his head back and wack you in the nose.

immediately, you let him go with a cry of pain and cupped your throbbing nose. blood poured from your nostrils, covering your hands and face.

"oh no! oh no, baby, i'm so sorry-" jisung cried, pulling you into a tight hug, clearly not caring that he was wearing a white sweatshirt. when he pulled away, he took your face into his hands. "lemme see. i need to see if it's broken." after a trip to the bathroom to stem the bleeding and some poking and prodding, it was determined that nothing was broken. some cuddles on the couch healed your bruised ego, however, that was probably the last time you'd tickle your boyfriend for a while.

Felix:

"felixxx! you know i can't make them like you do... will you please help me?" you whined, throwing yourself dramatically on the bed.

you were on your period and absolutely fiending for some of your boyfriend's brownies. they were relatively simple to make, but you could never make them like felix did. and now he was outright refusing to make you any, instead playing games on his PC with seungmin. what were you supposed to do??

felix snorted out a laugh at your words but made no move to turn away from his game. he had been playing league of legends with seungmin since he got home from rehearsal. which was only like an hour ago, but still- didn't they get enough of each other already?

"are you even beating him?" you asked, now staring up at the ceiling.

felix let out an affirmative hum. "yep, he's losing. badly." he sounded way too smug.

you scoffed and sat back up. "yeah? i doubt it." you moved to stand beside his gaming chair and took a look at his monitor screen. it looked like felix was winning. "huh. surprising."

your boyfriend huffed at you and reached over to grab at your side.

"hey!" you cried out, jumping away from him and muttering, "jerk."

"watch it, i won't help you if you're mean to me."

you groaned, and sat back down on the foot of the bed. felix went back to his game and you watched him, praying he'd be done after this last round. the gentle clicking of his keyboard would be relaxing- if you weren't craving the brownies with every part of your being. no matter, you could be patient.

thankfully, by the time your patience had worn thin, felix was powering down his PC. you sat up, ready to go make the brownies and finally halt your craving in its tracks, when you were tackled back onto the bed. a head of blond hair started nuzzling into the crook of your neck, and the familiar tickling feeling make you jolt.

"gah! i thought we were gonna make brownies!" you cried out, making felix's chuckles reverberate through your body. in sharp contrast to your words, your hands just naturally slipped beneath his sweater and began to trace shapes on his back.

"'m tired." felix grumbled against your neck. you knew he was being a little shit to get you angry. you could practically feel him smirking.

"lix! please? can't we cuddle after?" you were getting more and more restless.

he made another noncommittal noise, so you decided to take matters into your own hands. literally.

"felix, if you don't get up and help me make brownies, i will tickle you within an inch of your life." as the threat left your mouth, you wrapped your arms tightly around his waist.

"i- what? GAH!"

you dug your fingers into his sides when you didn't hear an immediate "yes i'll help you", and felix immediately began to thrash on top of you, desperate to get away. but your hold was tight and you weren't budging until he gave you the answer you wanted.

"NAHAHA!! I'M SOHOHORRY PLEHEHEASE!!" felix screamed, barely able to speak through his laughter. he was so loud, especially since he was right by your ear. part of you hoped he learned his lesson soon, but the other, more sadistic part of you hoped you could tickle him until he passed out.

fortunately for felix, you did still want those brownies. you let up your attack just a bit so he could catch his breath and finally agree to help you out. he did, pulling away from you with a flushed face and frizzy hair, still giggling like a kid.

you smiled and smoothed his hair out, pressing a kiss to his lips before scooting off the bed. the rest of the evening was spent in the kitchen, felix teaching you how to perfect his recipe and you marveling at just how lucky you were.

Seungmin:

movie nights with all of the members of stray kids were your favorite, no contest. you always had so much fun when all nine of you gathered together to watch whatever film they voted on, either taking over one of the dorms or your apartment. in dating seungmin, you gained a whole friend group that you couldn't be more thankful for on top of a cute, caring, and funny boyfriend.

tonight, the movie was kill bill: volume 2 (you had watched the first one all together last week), and you all were wondering if the bride would actually kill bill this time. unfortunately, you never got the answer to that question because you ended up falling asleep only 30 minutes into the movie.

"hey," a soft voice roused you. "we're gonna head out, is seungmin okay staying here?"

you opened your eyes to make out the form of chan standing over you with a soft smile on his face. everyone else was standing by the door, and they waved "bye" when you looked over.

"yeah, yeah, no, he's fine. where is he-," as you went to sit up, you felt a weight on your lap and looked down to see seungmin fast asleep on your lap. chan giggled a bit at you, and you gave him a sheepish smile. "ah. yeah, he's fine."

"alright. let me know what you thought of the movie if you get a chance to finish it." he said, headed towards the door to join his members. you nodded and waved as they left.

after the front door shut, you rubbed your eyes and stretched, reaching for your phone on the coffee table beside you. the screen lit up and you saw that it was late. oh well, you had weekend off, as did seungmin.

your eyes moved to the boy sleeping in your lap. he was on his side facing you, his cheek squished against your thighs as he let out soft, hardly audible breaths. you smiled. he was pretty cute when he was asleep. he was cute all the time, but when he was sleeping he had the tendency to be significantly less annoying.

while you were perfectly content staying on the couch and allowing seungmin to use you as a pillow, your bladder had other ideas.

you really had to pee.

at first, you tried to move gently off of your lap, but either he was really heavy or you were really weak because he was not moving. no matter, you just had to wake him up. it wasn't ideal, especially because he gets grumpy after naps, but peeing yourself was not on your agenda tonight.

gently, you brushed his bangs away from his eyes and patted his cheek. "min? baby, i have to pee. why don't you go get some clothes to change into and i'll meet you in my bed?"

seungmin groaned, turning to bury his face further into your lap.

you sighed and ran your fingers through his hair. "can you move just a bit? please?" no response from the sleepy boy. "kim seungmin, i swear to god..." you muttered.

suddenly, an idea came to you. it was mean, but you had no choice if he wasn't going to move on his own. you moved your hand from his hair and rested it on the nape of his neck. seungmin didn't react, so you gently scratched at his skin.

he shifted and tried to pull away from your hand while still using your legs as a pillow. you felt him start to shake as he tried to bite back his giggles. he was awake, that brat.

"seungmin, i know you're awake~," you cooed, bringing your other hand to double the attack on his neck. "better move or this will get a whole lot worse."

seungmin rolled over just enough so that you could see the sleepy smile on his lips as he giggled. "nohoho!"

"no? alright, whatever you say." changing tactics, you reached down and began to massage his sides quickly. your boyfriend let out a yelp of surprise and tried to roll away, which only ended up with him on the ground.

you followed him as he went, tickling wherever you could reach when he landed on his front. once he was fully off of you, you squeezed his hips one more time, patted his butt, and got up to run to the bathroom. seungmin whined at you, promising revenge.

he wasn't actually gonna do anything to you, he was too tired. that is, until you turned around before you reached the hallway and stuck your tongue out at him. oh, you were in for it.

I.N:

as much as you loved your boyfriend, sometimes he sucked, especially when you wanted to cuddle. granted, you knew when you started dating him that he was not one for a lot of physical touch. in fact it was one of the first things you learned about him.

however, once you started dating him, you realized that you were his kyptonite. he didn't like cuddling unless he was cuddling you. he hated to admit it, but it was true.

it was friday and your week had been complete shit. with changes happening to the company you worked for, you had been at risk of getting laid off. you didn't, thankfully, but you did lose a few coworkers that you were close to and now you had to take on their workload as well. all in all, it was beyond stressful and you just needed some affection.

jeongin knew that. of course he did.

so why was he cleaning the kitchen instead of joining you on the couch?

"innie! please? i'm so lonely..." you called from the couch, slumped over dramatically.

"in a minute, jagi. i have to finish cleaning up." he said, glancing up at you with a smile that was just big enough for his dimples to peek out. god, he would be the death of you.

you looked away from him to avoid flustering yourself and crossed your arms over your chest. "yeah, whatever. dinner wasn't even that messy..."

jeongin chuckled at your words and went back to cleaning.

about ten minutes later, you decided the kitchen was clean enough. you pulled yourself from the couch and walked into the kitchen, pulling him into a back hug.

"are you getting restless?" he asked, his voice teasing.

"i miss you..." you mumbled into his back.

"missed me? where have i been that caused you to miss me?" at his words, you reached beneath his sweatshirt and tweaked his side. he let out an "ah!" and tried to pull away from your grip.

you giggled. "don't be a smartass. come cuddle."

"i will, i will. i just need to- AH! dohon't!!" you cut him off with his own giggles as you started squeezing his sides again. jeongin collapsed forward, leaning against the counter as you tickled him gently.

you weren't sure where you got the idea to do this, but it seemed to be encouraging him to listen for once.

at least, that was until he suddenly broke free from your grasp and began to run like his life depended on it.

"hey!" you cried out, following him down the hallway.

jeongin slipped into the bedroom and tried to shut it before you could get in, but you caught the door before it swung shut and tackled him onto the bed. you boyfriend started laughing in anticipation before you even touched him, which was so cute that you couldn't just let him go now.

though he was stronger than you, you managed to pin him in a way that allowed you one free hand to wreck every spot you could reach. you squeezed his sides, scratched his tummy, counted his ribs, and even dug into his armpits when he tried to push you away.

jeongin was thoroughly exhausted by the time you were done with him, red, tear-streaked face and all. he was practically boneless as you let him go, only moving to pull you into his chest and press a kiss to your hair.

finally, you got the cuddles you craved (and one slightly vengeful boyfriend), and your shitty week suddenly had a bright side.

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blingblong55 · 5 months

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False god- Vladimir Makarov

A/N: he's so weirded out by emotions he apologises this way?! my dudes I need a man like that, like yes apologise to me with money

Based on a request:

HERE ME OUT. The lack of attention my babygirl Makarov gets has me crying. But hear me out on my request. Let's say during one of Makarovs mission he came across a certain individual, and it caught Makarovs attention, Makarov told his me to gather information about the individual, after he got the information turns out that reader(the certain individual I'm talking about) has there own task force and is the commander of it. Turns out that reader is oddly similar to Makarov. To similar. And this caught his attention. To test reader he decided to purposely raid her base and make a trap seeing if they could see through it which they did. And it obviously angered them causing them to become enemies, until Makarov decided to try and be Allies with them considering he needs there help on a certain mission and there the right person for it (idk what trope this would be.. probably an enemies to frienenies+ with benifits let's say Makarov had a slight crush on them 🙏🙏match made in hell basically..)

---- F!Reader, romance? fluff? soft!makarov?, established!relationship ----

Secret kisses behind closed doors. His hand was on yours when the room was dark. You and him never meant to be together, at least not in front of others. He failed at two things, meeting you liking you and falling in love with you. Does he regret it, no, definitely not. It's been a while since you have wanted to let everyone know that he is the reason you smile like a fool and tonight, as you met up with him again, the conversation came up.

By the end of it, your eyes filled with tears. "But you have to listen-" "No." You hated how he had to have the last word in that but you'd let him, even if it meant to not voice your emotions for him. Soon later, he told you about some mission he did, his actions were wrong, and you knew that, so you called him out. A man like him will always deny such words and will not want to be confronted with the truth. That is when you two would clash. You were mad, of course, and he was too. So, you end up walking away. "Where are you going?" he follows behind. "I'm not going to entertain your shit-thinking tonight." You say without turning to him. Vladimir stops in his tracks and scoffs. "You're being a baby, R/N." Oh, that was it, no more contact, make him learn his lesson once and for all.

If he really wanted to be better for you like he said months ago, then this is prime time to prove that statement. But he won't do it, not so easily. Hours after the conversation, he went home, waiting for your call but it never came in. He grew worried. You always called him to let him know you were home and safe. Three days go by and he is already anxious and scared. His men watch over you, giving him updates which keep him steady. Day 9 comes by and he can't help but try and reach out...except he stops before dialing your number. No, he isn't weak, he can't be the first to say sorry, that is not who he is.

For fucks sake, he runs a group of strong soldiers, he is meant to be heartless...right? And if he is heartless then why does his heart ache anytime he thinks of you? Why does he get the urge to cry if you don't ever speak to him? God those lips of yours, that voice and the stare. He becomes a madman for you. You are a drug, one he needs to consume. So, for days he plans it all. He will talk to you, a speech he rehearsed which is nothing but the truth. The mirror knows that too. "Sorry...no...there has to be a better way through this," Makarov changed. He was confident in everything but without you there, what is he now?

A mess, this is what has become of him. Damn it, why do you feel so close and still be so far? Idiot, fucking idiot. His office, filled with plans now empty from a clean spree he made while trying to not think of you. He knows you are around, knows you are at base playing a card game with your friends.

Time passes and it is day 12. He hasn't been the same, why the fuck do you affect him like this.

"No, no..." you laugh and he nudges you. Gosh, look at this view. Your legs over his snuggled on the couch as a cheap romance comes on screen. Cliche, all of it but it even makes him excited to experience it. He looks over at you, this is perfect. Your angelic face is complimented by the shades of the screen. He cups your face, "Kiss me, please," Vladimir needs this more than you.

Fuck it. He knocks on your door. It's been 504 hours since he last held you in his arms. Kissed you, smiled because of you, laughed with you, made love to you. 504 hours of pure torture. Everyone at your base was asleep. His heart races as he awaits to see you. Your door opens and you stand there, confused. "Makarov?" Oh yes, say it again, say my name, he thinks.

In his hand, a bouquet of your favourite flowers mixed with money. "I'm an idiot, I know. And...I'm sorry for not apologising sooner, for not acknowledging you calling me out on something I know now was wrong, I'm sorry...I'm sorry for needing you, I'm sorry for crying...but I'm not sorry for loving you," his eyes filled with tears. Fuck does he love you.

You may ask, what made him so emotional? That picture he took of you and him on Christmas. That day, he knew he loved you, he knew that in his miserable life, you were the only and last good thing he could have. That morning, he received the best gift. The first genuine 'I love you' he ever got in his life. You knew then that he was the one. It's why you now have him in your room, kissing him and cuddling him because, for 504 hours, you too missed him.

"I love you, I love you.." Makarov repeated after every kiss he gave your body. You smile and repeat over and over, "I love you too."

And so it goes that the cruel Vladimir Makarov, held the hand of his beloved as they walked down the aisle. Mr. and Mrs. Makarov, what a risky love this will be.

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mioyeo · 1 year

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Watch your back: chapter 6

Once you don’t value what you have someone else learns how to take care of what used to be yours

Synopsis : 8 men supposed to give her all the love they promised end up leaving her behind without a valid reason

Pairing : girlfriend Reader x PolyAteez !

Warnings : this chapter contains mentions of, arguing with San , yelling , San blaming reader , lots of crying , Rin being exposed , assault , miscarriage , panic attacks , fake tears , etc Please reminding me if I forgot something

Tag list : @legbouk , @scarfac3 , @m4rsluv , @hcyaa , @jackinmyarea , @layzfeelit , @loverlele, @mulletjoonsupremacy , @veneziamadness , @belle643 , @gugggu6gvai , @atinytinaa , @voidcupidz , @atinyreads , @baguette-atiny , @parkthothwa8 , @hwadump , @owjohny , @miaatiny , @honeyymon

This series is going to be posted together with the Psychiatric series, which means one chapter after another

I decided that this series will be posted every Wednesdays from now on but I may also post chapters again even if it’s not on these days

Word count: 2,2k

" No , She's sleeping peacefully "

The boy looked at the girl that rested her cheek on his chest while clutching onto his shirt

' is she sleeping fine , did they give her the sleeping meds like yesterday ? '

" Yeah they had her take the pills before putting her to sleep so I've been laying down with her for a while now "

San brushed her hair back and he caressed her face softly while Seonghwa talked on the phone with him

' When are you coming home Rin has been impatiently waiting for you to return'

" You know that whenever we leave she's going to cry again and have these panic attacks "

He sighed and shook his head

' She just went trough so much San you need to understand that '

" At first I always felt bad but now it's getting too overwhelming , I can't barely leave without her starting to wail my name like a kid "

' Maybe she feels lonely that's all '

" I know , but this constant crying is tiring me out , I don't always want to hear cry whenever I walk in "

She stirred and clung tightly onto his shirt making him sigh

' I don't know why she does that, but try not to make her feel bad'

" Seonghwa, I'm literally the only one she's always shedding tears with at this point I don't think it's normal anymore "

He heard Seonghwa sigh on the other line, he himself couldn't understand what was bothering Y/n so much lately, the first week of her being at the hospital were calm since she pretty much just didn't talk or just slept in their embrace

" I need to leave in a minute anyways so I can take a bath and relax at home, look this bed is uncomfortable and I'm tired of being here you know how much I despise hospitals "

' Just stay a little more '

" No Seonghwa, I'm tired I have a life too I can't just stay the whole day here and doing nothing other than cuddle her "

Y/n opened her eyes slowly and her lips already started wobbling

" I need to hang up she woke up and it started again , yes you know what I mean bye "

He ended the call and looked at her as she sobbed quietly

" A-Am I holding you back from living your life right now San ? am I that much of a bother?"

She looked up to him with her teary eyes as he wiped the tears away and kissed her nose

" No baby listen-"

" I-I don't want you to always complain whenever you're here "

" What do you even mean "

He looked up at her with his brows furrowed as he detached himself off her so he could put on his shoes and jacket

" I hear how you always complain to the others about me whenever you stay here for some hours , I never asked you to do this other than stay with me especially because it was our child that I lost recently "

She wiped her face and sniffed as he looked at her with a scowl

" And you're only telling me that now ?! "

He yelled in disbelief making her flinch

" I didn't tell you that I missed my period because you didn't care and just brushed it off the last time we had a pregnancy scare "

The boy groaned and approached her

" Do you know what you just did ?! You prevented me from protecting my first child , my first joy and happiness as a father don't you feel ashamed of keeping something like this away from me ? all of us "

" This is not my fault that I got assaulted having it cost my child's life! "

" If you had told me we'd make sure you were doing fine always! "

He raised his voice as she sat there with tears unable to make them stop

" Do you know how much it hurts to know I lost my first child and everything a first time dad could do because you were so stupid to not close the door properly ? "

" I never left the damn door open! I don't know what they told you but it's not true "

" You're trying to deny it now ? , if it weren't for Rin that cared so much about you even though you're always mean to her and call ambulance you'd be dead from how beaten up you were "

She chuckled and starred at him in disbelief

" So it was her that fabricated all this madness of stories so she could look good "

" Don't try to blame her when she literally saved your ungrateful ass ! "

San approached Y/n and grabbed her shoulders forcefully as he shook her

" Why should I be grateful for someone who did this in the first place! She's the one you should blame for our child not making it "

She cried out pushing his hands away from her

" Your princess and her friends did this to me , you should be glad that I didn't sue her for attempted murder and tort ! "

" Stop blaming others for your own actions , you left the door open that's why someone came in and hurt you "

" Are you acting dumb or are you genuinely dumb Choi San ? , why would someone assault me for leaving my own house door open if that where the case ? This is the most unrealistic thing someone could ever tell "

" You know what's strange ?, the way you always despised her since day one now it makes sense you're just trying to get us to break up with her "

He chuckled and brushed his hair back as he looked at her in disappointment

" Why would I get along with someone that has been doing nothing but hurt me this whole time? , I've endured so much already I just can't hurt my discomfort anymore "

" It's not our fault we fell in love with her and you know that , that's just how humans are "

" I've been through thick and thin already and I think it's time for a change , I've had so many people willing to give me their love but I've always been so blindly stupid to realize that how you guys treat me is just not how someone should be treated in a relationship "

She slowly stood up and clutched her hospital gown while walking towards San who looked at her speechless

" I won't tell myself anymore that I am the issue every single day I wake up , I'm tired of shedding tears and feeling insecure about myself even though I shouldn't "

With tears she tried pushing him out towards the door but he grabbed her arms and made her look at him

" Do you think I'll just let you leave?"

" Stop trying to gaslight me with your sweet talk San , you know how much I don't like that now go just like how you wanted to a few minutes ago since I wail to much like a baby "

" You can't just drop these bomb news on me and expect me to leave "

" I don't care I'm to fed up right now to even make you believe me "

" How will I believe something without proof ? What do you want me to do ?! Go and beat up Rin until she tells something she didn't do ? "

The girl teared up and pushed him away from her once again

" I just told you that in despair for you just to believe me once in a life time maybe watch out because of how fake she is San ! "

" Stop talking about her like that , she's the most sweetest person I have ever seen and the most fragile one too she'd never be capable of beating someone like this "

He sighed loudly and looked around trying to calm himself, since he didn't want to yell again

" She had her two friends beat me up as she laughed and filme-"

" Enough ! Y/n stop making up things you don't even sound like you know what you're talking about at this point you're doing to much ,j-just stop ok ? I get it you don't like her the tiniest bit but just don't blame her for your mistakes , you're just saying anything at this point, I wish I could believe you baby I do but I can't seem to wrap my head around this "

" Fuck San what do you mean my mistakes?! Is me losing our baby my mistake? "

" I can't stand looking at you right now, I'll tell Seonghwa to come and stay with you "

San stared at her apologetic and left the room letting her cry to yourself

The girl sighed as the violent sharp pain rushed through her chest as she cried making her feel nauseous and hold on onto the bed rails

She was so tired of the whole situation , it made her question if she was really the one at fault , because if she didn't smash Rin's face into that damn cake she'd be at home now

Watching first time mom vlogs and secretly buying neutral baby clothes while building up the courage to tell San that she was expecting

But now everything was gone because she was stupid enough to let them provoke her

———

" How about we have dinner outside today "

Rin back hugged Jongho who was currently washing the dishes because Seonghwa went out to stay with Y/n

" We'll have to wait for San to come back home , and speaking of him it's been like three hours since he had to be home already "

" Maybe he needs sometime for himself? I mean he's been having it hard because of what happened to Y/n lately "

He sighed and nodded before drying his hands and smiling at her

" I'm thankful that you arrived home and called the ambulance on time "

The girl smiled nervously gulping

" I-I'm glad I found her , I was so scared "

" Everything is ok now don't worry "

She felt him hug and rub her back , it was to much she honestly cursed herself for even telling Yeongja and Iseul to deal with her

What would happen if the boys found out ? She be definitely done for

Her whole dream of being a model would literally shatter if Y/n decides to sue her , the boys could break up with her or kick her out

“ Ay is everything alright ? Ive been talking to you for about five minutes ”

Jongho looked at her concerned

“ A-Ah I’m sorry I’ve been thinking about Y/n and how much pain she must be in no- ”

The front door suddenly opened revealing a distressed San

“ Rin ! ”

He removed his shoes and stormed towards the kitchen to look inside

“ W-Why would you do that to her ? ”

“ What are you talking about San ”

Jongho asked confused as San approached them shaking

“ Rin and her friends assaulted Y/n making her loose our child that day ”

The younger immediately let go of her and frowned

“ San do you know how big this accusation is ?”

“ I just met Iseul outside her workplace and she told me , I just don’t understand why you would do that ”

Rin bit her inner cheek as the other guys started crowding the kitchen looking just as confused as Jongho was when San walked in

“ What is going on here , why is he yelling? ”

Mingi went closer and looked at San that was shedding tears of disappointment

“ Rin and her friends where the ones that did that to Y/n , because of whatever happened between them that day I lost my first child and even blamed it on her for allegedly leaving the door open even though she didn’t ! ”

“ Rin is what San is saying the truth? ”

They all stared at her waiting for an answer

“ I just got mad because she said that you will never love me like you love her , a-and I didn’t hit her it was Yeongja and Iseul who said they where going to deal with her for being rude , I never wanted them to do it ! I never wanted this to happen”

She stuttered and teared up

“ Still you should’ve told us and not lie ”

San hissed and left towards his room and slammed the door shut

“ What you did was really dangerous , what if she died that day from how intense you guys beat her to the point she also had a miscarriage? I’m so disappointed in you Rin ”

“ Yeosang I’m sorry ”

Wooyoung and Yunho left the room without saying anything further other than saying how disappointed they were

“ You’re glad Hongjoong and Seonghwa are not here because they would be so mad at you ”

Everyone else left leaving Mingi with the crying girl that didn’t even look at him

“ Look , it will take a while for San to even look at you but I’ll talk to the boys so they won’t tell Hwa and Joong about this , promise you will apologize to Y/n as soon as she’s discharged ”

“ I-I promise , do they hate me ? ”

“ No don’t worry about it I got this ”

He sighed and left , making Rin stop crying and muffle her screaming

“ Wait until I see you tomorrow Iseul "

Rin scoffed and stormed into her room angrily

Now that San was mad at her imagine how Seonghwa would react she didn’t even want to think about Hongjoong’s reaction

They would fry her alive if they found out

She frustratedly searched for her pack of cigarettes and opened her window after locking her door

“ I’ll just need to make Y/n shut up I can’t afford the agency bawling out on me ”

Blowing off the smoke in the air she tapped her feet angrily

One thing she was sure was that she never expected it to come to light this fast or how fast her friend would rat her out

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slaymitchabernathy · 23 days

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Escapism.

| this story is inspired by the song 'Escapism.' by RAYE |

“Thanks.”

That’s what she says to him when he offers her his cigarette without saying a word. She likes guys like him, quiet. There’s nothing quite worse than a man who can’t shut the fuck up.

Soarynn would know.

That’s why she’s standing outside of a bar on a rainy Saturday night with a complete stranger by her side. It could be worse. He could be ugly.

She met the man less than an hour ago but she’s gathered enough to know the type of man he is. And to her, that’s more important than the man he wants to be.

He’s tall. Tall and brooding, an excellent combination in her humble opinion. He’s well-kept and mannered which means he comes from money. That’s okay. She does too.

His fine-looking watch lets her know that he knows how to use that money. A stark comparison to the man who broke her heart last night. He’s got blonde hair. It’s more golden if anything. It suits him though, goes well with those pretty blue eyes he’s got. He’s handsome too. He knows it.

“No problem. Didn’t take you for a girl who smokes though,” he muses, watching her take a long drag of the cigarette. It’s one of the nicest ones she’s had, although Soarynn does her best to refrain from smoking, it makes your breath smell bad and she can’t have that. Soarynn lets out a breathy laugh and hands it back to him, “Don’t want you to take me for anything tonight if I’m being honest.”

He studies her. It scares her. Not in a bad way. Not in the “he might kill me in this back alley” way. But because heaven knows how long it’s been since someone has shown this type of interest in her. He hums, looking her up and down. She's glad she put some effort into her appearance tonight, in her little black dress and her high heels. Even in heels, this handsome stranger is still significantly taller than her.

"Well, is there a reason you're out on the town then?" He asks, giving her a curious look. Soarynn smiles up at him because it's cute. Cute how interested he is in her and she can't blame him, not when less than an hour ago she was teasing him on the dancefloor, her diamond bracelets practically dripping on him when she wrapped her arms around his neck. It's fun, she's having fun.

Soarynn sighs, carding her fingers through her soft blonde hair, remembering why she came out in the first place. "Let's get a drink first," she suggests and he nods, even holds the door open for her like a proper gentleman. They settle down at the bar and she orders two wines because she ought to get something out of this interaction tonight. And tonight she wants him. Wants to feel another human body on top of hers.

"So tell me why you're out here all by yourself," he presses, thanking the bartender who brings their drinks. Her wine and his bourbon. Soarynn bites her lip, isn't it bad manners to talk about your past relationship with a man you're trying to sleep with? But then again, she has nothing to lose. Not anymore. She takes a sip of her wine, savoring the taste before nodding.

"A little context if you care to listen," she starts and he leans forward until there's a good six inches between them. It's not flirty, and she definitely can't smell him right now, how he smells like roses. It's loud in this bar, that's why he's so close. At least that's what she tells herself.

"I found myself in a shit position, the man that I love sat me down last night and he told me that it's over."

The handsome stranger furrows his brows when hearing that and doesn't hesitate with the words that effortlessly leave his lips.

"Dumb decision."

Soarynn nods, glad someone else sees it that way. "Figured I could drown my sorrows in wine and champagne tonight, maybe even dance with someone," she says, sitting back in her chair and taking another sip of wine. His eyes travel up and down her long legs and she doesn't mind, he looks like the the type of man to appreciate the effort women put into their appearance.

"Well you danced with me," he points out. He's right. Soarynn remembers how his hands felt on her hips, how well they went together. Soarynn licks her lips, "I suppose I did." There's a moment of silence between the two of them, just drinking each other in. He leans forward again and opens his mouth but hesitates for a moment, "Go on," she encourages, her tongue becoming loose from the alcohol. He swallows, "Are you looking for someone to take you home tonight?"

Soarynn smirks. Men are so easy. But she wants easy. If she wanted difficult she'd go back to the man who broke her heart. "I'd be open to the idea," she purrs, watching him glance at the door before looking back at her, "I...I don't quite know what you're looking for in a man though," he admits, scratching the back of his neck. Soarynn tilts her head and considers what he just said. What does she want?

"I'm looking for a man who's on the same page."

That seems to hit home with him and he chuckles, "Then I can be your man for the night." That's all she needs, all she wants, one night. "Well then I think it's only fair that I know the name of the man whose company I'll be in for the rest of the night," she states matter-of-factly. The handsome stranger grins and takes a sip of his drink before replying, "Coriolanus Snow."

She raises her eyebrows, she's never heard of him before but he carries himself as if he's very important. "What do you do for work, Coriolanus Snow?" She asks, testing out his name on her tongue. He runs his fingers through his golden curls, "I'm interning as a Game Maker." Soarynn nods, seemingly impressed. She could never take part in that line of work, too brutal.

"And your name?" He asks, his bright blue eyes staring directly into her blue-gray ones. Soarynn feels a smile tugging on the corners of her mouth, "Soarynn Nightingale."

Coriolanus smiles too, "Well Soarynn Nightingale I hope you know what a stunning creature you are."

Soarynn can't stop herself from blushing. How long has it been since she's gotten a compliment like that? She finishes her glass of wine and looks at the next one before looking at the door. She knows she should finish it but she also desperately wants to get out of here and find out if Coriolanus is as good in bed as he is on the dancefloor.

He seems to notice her internal dilemma and places a hand on her knee, "Take your time darling, I'm not going anywhere." Oh, he's going to be fun. Soarynn giggles, the wine causing her to let down the elusive walls that she normally keeps up, "Okay Coriolanus Snow," she says, taking the full glass.

They talk for a while longer while she finishes her glass and finds out they both attended the Academy and both live on the Corso. She also finds out that Coriolanus is three years older than her. Good, she likes older men. When she finally finishes her glass Coriolanus pulls out his wallet and settles both their tabs, because he's such a gentleman. Soarynn allows him to lead her out of the bar, his hand on her lower back. It's not controlling or dominating, it's comforting. Comforting to know that he's right behind her and isn't going to leave her like she's been left before.

Soarynn can't even hide her surprise when a car pulls up to the curb and Coriolanus opens the back door for her, "You have a driver?" She asks while slipping into the leather-wrapped backseat. Coriolanus chuckles and slides in next to her, his hand instantly finding her bare thigh, "I do." She's properly intoxicated at this point and has no problem speaking her mind and it seems to amuse Coriolanus so she doesn't hold back with her teasing, "So you're really rich then huh? So rich that you don't even drive your own car." Coriolanus raises his eyebrows and gives her a smile, "Yes, so rich I don't drive my own car."

Soarynn rests her head on his shoulder and takes notice of how strong he is, "Are we going to yours or mine?" She doesn't really care but men tend to like making all the decisions and since he paid, she'll let him choose.

"My place," he says, and the car begins to pull away from the curb. Soarynn lets out a yawn, "Your place," she agrees before closing her eyes. A little cat nap never hurt anyone.

꧁ ꧂

"You like living in the penthouse?" She asks in between kisses, pinned up against the wall of Coriolanus Snow's impressive penthouse. She can't see much of it since it's dark but she's seen enough to know that he's too rich for his own good. She is too, but that's beside the point. Coriolanus squeezes her waist as he continues kissing her, "It has its perks." Soarynn smirks and runs her fingers through his soft curls, inhaling the sweet scent of roses. His whole penthouse smells like roses. She'll have to ask him why later. After he's fucked her.

Soarynn groans when he pulls away and lets him pull her through the grand hallways until they're bursting into his bedroom. It's dark and brooding just like him. Soarynn kicks off her heels and sits on the edge of the bed, tilting her head up as he leans down to kiss her again. His lips are so soft and he's quite the kisser. His hands fly to the back of her dress, a corset that proves to be a most daunting sight where men are concerned. But Coriolanus loosens it with practiced ease. Soarynn goes for his belt when she feels him tense and then she feels it.

The cold metal of his gun.

She didn't take him for a man who carries a gun on him, not when this is where he lives and when his job is relatively safe. But she doesn't linger on it and simply unbuckles his belt, deepening the kiss. Coriolanus pulls away and his hand goes to the weapon he's been concealing and he looks somewhat unsure of what to say, "I didn't mean to scare you," he starts but Soarynn shakes her head, "It's okay. We all have to protect ourselves," she tells him softly.

Just because he has a gun doesn't mean he's unsafe. But it leads her to wonder if the people he surrounds himself with are unsafe. Still, she doesn't let it linger and watches him place the gun on the bed before he goes to unbutton his shirt. "Are you part of some gang?" She asks, her curiosity getting the best of her. Coriolanus shakes his head with a small smile on his lips as he discards his shirt, revealing his sculpted abdomen, "No darling, I'm not part of a gang."

Well, that's a relief. It only leaves about five hundred possibilities as to why he has a gun but Soarynn doesn't press the subject and simply helps him when he goes to pull her dress off revealing a matching set of black lingerie. His eyes rove over her body and she can see his growing problem in his pants. "Why don't we take these off?" She asks sweetly, batting her eyes up at him.

Coriolanus swallows and nods, "Excellent idea."

Soarynn didn't doubt that he'd be carrying something to brag about with him down there but she was downright speechless when she got a good look at his cock straining in his boxers.

Coriolanus slips a finger under her chin, getting her to look up, "This old lover of yours, did he ever fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked?" Soarynn squeezes her thighs together and slowly shakes her head, "No," she whispers. But do men ever care about pleasing their partners?

Coriolanus seems to care a lot as he picks her up and slings her over his shoulder, getting Soarynn to let out a squeal as she kicks her feet, "He also never carried me around like a rag doll," she adds, giggling when he tosses her back onto the bed, this time near the headboard. Coriolanus smirks, "Well it's high time you find out what you've been missing." Soarynn's glad he's on the same page and allows herself to admire him while he crawls on top of her, his breath hot on her neck while he gives the skin soft kisses.

She threads her fingers through his curls, letting out a soft moan when he sucks a little harder. His hands grab her waist and goodness he's got big hands. All of him is big. His height, his frame, his cock.

She can't wait to feel his cock inside of her.

His hands travel down to her black lace panties and he's quick to tug them off of her and throw them to the floor. Coriolanus kisses his way down her body, taking his time to admire her. When he finally gets to her cunt he lets out a groan at the sight, "It seems you're gorgeous everywhere," he tells her. Soarynn sighs in anticipation and Coriolanus doesn't keep her waiting. He eats her out like a starved man, paying close attention to her clit once she lets out a high-pitched moan.

Soarynn's entire body shakes while he pleases her, she doesn't even know what to do, what to say. He's left her speechless. Coriolanus laps at her cunt, tasting all her juices while his arms keep her from bucking him off. "Oh, please," she gasps, feeling herself getting closer and closer to her first orgasm, "right there." Coriolanus only goes harder once he hears her begging and Soarynn can feel that wire inside of her getting ready to snap. It only takes one hard suk on her clit for him to finish her off. Soarynn cries out his name while she cums and Coriolanus continues to work her with his mouth through her orgasm, only pulling away when she goes limp.

Soarynn's chest rapidly rises and falls while she attempts to collect herself and catch her breath after that amazing moment. Coriolanus chuckles and presses a kiss to her inner thigh before he crawls back up to her, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. His teeth gently tug on her bottom lip and Soarynn can feel his evident boner through his white boxers, "It appears you have quite the problem," she notes, grinding her hips up against him. Coriolanus groans and grabs her hip, "Don't tease me, darling."

Soarynn smiles against his lips, "But it's so much fun."

He scoffs and reaches down to finally free his cock from his boxers and Soarynn hasn't seen a cock quite like his before. It's got this curve that she just knows it going to feel so fucking good and it does nothing to ease her eagerness. "Let me get a condom," he mumbles, reaching for his nightstand but Soarynn is quick to stop him by grabbing his arm, "No need, I have the implant." His eyes widen but he nods, "You're sure? I don't want to see some child of mine a year from now running around the Capitol streets."

Soarynn smiles and does her best to hide the slight pain that shoots through her chest because she's reminded then and there that this is a one-time thing. After this Coriolanus will want nothing to do with her and she'll go back to being heartbroken. That's fine, perfectly fine.

"I'm sure," she says, slightly moving her hips to encourage him to put it in already. Coriolanus catches on instantly and grabs his cock and guides it to her entrance, "Let's see if you feel as good as you taste," he whispers, slowly pushing in. They both groan at the intrusion. He feels so fucking good, stretching her out just the way she likes it. "Oh fuck," she whimpers when he bottoms out, the tip of his cock pressed against her sweet spot.

Coriolanus looks down at the sight of his cock buried in her cunt and lets out a deep sigh, "Never felt anything like you before," he tells her, slowly pulling out before slamming back in. Soarynn lets out a moan, her hands flying to his broad shoulders, "You can have it all," she tells him, her mind clouded with lust. That seems to open the floodgates because Coriolanus begins fucking into her at a hard and deep pace.

Soarynn's toes curl and she lets out a string of moans as he fucks her so good and deep, "Please," she whines, "please, please, please." Coriolanus grabs her waist and squeezes it tight, "You like it?" Soarynn tries to nod but even that's difficult with his cock so deep inside of her, "I love it," she says, her tone breathy. Coriolanus grunts and picks up the pace, "You look so perfect Soarynn. Such a perfect cunt, so pretty wrapped around me." His words do nothing to help the orgasm she feels creeping up on her and her eyes begin to roll back.

Coriolanus rests a hand on her lower abdomen, pressing down hard and it scrambles her brain and Soarynn can only let out pitiful noses, "There you go," he says, "give it all to me Soarynn, let me fuck you the way you should be fucked." Soarynn can feel her walls tightening around his cock and he swears, clearly feeling it too. Her nails are digging into his porcelain skin but he doesn't seem to care.

"I want you to cum for me Soarynn," he says, and it's more like a demand than anything, "cum for me and be my good girl Soarynn."

She's crying now from the overwhelming pleasure and can't think of doing anything else but her orgasm. He angles his hips and lands another thrust right against her sweet spot and Soarynn melts right then and there, her orgasm taking over her body.

All she can think about is Coriolanus. She's surrounded by him, can't get enough of him and he quickly reaches his own peak, his cum spilling into her cunt. Soarynn moans at the sensation, how good it feels even though he's a complete stranger. Coriolanus finally stills inside of her and catches his breath, his brow sweaty. Soarynn looks up at him and she expects the instant look of distance, the insulation that she leaves now that they're done but instead, she's met with a look of adoration. Something she's not too familiar with.

"You're so pretty," he mumbles, his hand coming up and gently tracing her jaw. Soarynn offers him a tired smile, "Thank you, thank you for everything." Coriolanus grins and presses a kiss to her forehead, "Of course, darling. I hope tonight provided you with that escape you were looking for."

Soarynn can feel her eyes getting heavy and she thinks she found it, that escape she was so desperate for as she falls asleep in Coriolanus Snow's bed.

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One month later

It's almost dark when she gets out of work. Soarynn wraps her coat tighter around her small frame as she hurries down the street. She got off of work late but that's no surprise. Fashion waits for no one.

All she wants to do is go home and soak in a nice warm bath, maybe watch a movie while she curls up with her cat. The Corso is only a few blocks away and while she normally doesn't mind a walk she wishes she wore better shoes today. The high heels sounded great at seven in the morning but not so much anymore. So Soarynn lets out a loud groan of frustration when the intersection she means to cross is under construction. "You'll have to go around miss," one of the workers tells her. Soarynn puts on a fake smile and nods, turning right back around with a now soured mood.

Walking around the block sounds less than desirable which is why Soarynn doesn't hesitate to cut through an alley that should land her on the other side of the block if her sense of direction is correct. She's halfway through when she hears voices.

Angry voices that belong to angry men.

She turns and looks back at the way she came but it seems so far now. She might as well keep forging ahead and pray no one notices her. One of the buildings on her right has a source of light coming from it and Soarynn can see several shadows, the owners of those voices no doubt. Soarynn keeps her head down, hoping to briskly walk by without any confrontation.

How naive of her.

She barely walks five steps before a low whistle cuts through the arguing and all conversation stops. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Soarynn glances to her right to see four men descending some steps, all wearing expensive-looking suits which further puzzles her as to why they'd pick on a girl like her. This is behavior she'd expect from lower-class men. "Out here all by yourself?" One of them asks, wearing a wicked grin as he gets closer to her. Soarynn instinctively backs up, "Don't touch me," she says, her voice cold. This pulls amused chuckles from all the men who shamelessly eye her up and down, "Feisty one huh? I like them feisty," the man says, taking another step towards her.

Soarynn scoffs and shoots him a nasty look, "You can fuck off." He's so close now, too close and Soarynn wishes for nothing more than to take off running but she knows she won't make it far. Not in heels. His friends get closer too, forming a circle around her. "I think my boss would be interested in you too," he drawls, reaching out to touch her face. Soarynn doesn't hesitate to bite his finger and he hisses and pulls his hand away, "You're a bitch huh?" He asks, his voice getting louder.

She can see his friends watching her carefully, their hands casually in their pockets, "I'm none of your fucking business," she snaps. This makes him narrow his eyes and he reaches into his coat, a moment later pulling out a gun and Soarynn's heart sinks.

The last time she laid eyes on a weapon she was with Coriolanus. But this isn't Coriolanus, this man isn't kind or funny or even handsome. And she hasn't seen Coriolanus since that night.

"You're gonna come with us or I'm gonna leave you out here with a bullet in between those pretty little eyes, understand?" He asks, pressing the barrel of the gun to her forehead. Soarynn nods because what else is there to do? He grabs her arm and she lets him pull her towards the tall brick building, his friends right behind them. She can hear them snickering about how their boss will love a little thing like her but she keeps her head down, trying to remain calm. She hopes they might simply take her purse but it seems they want to take something else instead.

She nearly trips going up the steps and the man's harsh grip on her does nothing to help. He pulls her into the building that seems to be a warehouse of some sort. Soarynn can't place the building in her mind but it doesn't seem to be important right now. "You keep your mouth shut," the man tells her, shooting her a stern look, "he doesn't like mouthy brats."

He knocks on a metal door and Soarynn braces herself for a horrible, old-looking man who likes to prey on young, innocent girls like herself. A muffled voice calls them in and the door creaks open as they walk in and Soarynn quickly scans the room for an exit. There's not even a window to try to climb out of. "Found you a little alley cat boss," the man proudly brags, pulling her forward. Soarynn scowls and finally looks up at the large mahogany desk in front of her and her eyes slowly travel up to the tall man standing behind it, his back turned to her. He seems to be pouring himself a drink from the bar cart behind him but her eyes widen at the color of his curls, the broadness of his shoulders.

She knows this man. Met this man. Talked to this man. Had sex with this man.

"Coriolanus," she whispers, her throat feeling so dry.

Her captor immediately lets go of her arm when she says his name and his eyes widen. The tall, broad man turns around at her whisper and Soarynn stares up into the blue eyes of Coriolanus Snow.

He looks surprised to see her, see her in his office with these men who work for him and bring him young girls they steal from off the streets. He shoots the group of men an angry look, "Out. Now." If she wasn't scared for her life then she'd think it was funny how quickly the men scampered out of the room, muttering apologies.

Coriolanus looks her up and down, taking in her petrified state, and pinches the bridge of his nose before he rounds the desk, stopping right in front of her. Soarynn can't bring herself to look him in the eye. He said he wasn't a part of a gang but she's starting to wonder what this is exactly. His hands reach out to take hers and she flinches, every kind memory of him washing away in her head.

Coriolanus doesn't let that stop him as he takes her small hands in his large ones, giving them a squeeze. Soarynn swallows and finally gains the courage to look up at him, this stranger who's clearly not who he said he was. She finds no trace of kindness in his eyes this time.

Finally, a small smile creeps across his face.

"Hello, darling."

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here is a weird little ramble about how weird and obsessive I am about this damn videogame.

You know that quote from Laguna at the beginning of disk 2 where he is like, "Oh, please let it be this room when I wake up! Please let me be in this puny bed when I wake up!"*?

I get that feeling sometimes. When you finally feel safe and happy and loved, it's hard to believe it will stay. Sometimes it's hard to believe I even deserve for it to stay. So I start and end each day with the fear of it all disappearing, and it's hard to hang on to gratefulness when you're doing that.

Right now I have so much joy and fun and creativity in my life. I spent so many years in a deep depression that I forgot I could be excited like this. I didn't know I could still feel so strongly about things. And while I spent a lot of 2023 seeing all of my mental health treatments/work paying off, I didn't feel truly whole until I rediscovered Final Fantasy VIII in July.

And my "puny bed" is just that - being engaged with Final Fantasy VIII. I get scared that one day I will be uninterested. But I never want to be unobsessed again.

I have loved Final Fantasy VIII at least since I was about 11, but I think I loved it since the first time I watched my brothers play the demo. It has been an important part of my life - playing the game influenced all my interests going forward; making fanfiction taught me how to write; going on forums to discuss the game helped me learn how to socialize online; and honestly I could go on.

But I've gone through cycles. I was very obsessed from 11 to 13, then someone made me a cake with the Griever necklace on it for my 16th birthday (WHICH WAS SO COOL) and all I could feel was embarrassment. My interest had gone completely dormant. It reemerged at 19 with the help of my Final Fantasy XIII roommate in college and went on long enough for us to go to see a Distant Worlds concert together, but faded again when she left for Amsterdam.

The first five years of my young professional life I am not sure I had any interests at all, being so busy and detached from myself, so Final Fantasy VIII was nowhere in my vocabularly. Which meant my wedding had not a drop of FFVIII in it. Even though my husband suggested it. Even though we learned how to dance for it, and could have done the waltz for the moon.

Strangely enough, about two days before the remaster dropped, I was inspired to look up FFVIII for some unknown reason. It was as if I felt the new opportunity to play in the force and when I found out a remaster was coming out, I absolutely had to play it.

And I did. And I enjoyed it. But that was when I started to fall down a dark spiral. The love was very quickly strangled.

When I was at my very worst, I kid you not, I could not even bring myself to think of FFVIII. I very clearly remember one December night in 2020 I spent manic in a psych ward, scared and uncomfortable and unable to fall asleep. I tried to focus on fanfiction ideas so I could maybe be relaxed enough to doze, instead of spending hours in the darkness wondering if my meds would ever work, if my heart was going to explode, if I would ever be "normal" again, while people opened my door at random intervals to shine a flashlight on my face. I tried to conjure Squall's face, or quotes from the game, and it all collapsed into nothingness.

And that was how it was. From then until mid-2023, FFVIII was shut away from me by the tomb of my own illness.

Then, I think it was March or April, my therapist and I were talking about ways to tackle my insomnia that didn't involve additional medication. It came up that I used to make "fake bedtime scenarios" about characters in this videogame I liked and that would not only help me fall asleep, but make me excited to go to bed.

"Why don't you play the game again?" She asked. I know I said "I can't" but I don't remember why. But it was enough to plant a seed (SeeD?).

As the spring continued, I started listening to the music from Final Fantasy VIII. Then I started going on the Reddit. I found this "State of the Arc" podcast that reviewed FFVIII. I listened to it on a roadtrip and, while I enjoyed it, I also found myself yelling at the dashboard because I disagreed with the hosts about something.

When I reached my destination, I found I could not fall asleep. I turned over a lot of things in my brain. I thought about Squall being a high-functioning depressed person with a lot of repressed feelings, like I once was. And how as your brain develops and you have issues like that, especially with CPTSD, it sometimes doesn't matter if your life is good now - the pain demands to be felt and the body remembers what you thought you forgot. And then I wondered, what if he was happy and with Rinoa after FFVIII but had a massive mental breakdown in his late 20s? And so, for the first time in three years, I could think about Final Fantasy VIII to fall asleep again.

After that, I was hooked again, and in a big way. I played the game again and found Reddit wasn't enough anymore. I may be even more obsessed with the game now than I ever was. So I joined Tumblr, and I guess you guys know the rest.

Since bringing this amazing videogame back into my life, I've been happier, more easy-going, and just... able to sit with myself. It makes me want to write, and draw, and sing, and play card games. I find that when my anxiety gets the best of me, I can shift to thinking about Final Fantasy VIII as a way of thought-stopping. And then I've met some amazing people on here that are so interesting and talented and supportive. I literally look forward to coming on Tumblr.

Today I was out and about a lot because I am with my in-laws and I am sort of on vacation. Because of that, I wasn't on Tumblr all day, and, more significantly, I didn't think/talk about Final Fantasy VIII. I mean, it wasn't completely absent from my day as I wore my "Compression of Time" tanktop and Squaket... but irrationally I feared I was somehow "not doing enough FFVIII" today.

And that is silly, of course. And I think in the big picture I am most afraid of being that disconnected and lost again. I could probably find joy in another fandom... maybe.

I just want to keep waking up here, in this cozy place that makes me feel connected and at home.

*btw in google this quote I found out Laguna is a brand of bed frame???

#Essay #personal essay #final fantasy viii #Little mental illness things

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rainyamidala · 2 years

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authors note : hii!! i was listening to my playlist and then hoax by Taylor Swift played. I couldn't help but think about what happened on Mustafa and decided to act out on it - in fan fiction. this MIGHT also count as part two ? also, i started writing this right after publishing my first story but never got around to finising it. I hope its alright!

might be some grammar errors, seeing as i am not american or an english day-to-day speaker!!

im also writing a story with Sam Monroe rn, hoping to have it done by friday. I'm hoping the gifs don't look odd, never used them before.

"I haven't seen him since he left."

Obi-Wan was desperate to know where Anakin was, but y/n didn't understand why. He had come here to ask her when the last time she saw him, and it didn't take much small talk before the questions came pouring like lemonade on a hot summer day in the middle of June.

"Do you know where he is right now?"

"No, I don't." but she desperately wanted to know, too. She knew he wasn't at Naboo - Obi-Wan wouldn't have asked for her help if he was. But if we are here to confess, she had gone to look for him there multiple times. But she never saw him again after he left.

"Please, y/n. I need your help." y/n walked over to the couch right by the duo. The same couch she and Ani had been sitting in only a couple of days before.

"he's in grave danger."

"from the sith?"

"From himself. He has turned to the dark side." Obi-Wan put his hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her while delivering these news. Not even she can bring him to his senses now, only Anakin himself can.

"you're wrong." y/n started, shaking her head.

"it cannot be, he would never."

"I know why he left, and i know you went to visit him before he did. you shouldn't have." Obi-Wan knew that Anakin had strong feelings and were attached. It was ultimately Obi-Wan's decision to send Anakin away to Naboo - but he had returned just a couple of days ago. The killings of the younglings were his fault - among the other things that had happened the last couple of hours / days. And Obi-Wan explained everything.

a couple of days later, y/n was on her way to mustafar. She'd gotten information from C-3PO that Anakin was enjoying his stay here. Said reason was because he needed some time alone - y/n also had to promise not to tell anyone, because he had promised Anakin that he wouldn't say anything to anyone. If he did, he would be destroyed.

Anakin needed time alone, so it might not be the best thing to bother him – but it had been 2 days since he'd been seen last.

On the way, y/n was stressed out. She was scared that everything Obi-Wan had said was true - that the true Anakin was lost and long gone. But at the same time, Anakin had been on edge every time y/n would do so much as mention Obi-Wan lately. Maybe they turned against each other? It can't be. There is no way. They are like father and son - though neither would admit to it, their love and loyalty to each other goes too deep to ever turn against each other. But why would Obi-Wan put out such rumours? Anakin killing younglings and turning to the dark side? Thats not the Anakin she knows .. That anyone knows.

Anakin saw y/n ship and ran over, happy to see her more than anything or anyone. He wanted to see her and he wanted to talk to her .. But after recent events, he cannot return to Coruscant. Not yet.

y/n saw Anakin, she opened the hatch before getting up. She ran out of the ship, leaving C-3PO inside.

The couple ran to each other, hugging as soon as they got close enough to do so. While in the hug, Anakin broke the short lived silence.

"I saw your ship. What are you doing here?"

"Obi-Wan told me terrible things.. You've turned to the dark side – killed younglings?" Y/n was out of breath, and that plus the huge lump in her throat made it hard to speak. It was almost like the lump was filled with tears and sorrow, waiting to burst any minute.

Speaking, Anakin couldn't look her in the eyes. Look in her face as he was forced to lie to her. He knew she would never be able to look at him the same - love him if she knew the truth. Because the truth is that he is trying to save her: cost what it may. If a few lives has to go lost in order for his love to have hers? So be it.

"He is trying to turn you against me."

"He cares about us, Anakin. He wouldn't-"

"Us?" Anakin barely let y/n finish speaking before he did. His voice was soft but also confused, in a way.

"He knows.. He has known ever since you returned. Anakin, he wants to help you."

He almost had to laugh. To detain the laugh, he had to smile. Let the laugh out in a different way than noise. He looked down and shook his head, but the smile was short lived. The thought of Obi-Wan wanting to 'help' him after what he did was almost laughable. The fact that y/n believed him *was* laughable.

"All I want is your love. So please, just-"

"Love won't save you, y/n. But I can. So please, just trust me." Their eyecontact was not to be broken. They looked each other right in the eye - doing so, y/n realised something was definitely off with him. Was he turning into someone else? Something else?

"You're a good person. Don't do this. I'm begging you."

"I won't lose you the way I lost my mother. I'm becoming more powerful than any Jedi has ever dreamed of. I'm doing it for you, to save your life."

Losing his mother was tough. It was always them against the world - and then he left to become something better. Bigger. But when he returned again, she was dying in his arms before he could do anything about it. A part of him joined the dark side right there and then when he killed them all. Men, women .. Children. He can see things before they happen and had had a repeating dream that y/n would be killed by a lightsaber - but never saw a face except hers. She was going to die if he didn't do something.

no matter the cost.

"No life is worth more lives. To be hurt is to be human, Ani. But I'm not going to die. Not now. So it you truly want to protect me - if you don't want to lose me: come away with me. Lets leave everything else behind while we still can." She was holding his face with her hands, trying to lure him with comfort. But it wasn't working. Anakin wasn't Anakin anymore.

"Don't you see it? We don't have to run away and hide anymore. I've brought peace to the Republic. I am more powerful than the chancellor. Together, you and I can rule the galaxy. Be together without worrying about what rules we are breaking."

hearing this, y/n backed away a few steps. Anakin was long gone, and Obi-wan was right. The lump of tears and sorrow was closer to breaking than it ever was before.

"Obi-Wan was right. You've changed - become something else." y/n furrowed her brows, face scrunching up as she attempted to battle the tears filling her eyes to the point where everything was a blur. It was like she needed glasses, but wasn't wearing them. A simple blink would make the tears overflow and quickly let go - and it was a matter of seconds before it would happen.

"I don't want to hear more about him. He turned against me - everyone did. I can't take you turning against me too." Even Anakin was on the verge of tears. Watching his one, true love hurt like this really got him some type of way.

"I don't know you anymore."

"I'm still me, my love."

"But you're breaking my heart." One or two tears ran a marathon down each one of y/n cheeks. It was getting hearder to talk now too. Harder the breathe. The lump had fractured but instead of dissolving? It just got bigger. Harder to swallow down and ignore.

"You are going down a path I cannot follow." She was taking sharp, needed breathes between sentences - staying backed off from the man in front of herself.

"Because of Obi-Wan?"

"Because of what you've done. What you plan to do. Stop. Stop this now and come back. It's not too late to come back."

While y/n was giving her speech, Anakin saw a figure moving behind her. He saw Obi-Wan.

"I love you." y/n didn't know what she could possibly say to bring Anakin back to her and to his real, good self. All she knew was her own feelings for him, which was pure and clean love. She was hoping reminding him of this could help, but it didn't.

"Liar!" Anakin yelled.

"You're with him. He's here to kill me and you brought him." Anakin was hurt, scared. But his true emotions didn't come through: didn't matter. The dark side had taken over his body and he had no choice but to obey. It was natural now.

Anakin brought up his hand, using the force to choke y/n as Obi-Wan came walking out of the ship. Y/n tried to say no - tried to explain how she didn't know Obi-Wan was on the ship and how she would never betray him like that. But it didn't matter. No words made sense and it was getting harder and harder to make a single sound. Imagine what its like breathing.

"Let her go, Anakin."

"Give me a reason." Anakin responded, seeing nothing but red.

"Let her go."

he did.

Anakin let her go.

Y/n fell onto the ground, unconscious.

Anakin quickly realized what he had done, but it didn't matter. He might be the most powerful sith out there, but he couldn't reverse time.

"You turned her against me."

anakin yelled, looking from her to Obi-Wan.

"You have done that all by yourself.

"You will not take her from me."

"Your anger, foolishness and lust for power has done that already. You have no one to blame but yourself."

a few days later, Anakin had fought Obi-Wan and lost. He wasn't dead but he was closer than ever. Until he was found and saved.

Obi-Wan had brought y/n away from mustafar, and they were now having a conversation about the events.

"He's a good person." y/n started, breaking the empty silence in the air.

"I know."

“His love was the only hoax I believed in,” she spit, redirecting her sadness into anger. How could he do what he did out of love?

"He loved you deeply, y/n. You must know that."

"He didn't do it for love. He did it for power, like you said."

"I said that when i was angry. Angry at myself for not seeing the signs that he was becoming something else. I needed to blame someone else than myself for only a minute, so I blamed Anakin."

"It has frozen my ground. I'm not able to move without seeing him everywhere. Even now, when you came - i thought and I hoped that it would be him." Obi-Wan, fighting his own despair, nodded sympathetically, grabbing hold of her hand for comfort.

"It's said he's alive, you know?" y/n said, before the silence was born once again.

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savoies · 2 years

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mad at you - anthony beauvillier.

summary: tito and y/n were friends with benefits but what happens when they realize that they want something more

no matter how hard they tried y/n kept on coming back to tito and tito kept on coming back to y/n

specified pronouns: she/her.

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mentions of sex, alcohol, maybe one bad word.

a/n: I wrote this with the help of my best friend last summer and after five rough drafts and one whole year later here we are. also I know a lot of people voted for tito on this one so here we finally have it. I don't want to talk about how long it took me to write because it was definitely one of the most challenging fics to write ever.

(*credit to gif owner*)

Here you were yet another fight between you and Tito. Probably over something stupid but fights between you guys seemed to be reacurring a lot these past few days. He was out on the hallway sitting on the stairs while you were pacing back and forth near the front door, both trying to calm yourselves down. Tito walked back inside ready to talk it out with you.

“Y/N look i'm sorry for whatever I said, but why can't you see that this is so much more than some casual hookup.” Tito spoke up. See that was the problem. To you it was just a hookup,or at least you pretended for it to be, because you were scared of it being something more. So your whole blowup sort of seemed reasonable, at least to you. You were done with this, he kept on going on for a while now on how your friends with benefits deal should be more but you thought that wouldn't be for the best due to certain circumstances. He was a professional hockey player and you were scared of what it would be like. People probably knowing every detail of your relationship and him being away quite a lot. Y/N was a sucker for romance. She wasn't scared of commitment but what if Tito didn't feel the same once they were actually in a relationship. Thinking that once the euphoria of the feeling of sex wore off he would feel difffent. But of course Tito didn't, he wanted this, he wanted something more with you.

“Anthony please, you don't know what you're saying.” Y/N exasperated as she pulled her hair.

“What do you mean I don't know what i'm saying, I'm fully capable of my words. I'm not drunk Y/N, we had one glass of wine two hours ago, just please listen to me.”

¨No, I'm sorry Tito, please just go.¨ the girl said, she didn't want to hear what they could be in some imaginary world of his.

~~~

After Y/N kicked out Tito she thought about his words quite a lot. Them repeating in her head everyday as she went to bed. Tito wasn't one to lie, especially about his feelings. Now they were avoiding each other neither one brave enough to send the come over text even though they both needed each other.

“Dude I don't even know why you got yourself in this situation” Mat told his best friend.

Since Tito had found out he was in love with Y/N he came to his best friend for support. Even though Mat wasn't much support just stating that Tito had dug himself into this hole so he had to get himself out. What a great best friend Tito thought.

Weeks later Tito finally broke the silence with a simple come over text. He had a stressful game and needed you. In many more ways than one. Y/N headed over with one thought in her head, We are simply gonna talk. And as she headed into Mat and Tito’s apartment complex she repeated that thought. Yet three hours later here she was laying in bed with the sheets wrapped around her body and Tito's arm around her waist. Great talking she thought. She looked over at the clock, a bright green 2:23am looking back at her. She decided it was better to head home instead of facing him in the morning.

~~~

13 hours later here she was standing in front of his apartment once again to simply talk. They didn't do much talking that day either. She moaned as his lips grazed her skin. Needing his touch. As they were both bare and their bodies collided together in unison.

Later that night after pulling apart Anthony spoke first “you want takeout?”

“Anthony, what are we doing?” Y/N rubbed her hands over her face.

“What are you talking about?” he asked.

“What are we, because all I see here is two people hooking up,” you said as both of you laid in bed.

“We are more than just a hookup and you know it.” Tito said as he pushed himself up with his elbows. “we fell in love along the way and you know it, please tell me do i mean nothing to you?”

“Don’t do this. don’t make this into something it’s not.” You said as you got out of bed and picked up your clothes.

“Don’t do this y/n please, you know it's something more.” Tito said as he grabbed your arm slightly.

“Yes! ok! Yes, you mean something and I hate it! I hate it that I think of you way too much! I hate that you're all that consumes my mind every night as I lay in bed because it's scary how much you mean to me” You told him, turning to face him.

~~~

You had gone out with your friends, to some club in the middle of New York City. And now here you stood outside in the cold with your arms wrapped around you, waiting for Tito to pick you up.

So now as you sat in the car with him you didn't expect the conversation you were going to have next.

“Look Y/N i want to be with you and I don't know why you're holding me back, why are you denying me.” Tito said as he drove through the lit up streets of New York City.

“Tito please, not right now, not today, can we just drive home in silence.” You said letting out a sigh.

“No Y/N we can't. You know why we can't, because I got out of my bed and drove across town to pick you up ok. So that is why we can't. Please just do me the favor of listening to me, maybe even talking if you want.” He said, knuckles clutching the steering wheel.

“What do you want me to say Tito. That I want you and that we should be together just so what we already have together can end.” You told him.

“Y/N see, that's the problem. You keep on talking about how if we get together what we have now will end but its not so are you just going to keep on doing this. Going to keep pushing me away like you always do with everything and everyone.” He said.

Now Y/N knew that she shouldn't have gotten mad at him. Maybe it had to do with all her insecurities and vulnerabilities coming out or even the slight alcohol in her system so of course she felt sort of like Tito was attacking her.

“Yes! I am gonna do that! And you know what? I'm gonna forget about you!” She said as she stepped out of her car and walked up to her apartment building. “Thanks for the ride.” She said as she closed the door.

“You don’t mean that.” Tito said, knowing that it was probably just the alcohol in her system.

“I do! so make it easier for yourself and stop coming around!” She said as she walked into her apartment building and Tito drove off after letting out a sigh and seeing the girl enter the building.

~~~

After that night Tito and Y/N haven't seen each other for a couple of months. Her burying herself in school and Tito with practice. None of them talking about what happened. Both of them busying themselves with friends and going out to hopefully forget about the other except it wasn't that easy. Or it wasn't going to be that easy as they drowned themselves with going out and with hooking up.

Tito had hooked up with some random girl and at night in the dark with alcohol in his system he didn't realize it but in the morning as he took in his surroundings he realized that it was your apartment building. Him exiting the apartment and seeing you laughing with your friends as you entered the elevator. And right there and then was when Tito realized that all this busying himself couldn't help with how much he missed you. How much he missed doing random stuff like takeout at midnight, or how much he missed you in between his sheets.

After that night, a few days later he stood here outside your door. Bringing himself to knock. You opening the door after three knocks. “I couldn't forget about you.” Tito said as he took in your appearance.

There he stood. The boy you tried to forget. Yet somehow you couldn't. Because no matter how hard you tried to forget him or stay mad at him you couldn't. All you wanted to do was be with him and after fighting it for so long, you couldn't longer do it. You wrapped your arms around him, his arms placed on the small of your back as you placed your hands on his face and leaned in. The kiss being real this time, being filled with so much need and passion, not just some hot and messy hookup kiss. In the end, you couldn't stay mad at him and he couldn't stay mad at you.

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armpirate · 1 year

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UNDER YOUR SKIN || JJK || Ch. 13

Pairings: tattoist!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, friends to lovers, tattoo au, virgin reader.

Summary: You were awful on anything related to flirting, guys and sex. He was the perfect ladies man. You wanted to get rid of your virginity. And he was there to help you with everything you needed. You didn't have the best start, but that didn't mean you wouldn't have the best of the endings.

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I walk around the place. Everything is dark, except for the moonlight coming through the windows, that's making each of the frames of those be visible on the floor right in front of me with their shadows.

I hear nothing but my heartbeat and my fast breathing as my eyes move around, fast and desperately, as if I were looking for something. I find a white door in the distance, and for some reason I start walking to it. Although I don't know what's behind me, I'm more scared of what could happen if I stayed here.

My hand almost reaches the knob...

I breathe heavily when my eyes suddenly open to meet the familiar and cozy darkness in my room. It wasn't a rough nightmare, but it was creepy enough to have me trembling with a light pressure in my chest. Was I holding my breathing?

I slip my body under the sheets, sitting up in bed while I try to get used to my small room again. After that dream, a strange feeling filled my body. And it's weird, considering I've never been scared of darkness -I kind of used to enjoy it when I was little. But tonight... I feel forced to hug my own legs, and my eyes shake while looking everywhere in the room, trying to find something somewhere.

Before I'm able to stop myself and think, my hand slips down the sheets to my phone and clicks on the first name that appears on my contact list. One tone, two tones... I'm about to hang up and leave it all alone, but his voice stops me.

—Yeah? —Jungkook asks with a raspy voice.

I try to think fast. I could either hang up or come up with whatever excuse as to why I'm calling him this late. I can't tell him I only woke him up because I had a nightmare, and talking to someone -and that someone happens to be him- will make me feel a bit at ease and not that lonely and vulnerable here.

Think fast.

—What's the penalty if one of us doesn't carry out their part of the deal? —I ask fast.

You're so dumb, y/n.

—Are you fucking serious? —he sighs hard— It's 4 am, what's your fucking problem?

—We never mentioned what could happen —I try to sound as convincing as possible—. And it's already been a week.

He sighs again, and I hear him moving under the covers before he clicks his tongue and starts speaking again.

—Is this an excuse to make sure I didn't take anyone home after leaving your house? —his tone sounds funny, playful.

I can almost picture him with that signature smirk right now.

—No —I rush to answer—. Listen...

—I'm a man who can keep a promise —he continues—. But I can tell you what I did after getting home...

—That's not what I called for —I reply back.

Jungkook stays silent for a few seconds. And my fucking god, don't they feel like hours until he starts talking again.

—I didn't think of anything because we are both grown ups. The moment one of us wants to walk away, it'll be okay —his soft voice says—. Why? Do you want to write down some penalties?

—No.

I hear his giggles before he starts speaking again.

—Why are you awake so late, huh?

—I couldn't sleep —I lie.

—So, since you couldn't sleep, you decided to wake me up —he sighs—. Cocktease, I thought we said we would wave a white flag. It's the first rule.

Silence. That's all I'm able to do after he says that. I don't even know why I called him so late into the night, and why I didn't hang up as soon as he answered the phone. And that actually makes me wonder if he's the person I've grown closer to without realizing, after swearing for my life I couldn't stand his ass.

—Do you have plans for tomorrow?

—No.

I don't, except for working as I do six days per week.

—Want to hang out? I'll drive you to work after.

After I agree to it, he doesn't really say what we will do. He only says he'll pick me up at ten in the morning, and he'll come up with something then.

Silence is about to surround us, but he avoids it from happening when he starts speaking again. He keeps saying I'll need to make up for waking him up so late, and how now he won't be able to sleep again. The conversation goes from me saying I'll invite him to a bottle of beer to Jungkook telling me how once he woke up with his eyebrow pierced, after having too many beers in his graduation party.

The conversation flows so naturally, it's a bit weird. I let my guard down, and let him know I've never gotten drunk, which leads to him gasping dramatically. My eyelids start feeling heavy the moment I lay my head on the pillow, while I keep hearing him joke how he needs to see me drunk at least once in a lifetime.

And that's all I remember before everything goes black.

✸ ✸ ✸

When Jungkook picked me up earlier today, I really thought we'd have a chill hang out, where we'd be able to start hanging out as friends. But he takes me by surprise when he says: "Pick a guy and go flirt with him". My heart races against my chest just at the thought of reaching out to a stranger, and talking to him as if I knew him from before.

—No, you pick him up.

Jungkook smiles with joy, finding it funny I'm unable to even choose the guy I'll try to flirt with. His eyes travel across the room, and takes his time before he picks a guy that's seating by himself at one of the individual tables that aren't too far from us. He points at the brunette boy with glasses, that's scrolling through his phone. I sigh, thinking Jungkook will be nice and take back that idea, but he only smiles while sticking his lips together, and making the mole on his lower lip be totally visible, as if it were a second lip piercing.

I try to fill my thoughts with "You will never see him again" "Just see how it goes" "You could always go back to your table". When I'm aware, I'm halfway, only a few steps away from that table. But I panic, all my courage leaves my body and I only feel like hiding away behind Jungkook's back as soon as I get back to my table. When I turn on my steps to do exactly that, my "companion?" moves his hands in the air and pushes me to turn on my feet again back to the guy concentrated on his phone.

Everything happens way too fast. I tap on this guy's shoulder, forcing him to look at me who's towering over him in an intimidating position. I'm convinced I'm invading his personal space, even if I'm standing two steps away from his body. He's looking at me confused, instantly closing his phone before his whole body turns to me.

—Um... —I start— Do you... Can I?... —I sigh again, and let my mouth work faster than my brain—. Do you have a tissue? Those napkins irritate my skin.

I point to the napkin metallic box that's on the edge of his table. The guy says a low "No" and smiles friendly, before going back to his phone. I stand there, only for a few seconds when I realize what's just happened and how dumb I am. Probably this guy is even younger than me, but for some reason I feel like I'm an immature 5 year old compared to him.

I move back on my tracks, reaching the shared table and being welcomed by a grimaced Jungkook.

—It could've been worse —he tries to comfort me.

I refrain from replying back to that comment, and focus on my drink and the drops that are covering the glass that was an opaque white, due to coldness, before I left the table minutes ago.

A tap on the table, on a spot near where my arm is resting, gets my attention.

—I'll give you a demonstration. Pick any girl you want.

I don't need him to demonstrate to me he's able to pull any girl he wants, it's quite obvious he is at this point. But how he looks so full of himself makes the girl, who was fawning over her six feet tall boyfriend, look like a good pick for him.

Let's see if he's as good.

He looks at me with a squared smile, and repeats several times whether I'm sure of my pick or not, because of how good she looks. He can't be so fucking annoying.

With a smile on my face, I nod, totally sure of my pick.

The girl looks confused when he first reaches her table, but just a few words from him has her giggling and twirling her hair with one finger. I get her, because he causes that same reaction in me. But how her boyfriend is still there, in the bathroom, makes me shocked.

I'm so concentrated on how he wins her over enough to be sitting on the place her boyfriend was sitting on, I'm not aware said person just left the bathroom until the thick dude is grabbing Jungkook by the collar of his sweater.

It'd be funny to see how he gets away from this by himself since he knows how to handle everything so well, even if I was the one who put him in this situation. But I can't look away and ignore what I caused.

I'd punch myself if I could.

—I was looking for you —I try to get in between the two boys, although my eyes are fixed on Jungkook—, I told you selling those bibles around would get you in trouble someday.

—Bibles? —the man that's still holding Jungkook asks.

—Yeah —I nod fast—. Poor boy just got out of jail for robbing them, so he's trying to make up for it by helping to sell them. He doesn't realize when he's overstepping boundaries though, don't take him seriously.

I reach for the six feet tall man's arm and hand, making him let go of Jungkook as soon as his strength of his fingers on the fabric of his sweater loosens.

I thank the guy and lose no time in dragging Jungkook out of there, and back to our table, as soon as I get the chance. He's looking at me with squinted eyes as soon as we sit on the table, he doesn't even bother to comment on the whole thing before he spits.

—You knew she was with her boyfriend.

—What? No —I lie.

—It's funny —he looks at me intensely, while supporting both of his elbows on the table—. You were perfect at pulling a big story to save me from getting my nose broken, yet you are unable to lie to me with a short answer.

—Think whatever you want of me —I limit to answer.

I feel him smiling, and looking down. But his eyes are back on me not too long after. He knows I will never admit to knowing she was with her boyfriend.

—By the way —he gets my attention—, that story? How did you come up with it?

—When you have strict parents, you learn how to lie and come up with the dumbest, not totally believable, excuses —I shrug.

Later that morning, we have another argument on who should be paying for lunch. When the simple answer should be: let's divide the bill. Nope. He insists it was his idea, and I want to make up for the mess I made earlier today with that girl and her boyfriend.

I'm starting to think the only reason Jungkook annoys me so badly is because he's just as stubborn as I am. Aside from that, I won't lie and I'll admit I actually had a good time with him. Even when he's teasing, and pulling his sarcasm to crack jokes -or just push my buttons- I kind of have fun. I'll give him that only.

#fanfic #ff #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkookxreader #jk #bts #wattpad #kookie #smut #jungkook smut #tattoistjk #tattooau #armpirate

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depressiongirlchronicles · 3 days

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09:33 - Good morning,

This morning I've been thinking a lot about my life in 2018 and 2019. I don't know if everyone here knows everything about my life and I'm really sorry but I won't be going into it besides what I want to share.

In 2019 when I wasn't allowed to see my siblings again it was sort of the start of the beginning of this entire thing. Right now in this moment in time I feel cognitively stunted in a sense that I'm always upset but don't really understand why I'm upset, can't express what's making me feel like that and because I lack the ability to communicate through my current methods I get easily overwhelmed and become angry. I will hit things, throw my phone, slam doors, yell, cry and then get in my car and drive somewhere while listening to whatever music I feel okay with.

In 2019 it felt like I was slowly being erased. I was losing friendships, I had lost my siblings, I had cut contact with my mum, when I asked my dad to let me be involved in my siblings lives he told me no and has always lived by the belief you lay in the bed you make. My job was also under fire as I would have a lot of rounds of professional arguments trying to advocate for working rights and safety for staff which then put my job in jeopardy as they were trying to find a reason to push me out the door. My relationship was the worst it had ever been but I had made the decision to go back to him after he said things would change and we were going to fix the problems. I didn't quite understand how everything was blowing up around me, all at once.

I was the saddest I had ever been but in a way I couldn't really feel it anymore. I would dream about cutting my skin off and stepping out of it and then would reenact these sorts of imagery by running sharp objects down my skin and blunt objects like tweezers into my skin repeatedly. I also would run my fingernails over in certain places repeatedly to try and scratch my way out. I would pluck all my body hair out and sit in the bathtub for hours. It was the kind of depression that had moved into something else entirely where I didn't understand it at all.

I don't feel like that anymore and haven't felt that specific feeling since that moment in time. It felt like I would eventually disappear and nobody would notice I was gone. There wasn't a fight in me to try and get people to listen anymore and it felt like every time I spoke, the words would turn into a tiny whisper for the person receiving them until eventually I was metaphorically pushed into a small box and locked in there. It felt like if I was to go, nobody would blink or question it.

Maybe it was a feeling of being isolated and scared about what was going to happen to me that created who I became next. I think I slowly morphed into a shapeless identity where I would be the very thing the person in front of me wanted me to be. I wouldn't contend with anybody in any form of verbal sparring, I wouldn't push anything when it came to parts of myself people were criticising. I wouldn't be anything besides a person that was what they wanted to see.

In doing so you sort of see that the world revolving around you is quite cruel. Everybody looks like they're cardboard cut out replicas of each other where they share one opinion which will be determined by whoever is leading the group at any moment in time. Everybody ebbed and flowed with the people that surrounded them and they themselves weren't even fully whole humans. Just whatever the leader was looking for.

It was the beginning of an identity stripping. As if everybody had tied me up and was slicing me each time. Any version of myself that existed would be cut, even if that version wasn't even real. Nothing I would do or be would ever be good enough for anybody and it was a really bizarre reality to have that thought process in your mind that tomorrow could be the day you die or disappear and nobody would care.

I haven't found what colour that feeling is because it comes with a level of terror that can incapacitate you and stop you from taking the steps forward to keep moving if you acknowledge it for what it is. It's a dark colour and trying to see what it holds seems to be a recipe for a disaster where I might not come out the other side if that makes sense. I don't even want to tell people the feeling even exists because if you know that level of fear lives inside a person it's pretty easy to make somebody feel that terror. It's easy to weaponise. It's easy to play on. It's easy to take somebody's fears and make them live in their own horror film. It's why I don't feel grateful for the experience over these last few months. Why I don't feel happy to have met and interacted with certain people. Why I keep wishing for it to have been different and to go backwards to the moments where I was okay with being alive. I don't ever want to shake the hands of people with gratitude for trying to bring up a colour that never should exist in a human to begin with.

But I remember in 2019 that I listened to Miley Cyrus. She released Malibu and I watched the music video. I really liked the song. It didn't hold any significant meaning to myself or my life but I remember thinking about the change she had undergone when she was stepping away from Disney and becoming her own person. She had received a lot of backlash for anything she did. She cut her hair off and dyed it blonde. She was provocative and almost instigating people to give her a negative opinion. She had taken these controversial steps to be exactly who she wanted to be in any moment in time and released music that people didn't resonate with and she did not give a fuck (or maybe she did, but I wouldn't know).

Miley, today I am grateful for your existence and the things you have done unapologetically where the world has criticised you for doing what you wanted to do. You didn't hurt anybody by being yourself you just stopped trying to please the world and be who they wanted you to be. Now you are your own identity that's stepped away from the box they had put you in previously. Thank you for being a good role model for adult women. They will criticise you and say you're not a good role model for children during those moments but it's not meant to be for children. Thank you for showing adult women there can be a version of yourself that steps away from a childlike ideal that people are desperate to keep women in. Thank you because I am now 28 and didn't think people would want to keep me in a childlike box until I began stepping out of it. Thank you for your existence and that is what I am grateful for today.

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just-lndifference · 2 months

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I'm convinced this year is just a dream or simulation or something because generally what the fuck is happening.

someone I looked up to for 5 years that I originally named myself after turned out to be an abuser and wrote the most chat gbt ass ""apology"" and only cares that shubble was brave enough to speak out. (SUPPORT VICTIMS)

taylor swift announced her 5th album in 5 years (not including re records) WHILE WINNING A GRAMMY. and then being the amazing woman she is became the first person in history to win aoty 4 times.

twenty one pilots not only announced a new album, but is open with the lore and released a single that is one of the best songs they've ever made. when clancy drops this whole fandom is cooked.

this is the first time I've genuinely been terrified because of an election. if trump wins I genuinely don't think I'll be safe in this country because of project 2025. I'm a bisexual nonbinary person, I will never have a chance to get gender affirming health care and will lose the right to get married. and that's just the stuff that will happen to me! I can't imagine how scared people that are in more affected groups then me feel if I'm this scared. I know he's a horrible option but if your seeing this and old enough to vote in america PLEASE vote for biden. independents just don't have a chance, yes he funds a genocide but trump will too, and hell do much worse things. as a minor I'm literally begging y'all to think of everyone who isn't old enough to vote yet.

erm this is very unserious compared to the last part of my rant but I like lana del rey now!! 😭 obviously not her as a person (free palestine) but her music. and this is a major unseen development I've aggressively trashed lana and her fans since midnights came out bc of snow on the beach (turns out that it's just a really shit song 🙏). idk shout out to the person who made me feel obligated to listen to born to die (album)

also my henry danger hyperfixation from when I was 10 just decided to resurface?? like yes I had it for like 4 years BUT WHY IS IT BACK HELLO??? idk but ray is like super hot now that I'm older and I really want to date his goofy ass 😭😭 I remember not liking him much for some reason but like.. he's just a silly little guy.. babygirl if you will.. just a little rat boy..

I accidentally convinced 2 people to read the forest fic (neither were clikkies and I just met one of them). I don't think anything more needs to be said I made 2 full grown adults cry over a band they've never listened too 😭🙏

on that note joshler is big on twitter again but it's widely accepted?? idk what happened there but a good chunk of the art on my tl is clancy x torchbearer and I honestly don't mind.

jason kelce retired. in my family it's a thing to hate the eagles but holy shit I cried so much. the edits literally fucking destroyed me. I had no idea how much of an amazing person he was until taylor started dating travis and I wish I had more time to be a fan of this wonderful man while he was still on the field. he's so goofy and always made me laugh, I genuinely love the guy now.

the chiefs once again won the superbowl, I was honestly terrified the whole time and cried a few times that was the most stressful game of my life. I'm so fr I tried to get a rep tv announcement date from the disney plus commercial, taylor immediately being shown when the game came back on with a chiefs jacket that magically appeared out of nowhere that had a number that wasn't a player I lost my shit 💀

I could go on for hours, and it's only March. genuinely so much shit has happened and I'm not ready for more.

#sorry for the rant

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truckreincarnation · 6 months

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Separate Ways || Chapter 3 Motive

It's late. And after a long, tiring day of work you are finally going to slip into bed. Except…

You look up. Ursula is sitting at the edge of the bed, not really in it, and staring out the window listlessly. You know that look - you've been seeing it more and more since she moved in.

"…hey," You say as gently as you can muster, reaching a hand out for her. You become so aware of how much space there is between you on the bed, now. "Let's get some sleep while we can, Sula."

Without turning to look at you, she speaks. "I'm not going to the diner tomorrow, Frank. I can't. I just…" You can hear that anxiety in her voice. It only makes you feel more tired.

"…it won't be that bad," You offer weakly. Every other thing you said to try to bolster her spirits never worked - and your well is starting to run dry. "And it won't be forever-"

"You don't know that." She says quietly. Her words aren't soft though - she could bludgeon you with them in a second. "You said we could leave by now."

You start to speak, but hear the creak of floorboards above you - your dad no doubt, getting agitated that he can still hear you two talking this late. Great. Fantastic. With a sigh you sit back up and try to come around so Ursula can see you.

"We talked about that, right? You- you get why we can't." You are so tired but you still have to choose your words carefully. "They're gonna need so much stuff we can't give them if we're on the road-"

Ursula turns to look at you now and gives you that look - the one you hate. Disgust and disappointment.

"We could make it work, Frank! Fuck- Why are you so scared?"

You bristle. You had a damned good reason to be fucking scared and she'd know that if she would just fucking listen-

As if on cue, you hear a cry from the other room. You get out of bed a little too quick, a little too eager to run from this conversation and over to the other room. You click on a lamp and go over to check the crib - oh, its [LORELEI] again. [SHE] always needed so much more attention than [HER] brother.

The two babies in the crib were identical, with little curls of orange hair and honey brown eyes. You reach down to pick up [LORELEI] and gently rock [HER] back and forth in your arms.

Ursula stands in the door of the nursery staring at you.

"I thought you wanted out of here just as bad as I do. Was I wrong?"

She offers her hand. Her expression softens just a touch.

"Run away with me, Frankie. Please. Please."

There are a million excuses you would come up with years later to justify what comes next. That Ursula never cared about your concerns. That she was being selfish, that she never listened to you.

But in the moment, you were angry. And you knew just what to say to make it hurt.

"…Can't fucking believe you have the nerve to call me scared when you say shit like this." You mutter. "Just run away the second things get a little hard, huh?"

"You know if you just went back to your family things wouldn't be so bad-"

It's all an ugly blur after that. Shouting and screaming through the entire house as the twins start to scream, and now your dad is yelling for you both to shut the fuck up. It carries on for an hour or so before Ursula storms off, taking her car. You stand there, watching her tail lights disappearing but knowing she would be back. She had to.

You weren't wrong, unfortunately.

You're woken up hours later by the sound of the screen door flapping in the wind, the door wide open. it was still dark out - was Ursula back? You get up and look, but her car is still gone. An uneasy feeling settles in your stomach as you go to check the bedrooms.

Your room has been tossed - and most of Ursula's things are gone. Horror spikes inside of you as you rush to the nursery. Taped to the twins' crib is a note you grab and barely read, as your eyes are fixed on the crib itself.

Just one.

Only one child is in the crib.

You feel your whole body go cold. One of your children is gone. The woman you loved is gone. And who was to blame?

Who was always to blame.

You sit at the foot of the crib, note crumpled in your hand as you try to read it through the silent tears streaming down your face. The last thing you needed was your father to see or hear you like this. But even that is a distant concern. All you can feel is the numbing weight of your own mistakes clawing down your back.

You fuck up. You absolute failure.

#ch3 #motive #vision #frank

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strawberry-nugget · 3 years

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𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙨 𝙄 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 | E. Kirishima/ Reader/ K. Bakugo

𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 1

𝙎𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨: after weeks of Bakugo distancing himself from you and Kirishima you finally get the chance to talk out what happened the other day, one thing leads to another and...

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, thr*esome, oral (f! and m! receiving), double penetration, fingering, p*ssy slapping, dacryphilia, all characters portrayed are over the age of 20

𝘼/𝙉: I'm so sorry this took me so long. I know this is 6.5k with little to no plot but I hope you enjoy this, hehe, thanks for all of the notes and amazing comments on the last one. I'll be reblogging in a few minutes with the tags in those who asked. Also. This is top Kirishima. Top top top top Kirishima.

It's been two weeks now that you and Bakugo exist in different timelines.

He's never home, lost in patrol after patrol, leaving a hot mess behind him in his room, belts, gear, his back up costume messily sprawled across his room -you guess he doesn't have enough time to clean everything up. Still, the rest of the apartment always looks inhabitable, save for the little mess you make in the kitchen when you cook; he never cleans what's supposed to be your task.

You feel yourself growing sadder every day. It's something Kirishima notices and informs you he feels as well, rooted deep in how Bakugo is treating the two of you ever since that night. And the worst part is you can't do anything about it. He doesn't return his phone calls nor does he ever pick up, and by now you've accepted that he purposely avoids being in the house with you. It hurts even more knowing that he and Kirishima see each other at work every day; at least he knows Katsuki is doing okay, though as he reports, he rarely ever talks more than patrol and business.

You only wonder why he acts the way he does, thinking you don't deserve to get ghosted over for what happened. He's your roommate and one of your best friends, whatever made him feel like he has the right to ghost you with such each is not going to go by so easily and you're not willing to wait it out anymore either.

Thus, this Thursday night you call in sick for work and emerge yourself in the bathtub after checking the clock. 7.25pm. It's still an hour until Katsuki is off his shift, which means you have plenty of time to do some self care. Shave your legs, scrub your whole body with your coconut scrub- anything to calm down that put of anxiety that's starting to boil in the pit of your stomach.

You fear for the worst. That Katsuki doesn't want to be your friend anymore, and losing him doesn't sit right with you. Not over just catching him masturbating once.

There's a ton of things you want to say, or ask him. The lingering thought of him liking Kirishima or you digs deep enough into your brain and plants itself there, getting comfortable right next to the thought of him being jealous of your relationship. Could this be it? Could he just be lonely? He never talks about meeting anyone or having sex -that must be it, he's lonely, that's all.

Your bath doesn't last for long because you're nervous and the water runs cold before you have the chance to enjoy yourself. Maybe it's time to start turning the heating on in the apartment and you curse yourself because you have to talk this out with Bakugo as well -fuck its hard to not live on your own when you have to make shared decisions with someone. To your stomach's turbulence dismay you can't get out of talking to Katsuki.

"No, I literally won't tell you where she is Bakugo"

Your heart skips a beat at the sound of the door unlocking and closing again, followed by your boyfriend's familiar voice. You don't make a single movement to exit the bathroom yet- you're frozen, opting to rest on top of the toilet cap until you hear Bakugo's reply, your gut falling into a muddy pit of panic.

"I swear to fucking god if you two are trapping me to talk about it"

Typically of him, he shouts, barking and chewing a few sounds of what he's saying. Kirishima knows he's all bark and no bite though, you're eager to figure out how he'll oppose him.

"She wants to talk to you, you can't just ghost her like that when you live with her" There's a long pause next "and you should have told me that you're in fucking love with her"

"What?" Katsuki exclaims

What?

"You think I'm an idiot? Or that I can't comprehend basic human behavior? I know how people who feel the way you do act"

"What are you even saying Kirishima? That I'm jealous?"

You blink feverously, trying to take in what you're listening to unfold in the other room. You know a part of you has been wishing that this scenario wasn't true.

"Yeah, that's what I'm saying. You should have told me you liked her in the beginning. I would have never made a move"

They bicker back and forth for a few minutes; Katsuki accusing and Eijiro defending, then switching back and forth before going silent. It's then that you think you should emerge from the bathroom. It feels wrong to not be part of this conversation when you're the reason for their bickering, but at this point the guilt in your stomach is rotting and polluting your insides.

With a sigh, you turn the doorknob and inhale deeply. You tell yourself you can do this. You have to do this, yet your eyes are filled with hot and salty tears as you approach the living room.

Both of them eye you simultaneously, pursed lips and hands crossed over their chests; the only relieving thing about this is that they're sitting next to each other on the couch, their calves slightly touching. You know they'll make up again, they always will, but you're scared you won't be able to be part of that make up. Not with the information that's been poured onto you.

"Hi" You whisper and despite being sure both of them heard you, they make no effort to open their mouths and talk back "I uhm" You clear your throat "I heard what you were ah saying"

"Course ya did" Katsuki growls "course ya fucking did"

"Baku- I-"

"Save it! I'm gonna-" He snaps and makes a move to get off the couch, though Eijiro has other plans; he slams him back down with just a push of his hand

The same hand that's extended to you, overlapping Katsuki's chest, wordlessly asking you to join them on the couch. Your heart warms up slightly. Kirishima always does his best to make you feel included, it's no surprise he's smiling at you when you take a seat next to the blond.

"You're not going anywhere Bakugo. And babe, you can speak now"

Though you smile nervously with your lips, your first word falls silent, in awe of a lung filling sigh. Then by the time you gather some thoughts together your chest is shivering and the tears that you managed to drown before are now threatening to spill from your eyes again.

Kirishima is watching you religiously, pouting as you throw your head to the opposite direction of his to let out a small sob. He tightens the grip of his hand around yours and barely notices Bakugo batting his eyes to that direction.

"Hey, no, don't cry"

"I just don't want to lose Bakugo because of this" you sob and Kirishima shoots a killer gaze at the blond, biting the inside of his lip.

"You're not losing anyone idiot" Bakugo says, clearing his throat, giving Kirishima a strained look as well

"Babe, don't worry, Bakugo and I will be fine, you and Bakugo will be fine"

You sob again, wiping a stream of tears that's falling from your eyes and Kirishima wastes no time on cupping your cheek after bullying Bakugo to do the same. A nice change, you think, two hands reaching out for your face, you could almost get used to this.

"Yeah, you're not losing me" Bakugo tries to soothe, though by Kirishima's demand he adds to his words "I- uhh, I might want you but this has nothing to do with us not being friends"

"Yeah?" You sniffle, looking up

"Yeah"

It's too soft how you're cuddled into their arms instantly, pulled on top of them to sit on both of their laps, held tightly in both of their embraces. You coo into their arms for a while, content when Kirishima kisses your cheek and sobbing faintly when Bakugo rubs your back in circles.

"Do you want a beer baby?" Kirishima asks, softly patting your back and kissing your nape as he leaves you clinging onto Bakugo. You nod into the crook of Bakugo's neck in reply and Kirishima smiles from the other side of the couch.

The sound of the fridge opening is timelines away from what's entering your mind. Is it wrong that you like that cuddle too much? And is it even more wrong that you want more? Bakugo feels nice when you're curling up onto his lap and Kirishima adds warmth and love into everything he's touching, you almost feel your thighs clench at the idea of where your mind's traveling to.

"What if we had a threesome?"

It's so faint when it comes out of your mouth that you're convinced there shouldn't be any loud reaction to it, though you hear the can of beer that's presumably in Kirishima's hand hit the floor, you feel Katsuki's hand freeze on your back. Both of them wonder if they've heard correctly, but never asking you to repeat it.

"A uhm.. Threesome?" Kirishima asks "you'd like that?"

"Yes"

You try to hide your face deeper into Bakugo's neck, but he doesn't seem to approve of it- he pushes you back softly, with a thick hand on your stomach and another still on your back. You feel your face burning as you're forced to face him

"You'd really want a threesome?" You nod and Bakugo gulps "Right now?"

"Mhm" You gulp too, your nose almost nuzzling against his "if- if you want to"

The way you're swamped with attention is overwhelming. From the way Kirishima jumps to the edge of the couch towards you, to the way Bakugo lifts you up and stands on his feet, urging you to do the same as your feet land one by one on the carpet underneath you.

"Fuck okay uh, are you fine with it Bakugo?" The redhead asks, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah, I am."

Kirishima gulps when he sees Bakugo latch onto you, placing his hand on your shoulder and coughing up slightly "Should we set some rules?"

"Yes" Bakugo coughs as well, though you can feel him getting hard to where your thoughts are meeting his "wanna suggest anything?"

"Great uh, maybe no kissing between the two of you, since she's my girlfriend? And Katsuki you're wearing a condom too. Are these fine?"

Both of you gulp and nod. It's natural for Kirishima to ask this. Sharing you out of the blue can't completely sit right with him; it almost flicks a switch on inside your gut, making you gulp again when you feel him hugging you from behind.

"Safeword?" Bakugo asks

"Red" You reply cooing when your back finally hits your boyfriend's chest.

You don't even have enough time to count down seconds before you're pounded and squished between the two of them. It's a miracle that you somehow manage to convince them to move it to the bedroom.

Even if making a small stop at the hall wasn't in your original plan

Kirishima's hands are everlastingly on your waist pulling your back into his chest. He's nibbling on the nape of your neck, his fingers light as feathers as they're peeling your T-shirt off of you. He almost grunts at your exposed back, leaning down just to place a kiss on each of your shoulders before latching onto your ear

"It's fine baby, it's fine if you're embarrassed okay?" He blows into you then takes a bite of your ear lobe to which you shiver as you snap your head to his face. “what? Are you that excited?"

You gulp, nodding with your eyes shutting, an expression on your face that looks almost painful -Bakugo can't help but palm himself, searching Kirishima's carmine eyes with his, waiting for a sign that he should make a move or retreat. Anything that doesn't involve him getting a front row seat to how your chest bounces as Kirishima runs his hands on your torso from behind.

"Fuck, I-" He says, swallowijg his tongue in the process, just when Kirishima's hands change paths, now wiggling underneath your sweatpants.

"Enjoying the show Bakugo?" Kirishima's smiles and fuck- when did he adopt such an attitude? "Come 'ere"

Bakugo does as he's commanded, guided by Kirishima, as he trails your torso with his hands intertwined with his, squeezing your upper hips, trailing your belly button, eyeing you with doe eyes before launching a kiss to your navel. You writhe and wiggle in Kirishima's embrace- the feeling of another man too new, too strange to take in in less than a few moments, but Eijiro's got you, kissing your nape, your cheek, softly playing with your breasts above your bralette. Whispering his praises with his hands across your body.

"Good girl" You're sure he whispers in your ear "I got you" But all you can feel is Katsuki's breath as he's placing open mouthed kisses across your tummy, over the valley of your chest, your cheek.

Kirishima is overly alert by this, jumping in between the little scene, capturing your lips with his, using a hand to push Bakugo into the kiss as well, pulling him in as lips as smeared against lips, your saliva trailing out of your mouth. You instinctively rub your thighs together to relieve some of the burning sensation between your legs

Soon enough, Bakugo is taking off your pants, rhen his shirt, Kirishima's taking his off too, managing not to let you go all while pushing the three of you into the bedroom. There's nothing but a trail of clothing in the hallway that could suggest what's happening inside the room once the door closes shut; three pairs of sweats, three different t-shirts and maybe the white ghost of hot and heavy breathing.

On the bed, it's way more comfortable. Your arching back is finally resting against the pillowy mattress, Kirishima's smile from upside down soothing and forgiving, you almost melt away while he cups your face and bumps his nose to yours, giggling slightly, before glaring at Bakugo. He guides your head into his lap, still holding your cheeks, still rubbing circles onto your soft face, pouting hard before facing your friend.

"You good babe?" He asks you and you nod again, humming a small reply to him "you too Katsuki?"

"Yeah, fuck yeah, I am" He gulps, pumping himself twice.

"You're not getting in without prep by the way"

You writhe in Kirishima's lap, gooey eyes and mouth open wide as he leans to pry your legs open, trailing his middle finger across your clothes slit. Your chest jumps when you hear him chuckle. You know he's struck the gold vein he's searching for, your panties swimming in a puddle, completely damp from getting your neck attacked only a few minutes ago.

Katsuki marvels a finger across your slit as well, avoiding your clit purposely or flicking it occasionally, moaning every time his finger touches the chilly dampness of your underwear.

Kirishima pries your legs open wider, hooking his middle finger under your panties and pulling them over and slightly to the side, flashing the blond with a glimpse of you -you swear you see him gulp. Hard.

"Want a taste?" Kirishima asks, chuckling, as if Bakugo isn't frothing at the mouth at the mention of the action, as if he isn't diving in between your thighs like a starved man.

He almost rips your panties by pulling them to the side. Your hands link through his platinum hair and you almost whine at how soft it feels, or, about the moaning sounds he makes as he's digging his fingers in the plush skin of your thigh, swinging your leg wider. You slide a little further along, laid completely flat on the bed -head still on Kirishima's lap.

Sweetly, Kirishima captures your inner lips with his fingers and circles them around before making you hump on him, his knuckles bumping with Bakugo's nose when he chuckles again. You almost tear up by the over stimulating pressure Kirishima's fingers provide for you, but you decide to hold it in; not sure hitched breath leaves your mouth until Bakugo takes an experimental lick across your slit.

With a thumb presses to your clit he retreats for a second, just to watch as he sinks his middle finger inside of you and -"oh my fucking god Katsuki"- he's back at it again, licking at you religiously. Softly, like Kirishima always does, patiently. Just like you love it.

It has your back arching, chest bouncing for Kirishima's eyes to enjoy. He decides he won't have you hanging, bouncing and thrashing. With two huge palms he cups your breasts, flicking your nipples, massaging you for just enough time to make your heart burn, then he wiggles a finger to the hood of your clit, applying throbbing pressure.

The knot in your stomach is tight, your vision blurry, you're sure what you think is silent moaning is probably full-on screaming, mewling or pleas of pleasure that you can't comprehend.

Kirishima is smiling at you from above, still wiggling his finger on you left and right in Bakugo's business and you can't help it- you yelp, pushing Bakugo's face deeper into you. It feels good- too good, like your legs are nothing but jello, your stomach and thighs feeling like they've transformed into liquid smooth. You mewl in Kirishima's arms, coiling, desperately eyeing him in hopes that he and Katsuki won't stop what they're doing.

"M so close" You slur when Kirishima takes a hand of yours away from Bakugo's hair, softly turning it upside down, until your palm is met with the wetness of his foreskin, the pulsing slit of his that leaks precum into your hand.

He whines -"ohh"- when you wrap your fingers around him, instantly pumping your hand up and down, your grip firm and steady as you twist your wrist with every bob of your hand.

"Suck me off baby" Kirishima softly commands, rubbing an experimental circle with his tip on your lips, smearing some of his precum around your mouth. You gulp at how carelessly he pumps his base, until he pries your lips open.

You take him eagerly into your mouth, feeling your stomach churn and your thighs freezing in place by Bakugos movements; so long as you're steadily sucking Kirishima's cock into your mouth, he scissors his fingers inside of you.

"You like that?" He moans into you, eyeing Kirishima "you twitched- fuck you're twitching"

"Show me how wet she is"

Kirishima commands and Bakugo complies by taking his fingers away from your heat and shining them into Kirishima's face. You whimper but how good it feels when he moans against you, blinking as you watch your boyfriend take your friend's fingers in his mouth, sucking in eagerly, before popping the digits out of his mouth, leaving a trail of saliva fall faintly onto the valley of your breasts

"Your pussy's s'wet baby, you're dripping all over over Katsuki's hands" Kirishima thrusts in your mouth "you taste so good" then turns his attention to Bakugo "tell 'er, how fucking good she tastes"

Bulky fingers rub on your clit once more and Bakugos hand secures your tummy in place while pinning you down; you feel it then, the inevitable end of what has been building up in your stomach for such a long while and you can't help but scream at the feeling of coming undone. Shaking, struggling to take a breath without popping Kirishima out of your mouth.

"Fucking perfect"

Your vision is white, your head is buzzing and your legs are frozen. You can feel Kirishima fucking into your mouth once, twice and ever so slightly, depending in how relaxed your jaw is as he's moaning. You don't choke when he hits your throat, you simply moan onto him, too blinded by the afterglow of your orgasm to even react to what's about to unfold.

"Fuck- take 'em off- Fuuck" Kirishima says, you notice. Bakugo probably does as he's told; you hear shuffling and grunting, the soft pop of his dick to his stomach. You want to see-

Bakugo, hazed and drenched in you, cups your womanhood with his hand, landing his thumb on your clit and you yelp again, thrassing onto the bed, finally popping Kirishima out of your mouth. He tugs and drags his fingers away- he's opening you up, of course, that's it- and you can't help but roam your eyes all over him. Searching for his cock, wanting to see it dive inevitably into you.

It's unfair that Kirishima has a better view than you do, but at least, you hope he enjoys the view. You buck your hips forward when you feel Katsukis thighs grace against your own. His skin is unbelievably cold, making the hair on your legs and tummy raise; a tear rolls down your cheek then the moment the tip of his cock touches your clit.

"We've got- ah- condoms in the first drawer. On your left" Kirishima says cheerfully, bucking his hips away from your face, kneeling just to place a kiss on your forehead- your nose- your lips, finally bumping the tip of his nose to yours when he sucks your inner lip into his mouth

"You liked that baby?" Kirishima breathes "You liked Bakugo eating you out?"

"Mhm" You nod, not wanting to break away from the kiss, unlike Kirishima

You can hear Katsuki cursing, slamming the drawer shut as he fidgets with the condom. Everything seems slow, from the way his thick fingers can't grasp the tiny edges of the wrapper, to him finding out what's the right side to put it on -he grunts, inevitably- stealing giggles from both you and Kirishima

"Ah man, you're struggling, come 'ere let me help"

Bakugo grunts once again, although this time it's not out of frustration. Kirishima playfully pulls him close, places a kiss on his navel and extends his hand underneath Bakugo's, politely asking for the condom -you know his lips are pressed into a goofy smiley line right now just by the way his body moves.

Kirishima lets your cheek rest on his thigh when he moves to grab Katsuki's cock, to roll the condom on him while twisting his fist on him no more than twice -unfair- before playfully slapping the blond's ass, urging him to climb onto the bed again.

It's then that your hips are jerked and raised towards the blond, huge palms on your hips, pulling you towards him. Nervous touches, unspoken apologies for potentially harsh movements, his eyes are flickering into yours and his lips are all pouty, scrunched, his cheeks plump with embarrassment. He doesn't know if you notice, nor does he think he ever will, but it's killing him -that he's only allowed to line himself up with you under this circumstance.

Whether you notice the hurt in his eyes or not, you don't comment on it, nor do you spare him any worried look. He doesn't even know if he wants you to take pity on this state of his.

No.

No, he doesn't.

He only hopes Kirishima won't get mad when he cups your face tenderly, nor when he traps your face with his other hand caging you away from the redhead thigh -it's for better leverage he'll say if he's asked to- but you melt into his touch.

And his chest burns.

It's worse when he finally pushes into you. His heart won't stop beating hard and fast and he's scared he's going to have a fall. No-no- he shouldn't think about it, if he does think about it, he'll definitely have a fall.

"Ooh, ooh, ooh," You murmur, feeling the voice come from the depths of your chest.

That's the only confirmation he needs to ignite his ego and light it on fire. You feel good, you're sucking him in deeper and your cheek is still melting into his palm. It's more than enough; he ignores Kirishima's gaze and whatever it may carry behind it. It's for his own sanity he reminds himself.

"You're doing so good babe,'' Kirishima asks you, cupping your other cheek. He's smiling- no need to worry about him not having a positive reaction to Bakugo caressing you

(The rules that had been presented to him were simple- wear a condom and no kissing)

"You're taking it so well, isn't she Katsuki?"

"Fuck yeah" He grunts, thrusting harder

"So, so well baby, we'll make sure you get to come first okay?" You ogle your eyes at Kirishima, teary and soft by his words, clapping your lips together and pouting, begging him silently for a kiss. Only to feel the void when his soft lips don't come in contact with yours

"Oh no, no kiss for baby. You're so naughty, wanting me to kiss you when you're getting fucked by our friend"

"What?" You whine, popping on to your left elbow "Eiji- i want my kiss"

"None can do" He smiles and Bakugo snaps his hips into you "unless you earn it"

Your stomach is tied in a knot again, gummy walls tightening around Bakugo, back arching. It's almost painful to watch you sprawled like this underneath him, reacting in peak with the rhythm of his hips, begging him to go faster, harder. At one point, he's losing himself in the speed he's fucking you with, feeling like he's about to combust from inside out is not helping either

-He thinks, he'll be spent for days after this-

It's guttural, the way you feel as Bakugo thrusts inside of you, the way you mewl and twitch and feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. You feel full, so much that you mutter it, slurred and incomprehensibly at Kirishima. It's more than enough for him to rub your chin with his thumb and buck his hips on your face again. You take him eagerly, smiling with your lips when he lands on your tongue. You swirl it around, pump him deeper into your mouth, suck on his tip until he moans in sync with you.

"Bakugoo" He hisses, biting his lip as he's eyeing you "don't chase your own satisfaction! Go slower and rub her clit too" He takes Bakugos hand away from your face, tracing it down your body before landing on your heat, pinching your clit softly making you moan "ah so responsive"

For a while he doesn't move his hand away, focused on guiding Bakugo's fingers on you, teaching him how to make you feel good while he's fucking and you're on fire, gut churning and chest tight, ovestimulated by how good it all feels. You can't even take a proper breath as Kirishima humps deeper into your mouth. He groans too loud when his tip hits your cheek.

You know this is too much for him, you know he can't hold back any longer, but you grab onto his shaft and twirl your grin on his base, bobbing it into your cheek and popping it out before swallowing it again.

And while Bakugo's thrusts are becoming desperate, Kirishima bursts into your mouth, holding your hair softly, pulling you closer to you- closer, closer, until your nose hits his navel, biting on his cheeks and squinting his eyes so he won't shut them, drunk on the view of you overflowing with his come. He only grubs your chin, swiping his thumb on the white trail that's spilling from the corner of your lips, trying his best to smirk at you without taking a breath.

"Swallow it sweetheart -ah- that's right, you're so -fuck- perfect for me"

Your lower stomach is protesting, bursting slowly as Bakugo is thrusting faster into you. His speed, him hitting that spot in your gut repeatedly, creating the perfect feeling of numbness, it's all too much and not enough all at once, you want to cry out- you gush and you writhe as your legs hook around Bakugo's waist.

Your boyfriend retreats from his previous position, smiling as ever, petting Bakugo's blonde hair, massaging your breast, kissing your nipple, then attacking your upper chest, trapping supple skin in between his tongue and teeth, dragging Bakugo along with him. It's what ultimately leads Bakugo over the edge, his tip feeling numb, blood rushing all over his body, he thrusts a few more times before he pulls out, spilling his own satisfaction into the condom, feeling his heart race faster than ever before.

"Your doing sooo good" Kirishima says once more, pecking your lips repeatedly. "Wanna ride me? Or are you tired? "

"Fuck no, lay down"

"That's my girl" He smiles "Katsuki, come here"

Kirishima rubs your wetness up and down, grunting when he finds your clit, grazing it with the back of his hand, whispering about how wet you are, to which you respond by hugging your arms around his neck, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. You only pull back when he lets you coo into him by petting your hair softly.

You're instantly met with Bakugo's eyes blazing into yours from above- it's not intimidating, rather, it's lustful, but you still need some time to pull yourself back, despite the eagerness in his eyes. You must have missed the point where he discarded his condom, or just how thick he actually is, because he's standing hard and proud before you, nervously searching for Kirishima's approval.

Your boyfriend's approval comes with gripping on him and easing him close to you. You take him in both of your hands, relying on Kirishima to keep your torso lifted, focusing on twisting your hand around him in the same way you did for Eijiro. Too bad you almost lose grip when He snaps his hips into you.

You can feel Katsuki's dick twitch into your hands as you pull him down lower, getting your tongue out of your mouth to place kitten lips all over his length. Eijiro mimics you, licking the tip when you're not licking the base, letting you take control when he ceases his movements for a bit, to lift both of you a little higher, so you don't have to bend your neck as much. He strokes some sweaty strands of hair away from your face, he kisses your cheek and Bakugo is already thrusting into your mouth feverously.

"Fuck"

"You're so wet baby, you feel like you could take us both" You yelp, wide eyes as you freeze on the spot "want to take us both?"

"I do" You yelp with tears in your eyes "I do I do, I do I do"

"Oh, look at you being so desperate, want to get -ah- wrecked, don't you?"

"I do Eiji- you cry out

"Then ask Katsuki to take you too, ask him to shove his cock into you while I'm fucking you too, like the greedy little thing you are"

At this point, you think poor Bakugo isn't going to make it to the end of this.

"Katsu" You plead, watery eyes staring into desperate carmine ones "Katsu fuck me while Eiji fucking me too-"

"Say please" Kirishima interrupts, pinching your nipple "or I'm not going to let him"

"Please, pleaseplease, please"

"Fuck yeah" Katsuki replies "ill fucking wreck you" The sounds he's making are supposed to be words, though they're far from being clear and understandable, his veins are pulsing into your mouth. He's too excited for this, so excited that you know he'll never make it to the drawer to reach for a new condom. So Kirishima is doing it for him, hooking the little rubber between his fingers as he's opening the drawer.

"Come on baby, pull back" He taps on your shoulder and places a kiss on your collar bone, thrusting deeper into you this time. The reaction is immediate, you're throwing your head back in seconds and Bakugo whines at the sudden departure of your warm mouth.

Kirishima allows you to kiss his thighs, his tip, his navel, to squeeze the small of his back and his ass before letting you wear the condom onto him.

You lose track of Bakugo until you feel wet kisses being planted on your thighs and ass, the back of your knees. You feel his hand being placed on your thigh, the warmth of his palm as he's soothingly rubbing it up and down your skin, to prepare you, raising his thumb to graze at your crotch occasionally. You whine every time he thumbs your clit, or flicks it when it meets with Kirishima's navel.

"You good? I'll start with my fingers" You choke on the sound of his words and nod frantically. If only you could actually watch him when he delves his middle finger in you along with Eijiro's cock. Still you whine loudly, when another finger joins the first one, slowly scissoring inside of you "fuck you're gonna take it so well aren't you? Kirishima's right. You love this"

"Answer him," Kirishima whispers, teeth biting down in your lobe. He grabs your face, trapping your cheeks between his fingers, turning you in Katsuki's direction, pushing your cheeks together. You swallow when you see the blind focused on watching you stretch.

"I love it

But Eijiro isn't satisfied with how you're trying to make your words get past from your lips

"Say it like you mean it doll, or I won't let your friend put it in"

You eye him dangerously, putting your lips even further before muttering a soft 'fine' -your redhead doesn't make a comment on your little attitude, probably because he's gotten what he's wanted from you- and Katsuki hisses, fisting his cock faster.

"I love it so much Katsuh"

"And Eiji- you mean. It's not only him that's here" Kirishima smirks and this time he pulls out of you, flipping your body so that your back is facing him. One hand comes to your wetness, spreading your lips apart, stretching you wide open "Try again" He lets go just for a moment, to slap your clit loosely. Once. Twice. Never ceasing when you whine. Your hips buck up towards Katsuki.

"Look at how nice I am, I even gave you a full view. Am I not?"

"You are Eiji. You're the best, the best. And I love this so much, I'm going to combust"

"Oh you will?" Katsuki interrupts, grunting when Kirishima pulls his dick closer to you, rubbing the head on your clit until Katsuki gets the hint. You let out a guttural groan at the feeling, tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes from being too overstimulated for so long

"Yes baby, I will, just please"

"M going in-" Katsuki announces, earning a nod from Kirishima "If he won't let you come, then we don't listen to him 'kay?"

Kirishima chuckles at the one and bites the top of your ears dragging his tongue to the base of it- a warning- to not try and agree with what Katsuki's offering. And being obedient definitely pays off when you feel your boyfriend's head poke against your entrance.

It feels splitting and painful all at once; the tears in your eyes are pouring, and none of the caresses you're receiving is helping. You need time to adjust and both men provide that for you. Minutes pass spent with soft kisses. Kirishima sucking your neck and Bakugo kissing your breasts, the three of you making out- anything until you feel like you can get used to them.

And when you do, they go slow, each at their own pace, simultaneously hitting spots that you don't know could or should ever be hit at the same time.

"You good?" Both men ask and you have to gulp that frog that sits at the top of your mouth if you want to talk, but you can't. Your throat is too tight, your eyes are too watery

"Babe"

"Better than I thought I'd be actually"

You get lost in the haze of their hips, their thrusts and you can already feel Katsuki collapsing onto you, chasing his own pit of pleasure when it hits you. Your gut coming undone for the last time has your heart leaping and skipping beats; you hook your arm around Katsuki's neck, jumping up and down from how fast both men are thrusting into you and you bring your face to his, cooling your mouths together.

When he feels you clamp down on him -and Kirishima- he pulls out, rolls the condom off and strokes himself slightly. You whine at the sudden departure of him inside of you but you quickly clamp down on just your boyfriend, before feeling him shifting from underneath you, finally pushing down the small of your back. You take Katsuki into your mouth while Kirishima slaps your ass, thrusting fast and hard into you.

There's no sweet talk right now, authority and intimidation hiding away as satisfaction is being chased. Sloppily and not carefully at all. It's evident in how you're sucking Katsuki off. There's no consistency in your rhythm, you're squirming as Kirishima is slowing down before picking up his pace again, running his hands through your hair affectionately. When he comes, he coats your insides in white ropes of pleasure, riding off his orgasm softly, until he feels himself stop twitching.

By the time he pulls out you've made Katsuki come as well, hearing his high pitched grunts as he lets it all out in your mouth. Although this time you're not overwhelmed with the amount; it's his second round nonetheless.

Katsuki's hands don't cease to take this chance, even if they're awkward and shaking he's grabbing your cheeks squishing them just like Kirishima did a while ago and kisses you, poking his tongue in your mouth, moaning at his own taste, pulling your lips under his teeth.

You know your lips will be bruised by this. And you don't care. Because when he pulls back, Kirishima is kissing you as well, pulling you into his arms, caging you into his chest.

You even smile as tiny, peppery kisses are pressed onto your skin.

"You did so well" Kirishima smiles "you too Katsu, you both were amazing"

Katsuki smiles, popping onto the bed as well, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling himself onto you and Kirishima. He nuzzles his nose at the crook of your neck and for the first time in a while he feels warm, content, calm and collected. Or so you think by the kiss that's planted onto your back by him.

It's tender and soft, mimicking Kirishima's but feeling nothing like your boyfriend's kisses at the same time. You collapse further into Kirishima's chest and he kisses the top of your hair and your cheek, mellowy.

"Wanna take a bath?" He suggests under his breath and both you and Katsuki nod, sinking further in the sheets with heavy eyes. Maybe when your feet won't feel like they'll betray you, you'll get up and have a warm bath, sandwiched between Katsuki and Eijiro, smothered in kisses, lathered in lavender soap, maybe you'll make a cup of chamomile for the three of of you and cuddle between them before you go to sleep.

Until then…

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To Be Alone | Tommy Shelby x OC | Chapter 5

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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: Tommy decides to invite Celia with him to the park, where she finally learns a bit more about him. She also gets to meet another member of the Shelby family.

Warnings: mentions of death and violence (typical to series)

Word Count: 3992

A/N: I couldn’t wait much longer to share the next part with you! I’ve got a couple more already written so be expecting them in the next few days. Thanks for all of the love you’ve been showing the story!

"Celia?!" That couldn't be. "Celia?!" His voice was getting closer, and it was the only thing bouncing off of the otherwise silent halls. "Celia?"

"Tommy, would you please keep it down? You're gonna scare the bloody patients," she hissed at him as he came to a stop in front of her in the middle of the hallway where she was currently scrubbing the walls down.

"Went to the tailor's but Walter told me today was your off day there, so I figured I'd come check here since I didn't see you out with your boyfriend," he stated, his hands going into his pockets to fish out his pack of cigarettes. He swiped one along his bottom lip before balancing it between them, then digging for his matches.

"He's not my boyfriend, just a man I enjoy spending time with, and what does that even matter to you?" she defended herself, her cheeks no doubt giving her away. But it was true. William hadn't asked her to be his or anything. They just kissed that one time and then forgot it even happened, much to Celia's dismay - because she rather enjoyed the kiss.

By this time he'd lit the cigarette and let it a puff of smoke. "You can't be smoking in here, Mr. Shelby," she hissed, checking the halls and sighing in relief that no one was around before she daringly reached up and took the cigarette from his lips, dropping it down to extinguish it in the pail of water by her feet. Tommy gave her a dumbfounded look but decided to stay mum, clearing his throat and shoving his hands into his pockets instead.

"Listen, I've got to meet someone at the park a little bit from now and I was wondering if you'd like to join me?" he asked then, slightly rocking back onto the heels of his shoes as he spoke.

"You'd want me along to do business with you?" she asked him, her eyebrows raised. This request of his was out of left field.

"It's not business. My sister's in from London. She's brought her son with her too," he explained, clearing his throat before continuing, "I just wanted to thank you for helping me a few weeks ago since I never formally got to."

"Well that's very nice of you, Tommy, but I can't leave right now. I have nearly three and a half hours left here before I'm able to go," she stated, feeling honored that he'd want to invite her along with him but at the same time knowing that she had a commitment here.

"That's fine. I'll wait out in the reception area," he responded, nodding his head before he turned to start walking back in its direction.

"Tommy! Wait!" she called to him but he didn't stop, turning the corner out of sight then.

So she kept on cleaning. Continuing until Sophia was walking down the hall with a stern look on her face. "Could you please tell me why Tommy Shelby has been sitting in my reception area for the last hour and a half?" she asked Celia once she stopped in front of her, her hands on her hips.

"I don't know. Maybe he's got someone to see here," Celia tried playing dumb first, but Sophia wasn't buying it.

"I heard him screaming your name from down the hall earlier, Celia. Why is he sitting in my reception room?" she asked once again, hoping for the truth this time.

"Ok, so he came here asking if I wanted to join him to the park as a way of thanking me for helping him, but I told him that I had to finish my shift here, so I guess he's actually waiting it out," Celia explained the reason behind the gangster sitting in the waiting room.

Sophia looked at her before looking over at the clock that hung on the wall. "I'd say you're about finished for the day," she stated then, making Celia furrow her eyebrows.

"Finished? I've got about two more hours left, Soph."

"Listen, woman...one simply does not keep Tommy Shelby waiting. I'd go now without wasting one more second of time," Sophia held up her side, making Celia shake her head as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"I told him that I had to stay till the end of my shift. That I had an obligation here. If he's out there waiting, it's because he chose to," she stated matter-of-factly.

"But still you should go," Sophia didn't let up.

"Sophia," Celia now had the 'are you serious?' look adorning her features.

"Go. Now," Sophia remained steadfast, making Celia sigh before she lifted the pail and went to the external door to empty its contents onto the street. "Enjoy!" Sophia chirped when Celia returned to her side, making the brunette woman shoot a glare in the nurse’s direction. It was almost as if she was being forced to spend time with Tommy Shelby against her will.

So she walked down the hall and turned the corner to see Tommy sitting in one of the seats, staring ahead of him at the wall, studying one of the pictures that hung on it. "I see you've stayed," Celia spoke up once she was slightly closer to him.

"I told you I would," he responded, standing up and placing the peaked cap back on top of the neat undercut he was sporting before walking over to her.

"I didn't think you would though," she sheepishly said as he came to a stop in front of her.

"Nonsense," he shook his head, a slight smile on his face before he held his hand out for her in a gesture towards the door. She nodded and started to walk, smiling at him as he held the door open for her. Maybe Tommy Shelby was a gentleman after all.

"So where are we going?" Celia asked as they started walking down the pavement. She turned to the side to watch Tommy as he lit yet another cigarette, but this time she couldn't stop him. He lit his own before offering one to her. She shook her head. Smoking was a habit that she never really got into, even though both of her parents did it. Tommy nodded and put the pack back in his pocket, honoring her answer without any dispute.

"To the park that's across from town. It's got a field that kids go to play in. I suggested we go there to meet because my sister's son would do good with gettin' some energy out," Tommy explained, the cigarette bouncing between his lips as he spoke.

"How old is he?" Celia was the one asking the questions for once.

"A bit over two. So he's at that age where he's ready to run and it drives Ada up the walls sometimes," he answered, his eyes fixed forwards.

"Ada. Is that your sister's name?" Celia asked, making Tommy nod, "'s a pretty name," she stated then, looking out as the people passing them all bowed their heads and avoided their eyes from his gaze. Celia knew it wasn't her that they were bowing at. "Why do they do that?" she was speaking before she had time to think out her words. She really had to get her curiosity in check before it came back to bite her.

"Do what?"

"Everyone's always bowing to you and acting as if they're gonna turn to stone if they make eye contact," she explained her question.

"Guess it has to do with what I'm involved in," he shrugged, his hand brushing against hers as he brought his shoulders back down. It was then she realized how closely together they were walking. "Still feels weird to me sometimes, if I'm bein' honest," he then added, looking down at Celia with a slight smile.

"I don't think I'd get used to it either," Celia shook her head, trying to let him know that he wasn't alone in feeling that. Tommy nodded his head before staring straight ahead again.

He then bumped her shoulder with his and she looked to him once more, "we need to go this way," he nodded to the right before putting slight pressure on her left side with his right, telling her body that they needed to turn. Celia nodded and made the shift, unable to think now because their arms were brushing with each step they took. "Here we are," he said after a few more minutes, the park coming into view. There were benches scattered around the green, and sure enough, dozens of kids were running about. Celia smiled at their youthful energy. Tommy walked them down the path until he slowed when they approached a woman with brown, curled hair sitting alone on a bench with a small child playing a few feet in front of her. "Ada!" Tommy called out, making the woman turn to look at her. She, much like Tommy (and now Polly for that matter) had an unreadable expression on her face, and Celia cursed the Shelby name for having this upper hand on her.

The woman's face broke though when she recognized who was calling for her, the slightest smile appearing. "Hello, Tom," she greeted as the two approached her. Soon they were standing in front of her.

"Ada, this is Celia Farraday. Celia, this is Ada Shelby," Tommy went right into the introductions.

"It's Thorne, you bloody idiot," she scowled at Tommy before reaching her hand out towards Celia, "Ada Thorne," she introduced herself then. Celia shook her hand with a smile, immediately realizing that this woman was someone who could hold her own.

"It's nice to meet you, Ada," Celia said politely, her hands falling to her sides after the handshake was finished.

"Likewise," Ada nodded, looking up to her brother before she spoke again, "a new girlfriend for you then, Tom? Finally gave up on that barmaid that fled to New York?" She asked, no reservation behind her voice. Ah, another thing Celia had discovered was common amongst the Shelby's she's met so far. They spoke what was on their mind, not caring what those around them thought.

Celia stood in silence as she looked between the siblings. She had no idea what Ada was referencing, but she could tell by Tommy's clenched jaw that it was a sensitive topic. "She's not my girlfriend. She was the one to find me in the alley after being beaten by Sabini's men and called the ambulance for me. Saved me life," he explained, nodding to Celia then, the look of gratitude back in his eyes.

"Oh. Ok. Thanks for saving my brother then, Celia. Although sometimes I wished he wasn't present," Ada smiled at the woman once things were cleared up. She then motioned for the two to sit, as they'd been standing in front of the bench since they arrived. Celia accepted the offer, but Tommy stayed standing, choosing to light another cigarette instead. "You know, I got attacked that same night. Sabini's men found me where I was living in London," she disclosed then, making Celia's mouth open slightly in shock. "Even though I insisted I had no more ties to the Shelby's. My son and I moved to London after my husband died of consumption...didn't know the darkness would've been able to follow me there," she said then, looking down at her hands clasped together in her lap.

"You've got your own place now though. Won't have to worry about anyone findin' you,'' Tommy spoke up, making Ada purse her lips then. Celia felt some tension build between them, and she chose not to speak on it.

"Karl! Get that mud out of your mouth please!" she then called to her child, everyone's attention falling on the two year old who was indeed in the process of putting a handful of mud in his mouth. He listened to his mother though, immediately dropping the mud and standing from the ground to toddle over to the bench. "Thank you," Ada smiled at her son as he came closer. Tommy crouched down to be at eye level with the child, who smiled when his eyes fell onto his uncle.

"How're you doing there, Karl? Not giving your mum a hard time I hope," Tommy spoke softly to the child who was only babbling in response. It warmed Celia's heart to see this interaction. It was surprising her to see this man who was supposed to be ruthless and was feared across the city being so soft with the child.

"He's got Shelby in his blood. He's always pushing my buttons," Ada remarked from Celia's other side, the two women laughing slightly. "Tell me about yourself, Celia," she said then, her attention solely focused on the brunette woman sitting next to her.

"Well..." Celia started, unsure of what to say. The statement was so broad and she was trying to decide what was important to put in, what was nonsense, and what was maybe too much. "I'm originally from America..."

"Really? Where?" Ada was questioning with intrigue before Celia had gotten many words out.

"Pennsylvania. Outside of Pittsburgh. We came here because my grandfather was dying and my mother wanted to be by his side. He lived close to here. When he passed, we made the choice to stay and found a house right inside Small Heath," she told her more about herself, deciding to gloss over the reason behind them staying in Britain. She just hoped Tommy hadn't already given that secret away, as he asked the questions that got more answers from her.

"Goodness. I'm sorry to hear about your grandfather. Death in the family is never easy. I hope you're finding being here nice...as nice as Birmingham would let it be," Ada stated, giving Celia her sympathies. "Although I see you've met my brother, so things might not be so nice."

"Oh no, things have been just fine. I met Tommy when he came into the tailor shop that I work at."

"Walter and Edith's?" Ada's eyes lit up slightly. Celia nodded. "Lovely couple they are," Ada smiled at the thought of them.

"They are. They've taken me under their wing and taught me so much," Celia nodded, agreeing with Ada's sentiment about the couple. Before either of the two could speak, Karls cries cut through the silence.

"Alright then, Ada. I think he's lookin' for his mum," Tommy stated as he walked over to where the ladies were sitting. It was then that Celia noticed he'd left their side. She wondered what he'd been doing with the kid while she was talking to the boy’s mother.

"Oh, Karl," Ada sighed as Tommy transferred the fussy child into her arms. "I know. You're hungry," she stated, hugging him close to her chest. "I think it's time for the two of us to leave. Celia, it was nice to meet you. Tommy, stay out of trouble," Ada said as she stood up from the bench. She sent a smile in Celia's direction before giving her brother a knowing look.

Celia waved to little Karl who had finally calmed down in his mother's arms. She watched as they walked off, smiling at the sight of the kids playing around the trees as she felt Tommy sit down next to her. "Want to leave now?" he asked her, but Celia didn't bother looking over at him.

"Not quite yet. It's a beautiful day out, and I'd like some peace before having to go back and deal with my parents," she responded with a shake of her head before she looked over to Tommy.

"Fair enough," Tommy nodded, Celia sending him a smile as a 'thank you' before he focused himself on lighting a cigarette. It wasn't until it was burning in his fingers and he was letting out a stream of smoke that he spoke again, "you're not able to get out much, are you?"

"No, not much," Celia shook her head without much thought. "Unless you count the weekly trip to the grocer as getting out," she clarified. Tommy shook his head.

"Hardly," he stated, making Celia laugh softly.

"Then I don't get out at all. All I know is work."

"Work is good though. Makes it less likely for you to get in trouble if all you're doin' is workin'," he pointed out, making Celia furrow her brows slightly at his statement.

"Who's to say that I'd be getting in trouble if I had the time?" she looked at him incredulously, the smile on her face showing that she was still joking with him.

"Anyone's capable of getting in trouble, Celia," he pointed out, motioning his half-burned cigarette in her direction before he flicked the ash from it, "all you need is the right situation."

"Well suit yourself, Tommy Shelby. I tend to think before I act," she stated, puffing her chest out slightly in a proud manner as she attempted to prove him wrong.

"Ah, you think before you act. Which is why you've agreed to come out with a Birmingham gangster," Tommy was grinning smugly now.

"I've only agreed because you said you wanted to thank me for helping you," she defended her position, although her mind was telling her that she would have agreed regardless. Any time spent trying to learn more and working towards figuring out who Tommy Shelby was was not time wasted.

"Sure. Tell yourself that, love," he was still smug and it annoyed her. Not because he was grinning and calling her out, but because he was right.

"It's true, Tommy!" she protested, but she knew that it'd fall on deaf ears. She knew by now that when his mind was made up, you'd have to go through hell to even try to change it. So when he said nothing, she didn't attempt to speak again. It got quiet then, and Celia desperately tried to think of something more to say. "How did you get into...bookmaking? Was it?" she asked him then, hoping he'd be willing to open up more about himself since the questioning was always so one-sided between them.

"Yeah. It's a...it's something my family's been doing," he paused, clearing his throat then, "for a while now. We've just recently gotten our legal license though, so things are quickly improving for us," he explained to her and she nodded as he spoke. She quickly connected the dots in his words and realized that the fact that they'd just gotten their legal license meant that they had been working illegally since they'd started. "We also have a bar in Birmingham, The Garrison, but it's currently being rebuilt. There was a fire there not too long ago," he continued on.

"I've heard of it. My father's been, and William goes there with his friends he still sees from school at times," Celia commented when she recognized the name. She didn't miss the slight change of expression on Tommy's face when she mentioned William, but didn't dare call him on it because she knew it'd be a dead end.

"Have you ever been?" Tommy asked then, and Celia shook her head.

"I haven't. Women aren't allowed to go into drinking establishments without the accompaniment of a male."

"Nonsense. You're allowed to come. I'll tell Harry who you are and that you're allowed to drink," he told her.

"Thank you," she smiled at his gesture. "So...bookmaking and bar-owning. You have no limit of ambition, do you, Tommy Shelby?" she asked then, turning the floor back to him.

"I guess not," he shook his head, rubbing his nose with his knuckle before he continued, "I'm looking to get into the business of exporting alcohol to America, which is why I've been holding meetings with businessmen in London," he disclosed then.

"Well that's a feat indeed," Celia stated, knowing that America had entered a period of prohibition, which made this business endeavor of Tommy's a rather risky one. "Is there anything you do for fun, or is it all business with you?" she asked then.

Being around you is fun. Tommy thought to himself, but he didn't dare disclose that. "I like horses," he settled on a simple answer.

"That explains your involvement in bookmaking then," Celia pointed out, connecting the dots once again. Tommy nodded.

"I wanted to work with them as my livelihood...before the war," he said then, his voice softer than usual. Celia glanced over at him to see that his eyes were trained on his lap. She sent him a sympathetic look and decided not to pry, knowing full-well from her own experiences that The Great War was something that many people, especially younger men, were trying everything in their power to forget.

Silence fell between the pair, the both of them looking out at the tree-covered field as the sun began to set around them. "Do you want to leave now?" Tommy asked the question that got them into the previous conversation once more. Celia nodded this time.

"Sure. It's starting to get late," she agreed with him, the both of them standing up from the bench in unison.

They were quiet as they walked back into the city, people once again bowing their heads to Tommy as they walked past. Somewhere in the middle of their trek, Tommy took his arm and intertwined it with hers. Celia immediately looked up at him with a shocked expression on her face. "What are you doing, Tommy?" she asked him, looking between their arms and his face as she slowed to a stop.

"It's getting late. I'm keeping you close to me," he stated matter-of-factly, not seeing the problem in what he'd just done.

"I am interested in someone already, Tommy. People will see me on your arm and begin to suspect the wrong thing," she pointed out, her relationship with William coming to mind.

"You're walking with me, Celia. I can assure you that people won't be speaking of what you do with me. They know better; know that word gets around," he told her, his expression leaving her no room to question. "Now can I please continue walking you home before it gets too dark?" he asked then, motioning to the street in front of them. Celia could only nod, but that was all he needed to pull on her arm gently and get her to start walking.

Despite it being only a little after six, there were already people stumbling drunk on the streets, and it was something that made Celia unconsciously move closer to Tommy. Neither could say that they minded it though...Celia felt safe next to him, and Tommy couldn't seem to get her out of his head. It had been that way since they first met weeks back. Soon enough, they were approaching her home, the lights on inside signaled to her that her parents were home and awake, and she hoped that they wouldn't be mad that she'd been avoiding her duties there.

"Thank you for walking me home, Tommy," Celia smiled, unlinking their arms as she moved to stand in front of him.

"Don't mention it. 'S the least I could do. A woman walking alone at night doesn't sit right with me," he waved off her 'thank you'. You walking alone at night doesn't sit right with me, is what he wanted to say. But that wouldn't sit right with her, especially since she's already promised herself to someone. William. Tommy wished that man would disappear.

"Well I appreciate it," Celia smiled once again. "I should be getting inside now. I'm sure you've got business to attend to. I'll be seeing you around, Mr. Shelby.”

"Good night, Celia," he nodded at her, watching as she went to open the door before he then decided to walk off into the night.

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